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Party Time
by A. Geerling

At the time, although it was a dangerous thing to do,
I did it because I was really lonely, and because it
was fun. Afterwards I often felt more lonely than
before, or ended up hating myself, but I would get
over it in a few days and find myself thinking about
it, and then doing it again.

I first did it at my kid sister's birthday party. A
friend of hers was there, a girl I had never met, one
of her classmates. My sister was sixteen, so this girl
wasn’t much older, but she was really filled out in
the chest, so that the buttons on her shirt were
stretched. Her hair was jet black and waved around her
shoulders the way it does in shampoo commercials. She
had a pretty smile and a relaxed air about her. The
party was boring as I listened to them all squeal and
laugh and I ate my cake unobtrusively in the background;
I was going out later, but when I saw this girl, and
saw her see me, I thought about changing my plans.

We met in the kitchen: she helped me bring in the dirty
plates and glasses from the living room while the others
played with the new video game dance mat that my sister
got as a present. We made some idle chitchat, but far
more than any other interest between us was this sexual
tension that I had never felt with another girl before.
She brushed her chest against my arm as she reached for
a glass and I froze. She looked right in my face and
did it again, harder. I smiled ever so slightly and then
finished clearing the table. I went to the supply closet
by the pantry, a walk-in space, and yanked the light on.
She was right behind me, her hands encircling me and
cupping my breasts. I turned and pulled her lips to mine
and lost myself in a furious explosion of lust.

I popped some of her buttons opening her shirt. Her
undershirt came up and her bra unclasped at the front
and out popped two of the most beautiful breasts I have
ever seen. Round and supple with proud nipples, they filled
my hands and hungry mouth. She was panting and tearing at
my clothing, taking off my top and bra, fumbling at my
jeans. I felt my pussy wet and swollen, sweltering with
heat. With my jeans open her hand slid inside my underwear
and down to my slit. She rubbed my clit and I almost came
right away. I leaned back against the shelves as she went
to her knees and put her head between my legs. Her tongue
was experienced, her technique expert, lapping up my juices
and tantalizing my clit until I came with a groan and fell
down on my ass. She took off her own pants and put her cunt
on my face while she continued to lick and finger me. She
was shaved bare and her pussy was expectant and wide.
Without much thought I went to work on her, my first time
to go down on a woman. I was gratified to feel her stiffen
and respond with yelps of pleasure from between my thighs.
I licked and sucked, slid in my fingers one at a time until
half my hand was in her, slipping in her juices. She
shuddered in orgasm, once, twice, and the third time we
came together, sweating and gasping for breath. It was great.

We got dressed wordlessly, checking each other to see if we
could hide what had happened. I checked outside the closet
and the coast was clear. I went to the upstairs bathroom,
she to the downstairs one. I got her a sewing kit and she
fixed her shirt buttons really fast. She kissed me once and
then went back to the party.

I never learned her name and I never saw her again.

It didn’t happen again for almost six months. As a junior
in college, I was pretty busy and didn’t get out so much.
But a guy in my psychology class invited me to a party and
I went without too much expectation. The party was a
standard affair and the guy was a flake, so I was leaving
when I met this guy in the living room who didn’t even ask
me to dance or offer me a drink, but just caught my elbow
and pulled me over. He looked me right in the eye, deep and
intent. He wasn’t drinking at all and what I remember most
was just this animal intensity in his gaze. After a moment
he said, “I thought you were somebody else. I apologize.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “ I kinda liked it.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I liked the look of him, and somehow things just
came together in that moment. I tugged his arm in the
direction of the bathroom, which was right there and
miraculously empty at that moment. Without a pause he went
in with me and we shut and locked the door. I was kissing
him and he put his hands on me, gently, and then more
insistently as I sucked on his tongue and ground my hip
into his hardening crotch. He felt my hips and ass, then
he rolled up my tank top and pushed up my bra. My nipples
were painfully erect as he suckled at them. He scooped me
up in his arms and put my ass on the counter where he could
open my jeans and pull them down, panties and all.

