Stockholm, Brussels, Paris, Rome. Nairobi, Tel Aviv, New Dehli. Hans. Henri. Jacques. Federico. Abdul. Yuri. Rahan. Lisa had been in and out of so many cities, had had so many of the natives of each in and out of her, in the past sixteen months, that she felt as if she were suffering from permanent jet lag.
After awhile every cock looked just about the same, just as every city did. In short, Lisa needed a break. Pleading emotional exhaustion, she took a leave of absence from her job with Happy Go Lucky Airlines, checked herself into the Waldorf and had a seventy, two hour nap. "You've earned this," she said to herself and fell exhausted between clean white sheets, leaving word with the front desk that she was not to be disturbed, not even by the maids, until she couldn't sleep another wink.
It was a glorious seventy two hours. She slept through every second of it. She had worked herself to exhaustion and fucked so many men that when she closed her eyes she could see the cocks lined up in rows along the insides of her eyelids.
For seventy two hours, she slept dreamlessly, happily, soundly. When she awoke, really refreshed for the first time in more than a year, she knew that she couldn't go back to the Airlines. Those days, for her, were over.
She had a fair amount of money in the bank. Finances were not a problem. She could easily afford to spend a month or three wholly unemployed.
However, Lisa liked the routine of having a job and circle of associates, a steady source of income. She hated being out of work.
She was the sort of person born for a career and she woke up to the realization that the career in which she was presently enrolled was not the career for her.
So Lisa cut her ties and didn't look back. Never look back, sir thought, never, ever, look back. Collecting herself, she checked out of the Waldorf, got a cab to the office building out of which the Airlines operated and laid a letter of resignation on the desk in front of her immediate superior.
"I'm sorry, Betty," she said, "but I've had it with the lays and I've had it with the layovers. Here's my wings and my thanks."
"But don't you understand the privileges that you're giving up by resigning from the Happy Go Lucky staff?" Betty, a short, plump, matronly woman with a face painted firmly across her cheeks, inquired, not at all credulously.
"If you call getting the clap in Cologne, herpes in Honolulu, Acapulco abortions, Munich menage a trois and Los Angeles lays privileges, well, then, no, I don't at all feel as if I'm going to miss all of that. Thank you very much."
Betty was hurt. She took an interest in each and every one of her girls and she had especially taken to Lisa. She thought of her as a daughter. Her own daughter had run away to Arizona to live in a vegetarian collective with a glass blower and she had not heard from her since 1972, when she got a post card from Tangier. She needed to have girls around and Lisa was one of her especial favorites.
"Lisa," Betty said, "we've given you a little vacation. Why don't you go away somewhere, settle out on the beach, relax. When you get your strength back, you give us a call and we'll have things waiting for you."
"You don't understand," Lisa said. "I've been away anywhere I could possible want to go. New York remains the only city in the world in which I have not had a string of affairs and a fair amount of bad sex. You don't know how many ghosts there are for me in every city in the world. New York is the only place I feel comfortable."
"Well, then," Betty said, "why don't you change to our domestic, in flight staff? You can fly the New York to L.A. flight and never have to leave Manhattan, except, of course, for when you get off the plane in L.A."
"I'm sorry," Lisa said, "I appreciate your offers, but I'm not interested. I just want to have my feet planted on the ground for a little while. I've been up in the air-literally, you see-for so long, now I just want to be down on the ground."
Lisa resisted an impulse to shout. She knew that Betty was going to give her a hard time and she was terribly annoyed. She just wanted to quit and that was that.
Betty was not the sort of person who understood things like, I've-had-one-too-many-quick-fucks. I've got-to-have-a-change-of-scene. She didn't look, to Lisa, as if she had had sex in about twenty five years. Lisa thought she was sweet, but she was annoyed that she was making it so hard for her to go.
"Look, Lisa," Betty said, "if it's a question of money, well, you know that that can be resolved. You know that. You're very valuable to us."
"It's not the money," Betty said. "Do you understand? It's not the money, it's not the job itself, it's nothing. It's only me. I've thought about it and I've just decided that I don't want to be a stewardess, anymore. Alright?"
So that was the way that it had to be, Lisa thought, she finally had to be rude to Betty. She hadn't wanted to be rude, but Betty made it necessary.
Betty sighed. She held a pencil in her hands, twisting it around and around, pushing it into the tight bun of brown hair knotted at the back of her head.
She pointed the pencil at Lisa "You know that you can always come back to us," she said, "if it doesn't work out. When you get tired of him, whoever he is-"
"What?" Lisa said, hardly believing what she was hearing ""Was it that odd for a woman to want some time to herself that it was taken for granted that she was seeing a man? Lisa was sincerely annoyed with Betty, with the whole attitude in general.
Then, looking at Betty, she thought better of her annoyance. Oh, for Chrissakes, she thought, the woman doesn't want to think I hate my job. If it makes her feel better to think that I'm leaving because I've found a man, let her think it.
"Yeah. Well," she said. "Thank you. I'll keep that offer in the back of my mind. You know that I've enjoyed my work."
Betty smiled, grateful that Lisa had made it easy for her, even though she had not bothered to make it easy for Lisa. The two discussed final paychecks and termination papers and then Lisa, infinitely relieved, was on her way.
Now that that was over with, she had to find a job and a place to live. Out of one rat race and into another, Lisa thought, not really believing it.
She was happy to have to struggle with the day to day routines of Manhattan, a city she knew and loved, but of which she had not yet grown tired.
She liked the rhythm of the city and enjoyed the kinds of games that had to be played in order for anything to get done. She was good at the games.
She was at home in New York and she knew it and her self confidence, which had been flagging ever since her last layover in Brussels, now returned.
First, she thought, I must find a place to stay. She walked across town, through Rockefeller Center, where she always felt good and towards a little cafe on Sixth Avenue, at 46th Street. It was a New York version of a French cafe and it always amused Lisa to go there. She was reminded that New York, for all its European flavor, was by no stretch of the imagination a European city.
Lisa ordered a roll and a cup of tea and sat down with the day's New York Times, for her a religious experience. New York meant tea in the morning and the Times.
She skimmed the front section, weary of international news, glanced at an article in the leisure section and then turned to the Help Wanted section.
She reminded herself that the Times was never very good for either housing or employment-often she thought that the ads ran in the classified section had been made up by a panel of Republicans yearning for a time when every man, woman and child wanted a job in advertising and had the capital to rent a 1,000 a month duplex in Tudor City-and, checking her watch, realized that it was Wednesday, the day the Village Voice was out on the stands.
Remembering all these things and putting herself through the mechanics of life in New York, made her realize how much she just wanted to settle down, right here and lead a relatively normal, happy life. She wanted some consistency in her life, some rigid regulation. She wanted things back to normal.
She abandoned the Times, went outside and across the street for a copy of the Voice and crossed back over to sit in front of the Exxon Building and read the ads.
As it turned out, the Employment section looked more promising than the Apartments section and so she worked her way through the former, not knowing exactly what it was that she had in mind. She just wanted something that was completely different from anything she had ever done before, something totally different from being a stewardess.
For some reason, a single ad, out of the dozens listed, caught her eye. It said, under Sales Help Wanted, "Creative Talker wanted for marketing of unusual household trinkets and adult items." Lisa wasn't certain what the ad meant, but she thought that it might be interesting to try and sell things. She had always wanted to be a salesperson. And it wasn't all that different, really, from being a stewardess, at least, in terms of dealing with different kinds of people.
The salary listed for the job was quite generous, as well and it commissions were extra, apparently, so Lisa was drawn to that, as well.
The address for the interviews was in the Village and that appealed to her. She had always liked the Village and had always wanted to live there.
In short, the job intrigued her and she decided to go down to the place and see what was up. She was filled with a feeling of purpose and simple joy. She didn't even bother to take a cab, noticing that she had enough time to walk all the way down to the Village. That was something that she had always liked to do.
She walked briskly, fitting easily into the naturally rapid pace of Manhattan. She looked at all the buildings and at all the people who passed her.
She liked looking as if she were a tourist, craning her neck this way and that to look at things that interested her. She decided that she really was a New Yorker, after all and that she didn't care what anyone else thought of her.
In no time at all, she was at Washington Square Park. She was a little early for the job interviews, so she strolled around the park, stopping here and there to listen to guitar players, to watch roller skaters, to move her hips in time to the music coming out of big radio boxes, scattered everywhere, slung over shoulders, held aloft.
Looking down Thompson Street, she could see the two towers of the World Trade Center, ugly up close, but really rather exciting in an arrogant, galling kind of way from that far a distance off. Lisa lost herself in the city and lost track of time.
She was nearly late for the job interview. She hurried west to seventh avenue near Perry Street where the store was, the one mentioned in the ad.
It took Lisa a good fifteen minutes to decide that the store mentioned in the ad was the same as the one on the street, occupying the specified address.
It was a quirky looking little store a few steps down from street level, and inside the window, on display, was an array of sexual tools and gimmicks.
Apparently, the store was a place that marketed sexual accessories, whips, chains, butt plugs, dildoes, electric vibrators, the works.
Lisa laughed, at first, but then she felt a tightening in her stomach. Finally, thinking that it wouldn't hurt just to go in-it would be a good story for later on if nothing else-she screwed up her courage and went down the stairs.
Indeed, it was just the sort of store that she had thought it was from looking into the display windows. A smut store, she thought, a porn shop.
Lisa knew that she ought to feel mortally offended by the place, especially because she was a woman and it was women, presumably, who were most degraded by porn, but in fact she was rather intrigued. In fact, she was fascinated.
It was kind of funny, because there were a whole lot of people standing around and they all looked too embarrassed to look closely at any of the items.
Lisa noticed that not one of the customers was really at his or her ease and she had the feeling that all each of them needed was a little encouragement.
She walked up to one couple and she said, "See anything you like?" The man and woman turned to her, blushed and turned away, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Don't be shy," Lisa said, affecting her stewardess tone, that friendly way she had of talking that put everyone at ease. Once she had had to talk an entire plane of hysterical people into composure, when it was learned that the plane's engine was slowly failing. The passengers had every reason to be hysterical, since of course the plane could have crashed at any minute, but Lisa talked them down, lulled them, convinced them that they didn't face any dangers at all.
Getting someone to admit that he's interested in an electric vibrator is not exactly the same as convincing him that he's not going to die, Lisa knew, but the point was she had the sort of approach that made people trust and believe her.
The man and woman looked terribly frightened and she talked to them, aware that they were probably a newlywed couple and still enjoying a rather healthy sex life.
She thought, they're afraid that it's going to look as if there's something wrong between them if they admit that they're interested in some of these things.
