"'This is Grace,' Brad mumbled. 'Grace, Kristi has a pussy that's on fire. Look how red it is.' Laughing at his inane little joke, he slumped down on the bed.
"Grace was naked now. She wasn't quite as young as I thought she was, but her body was nice and firm, and her breasts were still high and small-nippled. Silently she urged me back on the bed. Then, falling to her knees, she brought her face to my crotch, parted the, delicate lips with her fingertips, and began to lick the thickly glazed flesh of my quivering pussy. "Grace was no novice. Soon I was moaning as she went to work on my straining clitoris. She sucked it firmly, then backed off and began to lap at it gently. I was making the bed dance as the girl's experienced tongue made me come in record time.
"Brad had left the door open, and before long my moans had attracted a few others. All of a sudden there was a huge cock, rock hard and angling toward me, over my mouth. I reached up and started sucking it. Then I felt Grace moving away from my crotch, but immediately she was replaced by someone with a less delicate tongue, a tongue which delighted in spearing my hole. In time that tongue was replaced by one that seemed intent on doing some spearing in another hole, my tight, crinkly fleshed anus. But that didn't matter, because the big tool in my mouth was spurting, and I shut my eyes tightly and pretended it was Brad…
"Another cock soon filled my now aching throat, but this one was small and moved in and out of my mouth with short, slow movements. And a new tongue was drumming against my clitoris, and I was coming again…
"After what seemed a few hours I finally got to my feet. The others tumbled onto the bed, working on each other in my absence. My knees were very weak, but I managed to stumble into the other room.
"The couch was filled again, this time by two women clutched together in a frantic sixty-nine while a man watched closely, his cock in his hand.
"In a corner one girl was busy with two men, sucking one while the other was buried under her crouching body. The only light in the room gave off a bluish glow, plunging the darkened room into a timeless, sizeless dream room. A woman with a rounded belly and the thickest pubic hair I'd ever seen was leaning against one wall while a man, on his knees was making love to her amazing crotch-jungle as if he would never get enough of it. Off in another corner a couple were actually fucking, and their movements were so furtive, so soundless that I nearly laughed. Oh Brave New World! A way out Of the Population Explosion, at last…
"I didn't see Brad anywhere, and, silly as it was, I wanted him desperately. I knew that in wanting him I would have to be prepared to put up with a lot of unnecessary crap, but somehow I wanted -him all the same. I wanted that corn-fed body next to mine, wanted to feel the heat of' his loins against my face, wanted to grind my girlish cunt into his face…
"The fucking couple finally came, and they fell away from each other, as soon as the act was completed, not even waiting for the last of his semen to fill her pit. At once a girl -appeared out of nowhere and began to catch his still spurting come with her mouth. The just-fucked girl watched, bus soon she was claimed by Grace, who, I realized, had also been watching the strangely illicit couple. Grace dropped to her knees, roughly separated the girl's thighs, and began to suck the man's seed out of her womb.
"Everywhere I looked people were locked together sexually, mouths clinging to cunts and pricks like they had been glued into position, but still I couldn't see Brad in the writhing, moaning crowd. I headed back toward the bedroom, heart whipping around-in my chest at the realization that he was off with one of the girls somewhere, removed from me. I would have left, gone home, but in spite of all the exquisite sex I'd already enjoyed this evening, – I still wanted that special something-in Brad, that nameless excitement he generated in the pit of my belly, in every drop of my racing blood.
"I studied the mob in the bedroom carefully, but Brad wasn't there, either. Feeling hollow and suddenly terribly alone, I repulsed a few dozen offers to join in the fun, and turned on my heel, first picking up my clothing from the bedroom floor, where the garments had fallen in all the uproar.
"I was on the point of dressing, definitely let down, even with the noises, scents and sights working on me to throw out my foolish-feelings and jump into the throng. Then I looked up-straight into Brad's sardonically grinning face. He had, I realized, just left the bathroom, and he was fully dressed. He took my hand, pulled me to-him, and kissed me hard.
"'It's really impossibly thick in here. I don't have any room to stretch you out and suck that beautiful little cunt of yours. What say we try your apartment?'
"Shaking all over as if I hadn't-come half a dozen times already that evening, I dumbly nodded and dressed. This time he helped with my things, but neither of us bothered doing too good a job-they would be off again in minutes.
"Feeling like a pair of kids, we escaped, leaving the apartment to the others and hurried to mine. There, in my marvelously quiet bedroom, Brad undressed me, kissing me all over. He sucked my nipples and ran his marvelous tongue over every inch of my flesh. By the time he finally used his electric tongue on my cunt I – was so hot I came at once. Then we twisted into a sixty-nine position, and I swear I came again as much from sucking him off as from his sucking at my pussy.
"We paused only for a cigarette, then Brad was ready again. – He began to tease me, using words as skillfully as his fingers and tongue, warning me that this special treatment was only for tonight, and then I would have to take my place in line at the parties. He was, he teased, a very busy man. And even as he spoke I knew that whatever his terms, I was hooked. Hooked on his tongue, his touch, his voice, his cock… Only this time everything would be out front, with no put-ons about love. That was the only way to satisfy this craving, yet be free to live my own life as I wished.
"Brad knew a few tricks even I'd missed, somehow, and he began to play with me mischievously, touching, prodding, tickling, then leaving me to roll over and fake sudden sleep or disinterest. In spite of myself I began to respond, and we were at it again, hotly, thickly, sweetly… so sweetly I came another, impossible time…
"Finally Brad got up and weakly began to dress. He barely glanced my way, his handsome face concentrating on untangling his clothing. 'Listen,' he announced finally, 'I won't have time to see you this week. Not before the next meeting, anyway. You will be there, won't you?'
"I wasn't really all that astounded to find myself nodding, promising to be there. If that was the only way… I'd be there if I had to crawl. I'm too big a girl to put myself on. I know what I want.
"'This time I might want you to start the whole thing off. You know, offer to suck someone off, dig? It's a great little icebreaker. Then, if you're a good little cunt, I may come back here with you… '
"Sighing, I heard myself agree, excitement again slamming my heart against my rib cage. What the hell, here we go again, and what was that bit about learning from history, anyway…
The prognosis for Kristi Y- has to be one of simultaneous optimism and pessimism: optimism for the fact that she recognizes the path on which she is about to tread as being a thorny one; pessimism because it appears that she is nevertheless frustrated enough to go ahead and take that path. What she needs is an understanding physician-gynecologist-with whom she can have a perfectly honest discussion of her problem-the problem of frigidity.
Chapter 4
Ride 'Em, Cowboy!
"You probably won't believe this, but I come from a- place called Roundup, Montana. It's got a population that you could put in your eye and the most rugged wilderness there is. It's my hometown, and maybe that's why everybody calls me Cowboy. My real name is Clyde, so I'd much rather they call me Cowboy.