Someone pounded on the door and he pounded back.
“Fuck off!” he said and then sank to his knees and sank
his tongue in my cunt. His licking and slurping were
enthusiastic, if not mind-blowing, but I was so lost in
the strangeness of the moment that I didn’t mind his
inexpertise. After only a minute or so he came up with
a thick hard-on jutting out of a mat of thick brown pubic hair.

“Stick it in me,” I said, and slid my ass right to the
edge of the counter. He set the tip of his dick between
my lips, slipping it around to get it lubed, and then he
was in me and I groaned as he filled my swollen pussy.
He thrust away, his balls slapped my ass, his lips on
mine and spilling all over my jaw. I felt a hollow space
inside me - my womb, I suppose - that longed to be filled,
like an itch inside me. His dick reached right in and almost
touched it, giving me a taste of pleasure, but inflaming me
more. I needed his cock in me, all at once; I needed him to
hit that spot, to fill me up. It was the first time I ever
felt that, and I shouted with surprise and need. I wrapped
my legs around him and pulled him into me so I could grind
that cock into me more and more and more. It got closer and
closer and my voice leaked out of me, a wailing series of
grunts that mixed with his panting and echoed in the white
bathroom. Someone was pounding on the door, angry voices
shouting. Then the tip of his cock grew bright hot inside
me; he hissed and twitched like mad in my grasp; and that
was all I needed to reach that space inside me. I came hard
and I raked my fingers across his back. I bucked and screeched
until we collapsed on the floor. My orgasm shivered around
inside me, aftershocks and quivers traveling up through me.
The longing from my womb subsided, replaced by a warm glow.
We lay there disengaged, panting on the floor, his semen
running out of my cunt and my juices shining on his dick.

The door opened. Somebody said, “Oh, yeah!” and the
sounds of the party spilled into the room and broke our
little bubble. I didn’t look up; I couldn’t. “Close
the fucking door!” he shouted. After a moment it shut.
I smiled at him and then put my mouth on his soiled penis.
Our mingled juices came off on my tongue. I had tasted a
guy’s come twice before and found it strange. I didn’t
hate it, it didn’t gross me out, but it didn’t exactly
taste good, either. Mixed with the bitter taste of my cunt
juice, though, it tasted fine indeed. I put one finger in
my pussy and brought it up to my mouth, heavy with come.
I licked it. There was something amazing about the whole thing.

His dick was clean, getting soft, and he was starting to look
anxious. I let him go and pulled my pants back on while he
straightened himself out. “Thanks,” he said. He went to the
door, waiting only to see that I got my shirt back on properly
before he opened it.

“No problem,” I said, and he left. I walked out of the
party and just walked around the neighborhood dazed, almost
drugged, just thinking and not thinking. I realized I should
be worried about disease, about my reputation, or something,
but I wasn’t. It was the first time a guy had ever come in
me; I was on the pill, but it was just something I got with
my friend one time, as an extra precaution, and I had never
thought about it. But I really like the feeling, walking
after with the slickness inside me, slowly running out. I
walked home and went into the bathroom. My panties were
soaked with come and my pussy was still swollen with
excitement. I masturbated in the bath and licked the come
off my fingers, the radio playing to cover my moans from
my roommate.

Now, there were a few times after this when I went to a
party and ended up having sex with somebody there, but I
didn’t start going to parties with the express intention
of getting laid until after college and I was working at
a publishing company in the city. I had a few relationships
with guys, but none seemed to last very long. One of my
boyfriends, a guy I let move in with me for a while, who I
even thought about marrying, told me when he left that
there was nothing there for him to relate to. He said I
was empty inside. I didn’t believe him, because I am here
and he was just blind to it. But I did feel like I was kind
of apart from everyone else, just a little sideways from
the reality that everyone was so engaged in. I was really
lonely.

