Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

There seemed to be more people than there actually were, for the ceiling was low and covered with a mirror, affording a clear, exotic view of everyone in the room to anyone who was lying on his back, smoking or resting.

The room was completely void of any furniture except for an occasional throw rug in black or white that was carelessly lain on the black mattress that covered the entire room.

Shoo-Fly and his friend made their way across the room trying not to disturb any of the sensually entwined bodies and situated themselves in one comer, away from the mass.

Torchy, moaning softly, her long, black hair falling half-way down her back, made a rush towards a group of three, two men and a woman, who were making love on the other side of the room. She dropped down beside them, and without saying a word, began caressing and kissing the nearest body to her, not caring whether it was a man or a woman!

Cynthia sat down on one of the rugs and lit another joint, puffing lazily, letting the smoke circle her head like a mushroom cloud and propped her head up with one hand. Al dropped to the floor beside her, hesitating for just a moment to see if she would voice any objection. She liked to smoke and relax before actively joining into any of the activities. She found that watching the others make love stimulated her own desires and aroused her to such a degree that she was a solid mass of nerve-ends, electrifying waves of passion shooting through her whole body.

When her eyes became a bit more accustomed to the darkness she tried to find Frankie among the assorted groups of bodies that were sprawled here and there, but it was impossible.

She lay completely back and looked up at the ceiling, and there he was, reflected in the mirror, also lying flat on his back, his arms and legs spread out at 45 degree angles, the redhead bending over him, running her fingers and tongue over his body.

She watched fascinated as she took another deep drag on her cigarette, and she could feel a tightening in her stomach as she could not take her eyes off this strange woman making love to her man! She twisted her body slightly as the redhead's mouth closed around Frankie's erect penis and she began sucking noisily, greedily, like a starved woman. She could see him raise his hips, trying to force more of his manhood into her eager, moist mouth, his own mouth opening and closing with short, hot gasps as she mouthed his hard phallus. Cynthia was so caught up in what was going on that she barely noticed Al's hands begin to run over the full, smooth curve of her breasts and begin to massage the soft, supple flesh between his fingers, pinching at the nipples until they stood up erectly, proudly.

"Aaaaggghhhh," she moaned softly, wriggling her body underneath his touch, but not taking her eyes away from the spectacle she was viewing on the ceiling mirror. She could feel the desire building up in her own body, wanting, needing, but completely oblivious to whomever it was creating this desperate urge. Al rolled his body over so that he lay pressed tightly against the length of her body and she could feel the beat from his erect, thick penis as it jerked against her hip. Casually, she let one of her hands close around his thick, throbbing staff and massaged it gently, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the hardened pole of flesh.

Frankie looked as though he were about to climax when the redhead stopped her voracious mouthing and moved up his body until her legs were straddling his hips and she lowered herself onto his long, thick penis. She saw his mouth open in a gasp as she bucked up and down on his body, pounding her hips against his then pulling up so that only the head of his penis was buried in her vagina. He was twisting underneath her, grabbing at the flesh of her hips in an effort to hold her down on him so that she couldn't pull away. She knew from her experience with him that he was close to his orgasm, that he would not be able to hold off much longer. This thought brought the tight feeling between her own legs to a breaking point. Al was running his hands over every inch of her flesh, kneading it, massaging, making it tingle with an aching desire. Her grip on his penis tightened, squeezing it harshly until he moaned in pain. He pulled at her body until they lay face to face and she could no longer see what was happening between Frankie and the other woman, but at this moment she didn't care. She knew that Frankie would be spent in a few moments, and she was just beginning to build to her own climax.

Al's fingers dug into the soft fleshiness of her buttocks, pulling the cheeks gently apart until she could feel the thickness of one finger search out the tiny, elastic hole of her rectum. She ground her hips into his, feeling the length and hardness of his penis slide moistly, hotly between her tightly clenched thighs. His finger inched its way into the tiny passage of her anus, impaling her, holding her skewered like an apple on a stick. She reached down between their legs and guided his jerking penis to her other channel and tried to ease her hips up slightly in order to give him better leverage.

"There… there… that's it," she moaned softly as she felt the giant prick slowly work its way into her hot, moist channel, the walls of her vagina closing around it like a smooth, fleshy blanket. The pain of his roughness at her backside subsided as she wiggled up and down on his prick, her fingernails digging harshly into his back, scratching at the hard, muscular flesh. She could feel the flood of her orgasm about to spill and she pushed down roughly on his cock, until she could feel its entire length filling her right up to her belly.

"Aaaggggghhh… yes… now," she gasped as her vaginal walls began a rapid contraction around his thick, pulsing manhood.

"Now!" was all she could muster through the narcotic haze that hung over her mind. Her words and her passionate grabbing brought him to the brink of his own satisfaction, and as she ground out her climax he felt the boiling of his sperm as it shot deep into her waiting, aching vagina.

"Yes… yes… I'm cumming… I'm cumming too…" he groaned, feeling the contractions and the jerking inside her until his penis went limp and flaccid and slid out of her, semen still oozing from the head.

They collapsed next to each other, not looking at each other, because it didn't really matter who it was that had satisfied them, not caring about anything except that they were satisfied.

When she opened her eyes and looked up into the mirror, the others were lying, as worn-out as she, except for Shoo-Fly and his partner who were still queering each other and he still had his dark glasses on!

She glanced over and saw that Frankie and the redhead were lying side by side on the other rug, taking drags from the same joint. She knew that he had not even noticed her presence in the room, he had been too involved with his new lover. She wanted to go over to them, but she knew that this would only anger him, so she got up slowly and walked out to the kitchen.

In the hallway she ran into Carla, an older woman who had been a successful stripper at one time, but the years of late hours, too much booze and dope had taken their toll and she was haggard and emaciated.

"You look a little frazzled, kid. Just been back in Shoo-Fly's joy room?" she asked.

Cynthia nodded. "I no sooner get satisfied in one way that I'm hungry in another!"

They laughed and walked in to the kitchen where there was a buffet set to feed about one hundred people.

"Pot sure makes me famished," she said, helping herself to a sandwich.

"When are you going to try the 'real' thing," Carla asked.

"Try what?" she replied.

"Heroin… horse," she said, "Come on. I'll fix you up. It's really the greatest!"