Lisa knew full well that good sex could only be enhanced by variety. She felt sorry for these two, worrying that they were going to leave the store and leave behind stages of bliss that they possibly had never experienced, out of something as silly as personal embarrassment. She spoke in a conciliatory tone.
"You know," she said, "I've often been afraid to come into one of these stores just because I had the feeling that everyone would assume that there was something wrong with my sex life, but I'll tell you the truth-it's only the people who are most highly attuned to what their bodies can do for them who know enough to pick up a few odds and ends to make the nights longer and even more exciting."
The two, who had tried at first to ignore Lisa, slowly turned to face her. The husband looked the most interested and Lisa played to the wife, naturally, because she was the one who felt she had the most to lose. The husband would be easy, but he wasn't going to buy anything without the wife's consent. Lisa concentrated on her.
"I particularly understand how you must feel," she said to the woman, lowering her voice, "but if you want to know the truth, embarrassment is the weapon that they use against us. You see? It's because they're afraid of what will happen to us women once we learn how really sensual we are. We owe it to ourselves to know our bodies as fully as possible. It's our duty as women."
Lisa was aware that she was uttering nothing but gibberish, but she was also aware that the woman, who had looked petrified at first, now seemed less uptight.
She and her husband wandered around the store and they ended in making a huge purchase. As they ordered their equipment, Lisa came eye to eye with one of the managers of the store and held a quiet conversation with him.
He said, "You're a natural sales person, you know that? Those two would never have bought a thing if you hadn't walked in and now they're ready to make a huge purchase."
"Well," Lisa said, "you know, it's just something about me, I guess. People seem to trust me. Something about my tone of voice."
"Something about your very beautiful skin, I should say," the man responded. Suddenly Lisa noticed that he was looking at her in just that way. Oh, no, she thought, I know that look. Not again. Not me. She noticed that the man was wearing a shirt, open to the navel and tight, tight jeans.
He was, in fact, rather attractive, but she wasn't in the market for another entanglement. She couldn't have cared less how big his cock was. Not Lisa.
"Look," she said to him, rather firmly, "I know exactly what's going on in your mind, pal and I want to make one thing very, very clear. I do not fuck just anyone at the drop of a hat. No funny business. I came here looking for a job, not a blow job, mind you, just a job. I've had it up to here with sucking cock."
The man looked at her, rather surprised, digesting all this information at once. For one thing, she was beautiful. For another, she had come here in answer to the ad in the paper. For a third, she was a human stick of dynamite. Hands Off.
He said, "Okay, okay, okay. Baby. I get your rap. I get your rap. Not to worry. Just you don't worry about anything at all. Now let's talk about that job."
So it turned out that he was alright, after all and that the job was hers, apparently. She was very pleased. Somehow, she was vaguely turned on by all the objects that the store had to sell, from the red rubber balls to the clit rings.
The man showed her around the store, pointed out each accessory, told her what did what (though most of the articles were fairly self explanatory) told her she could begin as soon as she liked and offered her a very reasonable salary.
Everything worked out very well, almost too well. Lisa could hardly believe that it had all been quite that easy. She could hardly have hoped it would happen so quickly. She was terribly pleased with herself.
On her way out the door, on impulse, she turned and said, "You don't happen to know of anyone who's looking to sublet an apartment really cheap, do you?"
From her tone of voice, she conveyed the information that she was not interested in any funny stuff. He laughed, getting the hint.
"Well," he said, "as a matter of fact, I just do happen to know someone who's in kind of a bind at the moment. Let me give you the number."
He handed Lisa the slip of paper, explained that his friend was an actor on his way out of town for a few months that he paid nothing for an apartment that had been rent controlled since the earth cooled and that he was looking for just the right person.
"I shouldn't think you'd have trouble with him," he said, "because he's gay." Lisa laughed, thanked him and within twenty four hours after quitting her job, landed both a new job and a place to live in a nice neighborhood at very, very low rent.
Ah, she thought, isn't New York wonderful.
PART TWO
Lisa loved her job. It was funny, really, how much she really enjoyed it, because she didn't actually ever stop to think that she was working in the outskirts of the pornography business. Only once did it occur to her what she was doing.
She attended a party given on the Upper West Side by a friend of a friend of a friend and she found herself trapped in a corner with a woman she barely knew.
The woman asked her what she did for a living and without thinking about it, she replied, simply, "I sell sexual accessories."
The woman failed to register a response. "Hmm?" she said. Lisa thought perhaps she hadn't heard her, or hadn't understood.
"I work at a store where they sell, you know, whips and chains and red rubber balls and dildoes and vibrators and cock rings and things like that."
The woman looked at Lisa as if she must be kidding. Then it slowly dawned on her that Lisa was telling the truth. Lisa could actually see the woman processing the information, grasping the meaning of Lisa's words and then reading all the implications thereof. Her faced turned stern. She said, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"I ought to be ashamed of myself?" Lisa said. "Why? It's not doing anyone any harm. People come in, they buy and that's that."
"Oh, dear," the woman said. "I can see that you're a victim of a male dominated society just like all the other attractive women in this country. Don't you see that such devices are manufactured to keep the masses, especially the female masses, suppressed, slaves to their erections, or their husbands' and lovers' erections? Don't you understand what pornography does to women, to degrade them? Don't you see that?"
Lisa didn't see that. She just thought that she was earning a living, dealing with lots of people, which she liked to do, selling home appliances. She herself had never been much interested in whips and chains and red rubber balls, but she thought that people had a right to buy the stuff if they wanted to.
"I don't think you understand," she said, "I'm just selling things. I'm not trying to dominate or subvert anyone. I'm just trying to make a living."
"Oh, dear," the woman said. "Have you no sense of moral responsibility at all? Don't you realize that as long as you go one supporting this industry, you're no better than a willing tool in the hands of vicious, dominating men?"
Lisa said that in fact she did not see things that way at all and the woman, clearly disgusted with her, shrugged and walked off, clucking her tongue and shaking her head.
Lisa still thought that the woman had misjudged her, that she failed to understand the thing that really mattered, which was that Lisa was merely earning a living doing what she did and that was all there was to it.
However, her faith in the simplicity of the business in which she was engaged was a little bit shaken after this encounter, and she confronted her boss the following day and tried to talk out her confusion with him.
"I was at this party the other night," she said, "and this woman fairly attacked me, when she found out that I was selling this stuff."
"Yeah," he said, "some people react that way, they get all anal retentive and weird about it. Usually, they're just as sexually messed up as anyone else. Or, I mean, more so. They'd like to be in here buying this stuff, but they don't have the courage to admit it to themselves. Don't let it bother you."
"Yeah," she said, "but this woman said something that sort of got to me. She said that what we were doing in marketing this stuff was giving people something to concentrate on other than things that really mattered, so that they become obsessed with sex to the exclusion of real problems and concern*."
"Jesus," her boss said, "if it weren't for sex, can you imagine how bored people would be? You talks about problems, but how many people are there who are in the position to do things about racism and poverty, stuff like that? Not many people. And those people, the majority of people, who don't have any control over the major events of the world and who need to feel significant in some way, are lucky that sex exists. If not for sex, they would be out in the streets, creating a problem all to themselves."
Lisa saw that he had a point, but she still felt that the issue cut both ways. She was a little reluctant to sell things right there in the store, to just anyone, after that. She felt too removed from the lives of her customers, too alienated from them, too uncertain that they were actually using their equipment constructively.
"I'll tell you what," she said, to her boss one day, "I wish there were some way that I could know just exactly how these things were being used."
"You want to go home and get in bed with your customers, before you sell them anything?" he said. "That sounds a little kinky, Lisa."
"No," she said, "1 mean, I just wish that I could see the women--especially the women-in a home environment, and you know, try and figure out if an electric dildo is going to be good for someone's life, or not. I mean, here in the store I see these people out of context and of course I don't really know if it's the best thing for them to walk out of the store with a pair of butt plugs in their little bags."
"Since when did you develop such a relentless conscience?" he wanted to know. "It sounds to me as if you've practically joined the ranks with Andrea Dworkin."
"I didn't say that I was a feminist," she said, "I just said that I was a little concerned, that's all. Just a little concerned about all of this stuff."
"Well," he said, "I don't know how to advise you. I'd hate to lose you here, you're the best salesperson we have. But you follow your own conscience."
Lisa took her conscience home with her and the next day, before she could say a word to her boss, he had a suggestion to make.
"I'll tell you what," he said, "how about this? We've got this program for home marketing of this stuff. I mean, it's a new program, just in its experimental stages. It's kind of a deal like selling Avon, or like a Tupperware party, that sort of thing. What happens is an interested customer gets a party together and all the people interested hire a representative for the evening and the representative explains the various gadgets, and we hope, makes some sales. Interested in that?"
Lisa laughed, finding the notion of a sex oriented Tupperware party rather an amusing idea. "Selling dildoes in the home?" she said.
"Well," her boss explained, "you said that you wished you could deal with your customers in their homes and it seemed as if, short of selling door to door, this was about the best way for you not to feel alienated from them.
"Oh, I see," Lisa said. "Hey, that's really a pretty good idea, isn't it?" She smiled. It was, in fact, a pretty good idea.
The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. She said, "You know, when I came in here today I had been ready to quit my job, but now that I think about it, well, this sounds like a good idea. I think I'd like to try it."
"Great," he said, "I knew you'd be interested. Let me give you all the details." Feeling like an Avon girl, Lisa listened patiently as he gave her a complete rundown on her duties and within a few hours, she was all set to go.
"All you have to do," he said to her and this was the one thing that she clearly remembered, as she reflected upon her duties as the travelling salesperson, "is start out to explain the whole idea of the thing and then just get one item and pull it out and you'll have them hooked. I mean, just treat it as if it were a lot of fun and nothing else. Just treat it as if it were a blast."
Lisa understood that much, at least. She was to treat the whole thing as if it were just an awful lot of fun. It really wasn't sex at all, when you thought about it.
All it had to do with was inflatable dolls and edible panties, the sorts of things you might find in any child's toy chest. It was the most fun in the world.
Lisa's boss got the party organized for her, this first time. He gathered an audience of sympathetic buyers, some of them his friends.
They gather, most of them young women, at an apartment on Little West Twelfth Street, one evening a little after dinner hour and Lisa began her presentation
She'd brought along everything she needed: dolls, rings, balls, chains, panties, bras and assorted trinkets and attachments and devices.
Everyone liked Lisa men and women and they were all comfortable with her from the very first minute. Lisa knew that she had everyone under control.
The customers had been drinking and they were juiced up and lubricated, prepared to have one hell of a good time, thinking about sex.