I went to a party in town at the convention center of a
big hotel, a promotion by my company. It was fancy dress
with lots of wine and a band, but none of the people I knew
were going and I was all alone. I decided I would just go
and get drunk and get laid. I dressed in a hot red one-piece
with black stockings and high heels, which I normally loathe.
I took one look at myself in the mirror before I went in and
I thought, “slut.” I picked my way in, got a drink and
tried to look interesting, but nothing happened. There were
some attractive men there, but they were all taken or else
unapproachable.

But I didn’t give up, I just started making a circuit of
the ballroom and listening to people’s conversations. I
figured that, like those other times, it would just happen;
it didn’t matter with whom. And I met this guy, an author,
a big barrel of a man with glasses and a great black beard.
He talked to me for a while and was much nicer than he needed
to be. I didn’t feel any chemistry between us until he took
out a handkerchief and wiped at some crumbs that had gotten
on my face. He touched me, and smiled; and I smiled at him,
and it was there all of a sudden. I wanted him to fuck me,
and then he wanted to fuck me. Before either of us could get
uncomfortable about it, I said, “Come with me for a minute.”

Slight pause: “Okay, sure.”

There are a lot of places to fuck in these big hotels if
you poke around some, and we found a darkened room with
stacks of chairs and folded up tables. He pushed me in,
then pulled me close and we kissed. His beard was warm
and I liked the way it nestled our lips. I told him and
he laughed. “You like that? Well, come on then.” His
hands were large and thick; they cupped my tits and ass
in great massaging handfuls. I slid my hands over his
back and shoulders, over his chest and belly and down
to his trousers. I unbuckled his belt and let down his
pants to rub his cock through his silk boxers. It stiffened
gradually and came out to be stout and hard: not so long,
but thick.

I sank to my knees and pulled out his penis. I kissed around
the head and up and down the shaft, licking and getting it
juicy. When I put it in my mouth he groaned with almost a
purr, something I’ve never heard anyone else do quite like
that. Because he wasn’t so long I could get most of him in
my mouth without gagging, and I really worked him over with
long sucking strokes and short bobbing. He started hunching
a little, trying to fuck my face, and I was getting very wet.
I took my mouth off and said, “Let’s try the main course.”

He pulled up my dress and pulled down my underwear to reveal
my garter-framed pussy, ready to go. I was actually a little
taller than he which made it very easy for him to access me
while standing. He pushed me back against the wall, held up
my left leg and entered me. He grunted and thrust, and after
we got a rhythm going we fit together very nicely. Endurance
he had, and I came twice, small ones close together, with a
third on the way when he said, “I’m getting close.”

“Come inside me, just don’t stop!” I managed.

“You sure?”

“Yes, do it!” The man flattened me against the wall with
a sudden furious barrage of thrusts, grunting and cursing,
sweat pouring off him as his warmth blossomed in me. I felt
the heat of it and the surge shoot up against my cervix and
that pushed me over the edge. I shouted out, then bit it off
and jerked and squeezed at his cock. His breath hissed in his
mouth as he finished with a series of short, stiff thrusts as
he came down from his orgasm. He held onto me panting, his face
in my bosom. My climax faded slowly and left me feeling like my
legs were loose springs. After a long moment he pulled out and
wiped himself off with his handkerchief. He found his clothes
and put them on. I took a gob of his sperm from my pussy with
my middle finger and put it in my mouth. It melted there
leaving a slight metallic aftertaste. I put my underwear back on.

“Thanks for making it an interesting party,” he said.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

“Me, too.” He went back to the party, leaving me there. I
stood in the room for a few minutes, and then I cried a little
and went home. I don’t know why I cried; not because of him,
but maybe the sex just opened up some doors and let some stuff
come out.

