I got away soon after that. Cassandra wouldn't leave with me, so I walked all the way out to the main road and hitched a ride back to town. For a while I thought of sending the fuzz up there to save my friend, but, after all, we did volunteer for the night so I let it go. And when I saw Cassandra on Monday I was really surprised. She was all bruised, her eyes were sunk in from lack of sleep, and her hair was a mess. But she let it be known she was in love with Sam Brodie, for the other girls in the office to lay off him, and she acted like I had seduced her lover. She wouldn't even talk to me, so I never did find out what all those things in the closet were for. Cassandra must have tried them all, and she looked worn out, but for the rest of the time she was in our office, she was the happiest girl I had ever seen.
So I lost a friend over that little episode, only I learned one important thing. When a girl has a chance to get fucked, she better take it. No telling what might come in the future and nobody was ever sorry when she looked back to remember an hour of sex. It's the times we missed that are frustrating, and become lost in memory. While every piece of ass we were able to get becomes a precious jewel of recollection.
I had this in mind when that lesbian supervisor called me into her office.
She was a big woman with enormous breasts and I could have told her to go fuck herself. After all, she wasn't in my department so she wasn't my boss, and I didn't have to kiss her ass to keep my job. But I liked her pleasant mood and the aura of female sexuality that she exuded.
"I'm not too sun, Doreen," I hesitated. "I ain't never been to that kind of a party before."
"Same as any other!" Doreen shifted some papers on her desk as she smiled. "A few cocktails, some music, and lots of love."
"I never did it with a woman before."
"Men will be there, too, Martha. We don't force anyone into sex of any kind. It's just that you're so pretty, and you don't seem to have many hangups."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, word gets around. And besides, I saw you at that little party we had for our librarian. Remember?"
"Sure I remember. It's too bad she had to go and quit like that."
"She was a kook. We're well rid of her."
"I thought she was nice."
"She was an oddball, Martha. When someone thinks they're too good for the rest of humanity, then something's wrong with them. We're all in this old shit together so we have to make the best of it. Have a little fun."
"Maybe she just didn't like fucking?"
"Bullshit. Everybody has a sex life of some kind, even a screwball like that librarian. She probably went home at night and fucked her parakeets."
"Oh, don't be silly, Doreen. Nobody can fuck a bird."
"You don't think so?" the supervisor grinned with a mysterious knowledge. "Let me tell you something, Martha. You're still young and you think you're pretty well informed, don't you?"
"I'm no prude if that's what you mean."
"The hell you aren't! Nobody can be wised up at your age. Sure, you've had a few little pieces of ass. But what does that prove? Shit, a lot of kids go fucking under the porch before they get fuzz on their cunt. That doesn't mean they know anything. Right?"
"I suppose…"
"It takes a lot more than a cherry-busting to understand what makes a woman tick."
"I still say nobody can fuck a bird."
"Listen, honey. That's one reason we want you at our party. We all get a kick when we show somebody else how many possibilities there are with sex. Our little club has been at it for years now and we haven't even scratched the surface. Fuck a bird? Shit, I've seen a woman get fucked by a horse."
"Oh, you didn't, really!"
"Horses, dogs, cats, snakes, you name it, Martha, and somebody's fucked it. When a cock gets hard, or a cunt gets juicy, there ain't no object on earth that doesn't turn on somebody. One of our members is a psychiatrist who works at the women's prison in Jersey. You know what she says? When those girls in there get hot, which is most of the time, they fuck themselves with any Goddam thing there is. And if they know a man has touched it, they stick spoons, candy wrappers, rocks, or any Goddam thing they can find up their cunt. They can stand right in the hallway with their legs crossed, and orgasm fifty times in a row without moving a step. Let me tell you, Martha, when a woman gets really hot, and she's desperate, there isn't anything in the whole Goddam world she won't do to come."
"You wouldn't do anything goofy with me if I come to your party?"
"We don't force anybody, Martha. But we provide some entertainment, and some possibilities, that'll blow your mind."
"How come you asked me, Doreen? There's lots of pretty girls in the office."
"Sure. And we've had a few of them over before. But I really like you, Martha. I think you could be a lot of fun. And I'd give anything to suck your sweet cunt."
