Chapter 16
When you think of "Copenhagen you immediately associate sex-and so did we. In fact most of our tours always stop there for at least one day, just to give everyone a good taste in their mouth to go home with. The sex fair we had visited the day before had really revved up our people for more, more, more and that's what we planned on giving them. A few of them, unfortunately, had proved a little too anxious and that same night they went to a few clubs that had been mentioned in one of the glossy magazines. Neither Vivi or I knew about it until the next morning at breakfast. Heard about it-well, we never thought we'd hear the end of it. After the Phillips' and the Smiths' voiced their complaints (I calmed them down by saying for the umpteenth time that they should have stuck to the tour and not gone there on hearsay) Miriam Buschell and Gertie Grossell opened their mouths and yelled something to the effect, "They're clip joints, their all clip joints. Why are you going to take us to one tonight? Don't you know they cheat you like hell. You're crazy. What a dump we ended up in last night. You could get better in downtown Brooklyn. .. ." and so on and so forth.
I was livid and for once so was Vivi. She repeated what I said to the Phillips and the Smiths but they didn't listen to one word. Finally, after a lot more yakking, Mary Lerner piped up with "Shut up." Everyone was amazed. Mary hadn't said more than two words to anyone on the whole trip and now she was shouting down Miriam and Gertie. I could see that they were taken aback. Both of them went white and their mouths slammed shut. I repeated, for the third time that morning, that Vivi and I had instructed them to stay away from places like those. Now they see that they should have listened to us. "Don't put the blame on me," I said. "That was totally of your own making and you got what you deserved. Just wait till tonight; you'll see things that'll knock your eyes out." They grumbled something to the effect of "seeing is believing" and shoved another piece of toast in their mouths.
Copenhagen is a lot of things to a lot of people but to Vivi and I it is a sex nightclub called the Love In. It has everything a good nightclub should have: a good bar, plush surroundings, and a fair cover charge. PLUS a three hour show which consists of blue movies, a lesbian act, and male audience participation. Seeing is believing-you can bet on it.
Our group went wild from the moment they walked in, all except Miriam and Gertie, that is. They talked through the drinks, the movies, and the show and when calls were made for audience participation they croaked the loudest. Suddenly I heard them calling my name and before I knew it they had practically lifted me up on the stage. When the two women asked them to leave, they refused. I could see the bouncer making his way towards the stage. Luckily I knew him and he turned back when I waved my hand. Before I could even say "Shut up" to them they were fighting with the two performers- and winning!
Eventually the girls conceded and stepped down and Miriam and Gertie took their places. The audience began to chant "Strip, strip" and clink then-glasses. Miriam and Gertie looked at each other and blushed. They had fought too hard in the first place and now they couldn't turn back. Even their husbands were egging them on (thanks to Vivi I later found out).
The band started playing and Miriam and Gertie began to take off their clothes as though they had always been in the striptease business. Bumps, grinds, tossing articles of clothing to the audience- the whole thing. The audience started to laugh at first but soon they quieted down to a murmur. I could almost read their minds-this could have been their own wives ... this.
When they were completely naked the band really went wild. They struck up some music which was a strange cross between a waltz and a monkey, and Gertie started to dance, her short fat body whirling, twisting, and shaking all around the stage. Miriam, not to be outdone, now threw herself into the act and soon the two of them were dancing around like aged Rockettes. Miriam's fat fanny shimmied and Gertie's floppy tits jumped up and down like someone dribbling two basketballs. Round and around they went, leaping and diving like two porpoises. Suddenly they stopped, the two of them gasping for air. The audience refused to let them go-they whistled, stamped, and hooted and the girls started up again, dancing in each other's arms.
That did it-I burst out laughing and continued to laugh until my stomach hurt. That turned out to be my fatal mistake. Miriam and Gertie had been so busy with their "act" that they had forgotten about me. When they heard my laughs they took notice of me and hoisted me into the limelight. I rolled my eyes and gave the audience one of those "this is it, fellows" looks. The band started up and soon 1 found myself stripped of every article of clothing I was wearing. Miriam and Gertie gasped and cooed at my naked body, walking around it, touching it, pinching it, and kissing it.