Now it sounds like this was some kind of therapy for me, and
maybe it was, but it didn’t always go so well. Sometimes it
was awful, or even scary. I kept telling myself to stop it,
to be careful; I thought I was being careful at the time, but
I can see now how stupid I was. I went to parties at least
once a week, and usually I found someone for a quick fuck,
and I never once used protection beyond the pill. I did it
with a lot of guys and a few girls. One guy tried to make
me fuck his dog. After so much it is truly a miracle that
I didn’t catch anything worse than a case of crabs (which
itch like hell, let me tell you). I never learned the names
of eighty percent of these people, and I never gave my real
name (and I’m not going to start now). When it was good,
like with the first few, it was mind-blowing, intense and
even beautiful, something about how we came together out
of chance and luck into a perfect experience.

One time I went to a party at some rich guy’s house, a real
mansion out of town, like a movie set or something. There
was nice music and good food, and everyone was nice; I thought
I could find someone good this time. As usual I drifted slowly
around, listening, testing the waters, checking to see if
anyone was going to draw me in. It happened that there was
someone that I knew at the party, one of my bosses. That
was the one thing that scared me: the possibility that
someone would find out about what I was doing. And though
I hadn’t done anything up to that point, I saw him from
across the room and my heart leapt into my throat. I
ducked out of sight and then spied to see if he had
noticed me. It appeared that I was in luck. He chatted
and laughed and quaffed his wine. I never liked him,
and now I was pissed off that he had ruined everything.
Stalking through the house I thought about leaving, but
then suddenly I saw him coming towards me down the hall.
He was talking with some woman, laughing and holding her
arm suggestively, and he hadn’t seen me yet, so I ducked
into a room and closed the door behind me. The room was a
guest bedroom and it was occupied. A woman in a black dress
was on the bed on all fours.  A man was mounting her and
holding her breasts from behind. The man looked up briefly
upon my entrance, but he didn’t stop their congress.

“Someone’s come to watch,” he told her.

“Tell them we’re busy,” she said through her pleasure.

“Maybe they want to join us. Well, do you?” He stared at
me intently, a wry smile beneath his thin moustache. I
didn’t answer but I went over to the bed and sat beside
them. The woman was very beautiful with long blonde hair
tastefully done and expertly applied make-up. Her eyes
were closed; she tilted and rotated hips gently to meet
her man’s thrusts, hissing and moaning softly. Her dress
came up the front, and looped up around her neck, leaving
her back bare; he had pulled her large breasts out the
sides and they swayed with each stroke. He pinched and
twisted her nipples with alternate tenderness and ferocity.

“Do they?” she gasped. I brushed the side of her face
with one hand and took over one of her tits with the other,
cupping it firmly. “So they do. What do they look like?”

“It’s a girl.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Not bad. You’ll like her, my sweet.” He nodded to me,
indicating that it was time to get in or get out. I leaned
over and kissed her on the lips. Her moans echoed in my
mouth as our tongues entwined together. He reached over
and unzipped my dress and I slid out of it and down under
her to suck on her tits. With my dress off I was naked
except for my garters and stockings and panties. I licked
and sucked her nipples one at a time for a few minutes;
when I nibbled and bit and she yelped. She started going
wild and he matched his pace to hers as she climaxed.  She
collapsed next to me as she recovered, leaving me with his
erect dick, sticky from her pussy. It was a fine thing so
I rolled over and took it in my mouth, beginning with long
strokes to the back of my throat. She undid her own dress
and got naked, and then started feeling my legs and ass;
she peeled off my thong, which I always wore over my
stockings for easy access. She rubbed my tummy, my ass,
between my cheeks and through my bush. Her fingers played
over my pussy lips, spreading them open and testing inside.
Her tongue began on my asshole, her fingers on my clit:
short and exciting movements that inflamed me. I forgot
about everything else. I had a small orgasm when she
stuck her finger in my virgin ass.

“Oh, she’s a tender one down here,” commented the woman,
“let me loosen her up for you.”

We switched to a sixty-nine position with me on top. She
licked at my cunt while working my ass with two and then
three fingers. It felt so weird and good that I kept having
these little pop orgasms, small rushes of ecstacy that went
through me like firecrackers. While she did this, he was
fucking my face and her pussy, alternating between the two
with every few strokes. He stopped in my mouth for a while
and grabbed my nipples. He gave me a cruel pinch that came
just when another shiver of ecstacy hit, making me groan
and gurgle around the dick in my mouth.

