Megan admitted to being perpetually horny, even using the term 'nymphomaniac' to describe herself, and this for a woman of sixty-two. I had that to look forward to in four years. She said that before the Club, she felt pent up and repressed, but now she felt like someone had opened her up and given her freedom.
I asked her how often she went on dates, and she surprised me by explaining that she did 'something' with 'somebody' about four or five times a week, but it was rarely the same 'somebody' day after day. She said, "I have a long and growing list of guys that I like to do booty calls with, or vice versa. Just so you're not surprised, Bill is one of them. We please each other sometimes with a noontime drop in and fuck, or a night of lovemaking. I love sex. Did I say that already?" Megan laughed.
I explained that I'd taken the initiative to get things going with Bill, and asked if that was acceptable. Megan laughed and explained it was more than acceptable; it was the preferred method of starting the ball rolling. "The men in our Club are all real gentlemen; they don't want to impose on the women. Thus, they hold back a little too much in my opinion; they wait for signals or words from us that we want to get started. Oh, left long enough they'll try something, but I don't have the patience. When I want to get laid, I want a cock in my pussy 'right now!'"
"Do you use dirty talk?"
"All the time. All men love it. All of them. It drives them crazy, and they love me for it."
"So you have a wide vocabulary of ... sexual terms or expressions."
"I studied the subject," Megan laughed. "Seriously, when I find a passage in a book or online story, I memorize the dirty talk and then try to use it with my next few men friends. Dirty talk intensifies anything we're doing to each other. Try it."
I asked Megan about her pubic hair, repeating what my daughter had mentioned about the trend to completely bare pussies. Megan laughed, "I have a little landing strip I maintain. I got a lot of my nether region lasered, so the hair won't come back any time soon, if at all. I know some of the other girls are bare, some are as bushy as a beaver pelt, and there's all manner of trim jobs in between. A few women have tattoos with inviting symbols or things on them to entice their partners."
I blushed but asked the next question, prepared for just about anything. "Megan, how did you know how some of the other women keep their pubic hair?"
Now, Megan blushed. She looked at me to see whether I might not want to hear the answer, but I did. I guess my face showed it. She said, "Because I've made love with some of them."
After a long silence between us, I whispered, "Would you show me how? I mean we like each other ... and we're really good friends ... but if you don't want to I'll understand ... it's just that I've never even thought about doing ..."
My words were cut off when Megan turned and kissed me and drove her tongue toward my tonsils. I kissed back with equal fervor.
We skipped lunch and made love. Megan was one of the few people in the world to whom I could say 'I love you' to and really mean it. She loved me too, and that afternoon for a couple of hours she proved it -- and I did too. We moved our relationship to a new level, and I learned one helluvah lot about making love with another woman. Megan was a superb teacher -- a 'show by doing' kind of instructor.
Around our sixth or seventh timeout to enjoy our after glows, I lay back against my headboard cradling Megan's hot passionate nude body against me. Megan had made me feel really good only a minute earlier by saying, "Hey, I'm putting you at the top of my booty call list. You may not have ever done any of this stuff before, but you are a natural. I can't recall having so many orgasms in so short a period of time."
I had been trying, and so had Megan. We were pretty even at around a dozen each. I mentally shook my head in disbelief at my behavior. Good grief, I'm a fifty-eight year old woman who had just fucked her brains out in a one-night stand, and then within the same twenty-four hour period I'd learned how to fuck a woman and bring her to a billion stupendous orgasms. I also learned I liked to eat pussy -- at least Megan's, and I loved to saw my fingers into a woman's cunt. There were a whole lot of little things I learned or remembered about sex too. Oh, I didn't want to stop any of this. I wanted in the Club.
I did all that and as I lay there holding Megan our after glows, I realized I was still horny and wanted to get fucked again, this time by a guy.
The opportunity to get laid again came sooner than I thought. Megan, who had spent the night with Gary, had him call me for a date. I agreed but conditional that Gary came to dinner at my place. Megan had encouraged me to 'try out Gary' and see what I thought. I had a discussion with her about the protocol of sleeping with someone else's date the next night, but she assured me that this was just fine with anybody in the Club.