Lisa realized that the fun thing about it was that you could almost feel as if you were having sex, just talking about these things, but of course you didn't have to have sex. That was the beauty of such a gathering. It was a substitute for sex.
It was group sex, without any nudity involved. Lisa was pleased. She positioned herself in the center of the room and opened her bag of tricks.
"Now," she said, "the important thing to remember is not to be shy of any of these things and not to worry that any of it is going to do you any damage."
She looked around the room at the assorted crowd of Greenwich Village types, some Reform Democrats, some unpublished poets, a lesbian or two, one gay man, a young couple involved in an open marriage, sisters involved in fighting Westway, a former Communist and a transsexual named Bill. "Just call me Bill," she said smiling, "I changed my plumbing but I couldn't give up my name. You need a sense of continuity in life."
"Not one of the devices I sell," she said, "is bad for you. Everything is as wholesome as whole wheat bread, as good for you as vitamin C."
She looked around the room at her patrons. They smiled at her. The sisters fighting Westway looked a little nervous and the gay man laughed cynically, but otherwise they all had total faith in her. She searched the room for the person she considered the easiest sell, the mean, the average buyer, and considering, settled upon the transsexual.
She pitched her sale to her, and as Bill grew enthusiastic, so did the others. Lisa was pleased with the success of her strategy. After all, since Bill had feet in both camps, male and female, she would be a good representative of everyone's interests.
Lisa started out small and worked her way along. "This," she said, "is the latest thing in lingerie. Edible panties. Not only are they exciting, but they're also practical. Dirty them once, and instead of washing them, you can eat them.'
Members of the crowd laughed. Lisa smiled. The edible panties were always the best to start off with. "Unlike other, ordinary manufacturers goods, these panties don't create any waste, at all. You just recycle them. Eat them up and they turn into fertilizer."
She held up a pair of sheer, realistic looking panties. "They come in various flavors," she said, "strawberry being the most popular."
"How about custard?" the gay man asked, loudly. A few among them tittered.
"Well, now," Lisa said, handling the situation, "I would say that, while the panties don't come in every flavor, they certainly can be enhanced by the natural flavors of the body's secretions and fluids. As it is, they come in strawberry, lemon and egg cream."
"Egg cream!" Bill, the transsexual, screamed. "Oh, God!"
The Westway sisters shifted uncomfortably. "What about the size," one of them said. "Does, uh, one size fit all, or do they, you know, come in different sizes."
"Oh, any size that you want," Lisa affirmed, passing the panties around the room. The unpublished poet grabbed them first. "Oh that this too too solid fabric," he mocked.
"Melts in your mouth," Bill said. The gay man cackled.
One of the lesbians spoke up. "What about toxic shock?" she said. "What about the dyes? Does it stick to your skin? Is it dangerous?"
"No more dangerous," Lisa said, "then spreading vanilla fudge over your lover and licking it off. Perfectly, perfectly safe."
The gay man said, "Vanilla fudge is very, very messy."
Bill said, "Vanilla fudge! God!"
One of the lesbians tipped back her head and howled. "It can't be any worse than mint jelly," she said. "My thighs were glued together for days."
The Westway sisters giggled.
The Reform Democrat said, "They make that out of cows."
"Edible panties?"
"Out of their hooves."
"Cows' hooves?" one of the Westway sisters said, horrified. "They make edible panties out of cows' hooves? Has someone notified the SPCA?"
"Mint jelly," the Reform Democrat corrected her.
"Mint jelly," the other Westway sister said, "is made out of horses' hooves."
Lisa pulled another treat out of her bag of tricks. "This," she said, "is another pair of panties. Inedible, but perfectly charming."
She held up the panties, displaying them. They were made with a built in dildo in the crotch. The gay man crossed his legs.
Bill asked, "Which way do you put those things on? Front ways, or back ways?"
"These particular panties are for women and so they go on frontways."
"What makes you think that means they're just for women?" Bill said.
The others giggled, happily. "Well," Lisa* said "we have other models, with a dildo in the back and then we have the deluxe model, with one in the front and one in the back. Double your pleasure, double your fun, as they say in the ad."
"That's the one for me," Bill said, smiling. She looked around the room and beamed at all the other customers. "Both ends at once."
"Both sides now," the poet corrected her, shifting himself, as he sat cross legged on the floor. An embarrassed silence ensued.
"Of course," Lisa said, "there are all the rings. Cock rings, labia rings, clit rings, nose rings, I should imagine, any kinds of rings."
"Sounds like punk rock," one of the lesbians offered. "Pierce a cock ring through your nose and get your hair cut in a Mohawk."
"Put a cock ring in your ear," the gay man said, "and shave your head completely." He emphasized his words in such a way as to leave it clear to everyone the advantages of a cock ring and a bald head. The Westway sisters blushed.
"Look here," the Reform Democrat said, "I'm a married man. What have you got for the married couple? Anything along those lines?"
Lisa produced her inflatable doll. "Well," she said, "for the wife who complains that he husband is off on the campaign trail, leaving her home alone, lonely and upset, there's this, a real life, inflatable doll, with an imitation penis."
"Not to be confused with an imitation cunt," Bill said, loudly. The lesbians crossed their legs. The poet could be heard to mutter, "A cunt is a cunt is a cunt."
"This one comes with hair," Lisa said, "but there are cheaper models, that just have the hair painted on. This is the super duper deluxe model and it comes with all the appointments. It comes fully fabricated."
"But does it come?" Bill said. "It comes with, but does it come?"
"This particular piece of merchandise does not squirt," Lisa said, "but you can purchase vibrators that will squirt, once they reach a certain frequency."
"Vibrators that squirt!" the gay man said. "I may give up men forever."
One of the lesbians said, "What if you're not interested in squirting." She shot a hostile glance at the gay man. "What if squirting makes you gag?"
"Well, then," Lisa said, "there are plenty of vibrators that don't squirt at all. Really, we have something to fit each and every taste."
"Turning and turning in the widening cunt," the poet paraphrased, "the vibrator cannot move the vibratee."
"The vibrated," the Reform Democrat corrected.
"I fall upon the vibrators of life!" the gay man shrieked. "I come!"
"That's Shelley," one of the West way sisters said.
"No, actually, it's Sheldon. Sheldon Goldstein. He works at the Gaeity in Times Square," the gay man said. "You ought to catch his act."
"You'll catch more than an act," Bill said, giggling.
From that point on, the evening more or less deteriorated, with the customers showing less and less interest in the products and more and more interest in trading witty barbs. However, when the evening came to a close, Lisa had made quite a few sales.
In fact, when she went into the store the next day to report about the evening, he realized that she had sold more in one evening that she had in one week at the store.
"Wow," she said to her boss, "I had no idea the evening had been so successful." She smiled, adding up her sales, figuring out what her commission would be.
"I knew you'd be good at this," her boss said. "I could just tell. Lisa, I think that you've found your calling. I think you're going to be very successful at this."
Lisa smiled. She really was very pleased. She had enjoyed her evening more than she realized and she was ready to go out and do some more selling, any day now.
"Well," she said, to herself, taking herself out to dinner that evening, as a reward for her perseverance and her expertise, "everything has worked out for the best, after all."
She looked forward to one party like that a week. She would have her daytimes free, having to work only one day a week. Everything was just as she wanted it
Later that week she got her last check in the mail from Happy Go Lucky Airlines. It seemed to Lisa as if that had all happened a long, long time ago.
PART THREE
A month later, Lisa ran into one of her former colleagues, a stewardess named Tina. She had been going down the escalator from the Pan Am Building into Grand Central Terminal, when Tina spotted her. "Lisa," she cried out.
Lisa had not seen much of her old cronies since the day that she quit her job. Most of them were off flying on the same schedule that she had maintained.
She rarely saw them, not only because their paths never seemed to cross, but because the stewardesses were always so very busy.
Tina had always been a special favorite of hers, though and she was happy to see her in the Terminal. "Tina," she called out, darting across the floor to see her.
The girls embraced in the middle of the crowded Terminal floor. "How are you?" Tina said. "We thought you had dropped off the end of the earth. Everybody asks about you all the time. What have you been doing with yourself? You look fab."
"Look," Lisa said, "can we go somewhere and get a drink? I'd love to talk to you for a little while. Where can we go around here?"
Tina took Lisa's arm. "Darling," she said, "what a wonderful idea. I just got off the plane from Pango Pango and I'm quite exhausted."
She led her out of the building, to a bar at 46th street, near Madison Avenue. "This is just the best bar," she said, "really fab."
Lisa looked critically at Tina. She looked great, but she was showing signs of wear and tear. Lisa could, see now how she must have looked when she was stewardessing full time.
"You look a little tired," Lisa said. She smiled at her friend and they ordered drinks. "Have they been working you awfully hard?"
"Well, you know what they say," Tina said. "Just flew in from Paris and boy are my arms tired." She smiled, a little ruefully. "More like, my back."
"Your back is tired?" Lisa said, running her fingers around the rim of her glass, stirring the stick of celery in her Bloody Mary.
"I've been spending so much time on it, lately, darling," she explained. However, there was no mirth in her voice. Lisa could tell that Tina was suffering from just the sorts of things that had led her to quit stewardessing.
"But what about you?" Tina said. "What have you been doing? Honestly, we've just been dying to know what you've been up to. We're all filled with curiosity."
Lisa considered. "I'm selling sex objects," she said, finally. This was her standard line. She waited to see Tina's reaction.
"Lisa," Tina said, reaching across the table between them and putting her hand over her friend's, "you haven't taken to whoring, have you?"
Lisa laughed. She had heard so many people say the same thing. It was really quite surprising. As soon as anyone heard the word "selling," in conjunction with the word "sex," they immediately assumed that she had become a prostitute."
"No," she said, "that's not it at all. It isn't having sex. It's selling objects with which to have sex. Edible panties, things like that."
Tina turned white as a sheet and then she laughed out loud, tipping back her head. "You sell edible panties for a living?" she said, amazed.
"It's not exclusively that," Lisa said. "I was just using that as an example. I sell all kinds of things. Butt plugs, cock rings, inflatable dolls, all those kinds of things. I work out of this store in the Village."
Tina was fascinated. She wanted to know everything about the job. She asked Lisa to describe everything in great detail, clearly and carefully.
Lisa laughed. "You know," she said, "I get money for giving this kind of sales pitch. You're getting my services for free, right now."
"It couldn't cost anything for you just to tell me about it?" Tina said. "I mean, you just sell the stuff in some store, right?"
"Uh uh," Lisa said. "Not right. I sell the stuff at home parties. I'm kind of a cross between the Avon representative and a Tupperware party."
