The group of young people was quite high when they reached their pad in San Francisco. Libby enjoyed the ride in Turk's old battered van, and she liked her new-found friends. She especially liked Patty, who appeared to be in her early twenties. She had long blonde hair and a ready smile that revealed strong white teeth sparkling against her deeply tanned face.
Turk, who wore shoulder-length black hair and a beard, appeared to be in his late twenties. It didn't take Libby long to find out that he was the perpetual comic of the crowd. He kept them laughing most of the way home.
Whirley Bird, the youngest of the men, kept his head shaved clean, and his tall, muscular body made him a very imposing figure.
Frankie was the quietest of the group and was seemingly half-asleep most of the time.
There was a relaxed companionship within the group that made Libby feel very much at home.
Their pad consisted of two rooms and a small kitchen. The bathroom was down the hall and was shared by all the tenants on that floor. The two rooms were sparsely furnished with make-shift furniture.
"Well, this is home," laughed Patty when they entered. "I bunk in the other room with Frankie. You can fight with these guys for your share of the mattress."
Libby saw the mattress in the corner of the room with rumpled blankets thrown over it.
"Honey," smiled Patty, "let's get you out of that leather shit and into something more comfortable."
"Yeah," Libby giggled, "I feel sort of dumb in this junk."
"Then why the hell were you wearing it?" asked the usually quiet Frankie.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Libby replied, dismissing the subject as she followed Patty into the other room.
When they returned, Libby was wearing a long, sleeveless cotton dress.
"Hell," smiled Whirley Bird, "now you've covered up that cute little bare ass."
"You know where to find it if you want it," Libby giggled.
"Well, here's to sex," laughed Turk as he opened another bottle of wine, pouring it into their cups.
Libby felt more relaxed than she could ever remember. The wine had given her a warm glow, and the bantering conversation with the carefree group was a whole new world for the young girl.
When the wine bottle was empty, Frankie gave Patty a light pat on her ass. "Come on, Pat, let's go in and see if you're as sexy as you feel."
"Try me," she laughed, following him into the other room.
"Do you guys want to try me?" giggled Libby, throwing herself back on the mattress.
"That sounds like a good trip," Turk laughed as he started to take off his pants. Sitting up on the bed, Libby quickly removed her dress and lay back down again. Within a matter of seconds, Turk was lying beside her.
"God, that's a neat cock," whispered the girl as she reached over and lightly caressed his erect rod.
Standing and watching the girl stroke his friend's big pole sent wild shivers of lust through Whirley Bird's loins. He stared down at the girl's open cunt, so deliciously exposed between her lush thighs. She was smiling invitingly up at Whirley Bird while she stroked Turk's big, throbbing prick.
"Come on, honey," she whispered up to him. "There's enough here for both of you."
Still staring at her puffy pink gash, Whirley Bird slowly dropped his pants, revealing a long, smooth cock to Libby's appreciative eyes.
Gently stroking Turk's massive prick, she watched excitedly as his friend moved up between her open thighs.
"Oh, God," she whispered when he buried his face and mouth against her warm little pussy.
The feel of his thick tongue moving sensually over her clitoris sent streaks of flame rushing through her body. Unconsciously Libby began pumping faster and harder on the big cock of the man who was lurching and moaning beside her.
Raising her head, she inserted the huge, throbbing cock into her mouth while Whirley Bird continued licking and sucking her trembling little pussy. The feel and taste of Turk's swollen cockhead in her mouth sent a warm glow into her eager fuck-hole that was being so delightfully attended to by Whirley Bird's talented tongue.
When the man momentarily removed his mouth from her juicy little box, Libby crawled up between Turk's legs while still keeping his cock embedded in her slurping mouth. Getting on her knees, her bloated pink slit was deliciously exposed to Whirley Bird's eager eyes. Still sucking savagely on Turk's throbbing tool, she could feel Whirley Bird's hands grasping her hips in preparation for entering her cunt from behind.
She was shuddering with delight, feeling her lips sliding over the thick, rubbery ring at the base of Turk's bloated knob, when she suddenly felt Whirley Bird's long cock probing at the entrance of her hungry cunt. With a wet slurping sound, she felt his prickhead slip through her juice-slickened cuntlips.
"Oh, God!" she gasped between slurps as she felt the rock-hard cock sliding smoothly up her hot fuck-hole.
Still sucking frantically on Turk's big dick, she raised her ass up higher to take the full length of the other man's rigid pole. She could feel his big heavy balls crushed warmly against her soft asscheeks.
Her whole young body trembled with ecstasy as the big, juice-slickened tool drove in and out of her pink-lipped slit. Her mouth was working wildly over the big cock of the man lurching excitedly beneath her. The quick jerking motions of his hard cock in her mouth warned her of his impending ejaculation. She was eagerly awaiting the load when Turk screamed and lurched as hot, thick wads of jizz gushed out of his throbbing knob and into her greedy little mouth. She savagely sucked and swallowed the creamy fuck juice that she loved so much. She didn't release his shrinking cock from her mouth until she had sucked the last thin drop from his tender cum-slit.
"Oh, Christ!" she shrieked in delight at the feel of Whirley Bird's long dick driving deeper and faster into her lust-crazed cunt.
"Faster, honey, faster!" she sobbed, thrusting her ass back to meet every violent stroke of the pounding cock. "Oh, God, honey, faster! Faster! Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me good!"
Through the corner of her eye she noticed Patty and Frankie watching them from the door. The strange excitement of knowing she was being watched brought Libby to an even higher plane of ecstasy.