Megan said, "We enjoy variety. We may have our specials and favorites, but variety is what we are looking for. Everybody in the Club knows there is no exclusivity, and consequently, the 'Monogamous Dating Rule' is not favored. If you and your 'date' want to be exclusive, I expect several members would encourage you to drop out because across the Club anything goes at any time between consenting adults. We know sex and variety are what we want. Once in a while I've been busy or found one of the guys I wanted to go out with busy, but usually we can find a time to get together pretty quickly."
She paused and said, "Now, let me tell you about Gary."
Although Gary was about my height in bare feet, he had a libido about the size of Australia, and a cock that knew how to tease and please. After my dinner the following evening, and some cuddling in my living room, Gary made love to me until I passed out in the middle of the night from sexual fatigue -- the best kind. I think I'd had about ten earth-shattering orgasms, and to my surprise so had Gary. He had the stamina of a rooster in the hen yard. I thought he'd wear out or need some long recovery time, but not Gary. He was the energizer bunny, and just kept going and going. To my delight, I kept up with him until I dropped after a huge orgasm.
As I drifted off to sleep in Gary's comfortable arms, I thought how I'd died and gone to orgasm heaven. Twice in forty-eight hours, I been fucked to my heart's content, and turned into a blithering mass of sexual mush. So nice!
Gary's cock was back in my pussy first thing the next morning, and we started in again. The guy understood the science and the art of fucking. I felt as though I were in he hands of an expert. The expert let another blast of cum drench my insides as I crested to a new high atop his jerking body.
Gary left after breakfast, but not before I practiced my blowjob skills for the first time in probably eight years. Gary tasted like fresh salty mushrooms, and didn't mind kissing me after I'd tried to swallow most of his cum. I had purposefully allowed some of it to drip onto my breasts in a sexy maneuver. Gary liked that.
We kissed goodbye in mid-morning as I stood naked at my front door, and he was gone. Again, Gary told me he wanted to see me again, and hoped I'd be a regular at the Club events once I got admitted.
I met Megan for luncheon salads at Panera's, and we compared notes about Gary, Bill, and a few other men in the Club who I remembered from the previous social. Megan assured me that talking about the men and women in the Club was OK, and encouraged so long as the remarks weren't malicious or degrading. She also noted that if I had a bad experience in any way with someone, I was supposed to talk to them about it so they could change their behavior or technique. So far, I only had rave reviews.
My social calendar got dry after that. I thought about calling Bill or Gary, but I wasn't really in the Club so didn't feel comfortable exercising the rights of a Club member to ask for a date. A week or so later, Megan came by the house the following Saturday morning. The next Club social event was that evening, this time at the bar and lounge adjacent to the downtown marina. I figured I'd be going as a guest, until Megan told me the good news, I had been accepted as a full-fledged member of OPALS Club.
Surprised, I said, "But I thought I was going to be interviewed and assessed or something. Nobody talked to me."
Megan laughed, "What do you think the dates with Bill and Gary were about, plus the times we've made love?"
"You mean ..."
"Yep. They were genuine and not pretend dates, so please don't hold that against the men -- or me. They wanted to be with you, otherwise they wouldn't have asked you out or accepted your invitation. They also didn't want you on guard that you were being evaluated. I had to stop Gary from calling you back a few days ago until I could tell you this news. Besides, I love making love with you too. I hope you know how much I love you."
Megan routed around in her giant shoulder bag, and produced a large envelope. "Here's all the written poop about the Club and the membership directory as of June. Each person has a little bio about himself or herself in it to help you remember them. A woman named Janet Salisbury will call you next week to get your bio and a picture if you have one for the next edition in December and for our next newsletter. So think about how you want to be remembered. You can read mine in there as an example to see what I wrote."
Megan took a big breath, "Penny, remember this is all supposed to be fun. Don't worry or fret or develop angst about anything related to the Club. If it's not fun, talk to me and let me see if we can't make things right. I'm your sponsor and your mentor. I also love you, and I want you to find happiness and bliss in this Club -- with all the members.
"
"But I feel horny all the time, and I do feel angst about meeting men -- and women, I guess -- and going on dates. In a way, I feel like I'm in eighth grade."
"Did you feel this angst in college or afterwards when you were dating all the time?"
"Not as much. Probably not at all."
