The four of them finally fell asleep on top of each other. Carrie had not gone to work. She was having too good a time to leave the party.
Arlene fell asleep with her hands touching Bill's cock and balls, and the other girls rested their heads on his chest. He had come five times in that one night, and it was close to six in the morning before they had finished their wild orgy.
Arlene was finally getting over the shock of her having been fired and tossed out of her house. She awoke late the next day, feeling that perhaps life had something more to offer than a job and a place to live. She had developed three very good friends in the course of one night, and that was becoming all-important to her.
But she did have to get another job. After Bill had gone home the next day, she told Carrie and Suzie that she would look for a job the next morning, but they assured her that there was no hurry about it. "Take as long as you want. You don't have to start paying any rent until you do work. We can manage very well. Just so long as you share any of your boyfriends with us."
Arlene smiled. "Sure," she said. "I think it's better that way. I don't think my cunt was over as hot as last night."
The girls all agreed to share whatever men they came across. Bill was to be only the first of many guys who would fuck and suck all of them at the same tune.
Bill called later in the day after he got home and showered and shaved. He invited them aver to his place for drinks and a barbecue. The girls spent another wild evening, convinced that Bill was some sort of God. He had so much cream inside his prick and balls that they felt he could fuck every girl on earth and never get tired.
But Arlene, though she was tired the next morning, was determined that she would get a jab. She knew that Carrie and Suzie had offered her a place to stay rent-free for a while, but she couldn't impose on them. While the girls slept, she got dressed and went out to the employment centers.
Jobs weren't plentiful. The economy was depressed and so was Arlene. She was unhappy. Perhaps it had been a mistake to refuse Mr. Halsted. Perhaps she should call him and tell him he could fuck her as much as he wanted.
"Don't get discouraged," said Carrie and Suzie when she came home for the fourth straight day without a job. "You'll find one. Don't worry about it."
But Arlene did worry, and she redoubled her efforts to find a job. Through the Argonaut Employment Agency, she finally was given a job interview. It was with the Baker Construction Company, and the nice thing about it, thought Arlene, was that the man who interviewed her was more interested in her typing than in her tits, not that he didn't notice how well developed they were.
But he was a hard-nosed businessman and her secretarial abilities impressed him more than anything else.
"Can you start tomorrow?" he asked her. She was overjoyed.
"Yes. I can start now if you want me to," she said. "I'm all ready to go to work."
He laughed. "That's what I like. Industriousness. Well, tomorrow will be fine."
She shook his hand. He didn't even try to seduce her. She was sure she was going to like this job.
"Guess what?" she said as she walked in the door. "I got a job!"
"Great!" exclaimed Carrie. "We oughtta celebrate!" She brought out a bottle of wine, and the two girls sipped several glasses of it. They started to get really plastered and when the bottle of wine was finished, they both decided to go down to the local beer hall and get some more.
They went into Pete's Bar and Grill down the street, laughing and giggling. They were quite happy, and the patrons of the bar stared at them curiously.
"Hey!" said Carrie. "Let's shoot some pool!"
"I want something to shoot, but it ain't pool!" laughed Arlene. "I want a nice hard cock to shoot!"
"Sssh! Don't say that! One of the guys here is gonna hear you and you're gonna find yourself at the bottom of a very big pile."
"Who cares? I'm so happy, I could get fucked by a hundred guys and love each one of them."
"No, seriously. Wanna play pool?"
"I don't know how," said Arlene. "Could you teach me?"
"I'll teach you, honey," said a guy, approaching them from the bar. He had overheard their conversation.
The guy was looking at Arlene up and down. He was kind of cute, thought Arlene, and he'd make a better teacher than Carrie would.
"Okay," said Arlene, looking at Carrie. Her friend shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll be at the bar gettin' friendly with the other guys," she said. She was really smashed, and she wanted to get laid. She looked at all the guys at the bar and picked out one. She went up to him and asked him to buy her a drink. When he did, she drank it, and two minutes later, left with him, leaving Arlene alone with her instructor.
"Okay," he said to her. "Now watch me." He picked up the cue and held it, showing her how to do it. He set up the balls on the table and showed her how to use the cue.
"It looks easy," she said, taking the stick from him. She tried to imitate him, but she was doing it all wrong. He showed her again, and again she tried to do what he was doing, but it simply didn't work.
"Here," he said. "You hold it, and I'll reposition you. I'll stand in back of you and move your hands until you get it right."
He stood where he said he would and she tried to get it right, but he had to constantly get her to change positions. His body was pressed up against hers from the rear as they both bent over the pool table.
Her tits were almost hanging out of her blouse as she bent over the table, and several guys got up from the bar to watch more closely.
Her instructor paid them no attention, but he noticed that as his body pressed up against hers, his dick was staffing to get hard.
She could feel his cock pressing against her ass-crack. She didn't move and she let the feeling of a cock against her buns overtake her. It was driving her wild, and she could feel her pussy juices starting to run.
She lost all interest in the game of pool, and she just stood there as the instructor put his hand on her ass, rubbing the same spot that his prick was pressing against.
"You sure got a nice ass," she said to her softly. "It's so warm and creamy."
She flushed. Her ears turned red, but she didn't reply. He took her silence as agreement, and he started to rub his hand all over her body.
