Chapter 1

“Hey, come with me, June-girl!” Vanessa said. “This’ll be fun! And you could use the money, right?”

She was my best friend. We were almost the same age ... she was twenty-one, a half a year younger than I was, and we worked together in the same office building and had lunch together sometimes. She was the one person who I never thought would invite me to an orgy, although I knew that she was no prude, with all the cleavage she liked to display, and the skirts she wore that displayed a great pair of legs. When she first proposed it, I was about to give her a flat “No,” but at lunch the next day, I was full of questions.

“This orgy thing? I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I’ve had sex before, but not with a lot of strangers! Are you sure they’re all disease-free?”

“It’s a condition of membership at the Midnight Club, June-girl. They all get tested when they join, and they promise not to have sex outside the orgies unless it’s with the wives they bring. And they get a check-up every month. You’ll be safe as houses, as long as your birth control is good.”

“No problems so far with the IUD, and I don’t have any nasties. I was checked last week, when I had my physical, and I haven’t slept with anybody since then.”

“Give me the test results. I’ll send them on to my contact, and they’ll let you play.”

“But what if I meet somebody I know? I’d be mortified!”

“That’s why everybody will be wearing masks! Unless you have a tattoo or a noticeable scar, they won’t recognize you. And you can wear something that covers it up, if you want. As long as your tits and snatch are open for business, nobody will care.”

“Well, a hundred dollars isn’t much compensation for being fucked by a lot of guys.”

“It’s not the money, really. These guys are good at getting you off, believe me! You’ll get at least three or four orgasms, too! After these guys cum, they spend their ‘recharge time’ getting you to cum, too. Tongue, fingers, toys, sometimes two or three guys all at once making love to your body. Gals, too! Believe me, you’re going to have a smile on your face as big as Texas when the night’s over!”

“Who’s in this club, exactly?”

“A few dozen men. And women, too, although not as many. I’ve heard that some of them are couples, maybe even married, but they don’t talk about it. Most of them are complete strangers to each other, which adds to the spice, right? Social standing, wealth, and all ... they leave that at the door. When they’re at the orgy, all they are to each other are cocks and cunts and tits.”

“All right. I’m in! Anything else I should do?”

“Take a shower before I pick you up. Shave your pubes if you do that. I mean, it’s not a requirement, and a lot of the women have hairy muffs. But you’re probably going to be getting a lot of head, and the guys don’t want stubble, right?”

“What do I wear?”

“Anything you like. You’ll be mostly naked, anyway. Just wear what you think you need to cover your tats or whatever. I’ll just be wearing a sleeve to cover the one on my upper arm.”

“I don’t have any tats.”

“So you’re good, you can be as bare as you want. I’ll pick you up on Saturday, at six.”

And that’s how it started. The idea intrigued me ... an orgy with a couple of dozen masked men and women. And they would pay me, too! The way Vanessa explained it, there were more men than women in the club, so they would pay some women to join them for an evening, just to even the gender balance. When Vanessa came into the office the day after her first one, she was grinning all morning. When I asked her why, she told me that she’d just been screwed by a half a dozen guys, and pleasured by more than a couple of women. She said she’d had three thunderous orgasms, and more smaller ones than she could count.

I asked her who these people were, and if I knew any of them. She told me that she didn’t know, that they were all wearing a head covering that hid their hair and most of their face. That was part of the fun. She knew that one of the men was her boss, since he was the one who invited her, and she recognized him by the cut of his beard. And she was pretty sure he recognized her, since they worked so closely together. So they fucked, mostly out of curiosity. She said later that they’d always been wondering how good the other one would be in bed. And now they knew.

As for the rest, they were complete strangers to her. That was part of the attraction ... that and the hundred bucks she received when she left the party. When I told her that a professional hooker would probably have earned five times as much, she said that she was really getting paid in orgasms, and how can you put a dollar value on that? “Hell, we should be paying them!” she said.

After I told Vanessa that I was in, I spent the rest of the day wondering what the orgy would be like. I went home with that thought buzzing in my head. Over dinner, my dad asked me why I seemed so distracted. “Oh, it’s just something that came up at work,” I said, and that answer satisfied him. It was just the two of us at the table. We lived alone, my mother having died when I was sixteen. My dad never remarried, and didn’t even want to go out on dates anymore, even though he was in his mid-forties and in pretty good shape for a guy his age. His only social activity was to play cards every weekend with some friends.

He didn’t say any more, but that was just his nature. He never talked about his friends or his work, and he never asked me about mine. He knew I had an active social life, but never pressed me on it. For all he knew, I could have still been a virgin.

I wasn’t, though.