"So, as you start dating a lot in the Club, you can expect your worries to go away. It's just some nerves about a new situation. I promise you'll get used to it. Right now, you have access to about a hundred and thirty horny guys who would love to pleasure you in any way you can think of -- and probably a lot of women too. As pretty women we're in demand and the odds of a pleasurable experience are in our favor. Relax and enjoy."
* * * * *
I saw both Bill and Gary at the social that evening. I sidled up to both of them, gave each a kiss, and thanked them for their dates ... and the favorable ratings in terms of joining the Club. Sometime I wanted to find out exactly what it was I did to win their recommendation -- the fuck, the blowjob, my reaction to them, or what. I'd wait until we had our next date to ask each of them.
I met a whole new group of people at this social, and I also got a regular nametag. I saw a new man with a guest nametag, and I suspected I knew what would be happening to him in the very near future. I even saw Megan heading his way at one point.
I started talking to two men who I felt real chemistry with: Jon and Eric. Jon was a very handsome Scandinavian blond about six-four who taught tennis at a local golf and tennis club. Eric was a tall handsome man with a goatee who owned an antique shop downtown. The three of us walked around some of the marina docks with our drinks and talked about our various boating experiences. We were good company with each other.
Coming to a rather large cruiser ship with multiple decks, Eric turned and said, "Come, let me show you where I live."
My jaw dropped open. "You live HERE?"
Eric nodded, and then I allowed him to escort me onto the lower deck on his boat as Jon followed. Eric gave a tour, and I marveled at how spacious everything was, and at some of the amenities I would have only expected to see in a land-based home, for instance, a four-person hot tub.
As we got to the master bedroom, one of three separate bedrooms on the large yacht, Eric turned and kissed me. As I kissed him, I felt Jon snuggle up behind me. When my kiss with Eric broke, Jon turned me, and we kissed just as passionately.
Jon said in a hushed voice, "I think Eric and I would like to have a threesome with you." He looked expectantly at me.
My brain when into denial and shock, and then started to evaluate the situation. I found both men attractive and we had good chemistry. I had already thought about dating each of them -- individually. I envisioned myself asking Megan what to do, and I could hear her emphatically telling me to go screw everyone I could. She'd say, 'After all, wasn't this why you wanted to join the Club." She'd be right.
I pulled both men to me for kisses. "I've never done a threesome before, so you'll have to show me." I smiled broadly at the thought.
"With delight."
I sent Megan a quick text message telling her who I was with and where we were about to have a threesome. Seconds later, I got her reply: "You go, girl. You rock. Call me tomorrow. I'm going home with Bob Mason. Enjoy."
I alternately stripped each man as I lost my clothes to their hands, until we were each naked. I was getting showered with kisses from these two handsome men. They carefully picked me up and carried me onto the large bed. Once there, I was sucked on and fingered to my first orgasm.
I couldn't believe the stimulation having two men fawning over my breasts brought me, particularly when they both sucked on them simultaneously. But then Eric slithered down my body and started to eat my pussy as he fingered me, while Jon continued to suck and kiss my breasts and my lips. Eric's little beard gave me some extra stimulation, plus he had long fingers that knew exactly how to reach inside me to find my G-spot. The combination of fingers, kisses, and sucking by the two men brought me to orgasm in record time, and then the men switched places and did it again. Oh, such pleasure. Could this hedonistic act continue for a week or two?
Garth and I had teased each other a few times about making love in a threesome, but that's all it had ever been -- teasing. Now, here it was, and I wished Garth and I had experimented with this. He would have loved to see me get fucked by someone, and I now knew the joys of loving two men at once.
After eating me to an orgasm, Jon moved and put his cock in me. Eric asked if I'd suck on him as I got fucked, and that sounded splendid to me. So as Jon pumped into me, I tried to pump Eric into my mouth. We changed positions a few times, and I learned that I was being 'spit roasted' by the men. I liked 'spit roasted.'
I liked it even better when the men started to change places with me every few minutes. I came a couple of times, but the men were holding off. Oh, I was being so well fucked, and sucked on, and loved. What a miracle that every woman on the planet didn't want a threesome ALL the time. I'm sure if they got over their silly puritanical beliefs they'd love it.
Eventually, Eric blasted cum into my pussy as Jon plastered my mouth and face with his load. I left things as they were for a few minutes, and that turned the guys on again. I sucked each of them back to life over the next hour, and then they changed places, and Jon filled my cunt as Eric came all over my tits. I let the two men rub the cum into my skin.