“How’s she doing back there?”

“Oh, she’s ready for a ride. Aren’t you, dear?” She gave
my clit a lick. I nodded with a dick-muffled moan. He pulled
out of my throat and went around behind me.

“Is this your first time to take the back door?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“See, darling,” she gloated, “I told you it was going
to be a good party.”

He put his cock in my pussy, wet and swollen and pumped it
two or three times; I cried out and fell on her. When I
regained my position, he pulled out, freshly lubed and
then fixed himself at my asshole. He pushed in slowly but
inexorably, leaving me gasping. Sweat broke out all over
my body as inch after inch of him penetrated my passage.
It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was intense beyond anything
else. After what felt like an hour, he was in me to the hilt.
My anus was so sensitive that I could feel every little
movement, every pulse of blood in his cock.

Somebody opened the door to the room at that moment; I
heard a woman’s voice gasp, and then a quickly mumbled
apology. The door closed again after a minute of unknown
people staring at us. My sweaty hair was in my face; no
one could have recognized me; I wouldn’t have cared if
they had, at that point. I was too intent on what was
to come.

“Suck my cunt,” the woman commanded beneath me. I put
my head down at once and obeyed. Her tongue went to work
on my clit again and she dipped her fingers in my hole
with one hand and caressed her lover’s balls with the
other. He just waited, enjoying the contractions of my
butt for a moment, and then he began to move.

My voice came out of its own volition, at first in
cries and moans, and then in grunts and hisses. My
first orgasm took a long time, because the sensation
of it was so different from any other fucking I’d done,
but it was deep and intense, a rumbler that shook
through me for a long time. After that they came more
quickly, two, then five, then eight. I don’t know how
long it went on, but it was a long time. I licked more
pussy that night than I had all the rest of my life put
together. Every time I would stop he would say,
“Lick that cunt!” My tongue was sore and stiff, but
he would smack my ass and twist my nipples every time
I hesitated. She came a couple of times, but I couldn’t
pay much attention to it from the pounding I received.
It felt so good, and yet awful at the same time.

At last he said, “I’m going to do it.”

“Do it,” she hissed, coming herself, “come inside her!”

I didn’t feel anything at all when he did, just his
frantic pumping along with high-pitched yelping and
whines. And then he was finished and pulled out. She
crawled out from under me and sucked him clean. I lay
there exhausted for a long minute, certain that a
million years had gone by. I felt her lips clench
around my butt and her tongue squirm into me. I was
so loose back there that she had no trouble. After
a minute of this she came up to my face and pressed
her mouth against mine: she spit a warm trail of come
sucked from my ass into my mouth and waited until I
swallowed it. She went back to sucking her lover then.
I lay on my back listening to her slurping and then
decided to get out of there. When I got up and
struggled with my dress, he was kind enough to zip
it up for me, but beyond that he paid me no mind.
I noticed that the woman’s eyes were still closed.
Perhaps she was blind. I left and went to the bathroom
right away. I passed some incredible gas, a buttload
of sperm and a little shit. When I left the party it
wasn’t as late as I had feared. The whole thing had
been about three hours.

After that I really hated myself. My butt hurt for
days and every time I looked in the mirror I felt
like crying. What was wrong with me that I kept
looking for such people? Why couldn’t I connect
with other people beyond these assignations? It
wasn’t getting fucked up the ass or felched, but
it was just the empty, dirtiness of it. Those people
didn’t care about me at all. I was a dirty, ugly,
empty shell. I even thought about killing myself,
for all the good that would do. I swore it off for
a long time after that; I didn’t trust myself to
go to a bar or out anywhere, because I knew I
would just hook up with the first person who
looked at me. But of course I did do it again.