"You sell this stuff in the home? At parties? Are you kidding?" Tina could hardly believe her ears. At the heart of things, she was just a nice Republican girl who had grown up in Manhattan in a Park Avenue apartment. She was shocked.
"Sure," Lisa said, "it's the latest thing. You just get a group of people together and you hire me for the night and I bring my bag of goodies and we sell the stuff. It's great fun. There's nothing the slightest bit dirty about it."
Tina laughed, incredulously. She could hardly believe that her friend was doing this for a living. "Doesn't it make you feel rather cheap?"
"Not at all," Lisa said. "It's just like being a stewardess, in a way. You get to deal with people and you learn how to handle them, how to act if they're a little bit shy, or maybe a little bit too excited. It's just like being a stewardess, really except that the stewardesses aren't selling anything, at least, not quite as blatantly."
Tina smiled. "You know as well as I do what the stewardesses are selling. Their souls. I think I'd rather sell electric vibrators."
Their lunch went very well. As it turned out, Tina was free for a week or so and the two of them resolved to get together again, maybe for a party.
The next day, Tina called Lisa on the phone. "Honey," she said, "look, I saw some of the other girls today and we all agreed that we want you to do your sales thing for all of us, I'll have it at my apartment, on East 80th."
Lisa laughed. "Okay," she said, "and listen, this one comes without the service charge. I can't give you a discount on anything you want to buy, but you can have my services for free. I think it's the least I can do ."
Tina said, "Super." She said the date and Lisa hung up the phone, feeling a little nervous and a lot excited. She was going to sell some stuff to friends!
And what friends. Tina gathered a dozen of the girls together for a Friday night party and they all crowded into her high rise apartment.
It was lush. Many of the girls whispered that it belonged to her parents and that she used it when she was in town. Her father was some sort of entrepreneur .and they travelled a lot. In any case, the apartment was very lush, very lavish.
The twelve stewardesses came in various shapes and sizes, each one of them more stunning than the other, all of them different, all of them bonified hose monsters.
Waiting for Lisa to arrive, they sat around and discussed the airlines, where they had been and when, who had slept with whom, how big that gorgeous looking Frenchman's cock really was, how rotten he was in bed, nonetheless, what the sexy young pilot liked to do with his tongue, who had had an abortion, recently, or a close call.
They were all dressed casually and speaking with an abandon that they would never have employed in the presence of men. But then, they were all just girls, together.
Finally, Lisa arrived, to chattered hellos and greetings. She knew all the girls and had been very good friends with a few of them. She had slept with one of them, in fact, one drunken evening and had stolen another's boyfriend.
They were all happy to see her, regardless of what may have passed between them in the past, ever loyal to one another. They all embraced Lisa.
"We just can't believe what it is that you do for a living," one of them said. "It's just to divine. I don't know how you have the nerve to do it."
Lisa had the distinct impression that all of them were a little jealous of her, but, she supposed, that would all change as soon as they saw the products she was selling.
"Alright, now, girls," Tina said, "let's get this thing started. Lisa has donated her services free, you know," she reminded them and then, with a twinkle, she added, "and we want to milk her for everything that she's worth."
The girls laughed and Lisa grinned. "Tina hasn't changed at all, has she?" she said. "She hasn't changed at all." She smiled at the others.
They all sat around her in a circle on the big, comfortable couches in Tina's apartment and Lisa positioned herself in front of the fireplace, to make her presentation.
Tina sat right beside her, as if she were Lisa's assistant, as if she knew something more about all of this that the other girls didn't.
Lisa got things going right away, but she noticed that something was different about this time, different from all the other times that she had sold her products.
She had the feeling that these girls were completely unabashed in their interest in the props and devices. They did not bother to feign even the slightest amount of shock.
"Oh, wow," one of them said, looking at the edible panties, "that's just wild. Have you got anything that squirts?" They were fairly foaming at the mouth.
Lisa smiled. "Well, now," she said, "I just happen to have here with me an electric-vibrator that does that very thing. Squirt, squirt, squirt."
She pulled the vibrator out of her bag and held it up for the girls to admire. A few of them actually already had vibrators, but none one of them had one that squirted.
The vibrator was long and white, with an enameled surface and a tapered tip. The base was thick and there was no cord. "Battery operated," Lisa explained.
She held it up for all of them to examine. "These come in a variety of colors," she said, "basic white and then there's beige and black."
"Oh, wow," one of the girls said, "a black vibrator. Can you get one that is uncircumcised, as well?" The other girls giggled.
Lisa flicked the switch on the side of the vibrator. Giving demonstrations was not her policy, but she had the feeling that this was no ordinary gathering. She had the feeling that perhaps at this gathering she ought to go the limit.
"You just let it vibrate away," she explained and when it heats up to a certain temperature, it just unloads some liquid inside of you."
"Oh, wow," one of the girls said. All the others seemed truly interested. "What kind of liquid does it squirt out, anyway?" someone asked.
"Well," Lisa said, "that depends. It can squirt plain water, but there's also a solution that you can mix out of a kind of powder, that comes with it."
"What about tapioca pudding?" one of the girls said. "Does it squirt tapioca pudding?" She had a very eager look on her face and licked her lips.
Lisa laughed. "Well," she said, "I don't know about that. I think that might clog it. But you can put just about anything you want into it."
The girls stared hungrily at the vibrator. "When does it squirt?" one of them asked. "I want to see it squirt." The girl looked rather excited.
"Well," Lisa said, "you sort of have to be using it for it to squirt." She laughed and held the vibrator up in front of all the girls.
"So give us a demonstration," one of the girls said. "Show us how you insert it and how it squirts. Show us how it squirts."
"Well," Lisa said, "you can't exactly know how it squirts unless you yourself are using it. If someone else does it, why, they get all the fun."
The girl said, "I'll be an audience volunteer. I'll sit down on that chair and you can show me how to insert it. I want to feel it squirt."
The other girls broke out in murmurs. Clearly, they were all rather excited. Lisa was very, very attractive and there was not one girl among all of them who did not want, even if only obscurely, to have Lisa slide that vibrator between her legs.
Lisa was a piece, the sort of woman to whom everyone is attracted, regardless of whether they think of themselves as homosexuals or heterosexuals.
They were all eyeing Lisa and the vibrator, hungrily. Clearly, they were all excited. The girl who had asked Lisa to demonstrate on her had voiced the unspoken desire of every girl in the room. Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "Well," she said, "it's not exactly policy, but I guess we can go ahead and do it, if you like. I mean, we're all friends, here. It's not as if you're only customers. You're friends."
"Oh, good," the girl said, terribly excited. She hopped up off the floor and pulled a chair over to Lisa. She sat down facing the others, after sliding off her panties. Then she lifted up her skirt, spread her legs and said, "Put it in."
The other girls broke out laughing. She had done this in such a comical fashion that it was impossible not to laugh. She was terribly excited, as all the girls were, but she managed to hide her excitement behind a very funny routine.
The other girls appreciated her humor and they stared anxiously at Lisa, who pointed the vibrator at the girl and said, "I feel like I'm fitting you for a diaphragm."
"I hope I don't need one for that thing," the girl shrieked. "It doesn't have semen in that stuff it spurts, does it? She made a face.
The girl smiled at Lisa. "Go ahead," she said, "put that big thing inside of me. Just go on and put that big old squirting thing inside of me."
She was mocking a pornographic novel and the other girls knew it. They were all highly amused and they cackled and shivered in delight.
They were also highly aroused. They wanted very badly to see what was happening and they all surrounded Lisa and the girl, so that they could watch.
"Now," Lisa said, "you might need a little lubrication for this. I have some jelly, if you want to use it. I recommend it, myself."
She pulled out a tube of lubricating jelly. "It's tasteless," she said, "which I prefer, or you can get it in various flavors."
The girl said, "I don't need any lubrication." She meant it. She was already damp and hot between her thighs and ready to get the vibrator inside of her.
The thing vibrated and Lisa lowered it to the girl's cunt. Her lips were spread wide and her clit was becoming engorged. Her inner lips were fat and swollen.
She was all wet within her cunt, ready to take the vibrator. Lisa lowered it to her and said, "Now open wide." The other girls laughed at her joke.
She aimed the vibrator carefully and moved it towards the slit in the girl's cunt. It vibrated slowly and Lisa moved it over the girl's inner lips.
"Oh," the girl said, tipping back her head and moaning. She moved her hands down to Lisa's and carefully guided the head of the vibrator over the head of her clit.
She shivered an moaned with excitement, as she held Lisa's hands and forced her to move the vibrator over and over the head of her engorged clit.
On the verge of orgasm, she then slowly guided the vibrator inside of her. Lisa no longer helped her. The girl had the vibrator in her hands.
She was showing off, but the other girls didn't find it offensive, because she was really good at it. She sat with her legs spread wide and fucked herself with the vibrator.
Not one of the other girls uttered a sound. They were all enthralled and too interested in what was going on to say anything. They were terribly excited.
The girl with the vibrator up her cunt was clearly oblivious to anything else that was going on around her. She was hot and wet and excited.
She moved the long, white enameled thing in and out of herself slowly and seductively, enjoying it almost to an obscene extent. She made slurping noises with it and tipped back her head and moaned, loudly. She was completely without inhibitions.
Her thighs were white and soft and wet with liquid oozing from her cunt along them. Her legs were spread so wide the girls could see the open slit of her cunt. Her cunt was thick lipped and long, a wide slit running up and down between her legs, with a thick beard of dark brown hair on top of it.
Her outer lips spread wide and she pressed her inner lips apart with her fingers, as she slid the vibrator in and out of her hot, excited cunt.
The vibrator was a whole twelve inches long, but the girl didn't seem to have any problem in getting it all the way inside herself.
She plunged it in, more and more deeply with every stroke and the girls were astonished to find that she was able to work the whole of it inside herself.
Her clit was engorged and rather large and a few of the girls were at angles where they could see the head of it. The girl moved the vibrator in and out of her slit.
The other girls were all feeling wet between their legs. They were enthralled. A few of them moaned and one or two of them bobbed up and down.
Here and there a girl absently slid a finger inside her skirt or her trousers. Nipples burned. Eyes popped. Everyone in the room was horny and excited.
"Oh," one of the girls said, "I can't believe she's doing that. It looks to me like she's had some practice with vibrators."
Another girl agreed. "She has definitely been practicing that. But I'm just as glad. She really does do that very well, doesn't she?"
She did do it very well. She made loud noises as she moved her vibrator in and out of herself, mumbling and yelling, hot and wet and excited.
Her head tipped back against the wall behind her. She held the vibrator in one hand and fiddled with her clit with the other hand.
Lisa felt as if the whole thing were out of her control. She no longer had any say so at all, but had to stand back and watch.