After Eric checked who else was around his part of the marina, we scampered out to the hot tub naked, and went in for a half-hour. I made out with the two of them, but they were both done for the night. We eventually got out, took a shower on deck, dried off, and then I went inside and dressed, and we bid Eric goodnight. Jon walked me to my car, and I headed home.
After sleeping in the next morning, I called Megan. I went over to her condo for brunch. We shared our evenings in such great detail that we worked ourselves into a frenzy, so we stripped down and made love to each other for a couple of hours. This new lifestyle I'd found was spectacular, and long overdue. If I'd found a club like this when I was twenty, I would have fucked myself into oblivion before I reached thirty.
I thought the threesome with Eric and Jon was spectacular and impossible to top, until Megan suggested that we double date some night with two guys each, and then do a lot of switching around all night long in true orgy and gang bang fashion. She'd never done this, but confessed that Bob and she had watched a porn film the night before where that had been the case, and she said it looked like a lot of fun. After getting over the initial decadence of her suggestion, I listened to her describing all the possible combinations and permutations of cock, pussy, mouths, and tongues, and ... well, Megan used her mouth and fingers and brought me to yet another orgasm.
We didn't do the orgy as Megan and I had come to call our large group night, until after the next social. The principal reason was that Megan wanted me to meet a few of the other men, specifically men she knew would have no qualms about this kind of group event.
The next social was on a rooftop overlooking the downtown area. Harriet Carter had a condo in the building, and arranged for the event to be catered with drinks and heavy hors d'oeuvres. We were impressed, and Harriet became a good friend that night as we stood and talked about her condo, restaurants, living downtown, and the Club.
Harriet was a saucy red head, and I'd been a little turned on by her at the first social I'd gone to as a guest. She oozed sex appeal from every pore, and the Club had clearly played to her deepest wants, needs, and desires.
Megan squired me around several times during the night, specifically introducing me to some of the men in the Club that I hadn't met -- or fucked. We had a code in how she touched my hand or the man to indicate he was a candidate for our orgy.
As we were walking between groups, I asked Megan, "Would Harriet be interested in our orgy -- maybe expand the idea a little?"
Megan's eyes got big and round. "Oh, Penny, what a good idea. Maybe we could even get her into some sapphic action with us. I have always wanted to see if she went that way; she's so sexy."
A minute later, I was describing the idea Megan and I had for our orgy to Harriet. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "I like the way you think. Count me in. Matter of fact, if you want a place to hold this little event, I know just the man to ask. He has a fabulous home out on Casey Key, with privacy, many large beds, large Jacuzzi, pool, and lots of outdoor furniture if the night is nice. Come and let me introduce you to Ben."
Ben and I hit it off right away. Harriet had me describe our idea, and he just grinned and asked 'When?"
Megan and I made other selections of men, allowing two men per woman for the three of us. Thus, we had Megan, Harriet, and me, facing off with Ben, Gary, Bob, Roger or Rog, Steve, and Lance.
The following Saturday, we all converged on Ben's large home just before dinner. We each brought various wines, hors d'oeuvres, and potluck meals. I brought a lasagna and potato salad. Megan brought a large Caesar salad and a couple of dozen little scallops wrapped in bacon.
We set up the party on Ben's patio, partly shaded from the western sun as it set and turned the sky in a million beautiful hues of oranges, grays, reds, and blues.
I'd worn a bikini beneath my shorts and blouse, so as soon as we got the meal set up, I stripped down to my bathing suit. I knew I looked good enough to eat, and I was expecting all six guys to do exactly that in the near future.
Harriet also wore a bikini that did little to hide her charms. Megan wore a one-piece suit with large chunks of the suits cut away to reveal a lot of skin. We three women instantly got described as 'foxes' -- an adjective we all liked. Later, I proved I could fuck like a mink.
We ate and actually had some pretty fun conversations. The men were particularly entertaining and sparkling, clearly at the top of their game. I could see this was some sort of mating dance before the serious 'stuff' started.
Of course, Megan started the 'serious stuff.' She rang a fork against her glass to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a proposal to get our real festivities started tonight. I have placed each of our names on a slip of paper in this bowl. I propose that our host draw names until one woman and two men have been selected. These three people will put on a rather intimate pornographic live sex show for the rest of us, who may watch or may choose to start their own recreation as the show continues. Any objections?"