I was embarrassed, but cool, and I decided to make the most of the situation. When the audience began to chant "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I bent down and planted a kiss on each of their lips and ran my fingers over their breasts. Both of them started to groan immediately, calling me "lover" and "handsome" and "do me, do me." Their cries pierced the room and everyone went quiet.
Suddenly the two women began to fight among themselves about which one deserved to be fucked first. The audience picked up on this and called out, "Fuck the fatty, fuck the blondie, no, fuck the one with the big thighs." Finally someone shouted out, "Fuck both of them at the same time," and the rest of the audience took this up.
Two women at once-the thought staggered me. Every position I knew flashed through my mind and finally I came up with an answer. The novelty of it excited me and my prick began to twitch. Graciously I led the women over to the pillows; the spotlight followed us. I directed them to lay down, Miriam on the bottom, and Gertie on the top. At first they objected violently, each claiming that they should be first. However, when I reminded them that fair was fair, they conceded and followed my instructions.
They were not the most beautiful women I've ever seen nor were they the sexiest. And yet, seeing both of them there laying one on top of the other and looking like a giant breast really was enough to arouse anyone.
I searched my mind for the formula for their orgasms: was Gertie clitoral and Miriam vaginal or was it the other way around? I decided to chance my first guess and fortunately it proved correct. I got down on my knees and began to manipulate both of them, one in each hand. Soon the room was shaking with their moans and cries and both of them screamed out, "Fuck me, fuck me." I bent down and began to liclc them off, placing their pussies one above the other and giving them the full measure of my tongue. With Miriam I tongue-fucked her hole; with Gertie I sucked on her clit. The effect was stupendous-on all of us! My cock jutted forward in readiness and each of them opened up, a long stream of fluid flowing from them.
I didn't have much time to survey my handiwork: here were two horny women begging for it, pleading for it, crying for it and I was going to give it to them but good. I gave them a final lick, biting them brutally, and then I took aim, steadied myself on my knees, and made the first plunge.
Gertie, who was on top, let out a scream and thrashed about while Miriam called to me to fuck her. I wrenched myself but of Gertie's hole and plunged it into Miriam's; she, too, began to scream. Once more I withdrew and slammed my meat into Gertie, first hitting her pubic bone and then going up as far as I could. "Ohhhh," she called out, "fuck me again, fuck me again, please." Before I withdrew I gave her another thrust; it went up so far that for one split second I got scared. Then I wrenched myself free and slammed into Miriam. She tightened herself over me, almost as if she didn't want to let me go. To satisfy her I slammed into her again with all the force I had and she bellowed, "Stick it up me, stick it up me. What a prick, what a big, juicy prick. I love it. Shove it."
I wrenched myself free, took aim, and rammed my now raging prick into Gertie, pulled it out, then slammed it into Miriam. It was so quiet in the club that you could literally hear the sucks and slams. Both women's holes were now as big as they could ever be; they were positively swimming in their own juices. I glanced down at my cock-it burned as brightly as a branding iron. Slam I went into Gertie, hitting her pubic bone so hard that she screamed. Suck. Slam I went into Miriam, thrusting up into her as far as I could go. Suck. Slam. Gertie. Suck. Slam. Miriam. Suck. Slam. Suck. Slam. Suck. Slam.
The room suddenly seemed to become charged with electricity and the three of us turned into sparks. Suck. Slam. Suck. Slam. Suck. Faster and faster I went, my ears ringing with their shouts, my chest heaving from the incredible strain. Slam. Suck. Slam. Suck. Slam. Suck. I was on my way, nearly there, just-----
Simultaneously I heard both women call out, "Fm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me. Harder. I'm coming."
I felt the first thrust of an orgasm rip through me and I shot my load into Gertie, pulled out quickly, then shot some more into Miriam. "Fuck me, fuck me," they cried and I shot my load again, this time into Gertie. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, "oh, baby, Ohhhhh." I wrenched myself free and shot my last into Miriam who pulled me in with her strong muscles. Then I wrenched myself free.
The fights on the stage began to darken and murmurs began to fill the air. Just before the spotlight was cut I looked down at Gertie and Miriam. They lay there as though they were dead, their legs open wide and semen and gism covering their big, red gashes. I bent down and kissed their holes, then left the stage.