By this time, there’d been six guys I’d slept with. I never brought any of them home, though. And I never developed more than a fuck-buddy relationship with any of them. I didn’t even want to. They were just cocks to me. I wondered what would happen if I got serious with a guy, and wanted to set up housekeeping with him. I knew that my father, for all his reticence, would miss me if I moved out. Well, we’d deal with that when it happened, I thought. At that point, all I wanted was a good fucking now and then, with no strings attached. And that was why Vanessa’s proposal seemed so attractive.

Our dinner finished, Dad and I watched a couple of shows on television for a while, as usual. But I excused myself early and went to bed. He gave me a good-night kiss on the cheek, like he always did, but they were quick pecks, and he’d jerk back as soon as his lips made contact. Again, that was his way. He’d been like that ever since my mother died.

What I really wanted to do at bedtime was to masturbate while fantasizing being fucked by a bunch of masked strangers. I found that imagining myself with older men, experienced and courteous, turned me on even more than being fucked by young studs. Maybe people like my own dad.

All right, I’m not going to bullshit you. His penis was the first one I’d ever seen. It was five years ago, the summer after I graduated from high school, but I remember it like it was yesterday. He’d left the bathroom door ajar, and I walked in to see him stepping into the shower. He was semi-erect, sticking out but not pointing up. My bathrobe was open, and he caught a glimpse of my pussy and tits before I closed it.

Covering his front with a towel, he apologized to me at the same time I apologized to him. We had a good laugh ... the first good laugh he’d had since Mom passed away ... and I backed into the hall, closed the door, and let him finish showering. He came back out wearing his bathrobe, and went straight to his room to dress. As for me, I went into the bathroom, closed the door, stripped off my robe, and rubbed one off in the shower while the image of his cock was still fresh in my head.

It was just after that episode that I lost my virginity. I had to find out what a cock felt like inside me, so I got some birth control pills and, two months later, seduced a guy I’d gone to high school with. It didn’t hurt much, and satisfied my curiosity, but I cut him off when he said that I had to be his girl, and nobody else’s. Even then, I knew that I wasn’t going to be one man’s woman.

But I’d often wondered what it would be like to fuck my father, to feel that cock sliding into me, and to make him happy in a way he hadn’t been happy since my mother died. I’ve even flirted with him a little, but I got no signals that he was interested, and I chalked that up to him being so strait-laced and conservative that the thought wouldn’t have entered his head. But that never discouraged me from masturbating to the movie in my head, the one where I was eighteen again, making love to him, giving him my virginity, feeling his cock pumping inside me. The fantasy I was re-playing right now.

The idea was so hot that I left my toys in the drawer and got myself off with just my fingers, my right middle finger plunging into my snatch like a piston while my left hand pinched my clitoral hood and kneaded the little bud underneath. After the climax hit, I just lay there a while, breathing slowly and brushing my slit, my hard nipples tenting the top sheet. At that point, nothing would have made me happier than to have a guy there, ready to enter me and start a slow, steady fuck. Well, that would have to wait. It certainly wasn’t going to happen with Dad.

Vanessa picked me up right on time. Daddy and I had already had an early supper, since he was eager to get to his Saturday night card game. He was already gone when Vanessa pulled up and I piled into the car. I noticed that there were towels on the front seats of the car, and wondered why. She was wearing a pink arm sleeve that covered that tattoo on her upper arm. She was also wearing the same thin tank top I’d seen her in that afternoon, but he’d left the bra at home, and I could see the bumps of her nipples and the way her boobs sagged and moved without support. I caught a whiff of the scent she was wearing. Musk and roses. And to my surprise, I found myself a little turned on by the sight and smell. Maybe it was a reminder of what the next few hours would have in store for me.

“Did you shave?” she asked.

“Just this afternoon, when I showered,” I said. “Legs, too. You?”

“No need! I had it all lased off this spring.”

We parked near the brownstone house and walked a half a block to the entrance, and pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door unlocked with a buzz. As I stepped into the vestibule, I was greeted by a tall man, stark naked except for a red mask that covered his head down to the top of his mouth, with only slits for his eyes. If the mask had ears, it would have looked like Batman’s, except that this mask was soft. He was middle-aged, from his general body shape, with a light covering of brown hair on his chest and pubes. His cock, protruding from a thatch of dark brown hair, was semi-erect, with a nice curve to it, and I wondered how long it would be before that cock was inside me, and what it would feel like there. Well, that’s what I was there for, wasn’t it? He gestured to a door on the left, and we went into a room that had a row of lockers.