A guy in the back of a restaurant, this business
man on his lunch break came in me and gave me his
card. I threw it away without looking at it. I
went down on a guy at the park and there was
this girl at a dance club whose ass just called
to me from across the room. I licked it out the
way the woman at the mansion had done to me, and
I smiled when she came on my tongue. That was why
it was fun: I liked to give pleasure to these
strangers. I felt like I could see through them
to their deepest hearts in those moments, make
a real connection, however short it lasted. And
once I started again I didn’t stop until the
last time.

The Last Time. Well. It was a party for the friend
of a woman in my office that I was casually invited
to along with a few other people. I went to it,
promising myself that I would just go and say hello
for an hour and then go find a fuck somewhere else.
My one rule was never to do it where someone I know
could find out. But when I got there, my co-worker
was just leaving: there was a ton of other people
there, all young, well-to-do types being intellectual,
or pretending to. No one noticed me, certainly not
my co-worker who left with her boyfriend before I
could even say hi to her. I laughed to myself and
settled on the couch with a glass of wine and some
chips. There were a few people who said hi, and I
tried to be friendly, but as usual it never went
anywhere. When I got up for a refill, I met this
guy named Joel. Clean-cut, average build,
racquet ball every Thursday Joel with a smile and
an engagement ring.

“Hi,” he said, getting some chips himself.
“Do I know you?”

	“I’m the friend of a friend, but she left
and I don’t know anyone here.”

“Geez, that’s kind of awkward. Well, hey, I’m Joel.
Now you know someone.” He brushed some crumbs off his
fingers and shook my hand.

“Are you here with your fiance?” I asked.

“What? Oh, the ring, no. She’s visiting her family
in Vancouver, so I’m on my own.”

Our conversation went in fits and starts, but it was
pleasant enough. He introduced me to his friends
there, a circle of gentlemen in the corner discussing
an obscure comparison between politics and sports.
After I slunk quietly away from them, Joel found me
again and made small talk. I swore to myself that I
would keep my promise, but as I did I knew I was
going to break it. I was going to fuck Joel, suck
his cock and drink the semen from his body. His
sperm was going to be in my belly tonight through
one hole or another.

Once I made that decision things went easier. I felt
how attracted he was to me, how he went out of his
way to brush my arm, or to pick at some lint on my
shoulder. I took a chip and when I reached for some
dip I brushed my tit against his arm. He looked at
me, trying to interpret the movement, so I let a
smile tease my lips.

“Are you teasing me?”

“I would never do that.”

“You know, you still haven’t told me your name.”

“And what does it matter?”

“Not much, I guess. Are you... working?”

“Oh, no. Just looking for some fun.”

“Fun? I could use some fun myself. What do you
want to do?”

I gave a quick glance towards the back of the
apartment where there were no people. It was
an ideal place for a quick fuck. For all that
he was a nice guy, Joel looked like he was the
type to pop in a hurry.

He considered it, looking me over with a new kind of
estimation and plain desire on his face. He smiled
as he took my arm and led me back to the side bedroom,
well away from the main traffic of the party. Once
inside he closed the door. I gave him a kiss on the
lips that he returned after a moment and grew deeper
and impassioned. Holding him close I let my hands
explore his back and shoulders, his chest. I moved
his hands to my breasts, and he felt them gingerly,
as if still considering if he really wanted to do
this. Then he got into it and began to touch me all
over. We lay back on the bed and he began to open my
blouse one button at a time. My bra he unhooked with
one hand and my tits he nuzzled and licked. I let
myself relax under his touch. This was going to be
a nice one, I thought; even if he did come fast,
it would be a good one. I would be the receptacle
for his premarital oats, so to speak.

His hand moved under my skirt, along my thighs to
the crotch of my moist panties. With one gentle
finger he made me sigh as he traced the folds of
my slit front to back. I felt his cock through
his jeans, felt it grow hard and full at my touch.
I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, releasing
his penis to my eager hands. My panties came off
in his hand. My skirt lifted, he went down on my
cunt, exploring, making a full circuit with his
tongue and tasting my juices. Then he gently undid
both of my stockings and slid them off my legs. He
licked down my thighs, behind my knees and down to
my toes.