We all stood around on the patio in silence, but with large grins on our faces. We were obviously a horny group and now eager to start playing.
Megan walked over to Ben and held the bowl on high. He reached up and drew a slip of paper from the bowl. He opened it and read, "Lance."
Megan moved to Lance and said, "You draw next."
Lance stirred the slips and pulled out a number. He opened and read the name, "Penny." My heart leapt into my throat. My God, I had to put on a sex show with two men for six other people who would eventually be mauling my body in the nicest of ways, and giving me orgasms that would be making me nearly oblivious to the world around me. In a way, I was frozen with fear, yet so eager for things to start.
I drew the next slip of paper, opened the folded note, and read, "Rog."
Megan pulled the three of us together, put me between the two men, and whispered, "Give us a good show."
Lance bent down and kissed me in a most tender way. I felt as though this was truly some kind of romance instead of an orgy. Rog gently turned me and repeated with a similar kiss. He whispered to me, "Don't feel shy about telling me, Lance, or any of us if you want us to stop or do something else." He chuckled, "We are a sex crazed but loving group and don't want to do anything to hurt or embarrass you."
I kissed him again, this time driving my tongue into his mouth in a gesture of pure lewd passion. As I did, I jerked his shirt out of his pants and made a gesture for him to pull the shirt over his head. I turned and repeated the kiss with Lance, and then pulled his shirt over his head.
I whispered, "Strip me."
Lance reached to my neck and unhooked the strap from my bikini bra that encircled my neck. At the same time, Rog undid the clasp at my back that held the bra to my body. Before I could react, the flashy red piece of clothing fell to the ground, and my breasts were exposed to everyone.
I moved forward and rubbed them against Lance's chest as we kissed. As I did, I could feel Rog's hands untying one side of my bikini bottom. He undid the other side a moment later, and my monokini fell to the patio deck. I was nude ... and incredibly horny.
I pulled a pillow off the nearest chaise lounge, knelt on it, and pulled Rog's pants down his legs. His partly inflated cock flipped into the air about two inches from my face. Before it had flopped again, I grabbed the unit and inserted the mushroom shaped cap into my mouth. After a moment of suck and play, I turned and dropped Lance's pants and inhaled his cock.
Soon, I had the two men together; sucking on both of them simultaneously or nearly so, as I held their cocks only inches from each other as I turned and lapped, sucked, and loved each of their dicks. I brought each man up to a rigidity that surprised me for men their age.
Suddenly, I got picked up and tossed on my back on the chaise. I laughed at the audacity of the situation. Lance immediately buried his face in my pussy, doing to my cunt what I'd been doing to his cock only a minute before. I started to gush girl juice as his fingers, lips, and tongue did their magic on my nether region. As Lance paid attention to me, I pulled Rog's cock to my lips so I could continue to suck on him.
Soon enough, I felt Lance's cock swishing up and down my slit as he prepared to mount me. His motions were slow but deliberate, every move intended to excite and stimulate me. They did. My juices were flowing from my pussy in the expectation that I was going to be royally fucked.
Lance started the royal fucking as I continued to suck on Rog. After only a minute I heard Lance say, "Switch." I watched from my supine position as the two men moved. Rog immediately sank about seven inches of man meat into my cunt, pushing right to the hilt until our pubes ground together. After the initial wave of pleasure from his penetration passed, I pulled Lance's cock into my mouth and started that blowjob.
As we fucked, he asked, "Do you do anal? Do you want to be DP'd?"
I whispered, "I've never done it. If you're gentle and very careful, I'd be willing to try. I'll need a lot of coaxing, priming, and lubrication to get me ready."
My thoughts adopted a competitive posture. If Megan could do anal sex, I certainly could. She indicated she'd pussyfooted around doing it, and needed to be coaxed by just the right person in just the right way. I'd just given a green light to a man I'd barely met to fuck my ass -- and to have his partner do it.
Rog disappeared for a minute but then returned. He held up a bottle of Astroglide for me to see. I recalled that was what Bill had used only a few weeks earlier when I'd first become associated with OPALS as a guest.
Lance backed away for a moment, jerking his cock from my slippery cunt.
