Chapter 7

It was Friday night and Susan could not be -expected to waste it at home, so she went to a nightclub with Joe on the other side of town. Lucky Lucy's was a swinging establishment that catered to men and women of various age groups. The two of them sat together at a corner table but they were not a couple. Susan had brought Joe along to introduce him to the casual sex scene. Soon they would separate to find their own partners. It was hoped that they would both get laid tonight.

At present, Susan was giving him some motherly advice on women. "Now, Joe, don't just try to jump the bones of the first female who blows you a kiss. Be picky. There are good girls and bad girls. Avoid the good girls like the plague; they are bad for you. The bad girls are the only good ones. They'll give you what you want. Understand?"

Joe nodded his head. He was hanging on her every word, his expression very serious. "Also, don't try to rush a girl into the sack, even a bad girl. Some women like quick and dirty sex, but most do not. It's best to err on the side of caution your first time out. You have to talk to the woman, dance with her, ply her with plenty of booze. You have to pay for the booze and bring it to her yourself, that's customary. Got it?"

"Got it."

Susan smiled. Joe had responded rather well to her proposal of a platonic friendship, she reflected. As it turned out, he was not manically obsessed with her, just manically obsessed with sex, and welcomed her help to find other women for him. He had a conquering attitude. Over the past few weeks, Susan had made him feel rather cocky about his cock, and for good reason. Joe, despite his nerdy looks, was turning out to be a real stud.

"Okay, let's hit the dance floor."

Joe hesitated. "How do I look?"

Susan gave him a critical inspection. Joe was dressed in a snazzy new outfit that she had picked out for him. Gone were the shabby, mismatched lawn mowing clothes and in was a white polyester dance suit. Padding was needed to buff up his shoulders, but the large bulge in the crotch of his tight fitting pants was real, not artificial. Crowning his head was a white-trimmed black fedora with a large orange feather sticking out of the band. Susan had read something somewhere that bright plumage always attracted female birds and thought it might work with humans as well. She felt an artist's pride in her work. The new clothes helped to conceal the fact that Joe was an average guy with average looks.

"You look really handsome."

Joe smiled at her. "Thanks."

Susan took his hand and together they waded out onto the dance floor. A dizzying collection of humanity was pulsing to the disco beat. An equal number of guys and dolls was out there, each with their own style of dress and movement. Some of them danced alone, but most had partners. Susan was immediately jealous of the other women, most of whom were younger and equaled her in looks. It was going to be a battle to attract a mate, she predicted.

To warm up, Susan began dancing with Joe. Being a former cheerleader, she picked up the rhythm of the music rather well. It was a standard disco beat. She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her upper body like a second skin. Her legs, of course, were covered by nothing. They were her best features and she meant to show them off. She swayed seductively on her gorgeous, fleshy pillars. Admiring heads turned her way often. Yet, her partner also received a fair share of the attention.

Joe was turning out to be an embarrassment. He was a newcomer to dancing and it showed. His steps were awkward and ill-timed. It was as if he was listening to totally different music in his head. He was smiling idiotically as he danced, enjoying himself immensely. He was obviously unaware that he looked like a total fool. To top off his idiot routine, he kept stepping of people's toes.

"Sorry," he would constantly say, "sorry."

Susan tried to help him with his dancing as best she could. "Feel the music, Joe. You got to feel the music."

"What? I can't hear you!"

"Feel the music!" Susan shouted. "Feel the music!"

"What? What?"

It took several tries but finally Susan made herself heard. "I am feeling the music," Joe said. "It's making me hard." He pointed to the growing bulge in his pants and grinned.

Susan shook her head. Despite her best efforts to change Joe was always going to remain a total geek. It was obviously genetic. She bent down to speak in his ear.

"I think it's time that we find our own partners, don't you?"

Joe looked at her a moment, considering, and then swiftly nodded his head.

"Look, I see a girl dancing alone. Go to her!"

Susan gave him a forceful push towards a petite blonde who had no partner, but he did not need the encouragement. There was none of the expected nervousness in his mannerisms. Snapping his fingers to some Latin beat that was playing only in his head, he began to dance over to the girl, his feet performing steps that had more to do with slapstick comedy than with the music. He seemed both happy and optimistic, as if he expected to score right away. Susan crossed her fingers and watched to see how the initial meeting would go.

Just then, a giant black man came up to her and blotted out all sight of Joe. Susan looked up ... and up ... and up. The fellow was almost seven feet tall and must have weighed a ton. His clothing was fashionable and expensive. Gold rings and chains gleamed brightly on his beautiful ebony skin. His pearly white teeth smiled down at her as he spoke. His voice had a ghetto twang that was soft and pleasing to the ears.