Doreen was truthful about the whole thing and so I trusted her, and besides I really liked fucking. Maybe she was right, that I was only living half a sex life, and I sure didn't want to miss out on anything. All that talk about sticking foreign objects in my crotch made me shudder and I hoped I'd never get that hard up, and I wasn't sure how I'd react if Doreen really started to lick my pussy, but an evening of sex was a lot better than some dull movie, so I agreed to the party.
Doreen lived down in the Village, in a building that looked about ready to topple. But inside it was gorgeous. It used to be a ballet studio she said, and that's why the place was so big. When I got there it was already full of people and yet it was strangely quiet. Somebody was playing a flute with subdued tones some people were sitting on cushions on the floor, while some were mingling among the rest of the guests. I did recognize a few people from the office, but I only knew one of them – Pedro Gonzales. And when I talked to him, he said that Danny would be here, too. That settled me down a bit, since I never did feel relaxed among total strangers.
Even the atmosphere was charged with a new sexual vibration that made me tingle. Living in New York, I was accustomed to crowds, and I had been to parties before, yet this was entirely different. There was none of that strained behavior here, none of the phony ogling that always permeated other parties. Where before at parties everybody made strained jokes about how they'd like to screw somebody, here it was different. Everyone was relaxed and I wasn't one bit surprised when I saw one girl standing against a wall with her eyes closed while another woman sucked on her titties. Nobody seemed to pay them any attention so I tried to ignore them, except that my own breast began to tinge something fierce.
I figured I could get laid real quick, but after an hour had passed I wondered what I was doing wrong. Pedro was fucking the hell out of a beautiful black girl over by the portable bar, and Doreen had taken another girl into one of the back rooms to lick her pussy. Maybe I really was an oddball and didn't belong in such a world of sexual freedom, but it wasn't my fault. I was willing, except that I didn't know how to go about getting fucked. Oh, sure, I had a few drinks and talked to a few guys, but they seemed to sense my desperation and that turned them off. It seemed that nobody wanted to get mixed up with a girl who still had inhibitions, no matter how worldly she pretended to be.
After three cocktails I got a little more aggressive and tried to fuck a man with a white goatee. He was quite old, but extremely handsome and virile looking. But he cut me cold. It seems like women weren't the only sex objects at the party, and this old gentleman couldn't take his eyes off Danny.
I got to feeling like a sore thumb, and was cussing the party, when a girl rescued me from the doldrums. She introduced herself as an airline stewardess and said her home was in India, and asked if I would like to fly around the world.
"Gee, I can't leave New York," I told her.
She laughed gently as she touched my breasts.
"We don't have to leave the room," she said softly. "We can fly to the moon right here." I could have kicked myself from being so dumb.
Her name was Nadia and she was wearing one of those Eastern dresses that sort of wrapped around her. On her forehead was a red dot, while her long black hair was tied in a sort of pony tail. We walked together back to one of the little rooms. Not that. I was bashful or anything, but with Nadia, it seemed appropriate to have a gentle hour of privacy.
The room was small but tastefully furnished, with a cot obviously provided to accommodate fuckers. Nadia looked at me, and I looked at her, and the room was filled with love. There is something sweet and gentle, something gloriously feminine about another woman. I could never be a true lesbian because I need the power of a man, the forceful entry, the brutal and guttural grunts that a man makes when he is fucking. Still there is something precious about sex with another female. The touch of her soft flesh, the smell of her femininity, the curves of her body. Nadia felt this too, because when she slipped that cloth from her body she gave a little shudder of ecstasy.
"You have a lovely figure, Martha," she whispered as I stood naked before her.
Nadia was beautiful, too. Her breasts were small, but firm, with tiny dark nipples, and she had the tiniest waistline I ever did see. Her hips were sensuous and her thighs were smooth, while the dark hair over her pubic area gave promise of new joy.
"May I touch your titties?" she asked gently as she reached over to fondle my breasts.
"Ooohhhhh!"
Her touch sent a shock through me as I felt my nipples spring to life.
The men who had touched my titties had a feel of force, an overtone of violence. While Nadia gave me a tingle of pleasure unknown before. Her hands were eager as she stroked my titties, and when she took one of my nipples between her fingers, I felt my pussy get moist. It was a new kind of sexual heat. This way, with another woman, the sex was radiated back to me until I felt weak with pleasure.
"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.