She was still leaning over the pool table, and his cock was getting harder and harder. The other men were watching her and it was turning them all on. Their pricks were all getting hard, and Arlene couldn't help but see them.
Her teacher's dick was so hard now that he unzipped his fly, pushing his meat against her clothing right up against her ass. She felt all tingly inside as he slipped his hand underneath her skirt and rubbed her cunt from behind.
"I want this!" he whispered to her. "I want this hot pussy!" He felt her cunt hairs become coated with her pussy juices, and he started to pull her skirt up. She didn't care that others were watching. She just wanted to feel something stiff and hard ramming through her cunt from the back. His dick was throbbing, and she could feel it ready to plunge into her hot cunt meat.
A couple of other guys began to get really horny, and they unzipped their flies. Arlene watched them put their pricks on the pool table and rub them across the green material as they masturbated, watching her getting fucked up the cunt.
Her pussy opened up wide to receive his hard meat and her teacher was only too willing to force his cock into her hole as hard, as he could. He had gotten really turned on by this girl, and his penis slid in easily, lubricated by the enormous amount of hot cunt juices that were seeping out of her twat.
He grunted and groaned as he pushed his pecker into her snatch. She gripped the table and braced herself as his meat pounded her cunt flesh.
"Ohhhh!" he cried. "I'm fuckin' you! Ohhh! I'm fuckin' you real hard, baby! Get fucked! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
His penis slipped in and out of her hole. She was now the center of attention in the bar, and even Pete, the bartender, locked the doors, and came over to watch his newest customer getting fucked.
Another guy walked over to her and rubbed her tits. She didn't care how many guys touched her. The more the better. She wanted all their hands on her body. She wanted to ge groped and fondled and rubbed. She wanted as many men as she could get fucking her. She wanted to open up her hot pussy for every guy with a stiff prick.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Ohhh! I want it! I want it! Fuck me! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh!"
Her pussy was on fire. She was going wild. She was going to come.
Arlene felt the guy throbbing wildly as his prick got hotter and hotter. Her cunt was a furnace of flaming pussy meat, and his prick was going to squirt water on it. His body trembled as he neared orgasm.
She was panting rapidly now. She could feel his cock getting ready to shoot hot come. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The guys watching her being screwed were all going wild now. Several of the men were beating off, and one guy walked up to her and jabbed his prick into her side, and started to come.
Her body was now getting coated with jism, and she screamed of the top of her lungs. She couldn't control herself any more, and her pussy was like a volcano, spewing out its hot cunt lava.
The guy went wild. "Get fucked!" he shouted. "Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm gonna come baby! Ohhh!"
His prick shot out thick loads of hot semen as he rammed his pecker all the way up her hot slit. He writhed and twisted his body as he smashed his dong right up her hole, nearly coming out the other end.
"Do it more!" Arlene screamed. "Do it harder!" The guy went completely wild. His cock seemed to be punching a hole at the other end of her pussy. She felt that penis pushing all the way up so that it was completely submerged in her.
His balls went wild, slapping and bouncing on her cunt. They were releasing his hot juices into her hole, and he held onto her shoulder for dear life as his cock squirmed and shot.
The other guys went wild at the same time, several of them shooting hot jism all over the pool table. They went wild, and a flood of hot cock juice formed a puddle on the green covering.
The guy slowly removed his prick from her hole. His cum dripped out of her pussy and slid down her leg. Arlene reached in back of her and fondled his wet balls.
"Thanks," she said to him. "Ohhh, that was so good!" The guy wanted to resume his teaching lessons with her, but she looked around to see where Carrie was.
"Hey, your girlfriend left," said Pete, the bartender, going back to his post after unlocking the door.
"Carrie left?" said Arlene incredulously. "I better go back home then and find her."
"She didn't go alone," added Pete. Arlene didn't care. She didn't want to be without her friend. Even if Carrie wasn't home, maybe Suzie would be. She looked at all the guys who had gotten off on watching her get fucked, and she started to get frightened. Perhaps they would want to fuck her now, but she was no longer in the mood.
Arlene pulled her panties back up, and she dashed off to the ladies' room to adjust her clothing.
A couple of guys were waiting for her when she emerged from the john, but she ignored them. "Hey!" one shouted. "I got something big for ya!"
He started to rub his crotch, but she brushed tight by him without giving him so much as a smile. She ran pat all the others, and raced out the door.
When she got back to Carrie and Suzie's place, it was deserted, but she was so exhausted, she simply lay back op her bed and fell fast asleep, not awakening until early the next morning.
She frantically got up and bathed. She wanted to be fresh and clean for her first day on the job.
Mr. Baker was pleased to see her arrive so early. "It's a good sign," he told her. "I'm sure you'll be perfectly happy hem."
He showed her the desk where she would be working. "You'll be working with another girl and one of the executives, a Mr. Harris," said Mr. Baker. "Neither one of them is here yet, so just sit down and look over your desk and see if there is anything you want. A different chair perhaps."
"No, everything is just fine," said Arlene. She wondered why no one else was there until she realized that she had gotten there at eight-thirty, and the office didn't really open until nine. She had arrived half an hour early and didn't realize it.
Mr. Baker left her alone. He wasn't the type to go chasing after every new secretary and typist, and she was sure she would be happier here than in any other place she could think of.