The first thing that caught my eye when I entered the room was a woman, naked and similarly hooded, sitting in an armchair. Her eyes were closed, her legs were splayed wide and she was masturbating, plunging a glass dildo into her hairy cunt while her other hand was fondling her left breast and pinching the fat nipple. And there was an unmasked woman there, too, an older woman with short blonde hair, stripping and putting her clothes into the locker. (I learned later that there was an identical room for the guys.)

I’d never seen a woman masturbate before, and I watched in fascination as the inner lips of her cunt followed the dildo as it moved in and out. “Am I supposed to do this now?” I asked the blonde woman.

“Oh, no,” she replied. “Not unless you want to. Elsie just likes to get her motor going before she joins the fun! She likes to hit the ground running, so to speak.” Sure enough, Elsie shuddered as an orgasm hit her, and she let out a little squeak. Smiling at us like the cat who ate the cream, she stood, licked the dildo clean and put it into her locker, locked it, and departed through a second door in the room.

“You’re new here,” the blonde woman told me. “Just put your clothes and stuff into any open locker. Don’t wear anything that would identify you, like a wedding ring or a watch or jewelry. There’s masks for you, in the box there. Pick any color you like!”

“I’ve been here before,” Vanessa said. “But June...”

“No names!” the woman said. “We try to stay anonymous. You can call me Loretta. That’s not my real name, of course. And Elsie’s not her real name either. Here, let me help you with the mask. You stuff your hair up there, like this...” She demonstrated on her own mask. It went on my head easily, since my hair is cut pretty short.

Then the three of us stripped completely naked (except for the masks, of course). Well, not completely ... I had a black velvet choker on my neck, and Vanessa still had on her arm sleeve. I’d seen her almost nude when we went to the beach last summer. We were both wearing bikinis that didn’t cover much, so we knew what each other’s bodies looked like. Now she was looking at my breasts, and I suddenly felt very self-conscious of how they looked -- small enough that they hardly sagged at all, with very erect brown nipples and one areola distinctly bigger than the other. Vanessa’s boobs were bigger than mine, but not by much. But now I was looking at her nipples, too, which were pale pink, just nubbins on her coaster-sized areolas. Loretta was grinning as she looked at them. Her own boobs had a distinct sag, and the stretch marks on her abdomen told me she’d had a kid or two, and probably breast-fed them from those plump nipples. “Gee, my tits used to look like yours once!” she said to Vanessa. “But I have no regrets! I’ve fed two babies and had a lifetime of fun with them!”

“The babies, or the boobs?” Vanessa asked.

“Both!” she replied.

Vanessa’s pubes were as bare as mine, of course, while our new friend still had a neatly trimmed blonde bush that obscured, but didn’t hide, her slit. “Well, we’re ready. Let’s go play!” She said. From the locker, I took the key, which was mounted on a sort of watch-band, and attached the band to my ankle. Loretta gave us each a kiss on the cheek, and we opened a door that led into what looked like a very dimly-lit ballroom, where soft jazz and incense wafted through the air.

What a sight! Every wall was mirrored, so we could see ourselves fucking and being fucked, and it looked like a hundred people instead of a few dozen. I saw more than a dozen king-size mattresses on the floor covered with silk sheets. And there were tables that had bottles of water and massage oil for everybody who wanted it. And naked men and women of all colors, ages, shapes and sizes laying on the mattresses and fondling each other. I saw Elsie riding a man’s cock cowgirl style. Loretta was right about her! She must have mounted the guy the second after she entered the room, impaling herself on the first hard cock she came across. She glanced up at us and winked.

There was also a row of coffee tables and chairs on one wall, where people sat and chatted with each other. And there was an open bar there, with bottles of wine already open for us. The curious thing was that some of the men had flaccid penises, as if they weren’t turned on by the lewd behavior they saw all around them. But when I saw a woman seated on a chair by the men’s entrance, in the only brightly lit spot in the room, I found out why.

Her ample breasts were covered in puddles of cum, from her throat on down, centering mainly around her nipples or dribbling down her cleavage onto her belly. I saw a man come through another door, the twin of the one I’d just walked through. His cock was erect. He walked up to her and, as we watched in fascination, he offered the cap to the woman, who took it into her mouth and snaked her tongue onto the underside of his cock. After a few seconds of the artful oral sex, he withdrew his cock and masturbated directly onto the shelf of the woman’s left tit, just below the nipple, adding an impressive load to the gleaming streams of cum. He must have delivered five or six squirts, each one accompanied by a growl from the man. Then he put his cock back into the woman’s mouth and she sucked the last of its sperm from it as it softened.

“The guys all do that when they arrive,” Loretta told me. “That’s so they can give us girls the attention we need before they get hard again, so we can be ready for cock. And our hostess loves the look of cum on her tits! And the smell!”

