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At Margo's party, I ignored every piece of advice Ida gave me.
I got so high at Margo's, I forgot what I was there for. This was supposed to a "professional" visit to the kind of a scene I might be doing, and later, arranging, in Los Angeles. I was very confident, in my life, I hadn't had to deal with much adversity, so I often went into new situations with, what seems to me now, an absurd sense of confidence. What could go wrong? or more like that Alfred E. Neuman character we all grew up with: "What, me worry?"
I got DP fucked at the party three times. I'm not sure it was six different men, one of them might have doubled back to do me again; all I know is that it was a lot. Nobody made me do anything, I just started fucking everything in sight, particularly when I kept getting those buzzes from the coke that was all over the place. I learned one thing at Margo's; I like coke, and I like the sex and the sex feelings I get when I'm high. I didn't think I could do a three-ring circus, you know, blow somebody or eat ass or pussy while getting DP'd. When I was high like I was at Margo's, it was easy, I was jacking guys off while I was doing all the rest of that crazy, crazy stuff. I didn't know if anything I was doing felt good to anyone else, people said it did, and so I kept going and left it at that.
Those guys that DP'd me didn't pull out like Roger and Woody, both of them, no, all of them all six? pounded my ass and my pussy so hard, building up to come. They knocked the wind out of me and filled up my holes till I overflowed
I wasn't acting the role of a whore that night, I was being one, but giving it away for nothing.
I was naked, on my stomach, prone, on the Persian carpet. I had been DP'd once, and fucked ad jizzed on and all that stuff, and I was catching my breath. My heart was pounding.
Usually, if I have a lot of sex, and by this time, about an hour into the party, I had already had more than I usually did for a whole weekend. I presented myself as a f******n-year-old girl, but I felt more like a f******n-year-old boy, with his stiffie that won't go down, and needing a place to jack it off, really fast. The sensation in my ass and my pussy usually got diffused after I fucked for a while; not a bad thing at all, just a different kind of feeling there. But with the coke and whatever else I was on, the diffuse feeling didn't happen. The sensation in my pussy was just like it was when the first man's big dick went in me that night.
It didn't hurt to keep on fucking, it really felt great, When I talk to other women about fucking, most women will talk about anything but the feeling of that cock in there, but it's a great feeling to me, and now I found I could get that sensation over and over.
Janet, my new friend, had her legs being held up in the air, as she was getting fucked. Her head was on the carpet. She had some jizz on her face, and I did too, and, while she was fucking, and puffing, we were kissing, making out like it was prom night, except on prom night, she would not have been kissing the spunk off my face. (I don't think!) The effect that this had on me was to make me want to do every man in the room, hard or soft, and most of the women, too.
The guy who was standing next to the guy who was doing Janet decided that doing little Brenda was a good idea.
I don't usually get all antsy about getting a dick in my mouth, but this night was different from all the other nights, That's what they said at the only Jewish thing I ever did, Passover at my friend Linda's house when I was eight or nine. 'Why is this night different from all other nights?" and hiding the matzoh, was all I knew about being Jewish. And millions of girls like me getting murdered by the Nazis, no matter what kind of Jew you were. That always scared the shit out of me, because it actually happened, not like Catholic hell. That was the other Jewish thing I got. Oh yeah, people wanted to kill us because we didn't worship Jesus. From talking to my Catholic friends growing up, I liked no hell if you happened to be Jewish, and sex was more fun, too, if you weren't going to the eternal fire for letting your boyfriend touch your boobs. All this was going through my head as I was doing the circles around his dick head with my tongue thing for this guy, who said his name was "Barry".
"Barry?" I thought that "Barry" was a nice Jewish name. I licked his fuzzy balls and moved my mouth along that line behind that went straight back to his ass.
I wanted "Barry" to give me a nice fuck, but, I think I was enjoying the sensations of giving "Barry" a blow job and a rim job just as much as he liked getting it, that was one of the reasons this night was different from all other nights!
Janet was Black, her skin the color of French roast coffee beans. She was at least a foot taller than me, thin and muscular, with tiny boobs and almost no hair on her pussy. She was a chatty lover, with a voice modulated and inflected that let me know she must have gone to some expensive schools or lived with really well-off parents.
She kissed me again and whispered to me, but loud enough so the man could hear:
"Oooooh God, Brenda, that man is fucking me so well. Oooooh, that is good...." Louder:' " Fuck me, daddy, Oh god, I'm tellin' the world about you. Harder! C'mon, pop put it in there. Oh, Brenda, this guy is a fucking wizard...OH SHIT! I'm gonna pop pretty soon, baby, you keep that shit up...." Listening to Janet was making me ready for more sex.