"I knew you were gonna send that little twerp away, baby, I just knew it, so I bided my time and got to you first. My name's Tyrell. What's yours?"

"Susan."

"I just think that you're the sexiest little thing, Susan. You wanna dance with me?"

Susan thought that he was being a little too pushy, but nodded her head anyway. He really was beautiful, and sometimes pushy men were a treat in bed. If he did not work out, she could always dismiss him later on.

Tyrell took both of her hands in his big paws and began dancing with her. Despite his tremendous size, he wasn't the least bit clumsy. He moved gracefully over the dance floor, his skill easily matching Susan's. He towered above all the other dancers and they moved out of his way when he came, afraid of being mowed down. He twirled her around and raised her into the air to do leg splits. Susan laughed, having the time of her life. Tyrell was taking her on a wild roller coaster ride.

"What do you do, Susan?" he asked after a while, his feet still chugging along to the beat.

Susan hesitated. "I'm a housewife." She wished she could give him a more glamorous occupation.

Tyrell read her look. "Ain't nothing to be ashamed of. My momma was a housewife, and a damn good woman."

Tyrell continued to stare at her as they danced. He seemed to be expecting her to say something. Finally, Susan figured out what it was.

"What do you do?" she asked.

Tyrell smiled and thumped his chest importantly. "Why, I'm an athlete, baby. A real sports star!"

Susan found herself interested. Athletes had always fascinated her since high school, one of the reasons why she had ended up with Howard. "Oh? What sport do you play?"

"Football. I'm a—"

Susan waved to him. "Good-bye." She turned around and walked away. There were some sports she wanted to hear nothing more about.

Susan wandered around the periphery of the dance floor, waiting to be claimed. It turned out to be quite a long wait. The most attractive guys seemed already to have been taken. She spotted Joe dancing with the girl she had pushed him to. He was ungraceful on the dance floor, flailing his limbs about helter skelter. The girl did not seem to mind him, however. She was holding her sides and laughing uproariously as she watched him. Another girl, perhaps the blonde's friend, came up and began dancing with Joe as well. Despite everything, it looked like he was becoming popular.

Susan shook her head in amazement and continued her search for a dance partner. Suddenly, she saw a likely prospect not far away. He was leaning against a balustrade, casually sipping a Margarita. Her heart stopped beating. He was absolutely perfect in every detail. He was tall, blond, muscular, and his face was so handsome it could make an angel weep in envy. It was amazing to Susan that no other girl had snatched him up. She approached him slowly. He saw her coming and returned her hungering gaze with a smirk.

"I know that look," he said. "It says you want to dance with me."

Susan nodded. At that moment, she could not trust herself to speak.

"Oh, very well. I suppose I have nothing better to do at the moment."

With languid grace, the man set down his drink and took her hands. Then he surprised her with a sudden burst of energy. Like a pair of gazelles, they leapt onto the dance floor and got down to it. A boogey-woogey beat was blaring from the speakers. Susan was surprised at his skill, which was so much better than Tyrell's, or even hers. He whirled, he pirouetted, he did aerial gymnastics that she thought only birds and fighter jets could do. He was incredibly light on his feet, as if he was used to walking among the clouds. Yet, he did not seem to be showing off, only doing what was natural to him. Susan tried to keep up with him, but failed. Finally, she contented herself with dancing in place and watching his beautiful body spiral around her.

Luckily, the next song was a slow one, which presented her with the opportunity she wanted. As the lights dimmed, Susan grabbed a hold of his waist and pressed her body tightly to his.

"Are you a professional dancer?" she asked.

He nodded.

"What kind of dancing do you do?"

"Ballet."

Susan's eyes ignited with interest. "Ballet? Really? Wow! I've never met a ballet dancer before. You're really good."

He shrugged. "I didn't show you even half of what I can do."

Susan had sensed that. As she hugged him, she could feel the raw energy that his lithe body possessed. Suddenly, she wanted him to unleash that raw energy in fucking her. She kissed his cheek and brought her mouth close to his ear.

"Why don't we go to some dark corner and see what happens?" she whispered, breathless with desire.

He looked down at her with a bemused expression. "I could do that, but my companion might be surprised at me—even angry."

Susan was distraught. "You came here with a girlfriend?"

He laughed. "Sort of."

It was even worse than that. Suddenly, she felt her body shunted aside. A chubby, dark-haired man took her spot and stared at her partner in mock outrage, hands on his hips. "Burt! I leave you alone for one second and what do I find you doing? Dancing with some trollop! Are you going straight on me, loverboy?"

