I mentioned some of these things to Doreen and she agreed with me.
“Everybody needs a jolt in their sex life once in awhile, Martha. It’s just a damn shame that so many people think love and sex are the same thing. They’re as different as eating and sleeping.”
“I’m glad I have you to talk to, Doreen. Sometimes I think I’m a weirdo, or maybe I’m too dumb to know how other people think.”
“Naw, you’re okay. Sex makes the world go around. Even those guys who are married to beautiful movie stars, even they fuck around with starlets. Don’t matter how pretty a girl is, how much a guy loves her, he still wants a strange pussy.”
“And it’s the same with women, right?”
“You bet your fucking boots that’s right! In fact it’s even worse with a woman. A guy can get his kicks with sports or making wars or some other Goddam activity. While a female’s world revolves around her cunt. If she tries to forget it, nature reminds her every twenty-eight days.”
Doreen always made me feel better when I talked with her because she had really been around. She had seen it all, done it all, and she knew personalities that I could only imagine. She reminded me that even here in the office, half the time was spent with innuendoes or giggles about sex. A word here, a glance there, a gesture. It happened incessantly and gave us all, male and female alike, a sense of well-being, a sense of being alive.
So I felt good about being a sexpot, someone who really enjoyed screwing. I got to thinking there was only one thing to stop it. One thing to destroy all this fun and games.
Love.
I had seen it around the office so often it scared me. A girl or a guy would be a real swinger, happy-go-lucky and filled with joy. They fell in love. And two months later they walked around with their chin on the floor and hardly ever found reason to laugh again.
I swore to keep clear of that trap.
And the best way to do that was to get all the screwing I could. After all, that thing called love was an extension of the hots for somebody.
Sometimes I had to work at getting laid, and sometimes it came unexpectedly. Like the time Harlin called me up to the board room. He needed a nooner and he liked me, so he called down for me to bring up some papers.
We got it on right on that huge mahogany desk, the one where they made important decisions. And I had to smile when I thought that lots of people would be influenced by the decisions that I helped to shape. Surely Harlin would be in a better mood for the next meeting!
Yet, the most exciting fuck we ever had at the office was around Thanksgiving and everybody was in good spirits. We were having a turkey after work to celebrate, with all the trimmings, and most of us had a few highballs to get things rolling. I ate too much as usual so I couldn’t get high very easily but some of the girls got drunk and had to leave early. Doreen took one of the tipsy girls into the lunchroom and sucked her cunt before she sent her home, and I saw one of the salesmen take Audrey into an office. But I had my eyes set on Errol Glynn. He was such a handsome bastard it was unreal and since all the girls wanted in his pants I didn’t figure to have much chance. But I got him.
In fact, a whole bunch of us got him.
It must have been after nine o’clock because lots of people had split for home when a gang of us decided to raid the executive suite.
It was lovely in the place, with plush carpets and a little whiskey bar set up in one of the cabinets. There were fourteen of us, eight girls and six men, and we all knew we came here for a gang-bang. There was no need for innuendos so we talked straight out about it.
“Let’s have a daisy chain!” someone shouted.
“Naw, let’s change partners every other stroke!”
“I want it in the pooper!”
“Not me, I want to suck a cock!”
“And I want to see a room full of naked cunts!” The voices were excited, eager, until we made the head count. Found we were two guys short. So one of the girls hurried down to the turkey room and brought back two more guys. Except that four more girls came along, too!
Anyway, we got to fucking and sucking and squirting love juice all over that expensive carpet. I got Errol to stick it in me.
“Oooohhhhh that feels good!” I squealed with delight when I felt his hard pecker between my legs.
It felt marvelous, especially when he chewed on my tits with such ferocity I yelped with pain. Errol was a good fucker and had sense enough not to jizz in me. There were too many eager cunts ready to be penetrated and he wanted to try them all. That was okay with rue, because when he got off me, I was topped real quick by somebody else until I felt like a flower being pollinated by a bunch of bees. It was glorious, fulfilling, precious and lovely. I could have stayed there all night fucking like mad, except somebody found the celery.
One of the guys had brought a stalk of celery with him from the turkey feast. He put it on the table when we, got to fucking, and now somebody found it.
“Hey, guys, look at this!” Elmer Jensen shouted as he held the thing high. “Wonder if this would fit up somebody’s cunt!”
He was only joking, but you can’t joke in, the middle of a gang-bang. People get carried away with all that sex and they’re liable to do anything. Any Goddam thing you can imagine.
Next thing I knew three of the guys lifted me onto a table and spread my legs. For one long moment they stared at my quivering cunt, then they opened the soft lips of my pussy and stuck that celery up my box.
“Oh, gawdamightyfuckingdamn!” I screamed when I felt my cunt walls raped by a vegetable. “Ooowwweeeeee!”
It felt good the way a pulled tooth feels. Very horrible, yet satisfying, ugly, yet glorious. The celery stalk was way too huge fur my vagina, but those guys, and some of the girls, tried to stick it clear up inside of me.
“Aaaauuuggghhhh!” I screamed in agony. “Take it out! Oh, fuck it hurts! I can’t take it! Oowwwwww!”
I really couldn’t stand it so they let me up. There were tears in my eyes as I sat there and examined my poor little twat. It felt like I was all torn up inside but I did have a nice little orgasm with that raw dildo.
“Hey, I think I’ll eat the motherfucker!” Elmer yelled. “I always wanted to eat a fucking cunt anyway!”
He did.
The celery was filled with pimento cheese, and now it was covered with cunt juice. So Elmer ate that Goddam piece of green stuff like it tasted better than anything on the face of the earth. He stood there chomping at it while he jacked off, to send a stream of semen splattering over one of the expensive paintings on the wall. Like I said, most of sex is in the mind, and I figured Elmer thought he was eating a cunt!
It got the rest of us even more worked up so we really did start a daisy chain. Cock to ass and cunt to ass, we made a circle around that mahogany table. Then we stumbled around while we fucked and got fucked, until one of the girls couldn’t take it any more.
“I’m gonna come!” she screamed, falling to her knees. “Oh, God! I’m really coming!”
She had to do the last part herself because she was on her knees and nobody made a move to help her finish. She just knelt there with her legs closed, her head on her knees and her eyes closed with joy, while she orgasmed to her heart’s content.