She really didn't mind. The girl was quite good at what she was doing, quite proficient. She knew exactly what she was up to. Lisa could tell she had used a vibrator before.
Suddenly, the girl's shouts became more frantic, more urgent and it was clear that she was near to achieving orgasm. She yelled out loud.
"Oh," she said, "oh, oh." Clearly, she was terribly excited. She was about to come all over herself, when the vibrator squirted liquid into her. She yelled out. The juices that it expelled mixed with her own juices and dripped down her thighs, to the floor.
PART FOUR
Biff and Bob next door heard some interesting noises. "Hey," Biff said, "whatta you think is going on next door? Sounds pretty funny."
"I dunno," Bob said. "Sounds like a whole bunch uh cackling women are doing something really kind of loud in there. Whatta you think?"
Biff and Bob were college friends of the nephew of the woman who lived in the apartment across the hall from Tina's. They were bums.
"Maybe we ought to investigate," Biff said. "Maybe a whole lot of women are getting raped and abused in there. Maybe something like that."
"Yeah," said Bob, "and maybe it's none of our business. Maybe we ought to keep our noses out of it, you know? Maybe we ought to keep our noses out of it."
Biff wasn't thinking about their noses. Biff was thinking about other portions of their anatomies. At least, as far as he knew, he had a hard on just thinking about women doing loud, noisy things in the apartment across the hall.
Biff and Bob had come to Manhattan expressly to get some chicks. They had been promised chicks. They had been assured that there was a chick around every corner.
"Spend three days in Manhattan," the nephew of the woman who lived in the apartment where they were staying had told them, "and you'll get laid three times each. At least."
"Hey," Bob had said, at the time, "that's three times in three days, that's once a day. Once a day, that's some sort of record, for me."
"Nah," Biff had said, "once a day isn't so impressive, really. Once a day isn't anything, really, when you think about it. It's nothing."
Still, Biff had expected that he would get laid at least a few times and now that they had been in Manhattan awhile, neither of them had so much as copped a feel.
"I don't know about you, Bob," Biff said, "but I have the feeling that there are some damsels in distress across the hall and I think that it is our duty to go on over there and see what we can do for them. You know what I mean?"
Bob could tell by the rise in the crotch of Biffs trousers just exactly what it was that he meant. He was a little worried about his buddy's intentions.
"I don't know that we can just barge in over there," he said. "Maybe we need an invitation, or something like that. Maybe we need to have been asked.
"We don't need anything of the sort," Biff said. "Don't be ridiculous. We don't need anything like that, at all. We can just go ahead right over."
Biff was always the more adventuresome of the two and he was the one who wanted to get laid very badly. He always had a hard on, twenty four hours a day.
True to form, Biff was the one who was really pushing to go next door and visit all those women. Biff was the one who was really interested.
And Bob was the one who was a little reluctant, though this was not necessarily that he was the more mature of the door. If the notion of maturity can in any way be applied to Bob and Biff, neither of whom had ever impressed anyone as being mature.
However, it was true that Bob thought of himself as the more cautious of the two and it is true that Biff had a certain amount of respect for him that many other people did not have.
And so the way that their relationships broke down was that Biff was the anxious, aggressive one and Bob was the taciturn, reluctant one.
Now, the two of them were behaving just as they always behaved whenever there was a decision to be made. Biff wanted to go in with his cock and Bob was trying to use his head.
Poor Bob didn't realize that in his case he would have been better off relying on his cock, because a head was something he was decidedly short of.
So, in this instance, Biff really had the upper hand. In this instance, Biff was really the one who had all the right instincts.
Because, if the truth be known, the apartment next door in fact was filled with women who quite literally were aching to get something hard between their legs.
They were hot and mad with desire to have sex on the floor of Tina's apartment, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, all over the place, everywhere imaginable.
They were terribly excited and even though they could content themselves for the time being with such displays as the one by the girl who masturbated with the electric vibrator, what they really wanted was hot, hung studs.
Biff and Bob were hardly studs, but they were hot and they were certainly hung. And they were also both very hard. If they had had to sit in their apartment much longer, they would have had no choice but to try and suck each other off.
And since neither of them really had the intelligence and the sensitivity to consider the possibility that their impulses were more homosexual than heterosexual, they left each other alone .and finally strode across the hall, to see what was going on in the apartment next door. They had to do quite a bit of rearranging before they could cross the hall, getting their cocks in place, but once they were set, they were off.
"Gee," Biff said, "I bet there's a whole lot of women in there and they're all in an awful lot of trouble. I bet they'll really need all the help that they can get."
"Come on," Bob said, "all you're hoping is that you'll walk in the door and all those women will jump you. That's what you're hoping. Isn't it?"
In fact, Biff was hoping just that, he was hoping that he would walk in the door and a lot of women would jump him. His cock throbbed at the prospect.
However, Bob was feeling just about the same thing, though he would hardly have admitted that to Biff. He liked for Biff to think that he was the more mature of the two.
Very possibly, he was the more mature of the two, which did not say a great deal about Biffs level of maturity. They were hardly wise young men;
They were hot young men with big cocks and they wanted to fuck and they were hot and excited and all they could think about was the sound of the women shouting.
They could hear the sound of the women shouting. The women made a whole lot of noise. And the kind of noise that the women made was unmistakably sexual;
There was no question about that, the noises that the women were making were sexual noises. The two men had the feeling that perhaps they were going to walk in on some sort of lesbian orgy, that: they were going to find all these women eating each other out.
Actually, they were pretty excited by the possibility that they would find these two women eating each other out. They were rather intrigued.
Bob rang the bell. "Now don't you go devouring those women in one bite," he said to Biff, "as soon as the door opens. We don't want to frighten them away."
Biff giggled. He didn't care whether he frightened them or not. He wanted to get his hands on some poontang. He wanted to feel a pussy tight around his cock. He wanted the feeling of tongues licking at his balls and at his asshole.
He was terribly aroused. He had almost decided that if the women were not already involved in an orgy of some kind, he was going to suggest to them the idea.
"Let's say we all just get involved in an orgy right now," he imagined himself saying and actually he really liked the sound of the words.
"Let's say you girls line up to suck my cock," he would say, amused with himself. From the sound of the noises that were coming out of that apartment, there must have been a least a dozen women in there. A dozen hungry mouths to feed.
A dozen mouths which he could fill with his big, hot, excited cock. A dozen mouths just aching to get around the skin of his hot and throbbing shaft.
Biff was clearly beside himself. He wanted to fuck and he wanted to fuck now. He was just that hot and that excited. He was terribly aroused.
He was on the verge of throwing his buddy, Bob, on the floor and fucking him up the ass when finally a woman came to the door, responding to their rings.
Tina had heard the rings and they had come just about in the middle of the display by the woman who was stuffing the electric vibrator up her cunt.
She was annoyed and she didn't really want to leave the show, but the doorbell kept ringing and there was nothing that she could do but answer it.
Probably, she thought, they were making too much noise and one of the neighbors was complaining. She was worried about that, a little. The woman across the hall could be especially obnoxious, sometimes, though she had not seen the woman at all this time around.
She walked to the door and she opened it, expecting to see the woman who lived across the hall, or expecting to see someone, the doorman, or something, who was going to complain.
However, instead, when she threw open the door, ready with some kind of excuse, she saw the two hunkiest, cutest looking guys she had ever seen and their hardened cocks were bulging in purple excitement inside their trousers and fairly pointing at her.
"Oh," she said to the two boys, catching her lower lips between her teeth. She had just come from the vibrator demonstration and she was rather wet between her legs. She had the feeling that the two boys could probably smell it one her.
"We, uh," Biff said, finding himself suddenly inarticulate and unable to think of anything at all to say. The girl was very sexy and attractive. He was aware that his cock only got that much harder at the sight of her.
Bob spoke up, then. "We heard some funny-noises," he said, "and we were a little worried that, you know, maybe something was wrong over here."
Tina looked from one of them to the other and she say, "Oh, oh, that's very nice of you to be so worried, but no, there's nothing wrong, really. I mean, it's just girls, just a bunch of us here together, having a good time. I mean, you know how girls are."
The look of the bulges between their thighs told her that they did indeed know just how girls were. They knew very, very well. Tina was excited.
"I hope we weren't making too much noise, or anything." She looked back and forth at the two of them and she could tell that they were hardly listening to anything she said.
Instead, they were concentrating on the sounds coming from inside the apartment, which now were louder than ever, loud, moaning, sexy sounds.
Tina thought about the situation for a moment and then she said, "Listen, why don't you two come on in. Let me go give the other girls a little warning and then I'll come back and let you in. Okay? You two just stay there, now, don't you move."
She smiled and shut the door behind her. Biff turned to Bob and said, "We're gonna get some, we're gonna get some!" He very nearly jumped up and down with excitement.
Tina walked back into the living room of her apartment and she was brimming over with excitement. "Listen, girls," she said, "you know what I've got outside there? I've got men."
She walked in at the very end of the performance with the electric vibrator and all the women were so hot and excited that they could hardly stand it.
They were terribly hot and excited and they wanted men very badly. They were on the verge of jumping all over each other. They were hungry for men.
"Men!" one of them shouted. "Where did you find some men? You've had them all along, I bet and you've been hiding them from us."
"No, no," Tina said, "I've been doing nothing of the kind; I tell you, they just showed up across the hall, that's all, there they were outside the door."
"What are they like?" one of the girls wanted to know. "What kind of men are they? Are they young men or old men or just what are they like?"
Tina sighed. "They're two of the most exciting looking hunks of flesh that I have ever seen, in my entire life. They're incredibly sexy and exciting."
She looked around the room and she could tell that all of the women were really interested in getting their hands on all those men.
There were only two of them, but two seemed to all of the women like an awful lot. Two seemed like the most men any of them had ever seen.
Tina could tell that they were all interested in having the men in the apartment and so she hushed the girls and told them that she had a plan.
"Listen," she said, "you all just be as quiet and as polite and as good as you can be and I'll go back out and get these two guys. We'll just sit around looking like a dozen really chaste young women, like we're nuns or something and then when they least expect it, we'll pounce. I mean, we'll really pounce. We'll take them by the balls."
She giggled and she could tell that all the other girls really thought this was a very good idea. They were all foaming at the mouths for even just two measly guys and they were terribly excited. Not one of them thought she could restrain herself from pouncing on one of the men. They all wanted to suck cock, really badly.
Tina could see that she had everyone's agreement. Lisa was thinking about all the things that they could do with each other with the various devices she had in her little bag. She was glad that she had brought her little bag of tricks along.