"No, Adam, not at all. We were just having a friendly dance."

"Uh, huh. Well, come along. We're leaving for another club. I obviously can't trust you in this place!"

Burt gave Susan an apologetic shrug as Adam took his hand and dragged him away. Susan watched them go, amazed and disappointed. Suddenly, to add insult to injury, or perhaps the other way around, she felt her foot stepped on. "Ow!" she cried.

"Sorry," Joe mumbled, "sorry."

He swept past her. Incredibly, she saw that he was at the head of a congo line of beautiful females. Eight girls followed him, all imitating his erratic, comical dance steps, so completely out of tune to the ballad now playing. Laughing and shouting gaily, they were all having the time of their lives. Susan realized that it was probably not so much Joe's personality that they followed as the bulge in his pants, which had reached gargantuan proportions. The girls seemed to be the ones doing the steering. They pointed Joe towards the shadows off the dance floor.

Susan felt very lonely. She tried to join the congo line, but the last girl shoved her away. "Eight is enough!" she snarled. So Susan hung back and followed the line at a distance. She was curious to see what would happen. The troop entered the shadows of the restaurant section of the nightclub, now closed for business. There, the women pushed Joe to the floor and fell on top of him, tearing off his clothes. They were like a pack of wild animals. When Joe's cock was revealed, they all gasped.

"It's so big!" one female breathed. "I knew it was big, but not that big!"

"It's absolutely huge! I get it."

"No way!" the petite blonde said. "It's mine! I danced with him first!"

As one group of girls fought for ownership of Joe's cock, the others argued over his remaining parts. Two girls without panties competed for the right to sit on Joe's face. They had a veritable shoving match. Another trio tried to divide up his feet equally among them.

"I have this foot. You'll have to take the other one."

"Get away! I already have this foot. You'll have to share with her."

The scene was so unreal, it was comical. Yet, Susan was too astonished to smile. One of the women spotted her as she hovered around the periphery.

"Who's she?" she asked the girl beside her.

"I don't know, but she looks like a cunt."

"Hey, you, get out of here!" another woman shouted at Susan, waving her away indignantly.

Susan had no wish to join that riot of flesh. It was too competitive for her taste. She only wanted to watch, half out of curiosity, half out of a proprietary interest in Joe, but it appeared she was not welcome to do even that. Reluctantly, she turned around and walked away, heading back for the dance floor. Watching that mob of women devouring Joe had not calmed her arousal. If anything, the itch in her cunt had grown even more intense. She desperately needed to find a man to scratch it.

On her way past a dark alcove, she heard a soft moan. She stopped and squinted into the shadows. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she recognized Tyrell with a half-dressed Oriental girl. He was thumbing her small tits, making the nipples hard. It was the girl who had moaned. She seemed to be enjoying Tyrell's attentions, so much so that her pussy, visible beneath her miniskirt, was staining the leather sofa she lay back on with a steady secretion of juice. Her eyes were closed as she fingered her own snatch. She didn't see Susan, but Tyrell noticed her. His white teeth lit up the darkness as he smiled at her.

"Hey, baby, how's it going?"

Susan shrugged. "Okay, I guess."

Tyrell didn't seem angry with her for dismissing him earlier. If anything, he seemed delighted to see her. He read the look on her face correctly, because he said the right thing, "Wanna join us?"

Susan's loins lurched, hungering, yet she hesitated. She looked at the Oriental girl, who was staring back at her with her pretty, almond-shaped eyes. "I wouldn't want to intrude on your party."

"It's okay," the Asian girl said. "We can make it a threesome."

Tyrell didn't hesitate to encourage her. He grabbed her by the waist and gently sat her down between them on the sofa. She did not protest.

"I knew you were one horny cunt when I first spotted you. I just knew it."

Without asking for permission, the Oriental girl's hands slid up Susan's thighs and yanked her panties down to around her knees. She inserted a finger into her cunthole.

"Oh!" Susan cried.

The girl was real eager. Only eighteen or nineteen, she obviously hungered for anything sexual. Though she lacked the expert style of a veteran like Maria, she knew where Susan's clit was and fingered it with enthusiasm, tormenting her with pleasure. Susan watered and squirmed in response to the delicate massage.

Tyrell, meanwhile, had removed her dress. He pushed her back against the sofa and devoured her tits. He gave her hard nipples big, wet licks. His tongue was warm and soft on her skin, stimulating her nerve cells. The lust in Susan soared to impossible heights. Having two of her most sensitive zones attacked induced sensory overload.