Rog turned me over, so I knelt. He lubed up my asshole, and then I felt his right thumb slowly and carefully worm its way into my ass. He pumped for a couple of minutes, and then slid in two fingers, and a few minutes later three, and a few minutes after that four. He pushed hard helping to expand my opening and to get me ready for his cock. After I felt another application of the gel, I felt Rog's rigid cock slide into me about an inch. He held it there and then slowly pushed in, pausing or even withdrawing slightly on a frequent basis.
I was in some kind of sexual ecstasy. Certainly, the penetration wasn't the most comfortable, but I'd felt lots worse from my OB/GYN. Here I was a fifty-eight year old woman, a respectable woman of means and a mother of two adult children, being ass-fucked for the first time in my life.
Rog was gentle and careful. I felt as though he treated me like a porcelain doll. Slowly, his large cock snaked its way into my butt until I felt him bottom out. When he did, he just paused and let me get used to his presence.
I gestured Lance in front of me, and I sucked on him as Rog slowly pumped his cock inside me. I looked up at him and said, "Well stud, it looks like you get my pussy for this round."
Lance lay down and shuffled up the chaise beneath me until his cock was about even with my pussy. Rog pulled out of my ass completely, and then I dropped my hot little pussy onto Lance's cock. We fucked for a couple of minutes, and then I felt Rog swat my butt. Show time!
Rog inserted his cock back into my ass. I was now being DP'd for the first time in my life. He'd no sooner started to pump into me than he said, "Penny ... Lance, I'm not going to last. Penny you have the sweetest ass, and I'm about to fill it with my spunk."
I turned back to him, "Do it. Do it. Fill me. Pump me full of cum."
Lance said, "Me too. I'm about to cum too."
I couldn't resist. I actually felt Rog's surges into my ass as he started to fire off volley after volley of cum deep inside my rectum. I felt the warmth spread, and it felt ... delicious. It was naughty, dirty, and above all fun. Oh, I've been more comfortable while having sex, but being DP'd was all those other things that plain vanilla sex just can't be, and that made this wanton act delectable.
I'd no sooner enjoyed Rog's warm juice, than Lance erupted like a volcano deep inside my tight little cunt. I felt his cock surge, and then the hosing down of my insides with his warm man juice. He went on and on, and I knew I was going to be very full when he stopped.
I leaned down and passionately kissed Lance. "Thank you. You are a magnificent lover. This isn't over yet, by far."
I rolled onto my back beside Lance and pulled Rog down into my arms. I praised him for the care he took in introducing me to anal sex, and then the double penetration of my body by two men. I still felt in seventh heaven, and my pussy kept enjoying little spasms of pleasure every few seconds. We made out for a few minutes as the men's cum ran in rivulets from my pussy and ass onto the chaise.
I reached down and grabbed a good dollop of cum from my nether region, undoubtedly a mix of both their juices. As they watched, I brought the gel-like mass to my lips, and then sucked in every drop and made a show of swallowing.
Only then did I become aware of the applause from the six others at our dinner party. I had been only distantly aware of their presence for the past half hour or more as Rog, Lance, and I made love in various ways. Now, I blushed. I waved the fingers that had just been licked around in the air to accept their accolades. I heard a few laughs.
Harriet came over and nudged Rog away from his slot next to me. She took his place and kissed me. "Penny, that was the sexiest porn show I've ever seen. You can come to my parties any day you want." After I got another more passionate kiss from her, Harriet said, "Now, I'm going to do some clean up."
With that, Harriet slithered down my body until she was between my legs. I felt her fingers and tongue start to plunder my pussy and ass, collecting the remaining juices from the men.
At one point, she came back up my body, dragging her naked breasts against mine. As Harriet and I kissed she gave me a huge injection of the cum she'd collected from my holes by spurting the liquid from her mouth into mine.
Based on her motions and a word or two, I swapped the men's juices back and forth with Harriet for a few minutes. Gradually, we swallowed away the juice. Harriet went back for more. I thought about how I didn't mind the taste of the cum, and I particularly enjoyed kissing and swapping the fluids with the red head.
After another minute, I felt Harriet's body start to bump against mine. I opened my eyes and saw that Ben was fucking Harriet from behind as she ate me out. Oh, how sexy. I'm being eaten and she's being fucked at the same time.