Tina turned out of the room and went back to the door, to let the two men in. She opened the door wide and she said, "Won't the two of you come in and have some sweetmeats?" Biff and Bob thought they knew just what she meant by sweetmeats. They thought they knew just exactly what she was offering them. They were both terribly excited.
They followed her into the living room and there, to their surprise, were twelve of the most beautiful, sexy, exciting looking women that either of them had ever seen.
Their cocks grandly pressed against their trousers and their eyes bugged out of their heads as they looked around the room, getting eyefuls of big, heavy breasts and pointed nipples pressing through the thin fabric of blouses and shirts.
All the women knew that the two men were just wild about them. They all could tell that they were terribly excited and that they could hardly restrain themselves.
And yet, they carefully remained as calm and as aloof as they could, looking, if such a group of women could ever look, as if they had no interest in sex at all.
They were putting on something of a performance, but it was clearly a performance. There was no question about that, it was clearly a performance and everyone knew it.
However, they played it out, because it amused them. Biff and Bob were introduced. Bob said, "This is my friend Biff and I'm Bob. Pleased to meetchas."
The girls giggled. Tina introduced them all. "Lisa, Polly, Libby, Elinor, Prye, Dottie, Helena, Kay, Mary, Norine, Betty and I'm Tina."
They all smiled at each other, the men realizing that there was no way they were going to remember all those names, the women not caring whether they would or not.
Biff said, "I'm sorry to barge in on you ladies, but we heard some noise from across the hall and we thought that maybe someone was in trouble."
Bob said, "We didn't want you all to be in any kind of trouble, and well, we thought that we ought to come on over and check it out, you know."
"Well, now," Norine said, "that's very considerate of you, isn't it. That's very, very considerate of you. We're all just very flattered.
"Yeah," Bob said, "well, we can see that none of you are in any kind of danger, really and maybe we'll just be on our way right now."
Biff shot Bob a really tortured glance and one of the girls, Mary, said, "Don't be ridiculous. Sit down with us and have some cordials."
Biff and Bob were a little confused, but they were, more or less, onto the game. Bob said, "Well, sure, we'll do that, that sounds very nice, thank you."
He looked at Biff and the two of them stood at a corner of the room looking confused. "Why don't you all sit right down and make yourselves comfy," Kay said.
Biff and Bob sat right down and made themselves comfy, just as Kay had directed them to do. They were quite comfy and they were quite horny, as well.
All the girls were having a very amusing time. They all sat around and looked at each other and tried not to giggle and they tried not to jump the guys too quickly.
They were all pretty hot and horny too, but they were really getting a kick out of seeing these two guys really suffer. It was a lot of fun.
"Well, now, what is it that the two of you do for a living?" Polly said, feeling very wet between her legs, excited and wet.
"We, uh, we just go to college," Bob explained. "We go with a buddy of ours who lives in the apartment across the hall. Or rather, his aunt lives there. And we were in town, so he arranged, you know, for us to stay across the hall."
"Well, now," Elinor said, "I think that is rather exciting. I think that is rather exciting, indeed, there's nothing like going away to college."
"No," Biff agreed, clearing his throat, "there really is nothing like going away to college, is there? Nothing like it at all."
Another silence intervened. Biff shot a look at Bob which said that maybe the two of them had been wrong after all. Maybe they had walked into a nun convention, or something. Maybe they ought to have never come at all.
Then, when the girls thought that they could stand it no longer, Prue said, very softly and quietly, "We were thinking that maybe you boys like to fuck."
A hard, hollow silence ensued, for merely a split second a second of silence before the storm and then all hell broke loose. Then the girls went wild.
They swarmed around the two men as if they were rock stars and the women merely sixteen year old star struck kids. They tore at Biffs and Bob's clothing and screamed in delight. They circled around them and attacked them.
They tore at their shirts and trousers and before Biff and Bob knew what was happening, they were lying almost naked on the floor in the living room and the women were pouncing on them, pulling on their cock, playing with their balls.
Bob and Biff hardly even had time to figure out what was going on. They were just about the two must surprised young men who had ever lived.
They sure were glad that they had decided to go across the hall and see what the problem was. They sure were glad that the problem had turned out like this.
PART FIVE
Bob and Biff lay on the floor and their clothes were torn away from them. Women pulled at them and then one of them succeeded in getting Biff off to herself.
The women were actually fighting over the two men, actually working hard to see that one of them got ahold of one of the two men.
Biff and Bob found this terribly exciting, but it was also rather disconcerting for them. It was a bit of a struggle for the two of them.
Finally, Helena got Biff off to herself and she proceeded to drag him into the nearest available empty room, which room turned out to be the kitchen.
She said, "You gorgeous man, where have you been hiding all my life. You're just a gorgeous man and I'm hopelessly in love with you. What a cock."
Biffs cock, erect, indeed was now a bit of a prize. It bobbed up and down between his legs. It was purple with excitement at its big, bulbous tip.
Biffs balls pulled up hard between his legs. His inner thighs dripped with sweat that trickled down them. His asshole quivered with excitement.
He was very nearly naked. His cock was exposed and his ass was exposed, but he still wore the remnants of his shirt, which the women had ripped off of him.
Helena slid her hands up under his shirt and ran her hands over and over his chest. His chest was broad and hard muscled and his pectorals were large.
He had black hair on his chest and she played with his hair and then she got down on hers knees, letting her hands drop to his stomach and went to work on his cock.
His cock was wet at its tip, with his excitement and his enthusiasm. It bobbed up and down between his legs like a pendulum.
Helena stuck out her tongue and tapped at the very bottom of his sac and then she licked the sac, coating it with her saliva.
She ran her hands over and over his flat stomach and around his buttocks and up his inner thighs. She held his cock against his stomach and licked it.
Pressing the cock up against him so that the underside was exposed, she licked slowly up the length of it, from the balls to the very tip of the shaft of the cock.
She left a long, wet smear of saliva over his cock and the flicked her tongue into the slit at the head of it. She licked him happily and he grunted contentedly.
He moved his hands over her head and admired her hair and he let her lick his cock. She took long, slow licks of it and he was terribly excited.
"Get up on the counter," Helena said to him. He hopped up onto the kitchen counter and she proceeded to suck him off, furiously, as he had never before been sucked off.
He was not and excited and terribly enthralled, as she worked on his cock, sucking it and licking it, taking his balls in his mouth, licking his shaft, trying to take his cock all the way into her mouth. She couldn't get the whole of his cock into her mouth, because he was so large, but she did the best that she could,
"Oh," he said, "oh, yes, baby. Oh, that's right." He tipped his head back and concentrated on the feel of her mouth moving all around his cock.
Wow, Biff thought to himself, this is really great. I'm really beginning to like New York.
Bob had been carried off by three girls, Polly and Libby and Prue. They spirited him away into the bedroom and would not let him out, nor would they let anyone else in. They had their man and they were prepared to fight for him.
For that matter, they were prepared to fight over him. There were three of them and only one of him and it seemed to them that somebody was going to have to go without.
Prue said, "I had my eye on him before the two of you. I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to forget it. This one is all mine."
Libby said, "Just one minute, Prue. You would never have gotten him in here yourself if I hadn't been here to give you a hand with him."
Libby was a very big girl, big boned and strong, and very athletic. Polly broke in. "Clearly, he prefers me. That was clear from the very beginning."
"That's all strictly conjecture," Prue said. "I'm the one who claimed him and so the two of you will just have to leave us alone. That's all there is to it."
Bob rather enjoyed this. He didn't mind being treated like a piece of meat, which was the way that the women were treating him.
He didn't mind being treated as if he were some sort of object to be purchased on the open market. He was rather amused by all of that.
"When you girls finally decide which of you deserves me," he said, "you go right ahead and let me know. In the meantime, I'm getting rather impatient."
That brought the girls around. They were all excited by the sight of him, naked and erect, lying stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head.
He was behaving in a most nonchalant fashion, as if it didn't matter to him one way or the other. However, he was really very turned on by the whole thing.
The three women really were quite lovely. Libby was large and commanding. Polly was big busted and luscious, with lots of curves. Prue was fine and hard, with long limbs and a long, slender neck. They were prime specimens.
Bob was wondering how he would in fact be able to decide among the three of them if someone had forced him to make a choice. He decided that he would be unable to decide.
However, he certainly was grateful to be in a position where he might have to decide among three women, each of whom seemed determined to have him.
"I know," he said, finally, no longer able to postpone his pleasure, "1 can take all of you, that's all. I can take all of you."
"All of us, at once?" Polly said, expressing for the three the sentiment they all shared. "I don't know that I'm willing to share you."
"Well," Bob said "it really might be kind of fun. It really might be a whole lot of fun. Why don't the three of you just jump me?"
He wanted more than anything else in the world for the three of them to jump him. They were tremendously good looking and sexy and he had to have them.
He kept thinking to himself, "I hope they all jump me at once." He had never had three girls at one time and the prospect really excited him.
The more excited he got, the bigger his cock got and when his cock got even larger, Libby, for one, could no longer restrain herself.
"I've got to get my lips around that man's cock," she said, turning red in the face. She plunged forward to the bed and swallowed the whole of his cock, just like that.
Prue was not about to stand by and watch her friend Libby get all the fun. She ran around to the head of the bed, and straddling Bob's head, she plunged her cunt down towards his mouth.
Bob could smell her and he could tell that she was damp between her legs and excited. He was excited, too. He was about as excited as he had ever been.
They were all very excited and Polly felt a little bit left out.
PART SIX
In the bedroom, there were still a few girls remaining. There was Dottie, ad Mary, there was Norine, there was Betty, there was Kay and there was Tina and there was Lisa.
What there was, was a lot of horny girls.
The horny girls seemed to have it in mind to find some things to do with one another while the girls and boys in the kitchen and in the bedroom were balling.
"I don't know about you," Elinor said, "but I don't think that I can wait around for one of those men to become free. I've got to have something between my legs, now.
"Uh huh," Kay, the Vassar graduate said. "I completely agree with you. I think that I would like to get my head between someone's legs, pronto."
"Well, now," Elinor said, "maybe the two of us can make a deal." Elinor was a Smith graduate. She and Kay were the ivy leaguers in the group.
They were both proud looking women. Elinor was blonde and tall and thin. She had erect posture-and erect nipples, just at the moment.
She carried herself with the authority of one who is from a family with money. She was small breasted and tall and thin wasted and her cunt was tight and hairless.
She was mostly into women, although she would go for an occasional man here and there. For that matter, she would go for an occasional dog.
She was from Chicago and she had the look of a midwestern girl, without any of the prudery that can go along with such a personality.
Kay was just the opposite of Elinor at least in terms of where she had come from. She was from Utah. She was, to be exact, from Salt Lake City.