I got more intent about my BJ with Barry. I was loving the feel of his cock in my mouth. I took his dick out, put my tongue as far into his pee slit as it would go, and rubbed it all around my face. "You've got a sweet one, mister, you can pop any time you like."
Barry picked up on my need, and teased me, pleased me, rubbed his dick on my nipples, teasing me some more.
I remembered that I had brought Ida's dildo along with me in my backpack. I wondered how kinky Janet would get with another girl. I could see she had no hesitation getting into sex with men, gay and straight.
"Janet, do you eat pussy? Do you like your pussy done up that way?"
"Oh Sylvia, is that what is on your mind? Cool! I like men and women the same, but women eat pussy better, that's what I think... "Let's go into another room for a while. I know we should be out here at the party, but I really want to be with you"
.." I don't want to go to another room. I want to spread your legs open so everyone can see. Maybe something will come from that. I want to make it hotter for everybody."
The men that she had been playing with were now using up all the space on the love seat to "69" with each other. I'm pretty susceptible to seeing that and to want to put my face in the middle of it, but Janet pulled me in easily. When she lay naked on the carpet in front of me, I could not help but notice that Janet had the most prominent clitoris I had ever seen. Janet noticed and said: "Yes I'm large there. I don't like to mouth kiss so much, but you can kiss me there whenever you like...have you been with girls before?"
I thought about Rachel.
"I've been eating pussies since I was five, Janet. Please let me love you..."
I played with my own clit as I looked at hers. I put my face against her thighs just above her knees and started licking and kissing my way up her legs. Janet put her hands on the back of my head and gently pulled my face right into her pussy, that huge clitoris, and her vagina itself, so pink against everything else that was so dark. I am truly bisexual, I learned before this, and I can glide from being aroused by men to being in the same place with women very smoothly. What I'm saying is that I wanted to bury my face there with no more conversation.
"Do you think I'm too big?"Janet rubbed her clit a few inches from my face. She had the largest sticky-out clit I had ever seen, but I wasn't about to say anything about her body was made, since I thought I looked pretty strange, with my small body and big boobs.
"All the women in my family in Somalia have had their clitorises destroyed, Sylvia."
I got so high at Margo's, I forgot what I was there for. This was supposed to a "professional" visit to the kind of a scene I might be doing, and later, arranging, in Los Angeles. I was very confident, in my life, I hadn't had to deal with much adversity, so I often went into new situations with, what seems to me now, an absurd sense of confidence. What could go wrong? or more like that Alfred E. Neuman character we all grew up with: "What, me worry?"
I got DP fucked at the party three times. I'm not sure it was six different men, one of them might have doubled back to do me again; all I know is that it was a lot. Nobody made me do anything, I just started fucking everything in sight, particularly when I kept getting those buzzes from the coke that was all over the place. I learned one thing at Margo's; I like coke, and I like the sex and the sex feelings I get when I'm high. I didn't think I could do a three-ring circus, you know, blow somebody or eat ass or pussy while getting DP'd. When I was high like I was at Margo's, it was easy, I was jacking guys off while I was doing all the rest of that crazy, crazy stuff. I didn't know if anything I was doing felt good to anyone else, people said it did, and so I kept going and left it at that.
Those guys that DP'd me didn't pull out like Roger and Woody, both of them, no, all of them all six? pounded my ass and my pussy so hard, building up to come. They knocked the wind out of me and filled up my holes till I overflowed
I wasn't acting the role of a whore that night, I was being one, but giving it away for nothing.
I was naked, on my stomach, prone, on the Persian carpet. I had been DP'd once, and fucked ad jizzed on and all that stuff, and I was catching my breath. My heart was pounding.
Usually, if I have a lot of sex, and by this time, about an hour into the party, I had already had more than I usually did for a whole weekend. I presented myself as a f******n-year-old girl, but I felt more like a f******n-year-old boy, with his stiffie that won't go down, and needing a place to jack it off, really fast. The sensation in my ass and my pussy usually got diffused after I fucked for a while; not a bad thing at all, just a different kind of feeling there. But with the coke and whatever else I was on, the diffuse feeling didn't happen. The sensation in my pussy was just like it was when the first man's big dick went in me that night.
It didn't hurt to keep on fucking, it really felt great, When I talk to other women about fucking, most women will talk about anything but the feeling of that cock in there, but it's a great feeling to me, and now I found I could get that sensation over and over.