“Beautiful,” he said. “This is going to be sweet.
Do you know how long it’s been since I had another
woman? Two years. I had forgotten how nice it can be.”
He nuzzled at my cunt some more, earning some sighs
and squirms with his insistent tonguing. Then he said,
“Hey, I have an idea. Try this.” And he held my
stocking up to my face, smiling reassuringly, and
blindfolded me with it. He was gentle, yet firm.
“Have you ever tried this before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, trust me.  It’s something else. Don’t
worry, I won’t hurt you.” He held my arms up to
the slatted head board and tied my wrists there
with the other stocking. I tried to move my arms,
but they were securely bound. I was both worried
and excited. Immediately I felt his hands on my
tits, tugging and rolling my nipples. His breath
on my belly moved down back to my pussy. His tongue
returned to work on me and with my eyes blindfolded
and my hands bound it was a new kind of feeling,
much sharper and more precise than usual. Startled,
I moaned. His tongue worked my clit, over and around
at a steady pace that he matched with his fingers.
My initial panic began to fade as it felt better
and better; before five minutes had passed, I was
on my way, straining at the head board and grunting
with pleasure. Like a swarm of bees in me, I came
in a fluttering gale, grinding his face with my hips
and gasping so hard I thought I would hyperventilate.
I lay there, not noticing when his hands vanished
for a long moment. When he came back, I heard him
take off his pants and climb on the bed between
my legs. His stiffness poked at me sharply and
then found the right place and slid in up to the
hilt in one smooth glide.

“Joel?” I said.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Come inside me. It’s okay, so please do it for
me. Okay?”

“Okay, baby, if that’s what you want.” Then he
started to pump. His dick was a healthy average,
a nice fit that seemed to go straight to my cervix.
I felt that hollow space awakening in me, the hunger
of my womb. Joel took long strokes, almost pulling
out at the end and then slamming back in to his
balls. He went on and on, until I had a small climax,
and then he stiffened and grabbed me around the waist
and shivered as he came inside me. I felt his warm
come rush against my cervix and I sighed with a
strange kind of relief. This was what I wanted.

“I’ll suck you clean,” I said after a contented
moment. He pulled out, stood on the bed and put his
cock to my lips. I sucked and licked him until all
our spendings were gone. Then he stepped off the
bed for a second.

“Wait a minute, baby,” he said, “I want to go
again.” He came back up on the bed and stuck his
dick in me again. He seemed really excited this
time and he lost no time with a jack-hammer attack
that went on full force for several minutes. I came
and then he was pumping me full with a second load.
When he finished, he stood right up and put his dick
to my lips. I was cleaning him off a second time when
suddenly another pair of hands took hold of my legs.
Someone else was there; they got in position and
entered me and I knew what had happened.

I started to struggle, but my hands were tightly
bound. Joel’s voice whispered in my ear. “You
wanted to have fun, so let’s have fun. Don’t
make a fuss and you won’t get hurt.” I stopped
struggling; I thought of biting the dick in my
mouth, but I knew it wouldn’t make any difference.
A part of me was shrieking inside, and another was
trembling with excitement. In a way, I thought, this
was what I was looking for, wasn’t it? Just a pure
experience, uncomplicated by judgement or morality.
I could just have fun. So I did my best to enjoy it.
I couldn’t see any faces, and no one else spoke
except for some grunts and the typical moans of
guys coming. I didn’t try to count, but I met
each one and tried to make it last. And as the
fourth guy was finishing in me I started to feel
it again. I squeezed at their cocks, trying to
massage and milk them; I used my hips and legs
to compliment their movements. They each spurted
in my cunt and then came up to get licked off while
the next guy took his turn. Each cock was really
different, curved in different ways with different
bumps and ridges. Some ground against my g-spot,
others went to my cervix and womb. I came over and
over. Sweat drenched me, and semen did, too. The
sheets and mattress were soaked, my ass and thighs
were caked, and my mouth and chin were drizzled
with it. I think some guys went more than once,
because there were so many of them, it seemed,
way more than had been at the party. I wondered
if there was a line out the door, if someone had
put up a sign and was pulling in guys off the street.
I had heard of women taking like two hundred guys in
a row and had images of being tied to this bed for days.