She was not a Mormon, but her father was a lawyer with good connections in the Mormon community and so she was an honorary Mormon, in a way, if not a practicing one.
At one time Kay had been rather plump and silly, but going to the East to college had turned her into a hard driving, severe, commanding, nervous woman.
She had black hair and a sense of humor and ripe breasts with pointed nipples. She had high cheekbones and a very loud and commanding way of speaking.
Her cunt was thick lipped and soft and covered with black hair, which she trimmed neatly and which would otherwise have grown partway down her legs.
She and Elinor eyed each other, each of them aware of the charms of the other. Clearly, they wanted to get it on and they stepped into the dining room to do it.
In the dining room of the lush apartment were all sorts of valuable artifacts. There was an old wooden chair that looked like a primitive throne and there was a long table that was highly polished and there were many other things.
On the table were all kinds of knick knacks, candle holders, ashtrays, little silver dishes, so many different tilings that all had a lot of value. On the floor was an Oriental rug that looked like it dated back to the Ming dynasty. The room was papered in lush colors, with expensive wallpaper and there was a chandelier that was silver and tiffany glass. It hung over the table.
Elinor and Kay were in the process of deciding which piece of furniture would do the best for their antics. Kay, from the West, was in awe of such wealth, but Elinor was not intimidated by antiques. Still, they did not use the table. Moving all those knick knacks would have taken them far too long.
"How about the throne?" Elinor said, running her fingers over the armrests. It was a nice, rough looking thing, something the Huns might have sat in.
"I don't think so," Kay said, "it looks a little too fragile to me. Maybe we ought to just do it right here on the floor."
"And spill our juices all over the Oriental rug?" Elinor sneered. "No, I think not. Perhaps we ought to try another room of the house, altogether."
Kay was determined that they would do it in the dining room, however and she spotted a piece of furniture that the two of them had overlooked.
"There's a sideboard," she said, "and it looks sturdy enough and I don't see any valuable knick knacks. How about that?"
Indeed, there was a sideboard and indeed there were no valuable knick knacks on it and indeed it looked sturdy enough to support the two of them.
"That looks just fine," Elinor said, "why don't you lie down on top of it, right this minute. I want to sit on your face, in the worst way."
Kay shivered, amused and excited. She wanted Elinor to sit on her face. She also wanted to eat Elinor's cunt. She was terribly excited by the idea.
The girls stripped, quickly, eager to get going. They were naked and their bodies were very nice to look at. They admired each other.
Kay stretched out on the side board. She lay along it, her long body covering the length of it. She was hot and excited and her cunt was dripping. "I want to eat out your little cunt, too," Kay said. "Sit on me so that you can lean down and reach between my legs. I want us to eat each other."
Elinor grunted, agreeing. She got up on the table and she spread her legs very wide, and with her head facing Kay's feet, lowered her cunt over her mouth.
Kay's tongue was already lapping out of her mouth, reaching for Elinor's cunt, for her engorged clit and her swollen lips. She was ready to eat her.
Elinor's cunt was hairless and Kay found that very exciting. She was terribly thrilled and she wanted to get her teeth deeply into Elinor's skin.
She licked the smooth skin of Elinor's outer lips and she flicked her tongue over the head of her clit. She buried her face in Elinor's cunt.
Elinor moved slowly up and down on top of Kay, concentrating on the feelings that welled up inside of herself as Kay's tongue darted in and out of her slit.
Excited, she leaned down, stretching her muscles and lowered her head to Kay's cunt, which was funky smelling and wet and warm.
Kay's clit was engorged and it was throbbing and Elinor flicked out her tongue at the tip of it. She teased Kay's clit, taking the end of it in her mouth and moving the tip of her tongue back and forth over it.
She slid her hands around Kay's buttocks and held on very tightly and the two of them were locked together, on top of the side board, eating each other out.
Their two, long, well bred bodies were white and thin, and head to foot, they lay on the side board, moaning and grunting and gobbling.
It was a very exciting sight and anyone who stepped into the room would have to concede that they made a very lovely couple, really.
Back in the living room, Dottie, Norine, Mary, Betty, Tina and Lisa were still left out in the cold and they were highly annoyed about it.
Tina and Lisa, in particular, were rather perturbed, seeing as how it was Tina's apartment and Lisa's party. The two of them were just a little annoyed.
Lisa turned to Tina and she said, "Come on into the bathroom with me, Tina and the two of us can try and compensate each other. This really is hardly fair."
Tina agreed. The two of them escaped into the bathroom, leaving behind Dottie, Norine, Betty and Mary. The four girls stared at each other and sighed.
In the bedroom, Polly, Libby and Prue were getting their money's worth out of Bob, who was nearly sick with exhaustion. Still, he had never had it quite so good.
Libby really could suck his cock. She really seemed to want to and she really did it with enthusiasm and with a great deal of skill.
Her lips were thick and rubbery and they were perpetually wet and they were all over his cock, up and down the length of it, all over it.
Libby made this very exciting noises in her throat as she ran her lips and her tongue and her teeth up and down the length of Bob's cock.
"Mmmm," she said, the noise coming from very low in her throat. Bob thought that it was very exciting. He would have liked to take her home with him.
She held his cock against his stomach and licked the underside of it. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, tasting it.
Juices bubbled slick and hot from the very tip of his cock and she licked at them and smeared them down the length of his cock with her tongue and her fingers.
She kept one hand forever at his balls and rubbed the sac that contained them. She rubbed it softly and then roughly and she squeezed each of his balls.
His balls were so full of semen, so hard and hot, that they ached and every time that she touched his balls, he let out a little yelp of excitement and of pain.
She was into pain, as well as pleasure. She bit into his balls and sunk her teeth lightly into the tip of his cock. He recoiled, with pleasure.
"Oh," he said. "Oh, yes. Oh, that's good. Oh, yes, please, do that some more. Oh, that's very, very good. I like that a lot, I really do."
He really did like it, but in very little time no one could quite hear how much he liked it, because he had a cunt on top of his face in short order.
Polly lowered her cunt over his mouth and her clit was engorged and her lips were swollen. He almost gagged on her juices, at first.
She moved slowly up and down on top of his head and he slid his tongue into her slit and brushed his lips over her inner lips. She was hot.
He was hot, too, and he nibbled at her and tasted her juices, which were thick and hot and bitter tasting and also rather sweet, heavy, exciting juices.
Prue stood by the side of the bed, watching. She felt a little left out. Her nipples were burning and erect and she wanted to get in on the action, somehow.
She offered her tits to Bob. His head and his cock were occupied, but his hands, at least, were free and he could use his hands to stroke her breasts.
She took his hands and guided them to her breasts, which were full and luscious. He held her nipples in the thumbs and forefingers of his hands and squeezed the erected points of her nipples. Prue shouted out in delight and pleasure.
The four of them formed a pretty little tableau. They were very excited and they hardly knew what they were doing to each other.
In the kitchen, Biff and Helena were really going at it. Helena sat up on top of the dishwasher and Biff fucked her as hard as he possibly could.
Her legs were spread wide and she had to lean down because the counters were low and she was rather tall. Biff stood on a box, to reach her and he forced his cock into her.
It was like fucking the dishwasher, in a way, except that where the dishwasher might normally have been there was this exciting girl.
She really was exciting and she had one hell of a cunt. Biff was nearly out of his mind. The harder he pushed his big, hot and throbbing cock in and out of her, the more tightly she seemed to grip him, holding onto him as if she were a vise.
She really squeezed him. She held him inside of herself, so that it was almost hard for him to pull back so that he could plunge into her again.
He plunged and fucked her very hard. It felt good to have her cunt closing around his cock, hard and tight. He loved the feeling of the insides of her, soft and tight, closing around the sensitive skin of his cock and squeezing.
He could feel the air at his naked ass as he pushed it out into the middle of the room, to aim and then dive again into Helena.
Helena was having a pretty good time, herself. She moaned and she screamed and she played with her erect nipples. She called him her angel.
She played with his hair and she spread her legs as wide as she could. He was giving her deep, vaginal pleasure, of a quality she had hardly ever known before.
The things about it that was so exciting was that he really wanted her. He really wanted her very badly. She loved to think about how much he wanted her.
Knowing that he wanted her so much excited her even more, because she had had sex with indifferent men and nothing was as good as a man who really liked to fuck you.
Biff really, really wanted to fuck her and that was what he really did. Sweat broke out all over him and ran down his back, collecting in the crack of his ass.
He held onto her and really gave it to her as he never had before in his life. Wow, he thought, if New York is like this all the time, no wonder so many people live here.
In the bathroom, two other proud New Yorkers were having a very good time. Tina and Lisa were administering each other douches.
It was Lisa's idea. She saw the douche bag hanging on the back of the door and she knew that it would be fun for them to douche each other.
Lisa always liked the feeling of warm liquid spurting up into her. It was like having a man inside of herself, except that it was even better.
You could always get more liquid out of a douche bag than you could out of a man. That was clearly a fact. So she thought that they ought to douche each other.
Tina thought that that was a terrific idea. She was terribly excited and though she had wanted one of those wonderful men, she figured that she could settle for a douche.
Except she wanted hers up her ass. She was kind of embarrassed to tell Lisa, but Lisa finally got the information out of her, after some talking.
"No, go on and tell me what it is you want," she said. "Go on, Tina, you can tell me what it is you really want. I won't be shocked."
"Oh, I don't know," Tina said. "It's kind of embarrassing to ask for it. I don't really know if I can. Really. I just don't know."
"You can tell me," Lisa said, running her palms over the hard knobs of Tina's pointed and erect nipples. It was her job to elicit such reformation from people and she was good at it. She could always get a person to tell her what it was that she really wanted, after all. She knew she would succeed with Tina.
"Well ..." Tina said, "can I whisper it in your ear?" This was really just an excuse to get her tongue into Lisa's ear, but it worked. She told her what she wanted.
Lisa said, "Oh, wow, that's very exciting. Oh, that's very exciting, indeed. I'll be happy to do that for you. I'd love to really. It turns me on."
She got the bag off the hook on the wall and she made her preparations. There was a long nozzle and she held it in one hand and site had Tina bend over.
Tina dosed her eyes and gasped. She had always wanted an enema. Now she was going to get one. Her asshole quivered with excitement.
PART SEVEN
The four girls, Dottie, Betty, Mary and Norine were still without any kind of outlet for their sexual longings and the four of them were beginning to get upset.
They were very horny and they were rather annoyed that all the other girls had left them to fend for themselves. Not that they could not fend for themselves, but it was the principal of the thing that counted really.