Eventually, Steve came and offered Harriet his cock, and she started to suck on him. I moved away from the chaise, flowing right into Gary's arms. He whispered to me, "Wow. You are the sexiest woman in the Club. Un-fucking-believable performance. I hope you enjoyed it."
I kissed Gary hard, and then moved beside him and kissed Megan, and then Bob. Megan looked at me in awe. "Penny, you outdid yourself, and certainly outdid me. I've got a new goal to aspire to. Harriet even inspired me, and watching you gave me so many ideas of things I want to try. She turned to Bob and Gary, "Ready, guys?"
Megan stopped the proceedings with a single remark, "Hey, have any of you ever participated in a bukkake, you know, where the men come all over a girl's face? I never have and with six guys I think it might be fun."
I asked, "Can all the girls join in at the same time? I like that game."
Harriet expressed her wish to participate as well.
Megan gave me a lewd grin, "Oh, what a good idea. Come on girls, we are going to take a cum shower at the end of this round."
Megan spurred us all on to a new high -- or a new low, depending on your point of view. I actually found myself surprised at my lustful reaction to the prospect of having cum dumped onto my face. The depravity of the act excited and aroused me beyond the state I was already in. I had begun to think I should just declare myself an aging nymphomaniac slut, stay naked, and fuck all comers.
I fucked Bob and Steve, and when the various guys got near, we bided our time until the men were close and thought they could come close together. For that matter, I was also close to yet another orgasm.
Megan, Harriet, and I lay down so our heads were together. The six men stood over us jacking off. When one would come, he'd spray his cum so it rained down on our faces. As the third load of cum splashed across my face and Harriet's, I rubbed myself to another orgasm, delighting in the climax as I felt the cum running down my cheeks. By the time six men had done this, we three women were facially drenched and laughing at our hedonistic act.
Megan led us in the further decadent act of licking the cum from each other's faces. As we did this, I watched three of the men who had declared themselves 'done' for the night, rise to solid erections. I guess we put on a good show for them.
Lance captured me in his arms and kissed me. Before I could say anything, he'd picked me up and just walked across the patio and off the edge of the pool with me in his arms. We made a huge splash into the refreshing pool that immediately started to wash away the sweat and body fluids from the past hour.
Our little orgy went until three in the morning. By that time, each of the women had fucked every guy for a good long time. Megan had been analized and DP'd a couple of times, and I went again with Gary and Lance. Harriet hadn't been idle either.
During a 'Male Rest Break,' Megan, Harriet, and I had a beautiful sapphic hour of pleasure with each other where we bonded and brought each other to many orgasms. I found I liked the taste of Harriet as well as Megan, and Harriet taught me a few new moves to use on women -- and men, for that matter.
Bob and Rog left around two o'clock, completely done in. Megan, Harriet, and I gave each of them a fabulous naked send off in the driveway in plain sight of the other homes and the main road, kissing them goodnight and having them finger each of our pussies so they could smell us the rest of the way home.
We all messed around a little after that. Ben, Steve, and Gary took Megan to bed. Knowing Megan, I figured she would try to get fucked at least once more and hopefully three times more.
Lance, Harriet, and I took another bedroom in Ben's large house. With Herculean effort, Harriet and I got Lance hard enough to take turns servicing the two of us until we each came with the other's help. Lance was beyond climaxing, so we pulled him between us and went to sleep. I felt so loved by everyone ... and also so fucked. , sore in the morning we'd been fucked so much the night before. Moreover, each of us was walking funny because of the soreness and the unusual feeling of our asses from the anal play. I had been an early riser, and could attest to the therapeutic powers of Ben's hot tub.
We did a communal breakfast, mostly in the nude. Harriet, Megan, and I were hands off due to our soreness. We did give the guys a good show, however.
I collected my clothes and went home clad only in my bikini. Despite screwing all night long except for a few hours, I felt surprisingly rested. I think I was so excited and psyched up about the orgy, I just didn't need sleep.
At home I pulled out my diary and started to think about the impact of the OPALS Club on my life over the past month. I made a list:
•Was horny all the time, but couldn't do anything about it; now I can
•First one night stand
•Sex on first date with Bill, Gary, et. al.