Janet, my new friend, had her legs being held up in the air, as she was getting fucked. Her head was on the carpet. She had some jizz on her face, and I did too, and, while she was fucking, and puffing, we were kissing, making out like it was prom night, except on prom night, she would not have been kissing the spunk off my face. (I don't think!) The effect that this had on me was to make me want to do every man in the room, hard or soft, and most of the women, too.
The guy who was standing next to the guy who was doing Janet decided that doing little Brenda was a good idea.
I don't usually get all antsy about getting a dick in my mouth, but this night was different from all the other nights, That's what they said at the only Jewish thing I ever did, Passover at my friend Linda's house when I was eight or nine. 'Why is this night different from all other nights?" and hiding the matzoh, was all I knew about being Jewish. And millions of girls like me getting murdered by the Nazis, no matter what kind of Jew you were. That always scared the shit out of me, because it actually happened, not like Catholic hell. That was the other Jewish thing I got. Oh yeah, people wanted to kill us because we didn't worship Jesus. From talking to my Catholic friends growing up, I liked no hell if you happened to be Jewish, and sex was more fun, too, if you weren't going to the eternal fire for letting your boyfriend touch your boobs. All this was going through my head as I was doing the circles around his dick head with my tongue thing for this guy, who said his name was "Barry".
"Barry?" I thought that "Barry" was a nice Jewish name. I licked his fuzzy balls and moved my mouth along that line behind that went straight back to his ass.
I wanted "Barry" to give me a nice fuck, but, I think I was enjoying the sensations of giving "Barry" a blow job and a rim job just as much as he liked getting it, that was one of the reasons this night was different from all other nights!
Janet was Black, her skin the color of French roast coffee beans. She was at least a foot taller than me, thin and muscular, with tiny boobs and almost no hair on her pussy. She was a chatty lover, with a voice modulated and inflected that let me know she must have gone to some expensive schools or lived with really well-off parents.
She kissed me again and whispered to me, but loud enough so the man could hear:
"Oooooh God, Brenda, that man is fucking me so well. Oooooh, that is good...." Louder:' " Fuck me, daddy, Oh god, I'm tellin' the world about you. Harder! C'mon, pop put it in there. Oh, Brenda, this guy is a fucking wizard...OH SHIT! I'm gonna pop pretty soon, baby, you keep that shit up...." Listening to Janet was making me ready for more sex.
I got more intent about my BJ with Barry. I was loving the feel of his cock in my mouth. I took his dick out, put my tongue as far into his pee slit as it would go, and rubbed it all around my face. "You've got a sweet one, mister, you can pop any time you like."
Barry picked up on my need, and teased me, pleased me, rubbed his dick on my nipples, teasing me some more.
I remembered that I had brought Ida's dildo along with me in my backpack. I wondered how kinky Janet would get with another girl. I could see she had no hesitation getting into sex with men, gay and straight.
"Janet, do you eat pussy? Do you like your pussy done up that way?"
"Oh Sylvia, is that what is on your mind? Cool! I like men and women the same, but women eat pussy better, that's what I think... "Let's go into another room for a while. I know we should be out here at the party, but I really want to be with you"
.." I don't want to go to another room. I want to spread your legs open so everyone can see. Maybe something will come from that. I want to make it hotter for everybody."
The men that she had been playing with were now using up all the space on the love seat to "69" with each other. I'm pretty susceptible to seeing that and to want to put my face in the middle of it, but Janet pulled me in easily. When she lay naked on the carpet in front of me, I could not help but notice that Janet had the most prominent clitoris I had ever seen. Janet noticed and said: "Yes I'm large there. I don't like to mouth kiss so much, but you can kiss me there whenever you like...have you been with girls before?"
I thought about Rachel.
"I've been eating pussies since I was five, Janet. Please let me love you..."
I played with my own clit as I looked at hers. I put my face against her thighs just above her knees and started licking and kissing my way up her legs. Janet put her hands on the back of my head and gently pulled my face right into her pussy, that huge clitoris, and her vagina itself, so pink against everything else that was so dark. I am truly bisexual, I learned before this, and I can glide from being aroused by men to being in the same place with women very smoothly. What I'm saying is that I wanted to bury my face there with no more conversation.
"Do you think I'm too big?"Janet rubbed her clit a few inches from my face. She had the largest sticky-out clit I had ever seen, but I wasn't about to say anything about her body was made, since I thought I looked pretty strange, with my small body and big boobs.
"All the women in my family in Somalia have had their clitorises destroyed, Sylvia."
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