“Shall we get on the bed, Martha?” Nadia touched my shoulder in a gentle gesture of persuasion.
I know I should have reciprocated, that I should have played with her body the way she was playing with mine. But her touch turned me to jello until all I could do was lay there passively while she took me around the world. She sucked on my breasts until I was screaming with joy, and then she took her tongue and licked my neck, my ears, my stomach, my fingertips. She found areas of pleasure that I had never imagined my body had, and when she got down to my feet I almost went bananas.
I’m sure Nadia did a lot of other things to me, but I was too green to appreciate them. Before she ever got to my pussy, I had come so many times the cot was soaking, and I know they heard me screaming all the way across town.
And you know what I gave Nadia for this precious hour of sexual glory? I gave her a broken rib. Honest to God. Not that I meant to do it, but when that beautiful woman got between my legs and tried to suck the life out of me, I really flipped. It felt so Goddam good that I couldn’t control myself. I got to screaming and kicking so hard that I broke the cot, and one of my wild kicks got Nadia in the ribs. It left her screeching with agony until somebody came in to see what was wrong. I think I tried to stick my fist in my cunt to take her place, only one of the guys was nice enough to fingerfuck me to a final orgasm. I went to sleep after that, sexually exhausted, or maybe it was the cocktails. At any rate, when I joined the party again they told me Nadia had to be taken over to the clinic to have her ribs taped, and everybody was mad as hell at me.
“You’ll never make a true swinger, Martha,” they told me. “You have to leant how to control yourself. Make it last for hours and hours. You take sex like some people eat breakfast. A gobbler. Slop it down. But you can’t be like that. You have to be a gourmet with sex, honey. A dabble of this, a taste of that, to savor all the sweetness of the entire meal.”
“How can you stop yourself when you have an orgasm?”
“Nobody can tell you that, Martha. You just have to learn to pace yourself. That way you get a whole night of sex instead of a few minutes.”
“Could I take a pill or something?”
“They don’t make pills for that, honey. And that’s why so many married people are bored. One of them fucks real quick and gets satisfied, while the other one goes around frustrated most of the time. It takes practice, just like good music or anything else.”
That all sounded good, but I figured they were right about my failure. When I got hot, there was no power in the universe that could stop me from having an orgasm! Sure, it would be great to be able to fuck all night the way they did, but I guess I just wasn’t cut out to be one of them.
I did have one thing in my favor, however. After a good screw I always felt totally satisfied, yet it doesn’t take long before I’m ready for seconds. In a way I suppose I was better off than the members of the club because my way brought explosive satisfaction while they had hours of little popcracker sex. So I didn’t make the team and they didn’t invite me as a permanent member of the club, but I did spend the rest of the night watching a lot of fuckers. I was somewhat disappointed because I didn’t get to see a horse fuck a woman, and in fact I didn’t see much of anything except regular sex.
“Most of that other stuff is on film,” they told me, except they didn’t show any of it. There were some albums, and I looked through those, but the pictures were mostly of giant cocks and pink cunts, or people screwing in all sorts of positions. There was one set of photos that got me going again. A big German shepherd dog, with a pecker as red as a watermelon, was fucking a real young Korean girl. You would think a dog cock that size would split that little girl right in halt but from the expressions on her face in that set of photos, she looked like she was having one hell of a good time! And that Goddam dog had a contented look on his face.
CHAPTER FIVE
At least one nice thing happened from that party even though I didn’t get to be a member of the club. Doreen, the supervisor, asked to have me transferred to her department. I liked that idea since Cassandra wouldn’t talk to me any more. And besides, David Jones worked there. He used to play football with Syracuse and there were excited whispers in the building that David had a pecker like none other. A huge, black, heavy-veined cock that would do justice to a bull.
I sure intended to get a peek.
I was disappointed when David Jones ignored me. It was a blow to my pride, really, because David was black and I was white. Our generation still has some nutty idea that any black guy would give his left nut for any white girl. But, of course, those values are gone forever. Now a boy and a girl have to meet on equal terms and decide if they like salt and pepper. And David didn’t like me. Can’t say as I blame him very much, either. He was a big football hero with a magnificent build, tall, muscular, filled with the zing of life, while I was just another pretty girl trying to get in his pants. It became a sort of challenge at first, and after a couple of weeks it became an obsession to me. I even thought of sneaking into the men’s room, hiding in one of those terrible little rooms, and peeking out to see his big black cock. And I wasn’t alone. Lots of us girls giggled about it, and dreamed about that prick, and we all envied Madelaine Emerson. She was the black girl from the payroll office, and she was getting laid by David. She wore one of those highblown Afro hairdos and she had a nice trim figure, but she looked like a walking jewelry store. Rings and bracelets and beads and chokers and bells; she wore them all and she tinkled when she walked. Lots of the men in the office had the hots for her, but those two– David and Madelaine — were real bastards. They were in love and they didn’t fuck around, and it drove us all crazy. It just didn’t seem right to have a straight couple working in an office these days. There was something obscene about it, a throwback to pre-war days, as though they were trying to drag us all back to the morals of a lost era. But nobody got to fuck them. It made most of the office people mad, but it made me horny as hell. I just had to see a great big black cock to settle the curiosity in my imagination.
Of all the people to help, I never counted on Doreen. I was really dumb as I was finding out.
“Sure we can get David,” Doreen told me. “In fact I wouldn’t mind some of that black stuff myself.”
“But thought you were a… well, you know, somebody who likes other women?”
“That’s for sure, honey. But even a lesbian likes to get fucked by a man once in awhile. Sort of keeps the edge on, you know?”
“Does it feel good when a man does it to you?”
“In a different kind of way it does,” she frowned with the thought. “You’ve heard about guys in the service without women, how they let some cocksucker fix them up? Maybe that isn’t what they really need, but it does the job for the time being. And it makes them appreciate a woman even more when they get one. Same thing with us lezzies. We need sex all the time, and we need a little change of pace once in awhile. Nobody can eat steak every meal, right?”
“I’m learning something new every day,” I laughed. “But how can we get into David’s pants?”
“Well, he’s a real straight guy as you know, Martha. But that broad of his, that Madelaine, is a gold digger. She’s got David buffaloed but she ain’t shitting me at all. I’ll bet that broad would fuck a tiger if we bought her a little gold trinket.”
“So what’s that got to do with David?”
“You’re a funny bunny, honey. All ready to screw the world and yet you don’t know a damn thing. Can’t you see? If we get to Madelaine it’ll be a cinch to get her boy friend.”
“I’m gad you got me in your department, Doreen. Maybe one of these days I’ll stop acting like a kid.”