•First threesome (wonderful)
•First orgy (more wonderful) and fucking six men and two women in one night
•Anal sex; didn’t know it is such fun
•Double penetrated -- Wow!
•'Snowballing' cum (a new sex word and act I learned)
•First daisy chain with two other women
•First 'air tight' experience -- also a new sex term
•First bukkake with six men; enjoyed with two other women
•First time 'tribbing' with another woman (another new term)
•First time simultaneously eating and being eaten by other women
•First night with more than two dozen orgasms -- Wow!
After a hot sitz bath, I eventually felt good enough below the waist to go for a long walk. As I walked, I thought about the Club and the blast of sex I'd had. I had all these guilty feelings initially, and I had to trace back and figure out where they were coming from. I realized that I had been inculcated with many of the restrictive beliefs and values by my parents and by the church I'd been raised in. Sex was sort of dirty, and could only be shameless under certain circumstances. I listed the reasons: child conception, marital consummation, and ... it was a short list. Sex for any other reason was vile, shameful, and sinful. I'd surely moved well beyond those things in the past month.
I thought, who the hell thought up those restrictive rules that ruined sex for so many people? Garth had helped me break at least part of those arbitrary rules. We had an active sex life in our marriage. I learned sex could be fun and fulfilling in so many ways. My daughters taught me more when they started dating and confessed a few of their open living arrangements with the boyfriend of the day. Before they got married, the activities of both daughters would have rated them as sluts when I'd been their age. Now, I was sure that in one night I had far surpassed anything they might have done. I had earned my 'slut' title, and I loved it. I would wear it with pride.
So, I reasoned I could write my own rules for sex without feeling any conflicts. I decided on something like this: 'Consenting adults can do anything they want in the way of sex.' If everyone consents, no one gets hurt. Because everyone is an adult, informed decisions are made. The statement also hints at the idea of negotiating what sex acts or games will be mutually enjoyed.
I liked my rule versus all the strictures my parents and the church had created in my early life. This rule made everything I did the past month acceptable. I was a consenting adult, and so were the people I had sex with -- men and women. We all liked what we'd done and wanted to do more of it.
Did I want to continue? Hell, yes! Did I want to taper back from what transpired the night before? Well, I wouldn't want to do that every night, but what a lot of fun for all of us. I liked the men and women I'd met, particularly those I'd had sex with. I looked forward to having sex with most of the others, as well as repeat performances with everyone else. I felt appreciated and even loved by them, and I returned those feelings.
I looked ahead to the next couple of decades in my life -- my golden years as so many people called them. For most people those years were sexless, non-physical, almost loveless, affectionless, and unchallenging time periods before they died. For me they would be the opposite, and I couldn't thank Megan enough for introducing me to this group of people. I would be having sex, being physical to the utmost, kissing wildly, loving freely and being loved, and feeling bathed in affection every minute. I couldn't wait for tomorrow and what would happen next.
Two days later, my doorbell rang in the late afternoon just as I was starting to think about what to fix myself for dinner. I opened the door, and there stood a very handsome Bill Matthews. He looked freshly scrubbed and shaved, and wore neat sport clothes that emphasized his good looks and physique.
I know I broke into a happy smile about the width of the planet. "Bill, what a pleasant surprise."
"I was in the neighborhood ... and I wanted to drop these off." From slightly behind his back, Bill produced a large bouquet of different colored roses -- pinks, whites, dusty reds, and bright reds.
How did he know roses were my favorite? I also knew he didn't 'just happen' to be in the neighborhood.
He mumbled, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ... I mean if you have guests, I can come back another time. I just really wanted to see you again, and I didn't want to wait for the next social ... and I heard about your party at Ben's and wished I'd been invited ... and ..."
Bill held the flowers out while talking. Before he could finish, I moved inside his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. I put my mouth over his, even as he tried to talk, and I gave him a thousand-megawatt kiss that I hoped melted the zipper on his slacks.
When we parted slightly, Bill looked pleased. I said, "No, you're the most pleasant surprise of my day. I am so glad you came by; I've been thinking about you a lot, and I've missed our time together. You're just in time for cocktails ... and dinner ... and whatever we can think of to do after dinner." I grinned coyly at this handsome hunk of a man, and then kissed him really hard again. "I even have a clean toothbrush for you."
From the happy look on his face, I wondered if we'd ever make it to dinner.
THE END