And after awhile, I stopped coming, because I was
too tired and my pussy was going numb. There was
so much come that it coated everything and reduced
the friction so I couldn’t feel much. Guys started
going straight to my mouth, and another guy put it
in my ass, but even that didn’t get me going any more.
I just waited for it to be over. With my eyes blindfolded
my sense of time was distorted. Who knows how long it was.

The guy in my ass finished and then hands untied the
blindfold. The lights were on and I had to squint and
blink before I could see anything. Joel was the guy
in my butt. The room was full of men and standing
around and staring at me. I didn’t look at their faces.
Joel pulled his dick out and it was smeared with mucous
and semen. He stood and put it in my mouth and I sucked
it clean. Someone handed him a towel. He used it to wipe
off my chin and then dropped it on my lap. He untied my
hands.

“Did you have fun?”

I nodded very slightly.

“Good. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”

My body wouldn’t move properly or fast. I fumbled with
the towel and slid to the side of the bed. I slid on my
stockings and managed to clip them on. My panties were
thrust in my face and I got them on. Very slowly I
adjusted my bra and closed my blouse. The front of my
skirt was drenched with semen. I reeked of it. I stood
and somehow managed to keep my balance. All the men
watched this process wordlessly. Looking in the mirror,
I looked awful; I didn’t recognize myself at all. I
didn’t have a bag or a purse ? I never carried them
on my excursions ? so I just shuffled to the hall.

More men stood outside. They made way for me until I
made it to the kitchen and living room where all the
women were waiting. The anger in the room was palpable.
They stared at me with malice and rage. As I shuffled
past them, they started shouting taunts: “Whore!”
“Cunt!” “Bitch!” Someone slapped me. Another threw
her drink in my face. The alcohol stung my eyes, but I
didn’t stop. I could see the door in front of me and
I just focused on it and let everything pass over me.
I am empty, I said to myself. I am a shadow; I’m not real.

I made it outside. No one followed me. I walked slowly
to where I parked my car and fished the key out of its
pocket in my shoe. When I made it home I went straight
to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, clothes
and all. I didn’t cry, but when I got out I threw
my soiled clothes away. I brushed my teeth three
times and gargled over and over, and then I went to
bed. I woke up at five after smothering dreams. By
seven, though, I was ready for work; it was actually
a good day, because I didn’t think or feel anything,
so none of the usual annoyances touched me. No one
whispered behind my back or cast me sideways glances;
no one knew. I was safe.

I got an AIDS test and came out negative. There were
no signs of other diseases, either. A miracle. Just
to check I went to another clinic and tested again
with the same result. I did cry then, because I had
been certain that I was dead. All this time, with all
those people, and no protection at all, and I had nothing.
It didn’t seem fair. And it was a fucking miracle. I went
about my daily life, but at night, I stayed home. Or I
went to a movie. I read three books. I even got a library
card, my first one since I was seventeen. This time I
didn’t hate myself. I didn’t need to promise not to do
it again, because there was no way that I ever would. I
could stay celibate the rest of my life, and be happy.

I found out I was pregnant about a month and a half
after the Last Time. I just laughed at that one. The
pill is not, after all, one hundred percent effective.
And I found that I was really happy. Here I had been
empty all this time, and now I was full. My family was
angry when I wouldn’t tell them who the father was;
I just told them that he and I had agreed that it
would be our secret.

My son was born last year. He has a serious face and deep
brown eyes. I sometimes wonder which of those men gave him
to me. I would thank them and shake their hand if I knew.
Through him I feel that I can finally begin to understand
myself and connect to other people through more than just
sex. Watching him see things for the first, I get to
rediscover the world again, too. It’s easy to forget just
how much there is to be thankful for.

The End