True enough, she was smiling broadly as she greeted us. She was the only one in the room not wearing a mask, and her long ash-blonde hair was beautifully curled. I couldn’t help but notice that her bush was somewhat darker, and her legs were opened to display a lavish amount of inner labia, glistening with wetness, with a clit that was already on display. She waved us over.

“I can see why some of the men are soft,” I asked her. “But some of the men are hard now. Didn’t they ... do it to you?”

“Yeah, but those guys are on Viagra. They cum, but they don’t get soft. Then they need a little time to get really horny again, like all the other men. You’ll see a few of them at the bar over there.” Well, that explained why the man Elsie was riding had a hard-on.

A man came over to me and said, “Hello! I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. Call me Eric! Would you do me the honor of getting you started this evening?” He had on a brown mask and, naturally, nothing else. Vanessa kissed him, and then kissed me, and made a bee-line for one of the men sitting at the table. She obviously had a favorite fuck here. He got up and hugged her hard, and then I lost them in the crowd.

Eric was of medium weight and build, and his flaccid cock was uncut, dangling above a ball sack that hung low. His eyes were blue, and what hair I could see was light-colored. His hands were tanned, and I could see an area on his left ring finger that wasn’t tanned. So he was probably married, or had just separated. Was his wife here as well, being fondled by another man? Vanessa had said there were couples here. Sure enough, a woman with small boobs, a brunette by the look of the thatch on her cunt, was eyeing me with a half-smile as the man was talking to me. The thought of fucking a guy while his wife watched put a thrill in me. Already I could feel my own cunt moistening as he led me to one of the vacant mattresses.

He said he was going to “get me started,” and that’s exactly what he did. He started with kisses, from my mouth to my neck and down to my breasts. “You have the most lovely nipples!” he said. “May I suck on them?” I squeezed my breasts in answer, and he took a nipple into his mouth and gave it a flick with his tongue as I pinched the other one. Somehow he knew that my nips needed care at first, and he gently sucked on them as I fondled his soft dick and hairy balls. His kisses proceeded down to my navel and then to my mons.

“May I kiss your beautiful pussy?” he asked. I answered him by laying on my back and spreading my legs. Vanessa was right. This guy knew what he was doing! Soon his tongue was dancing up and down my slit, separating the lips and plunging into my hole. Nobody had ever eaten me out before like that, or even tried very hard to. I was getting close to an orgasm, and closed my eyes as his tongue teased my senses.

And that’s when I felt two mouths on my breasts, sucking at my nipples. I opened my eyes. It was a younger man and a woman with a slight paunch. The man was already semi-erect again, with pre-cum glistening from its tip, and the woman’s full boobs were swinging slightly as she crouched. That’s all I could see of them before my climax hit. The first climax of a long, long evening.

I reached out with one hand and grasped the man’s half-hard cock. My other hand went to the woman’s right breast and squeezed it as she sucked my tit. Hers was the first breast of another woman I had ever touched, and I marveled at its weight and softness in my hand, the stiffness of the dark brown nipple, almost an inch long and begging to be squeezed. And this was the first time I felt a woman’s mouth on my breast instead of a man’s.

And I felt Eric’s body sliding up mine, his kisses going back up the trail he blazed earlier. As he reached my breasts, my companions relinquished them to him and went to the mattress next to us, where they began to fuck missionary-style, the woman’s long tan legs wrapping around the man’s hips as he slid into her. My companion kissed my tits, went to my neck, and finally gave me a kiss full of tongue. “May I fuck you now?” he asked. His voice was husky now, and his eyes were different, somehow smoky with lust.

I reached down for his cock. It was now fully hard, and I guided it into my vagina. It felt heavenly. Not too long or thick, and he seemed in no hurry to ejaculate, since he’d already cum once onto our hostess’s tits. Instead, his prick gave pressure on all the walls of my tunnel, front, back and sides.

I said “Let’s ‘cowgirl!’ That would give me more control, yes?” Briefly uncoupling, we rolled over so I was on top. I sat down on his cock and used it like a meat toy, grinding it, bending it, using it on every square inch of my vadge that it could reach. I was heading into another climax as he suddenly gripped my turgid nipples and gave them a tug, pulling my breasts into cones. I gave a shout as I came again, and I heard a round of applause from the other people in the room. I heard somebody say, “Good going, new girl!”

Vanessa came over to me with the man who’d greeted her. He was old enough to have a small paunch and a little gray hair on his crotch. His cock was long but limp, probably due to him having just filled her with his cum. Indeed, there was a trickle of it running down the inside of her left leg. “I think you’re enjoying yourself!” she said with a smirk. “I don’t think you’ll be sorry you came!”