Patty stared in fascination at Whirley Bird's wet, glistening cock sliding in and out of the juicy pink flesh of Libby's grasping cunt. The room was filled with the squishing sounds of the girl's cunt juice slurping out around the big cock that was pumping savagely in and out of the girl's fuck-hole.
"Faster, honey, faster!" she squealed as she felt her climax building up in her shuddering body. "Oh, Christ, baby, I'm coming! Aaahhhggg!! I'm commmiiinnnggg!!"
Falling forward, she could feel Whirley Bird's hot fuck juice squirting into her convulsing cunt.
When she felt him remove his limp, juice drenched prick from her grasping twat, she quickly bent down and stuck it in her mouth, sucking out the last bittersweet drops of jizz and licking his tool clean.
"My God, honey!" gasped Patty from the doorway. "You're really a little sex machine."
"Yeah," Libby giggled, rolling over on her back and rubbing her sperm-drenched slit with trembling fingers. "I love to fuck and suck."
"You sure do!" laughed Patty.
"Hey, I'm still horny," whispered Libby with a deep sultry sigh. "Can Frankie fuck me?"
"If you can take it, be my guest," Patty answered as she reached down and patted the erect cock that had exploded in her own cunt only a few moments earlier.
As Libby lay back, opening her luscious legs to receive him, Frankie lunged at her inviting cunt.
The next few days were the happiest of Libby's life. The five people all got along so well together, exhibiting no jealousy and generously sharing their, bodies with each other. Patty was happy tat Libby had joined the group, and although she considered herself Frankie's old lady, she had taken care of the others' sexual needs as well. But now, with Libby there, it was a much more satisfying sex life for all of them.
It was a good life. There wasn't much money, but they all seemed to survive. Occasionally the boys would pick up an odd job here and there when it was necessary. When they would run real low at times, Patty would leave for an hour or so and return with some money. No one asked her where she got it, but Libby assumed that she probably sold a piece of tail.
"Hey," laughed Turk when they were sitting around half-stoned one night. "What happened to you, Libby? When we first found you, you were a leather freak."
"Oh, shit," she giggled, "I was never a leather freak."
"Then how about that scene on the beach when we first met?" asked Whirley Bird.
Half-stoned and relaxed, Libby decided to tell them the story of the Temple of Valhalla.
They listened in attentive amazement until she had finished.
"That's heavy, man," gasped Turk in a low, breathless whisper.
"God," Patty stared at the girl, "that's the wildest thing I've ever heard."
"You should have seen the wild look on all their faces when I was being fucked by those two guys," Libby giggled.
"Doesn't it turn you off when people are watching you fuck?" asked Patty.
"Hell, no," Libby replied. "It's funny, but I get even more excited when I know someone's watching. That really turns me on."
"Gee," laughed Patty. "I love to be screwed, but I can't do it in front of anyone. That's why I always go into the other room to get laid."
"I guess I'm strange," Libby giggled. "But when I saw you and Frankie watching us from the doorway the other night, it really turned me on."
"Hell, honey," Patty smiled excitedly. "If you dig being fucked in front of a crowd, I know where you can make some bread."
"How?" the girl asked.
"I know this dude down in North Beach who has a little joint where he puts on live sex shows," she answered. "He's always looking for some broad who doesn't mind being fucked on the stage."
"I think that would be fun," giggled Libby.
"If you want to try it, we can go down and talk to him tomorrow," was her suggestion.
"I'm game," laughed Libby.
Late the next afternoon the two girls walked over to North Beach. There was no sign or marquee over the entrance, but Patty opened the door and they walked down a long hall to a second door that was locked. Patty pressed a button and waited until they heard the lock release. Then opening it, they walked into the room.
It wasn't large. There were about ten tables crowded against each other, a horseshoe-shaped bar with a small stage above it. There was nothing on the stage but a box mattress covered with a red sheet. The wings and back of the stage were fully mirrored as well as over the bed. It gave the illusion of several beds in a variety of positions. There was no one in the room but a heavy-set bald man behind the bar counting money.
"Hi, Patty," he mumbled through teeth that were clamped on a cigar butt. "Haven't seen you for a long time."
"Hello, Rico," she smiled. "I want you to meet my friend Libby."
He grunted a low acknowledgement, continuing to count his money.
"Libby's looking for a job," Patty volunteered.
"Doin' what?" the man asked.
"Working on your stage," replied Patty.
"How old are you?" he asked, looking up at her for the first time.
"Eighteen," Libby lied.
"Don't bullshit me," snapped the man. "You're not over fifteen."
"If you ever had a chance to fuck me, you'd sure know I'm over fifteen," she snapped defiantly.
"So you're a smart-ass," he replied, leering at the girl. "And if you work for me, I know damn well I'll fuck you. That's the fringe benefit in hiring you little tramps."
Libby glared at the repulsive man.
"You ever been laid on a stage before?" he asked, taking the cigar from his mouth.
"Yes," was her quiet reply.
"You having a period?" he suddenly asked. "No," she answered.
"Then come on down about midnight tonight, and I'll try you out. The chick that was supposed to be on tonight just called in with a period."
"Who screws me?" the girl asked.
"What differences does it make?" he replied sarcastically. "One hard prick's as good as another."
"How much do you pay?"
"Fifty bucks," was the reply.
"Hell," Patty interrupted. "You've been paying the other girls seventy-five."
"Yeah, I know," he grinned. "But I don't know anything about your friend. Maybe she'll be a flop."
"All right," Libby interrupted. "I'll be down here at midnight."
"And come down the alley and knock on the back door. I don't want any of my guests to see the star until she's on stage," he laughed sarcastically.