Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

"You'll never make a true swinger, Martha," they told me. "You have to leant how to control yourself. Make it last for hours and hours. You take sex like some people eat breakfast. A gobbler. Slop it down. But you can't be like that. You have to be a gourmet with sex, honey. A dabble of this, a taste of that, to savor all the sweetness of the entire meal."

"How can you stop yourself when you have an orgasm?"

"Nobody can tell you that, Martha. You just have to learn to pace yourself. That way you get a whole night of sex instead of a few minutes."

"Could I take a pill or something?"

"They don't make pills for that, honey. And that's why so many married people are bored. One of them fucks real quick and gets satisfied, while the other one goes around frustrated most of the time. It takes practice, just like good music or anything else."

That all sounded good, but I figured they were right about my failure. When I got hot, there was no power in the universe that could stop me from having an orgasm! Sure, it would be great to be able to fuck all night the way they did, but I guess I just wasn't cut out to be one of them.

I did have one thing in my favor, however. After a good screw I always felt totally satisfied, yet it doesn't take long before I'm ready for seconds. In a way I suppose I was better off than the members of the club because my way brought explosive satisfaction while they had hours of little popcracker sex. So I didn't make the team and they didn't invite me as a permanent member of the club, but I did spend the rest of the night watching a lot of fuckers. I was somewhat disappointed because I didn't get to see a horse fuck a woman, and in fact I didn't see much of anything except regular sex.

"Most of that other stuff is on film," they told me, except they didn't show any of it. There were some albums, and I looked through those, but the pictures were mostly of giant cocks and pink cunts, or people screwing in all sorts of positions. There was one set of photos that got me going again. A big German shepherd dog, with a pecker as red as a watermelon, was fucking a real young Korean girl. You would think a dog cock that size would split that little girl right in halt but from the expressions on her face in that set of photos, she looked like she was having one hell of a good time! And that Goddam dog had a contented look on his face.

At least one nice thing happened from that party even though I didn't get to be a member of the club. Doreen, the supervisor, asked to have me transferred to her department. I liked that idea since Cassandra wouldn't talk to me any more. And besides, David Jones worked there. He used to play football with Syracuse and there were excited whispers in the building that David had a pecker like none other. A huge, black, heavy-veined cock that would do justice to a bull.

I sure intended to get a peek.

I was disappointed when David Jones ignored me. It was a blow to my pride, really, because David was black and I was white. Our generation still has some nutty idea that any black guy would give his left nut for any white girl. But, of course, those values are gone forever. Now a boy and a girl have to meet on equal terms and decide if they like salt and pepper. And David didn't like me. Can't say as I blame him very much, either. He was a big football hero with a magnificent build, tall, muscular, filled with the zing of life, while I was just another pretty girl trying to get in his pants. It became a sort of challenge at first, and after a couple of weeks it became an obsession to me. I even thought of sneaking into the men's room, hiding in one of those terrible little rooms, and peeking out to see his big black cock. And I wasn't alone. Lots of us girls giggled about it, and dreamed about that prick, and we all envied Madelaine Emerson. She was the black girl from the payroll office, and she was getting laid by David. She wore one of those highblown Afro hairdos and she had a nice trim figure, but she looked like a walking jewelry store. Rings and bracelets and beads and chokers and bells; she wore them all and she tinkled when she walked. Lots of the men in the office had the hots for her, but those two – David and Madelaine – were real bastards. They were in love and they didn't fuck around, and it drove us all crazy. It just didn't seem right to have a straight couple working in an office these days. There was something obscene about it, a throwback to pre-war days, as though they were trying to drag us all back to the morals of a lost era. But nobody got to fuck them. It made most of the office people mad, but it made me horny as hell. I just had to see a great big black cock to settle the curiosity in my imagination.

Of all the people to help, I never counted on Doreen. I was really dumb as I was finding out.

"Sure we can get David," Doreen told me. "In fact I wouldn't mind some of that black stuff myself."

"But thought you were a… well, you know, somebody who likes other women?"

"That's for sure, honey. But even a lesbian likes to get fucked by a man once in awhile. Sort of keeps the edge on, you know?"

"Does it feel good when a man does it to you?"

"In a different kind of way it does," she frowned with the thought. "You've heard about guys in the service without women, how they let some cocksucker fix them up? Maybe that isn't what they really need, but it does the job for the time being. And it makes them appreciate a woman even more when they get one. Same thing with us lezzies. We need sex all the time, and we need a little change of pace once in awhile. Nobody can eat steak every meal, right?"

"I'm learning something new every day," I laughed. "But how can we get into David's pants?"

"Well, he's a real straight guy as you know, Martha. But that broad of his, that Madelaine, is a gold digger. She's got David buffaloed but she ain't shitting me at all. I'll bet that broad would fuck a tiger if we bought her a little gold trinket."

"So what's that got to do with David?"

"You're a funny bunny, honey. All ready to screw the world and yet you don't know a damn thing. Can't you see? If we get to Madelaine it'll be a cinch to get her boy friend."

"I'm gad you got me in your department, Doreen. Maybe one of these days I'll stop acting like a kid."

"Don't knock it, Martha. Some people get turned on by innocence."

"I'm not very innocent. Rut I sure am stupid sometimes."

"We're all innocent, Martha. Every time we try a new sex partner we're innocent. We don't know a damn thing about somebody else's reaction, or the touch of their body, so we go to each new sexual partner as a virgin. That's why everybody likes a strange fuck. There isn't anybody in the whole Goddam world would rather fuck his wife instead of a strange piece of ass. Same with the wives. And there ain't nothing wrong with sex. In fact sex is what makes the world go round. It's the only thing that makes anybody really filled with pleasure."

"I wish you were my mother, Doreen."

"Maybe I should take offense at that, honey. I'm not that old, you know."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Didn't you like your mother?"

"She was a bitch. Skinny as a rail, with a vile temper, and she beat me so many times I lost count. She was always drunk, and had these bums coming to the apartment to screw her, and they had real knockdown and dragout fights all the time."

"You ever see her now?"

"Not if I can help it. I can't forget that Goddam Russian sailor."

"Why, what happened?"

"Oh, I was about nine years old, and she picked up this ugly Russian in one of those grimy bars she went to. That was okay because I was used to that. But this guy drank vodka like crazy. He stayed for two days and they both got stinking drunk, running around naked and fucking on the floor or on the table, wherever they damn well pleased. Mother didn't give a shit what happened as long as she had a full bottle to guzzle."