"Ohhhh," Susan moaned. "Ohhhhhhh."

Tyrell's mouth went from one tit to the other, feasting, saturating them with saliva. Then it wandered up her neck and sought her lips. He smothered her with an oral embrace. His large tongue darted in and tried to capture and swallow her smaller one.

"Mmmmmmm," they murmured in unison.

The Asian girl continued to massage her pussy, generating electricity. Her finger was like a miniature cock in there, stabbing directly towards Susan's pleasure center. Though she did it slow, Susan could feel her pre-orgasmic ache building.

"Eat me," Susan begged. "Eat me."

The girl must have had the same notion, because she did not hesitate. She removed her finger from Susan's hot snatch and replaced it with her tongue. The change sent a thrill coursing though Susan's nervous system. That soft tongue darted in to wiggle her clit and slurp her juices.

"Ohhhhh," Susan moaned, and thrust her hips toward that greedy mouth.

Susan's hands were not idle. She had never made love to a black man before and was eager to investigate the rumors of their size. As he kissed and licked her face, her hands went down to his pants and struggled with buckle and zipper. Yet, when she finally freed his cock from his pants, she was disappointed. She held a tiny limp noodle in her hands, not an elephant trunk.

Tyrell broke away from her lips to look at her. He could see her disappointment and was amused. "I bet you thought it was ten feet tall, huh?"

Susan could not respond. She did not want to admit that she had fallen victim to that stereotype.

Tyrell smiled at her. Her thoughts were visible to him. "It's inflatable, you know."

Susan got the hint and went to work. Her mouth took in his entire limp length. She pulled and sucked with ferocity. Her teeth and tongue massaged his sensitive underside, tickling him, making him shudder and squirm. Susan was great at sucking cocks. Soon, she felt that warm member begin to swell in her mouth. That inspired her to double her efforts.

"Oh, baby, you're doing it now!" Tyrell cried. "Go on, suck that cock to life!"

Susan continued to suck and the cock continued to grow, inflated by a steady infusion of blood. Tyrell's dick was now so hot it started to boil her saliva. Soon, it filled her entire oral cavity and Susan was impressed. The tape measure of her tongue estimated it to be seven inches in length. Not huge, but respectable. She grabbed it by the trunk and began to pump it in earnest.

"Oh, baby! That's the way to do it. Ohhhhhhh!"

"Mmmm," Susan murmured. Sucking a cock and having her pussy eaten were two of life's greatest pleasures.

The Oriental girl was really licking her clean. What the young woman lacked in experience, she more than made up for in virginal energy. Her mouth siphoned off Susan's juices, stimulating even more production. What she couldn't swallow, dribbled down her chin. Susan knew she was ready to cum, but with an extreme effort of will she forestalled it. She wanted the carnal bliss to last forever.

Tyrell, on the other hand, could not hold off his orgasm any longer, nor did he want to.

"I'm cumming, baby," he groaned. "Get ready for me, because I'm cumming. I'm gonna squirt liquid love in your mouth. Ah ...ah ...ah ...ahhh!"

Tyrell's discharge exploded into Susan's mouth. If she hadn't received early warning she might have drowned. There was simply so much of the stuff. She swallowed as much of the hot cum as she could, savoring its salty sweetness. The excess oozed out of the corners of her mouth, and there was a lot of excess. Tyrell continued to pump more "liquid love" into her oral twat. He was holding her head in both hands now and thrusting upwards from his seated position. His face was a study in pure ecstasy, though, if you didn't know any better, you would have thought by his expression that he was in terrible pain. He rode his sexual culmination until the throbbing subsided and finally stopped. Susan, who had been holding her breath during the entire episode, swallowed the last of his sticky emission and gasped for air as he withdrew his semi-limp dick from her mouth. Tyrell laid back in utter exhaustion.

"Oh, baby!" he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief at the experience he had just gone through. "Oh, baby!"

Susan could tell he was going to be out of it for a while. She now turned her full attention to her female partner, who had changed tactics.

The Oriental girl had stopped licking her pussy and was now turning her over onto her back. Susan's head came to rest in Tyrell's lap, covering his tired member with her long auburn hair. The Asian completely removed Susan's panties and slid out of her own miniskirt. Except for the high heels both females wore they were now completely naked. Susan admired the young woman's small tits and delicate curves. The girl lowered those curves onto Susan's body. Warm, sweaty flesh pressed together. Their inflamed pussies made contact and Susan shuddered. She was still very sensitive down there from being licked.