And the principle of the thing was that the four of them were very excited and they wanted each other very badly. They really wanted to fuck.
They would have preferred men certainly, but since they couldn't find any men and since the only two available men were preoccupied, they had only each other.
For a little while they contemplated going to get some men. but none of them could think of any men to get, really. None of them knew of any men.
Not one of the four of them lived in Manhattan and though they had various New York boyfriends, it turned out, at the moment, that all of the boyfriends were out of town.
Some of the boyfriends, for that matter, were married and things like that and could not always be depended upon for a spur of the moment orgy.
That was what it was, they realized, a spur of the moment orgy. They agreed that if they had known it was going to turn out this way, they could have made plans to bring men.
However, they had not known and had not brought men and there they were in the living room, feeling left out of the action, when Mary saved the evening.
She got into Lisa's little bag of tricks. When the girls thought about it afterwards, they agreed that this was inevitable, but it would have had to be Mary who got things going.
Mary, the oldest of the group, was also the only one who was even slightly overweight and she was overweight only in the most charming fashion.
In fact, compared to the other girls, all of whom were extremely thin, it did not take much extra flesh for Mary to be considered heavy.
In fact, she was just luscious looking. She had the largest breasts of any girl present and she had a big, juicy ass and wide hips.
She was of Russian peasantry from way back and she was built sturdily and thickly like a Russian peasant. She was tall and big hipped and big breasted.
She looked like a woman who was built for sex and for taking care of tilings for other people and she might have been more on the ball if she were not a little slow.
While not exactly a dummy, Mary was no genius and she was really good only for eating whenever she could and for fucking. And she fucked a lot.
Mostly, she fucked when she was in Europe, because the European men liked thicker, more luscious women and every time they had a layover in some European city, especially in the German ones, Mary was always off fucking somebody.
She loved to fuck. She was a big, lusty girl and she was happy to fuck anyone who wanted to fuck her. She was very democratic about it.
Now, looking through the bag at all the implements and samples that Lisa had brought along, she decided that it would be fun to play games with her friends.
She went through Lisa's bag and she pulled out everything, red rubber balls and clit rings and labia rings, inflatable pouches and butt plugs, leather thongs and chains and whips and all kinds of restraints and panties and everything.
She threw the stuff around the room and she giggled. She thought that she would have liked to play with all the things with those two men.
However, those two men were both occupied and so she thought that she could play with the things with the other three women.
"Hey, everybody," she said, "I have a wonderful idea. Why don't the three of you tie me up and stuff some of those balls into my cunt and whip me and things?"
Dottie, Norine and Betty looked at each other and they suppressed a collective urge to laugh. However, when they thought about it, well ...
They were fingering the things that Mary had thrown out at them and they had the feeling that fooling around with Mary was at least better than nothing, better than not fooling around at all, better than going off into separate corners and masturbating.
And, really, there was so much of Mary to play with, so much of her there to be amused with. She was a big, zoftig woman and there was enough of her for everyone.
Well, they kind of got together in a little conference and Dottie, from Boston, led the discussion. "I don't think that it's such a bad idea, really," she said.
Betty, the simple country girl, giggled. "Heck," she said, "it shore beats being horny, that's all that I can say. It shore does."
Norine was a communist. Even now when it was pretty much out of fashion, she thought that being a communist was really the in thing, all the way.
"I think we all ought to share in this, communally," she said. She had a rather simplistic understanding of communism, but it was good enough to make her want to fuck.
She was very socialistic about fucking. She wanted to share her body with everybody and she thought that everybody had an obligation to share their bodies with her.
That was just the way she felt about it. Betty and Dottie sighed, a little, thinking about what an absurd communist she was, but they agreed with her, really.
They all agreed that they only thing to do in light of the fact that the two men present were apparently occupied was to tie up Mary, as she herself had suggested and stuff her cunt full of things and stuff her ass full of things and whip her and abuse her.
"Sure," Mary said. "I know that you'll enjoy every bit of it, you girls. You act like prudes, but in fact you really want it, don't you. Why don't the three of you just admit it? You really want to have a good time with me."
Mary was right. They really wanted to have a good time with her. They were excited and they were eager and they were happy and they were determined.
In particular, Dottie had her eye on the butt plug. She kind of wanted to stuff the butt plug up Mary's ass. She had had many occasions in the past to sort of want to do something along those lines to her friend, stuff something up her ass and a butt plug seemed as good as something as anything else, seeing as how it was designed just for those purposes. "Let's tie her up," she said.
Betty and Norine giggled. They grabbed some leather thongs off the floor and they got Mary in a chair and they were ready to roll.
Elinor and Kay were really really have the times of their lives. The two of them had long had desires for one another, but for the first time they had an excuse to act upon those desires. They were enjoying themselves, immensely.
Now, Elinor was on the bottom and Kay was on top of her, nibbling on her cunt and sliding one finger in and. out of her asshole. Elinor liked that.
She had a very sensitive asshole, from good breeding and when Kay had moved her fingers towards it, Elinor had yelled out, indicating that she wanted to be finger fucked, right up her very well bred ass. She wanted it very badly.
Kay didn't have any objection to that. Hell, out in Utah, people fucked all kinds of different ways. Mormons never did anything but fuck, for that matter, seeing as how they weren't allowed to smoke, or drink, or dance.
All they had ever done in Utah was fuck, and Kay thought, that was all that they were ever going to do and so she knew a lot about fucking.
Certainly, she did not feel herself to be above finger fucking her friend Elinor. She knew that Elinor really wanted it and she wanted what Elinor wanted.
She got her finger good and wet, sucking on it and then she ran it over and over the tight pink bud of Elinor's asshole Elinor had a lovely asshole.
Her asshole was proper and nice looking, just like all the rest of her and it was actually pink. Kay knew that all assholes really were brown.
However, Elinor had the distinction of having an asshole so pretty and pink that it looked like a puckered little design on a floral patterned bedspread.
It was a nice little asshole and Kay ran her finger over and over it and she could see it puckering and she could feel it quivering.
Fortunately, her fingernails were cut very short-she always kept her fingernails cut very short, just in case she had to finger fuck someone and she knew a lot of guys who liked to be finger fucked, though Elinor was in fact the first woman to whom she had ever done this-and she slid her index finger up Elinor's asshole.
Slowly, her finger went in and she could feel the muscles in Elinor's asshole tightening, as if to forced Kay's finger back out of her asshole.
Elinor's asshole knew that the finger really didn't belong there and the muscles within it twitched and contracted, trying to expel Kay's finger.
However, Kay pushed her finger further and further into Elinor, until she had it in all the way up to the middle knuckle. Elinor was drooling.
She had never been finger fucked before and she was really wild about it. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. She could hardly breathe.
The further Kay pushed her finger into her, the more her insides contracted and the muscles in her cunt responded favorably to the actions of the muscles in her asshole.
Everything contracted together, everything pulsated at the same time and it was all very intense and sharp and exciting. She wanted it very badly.
Kay moved her finger in and out of Elinor's asshole, in and out and in and out, carefully and gently and Elinor bobbed her hips up and down on top of Kay's finger.
She really was beside herself and her fists were clenched. She could hardly breathe. She uttered sharp little cries over and over again.
It was wonderful and hard, as Kay moved her finger in and out of her asshole. It was like having twin vibrators in her cunt and up her asshole.
Elinor had never really had it so good before. She simply never had. Vaguely, she thought that perhaps she was, at last, in love.
Biff was on his back on top of the dishwasher and Helena was on top of him. How they managed to get their bodies onto that tiny space, he did not know.
Helena had wanted to ride him and when he was on the verge of orgasm, she had insisted that he get on top of the dishwasher, lie down and let her mount him.
"I'm tired of men who only want to fuck me," she said and for a moment he thought that she meant she was tired of being treated as a sex object.
As it turned out, what she really meant was that she wanted to fuck men, all the time, rather than to have the men fuck her. She wanted to be on top.
If Helena wanted to be on top, Bob was not the one to stop her. She could have anything she liked, as far as he was concerned.
She had everything she liked. She liked Biffs cock and she certainly had that. She had it as she had never had anything before, tightly between her legs.
Biff wondered how come he had never fucked like this before. It was out of this world, it really was. It was absolute heaven. It was the end.
He sort of sat up and she sort of sat up, too, facing him and she had his cock inside of herself and she moved slowly up and down on top of him.
Biff thought about some tribe of people from Nepal about whom he had once heard, in which the woman is the dominant figure in the community and in the family.
In this tribe, the husbands had to sleep on the floor while the wives slept in bed and when the wives wanted sex, they ordered the men to jump up and satisfy them.
They fucked in an upright position, the man sitting and the woman always on top. That was just the way it was with Biff and Helena.
In this tribe, when the woman was sexually satisfied, the men was ordered off of her and had to return to the floor to sleep. That was the way it worked.
Biff thought that if he had to live with a woman like Helena, he wouldn't mind being her slave, just in that way. And if she wanted only to fuck the way that they were now fucking, well, it would be fine with him. They really were fucking like gangbusters.
It was one hell of a lay. He sat up and his legs dangled over the side of the dishwasher and she was in his lap, her face meeting his and he held her, so that she could rock, forward and back, on his stiff, excited cock.
She rocked and rocked, slowly and carefully and she had her cunt tightened around his cock. She got him really hot and ready to spurt and kept him there.
She held him just at the verge of orgasm, so that he was right at the point before the feeling of inevitability, when there is no preventing the orgasm.
He was right at that point, just at the verge of coming and she kept him there for what seemed to him like days, months, years.
She rocked and rocked and she carried him just to the edge and when he thought that he was about to come, she slowed down and eased off and he didn't come.
There he was, on the verge of it, for a very, very long time. It was terribly exciting for him. He had never had it in quite this way.
Polly was crouching on the bed on her hands and knees and Bob was ramming his cock into her as Prue fucked him up the ass with her fingers and Libby lay beneath him and ate his balls. Bob could hardly believe his luck.
He would never have imagined that there was enough of him to go around for three, but there seemed to be and he seemed to be able to satisfy all three of them at once.
Libby flailed away at her clit as she almost literally ate his balls, really biting into them and chewing on them as if they were meatballs in a spaghetti sauce.
Prue kept a finger planted firmly up her slit as she worked two fingers in and out of Bob's asshole and Bob screamed out loud, thrusting in and out of Polly as Prue thrust in and out of him. Polly drooled saliva all over the bed, grunting like a pig.
Lisa held the nozzle of the tube inside Tina's asshole and clapped her hands over the douche bag. The water exploded into Tina and she yelled out in excitement.
Filling and refilling the bag, they did it to themselves and to each other over and over again, until they were near orgasm and near exhaustion.