They kissed. The younger woman's tongue snaked its way into Susan's mouth. Her own tongue did not try to elude it. They tasted each other. The two organs performed a wet, sensuous dance. Their slippery contact ignited sexual fireworks that rocked both of them. Susan felt a wave of heat burst forth from her cunt and spread throughout her entire body. She thrust her pelvis up towards her partner's, begging her to resume what she had started.

The girl heard that silent plea. She broke away from the kiss and held her torso up by her arms. She ground her pussy against Susan's, thrusting into her as if she had a penis.

"Oh!" Susan cried.

"Yeah, Kristy, that's the way to do it!" Tyrell shouted.

So the young woman's name was Kristy, Susan thought.

Kristy continued to thrust into her. Her small tits jiggled delightfully over Susan's slightly larger ones. Susan cupped the soft, quivering mounds with her hands as she enjoyed the ride that the Asian girl gave her. At this point, though her eyes remained open, she could see nothing beyond her own pleasure. She had been close to orgasm when Kristy had stopped eating her pussy. Already sensitized, she once again found herself on the brink. Kristy was merciless when it came to rubbing her hot, dripping snatch against her own. Susan's breathing became faster and more strained.

"Do it to her, baby!" Tyrell yelled. "She's close. Don't stop now. Do it to her hard!"

Susan could feel his cock stiffening beneath her head. Apparently, watching the love play of two ladies stimulated him, reawakening his interest. He pinched Susan's hard, swollen nipples as he shouted more encouragement.

"Fuck that cunt, Kristy! Fuck her good! Send that cocksucking bitch to heaven!"

Those words, spoken at just the right moment, had their intended effect on Susan. The last of her barriers was swept aside. She could not hold off her orgasm any longer. Her back arched and stiffened as the explosion burst forth from her clit. Wild surges of electricity shot through her system and fried her nerve endings. Her eyes and mouth went wide as if in shocked pain. Ecstasy paralyzed her body, numbed all awareness of the outside world. For a moment, she could not speak, could not even breathe, and then a piercing scream tore loose from her throat.

"Aaaaaaaaaa—!"

Tyrell, alarmed, clamped his hand over Susan's mouth, muffling her. A scream like that could be heard around the world. He did not want to be kicked out of the club by the bouncers. Susan bucked and thrashed under his hand and Kristy's body. She no longer had any control over herself. Tyrell and the other woman kept her pinned down for her own good. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the storm abated and Susan calmed down. She lay back in utter exhaustion. Tyrell cautiously removed his hand from her mouth. Susan did not scream. Instead, she let out a long, winded sigh.

"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"

Kristy kissed her. "Did you like that, honey?"

Susan did not hear her and so did not answer her. "Oh, man!" she repeated, shaking her head from side to side. "Oh, man!"

"She's out of it, baby. You sent her to Never Never Land. Come on, lets you and me get it on. Watching you two made my dick hard again."

Susan was so amazed at the fuck she had received that she did not feel Tyrell climbing out from underneath her. She did not see him take off his pants and mount Kristy from behind. She did not hear Kristy's sharp cry of joy as that beautiful ebony shaft invaded her pussy and her spiritual being. She did not feel Kristy kissing her lips and face as she finally received her own long-awaited orgasm minutes later. Susan's mind hovered above them all in heaven. Her world was separate from theirs.

After recovering, Susan bid the couple goodbye and went out to her car to wait for Joe. It was a long wait. Resting with her eyes closed, she mentally counted down how long it would take each of eight women to mount and fuck Joe's twelve-inch cock. It was longer than even she could imagine. Hours later, near closing time, he came shuffling out the side exit, his face haggard, his hands holding his crotch as if to protect it from further use. He opened the passenger side door and collapsed into his seat with a grimace and finally a deep sigh.

"I'm never having sex again in my life," he said.

Susan smiled. She knew that that wasn't true. She could tell that he had enjoyed it—up to a point.

Joe suddenly noticed something. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

Joe pointed. "That there."

Susan followed his finger and finally saw it. A piece of paper was stuck between her windshield wiper and the glass. Its printed side faced inward and on it were pictures of naked and half-naked men and women. It had been there forever, but she had not noticed it. She opened her door and retrieved it, looked it over.

"What is it?" Joe demanded.

"It's a flier for a new sex club that's opening up next month. Planet Erotica, it's called. 'No Dress Code,' it states."

Joe grinned. "We'll have to go down there."

Susan looked at him sharply. "What happened to your vow to lay off sex?"

"Well, as long as I do it with only one woman at a time, it should be all right."

Susan matched his smile. She was just as eager to explore new sexual terrain. "Okay, then. Let's call it a date."