“Boy, did I cum, and I’m not a bit sorry!” I replied, and we laughed.

Her friend said, “May I join you? I think that Pamela here has had enough of me, and wants another penis to play with.”

Pamela? Of course, she wouldn’t use her real name. Well, two can play that game! “Pleased to meet you!” I told him. “I’m ... Gwen. I’ll be glad to help you get hard again!”

“Thank you very much! You can call me Bob!” he said as he lay down next to me and hugged me. Vanessa went off to play with another couple. That woman was on her back, with the guy on top of her, and Vanessa oiled her front and glided her breasts over the man’s exposed back. Another man approached them, his cock hard and ready. Vanessa rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and let his cock enter her bald snatch, her slim legs wrapping around him as her hands gripped his butt. My new friend and I watched them as we kissed.

“What would you like me to do to get you back into the game?” I asked.

“I would love it if you would blow me,” he replied. “Would you do that for me?”

“Of course,” I replied. “How would you like me to do it?

“Let’s sixty-nine. I love eating another man’s cum out of a pussy as lovely as yours!”

“You on top?”

“No, you, please. that way, I can see your last lover’s cum dripping into my mouth from your beautiful pussy. I love that! And you can see a lot more of what’s going on around you. Part of the fun here is watching other people screw!”

“Fine with me,” I said. And I straddled him, my crotch directly over his mouth, and used my Kegels to squeeze what I could of my previous lover’s cum onto his tongue. Then I lowered my pussy onto it, letting him taste all of me as I sucked on his soft cock. I’m tasting Vanessa’s pussy juices there, I thought. I wondered what it would be like, tasting them directly from her cunt? The thought had never occurred to me before, but now I wanted to see if I could get her into bed some time.

Bob started to respond to my blow job with amazing speed, his cock getting harder but not much longer. Well, it was long enough before, I thought. It’ll do fine. Meanwhile, his tongue was dancing all over my cunt, and I was lubricating like crazy.

“I’d like to finger-fuck you,” he said. “May I?”

“That would be nice! Let me be on the bottom for this, okay?”

He slid out from underneath me, and I lay on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could, pulling my protruding lips apart and exposing my hole. With his tongue returning to its place on my clit, he slid the middle finger of his right hand into my cunt and probed for my G-spot. It didn’t take him long to find it, since I was already thrumming from my last orgasm. I felt another one coming on.

“More fingers!” I yelped, and he added his index finger, stretching me. “More!” And there were three fingers, flexing as they fucked me, his thumb grinding into my clit and flicking it back and forth. God, he knew what he was doing! I let the next orgasm sweep over me. I was crying with tears of joy, mewling like a kitten.

“I’m hard again,” he said. May I fuck you, Gwen?”

I nodded, and he straddled me on hands and knees, his hard cock only an inch away from my cunt. I guided it to my entrance, and felt the cap pressing against it, ready to glide into my wet snatch.

And that’s when I saw something that took my breath away ... a scar on the side of his neck, mostly straight but with a little J hook at the bottom.

I’d seen a scar just like that before.

Many, many times.

On my father.

And as I felt the cap of his cock pressing against my hole, I suddenly realized what was happening. Those card games? Those were never card games. They were orgies.

And that half-hard cock I’d seen that day in the bathroom and seen in my fantasies whenever I wanked myself to sleep? It was right there, in my hand. And rock-hard as it began to slip inside me.

He must have felt me startle, because he asked, “Are you all right, Gwen? You just tensed up a little.”

I should have said, “No, Dad! I know who you are! This isn’t right!”

But I didn’t.

At that point, I needed cock. His cock. And it was right there. My father was going to fuck me! My fantasy coming true! And he didn’t even know who I was!

And that’s how I passed through the first door.

“Go ahead,” I whispered, and I felt it slide into me, filling me, thicker than the first guy’s cock. I felt another orgasm coming ... I couldn’t help it ... and let it seize me as he pumped. I felt his weight on me, I felt his balls slapping against my asshole, I smelled his sweat and his aftershave -- my father’s aftershave, whose scent I knew well because he’d been using that brand for years. No doubt about it. It was my dad. Fucking me. And, I must say, doing a damn good job of it!

It didn’t take him long to climax, squirting his cum into his daughter’s cunt. Did he really not know? He hadn’t seen me naked since I was a toddler, except for that glimpse at the bathroom door a few years ago. The thought of him unknowingly fucking his own daughter sent another thrill through me. Not an orgasmic one, but the kind you get when you know a juicy secret that somebody else doesn’t.

And then, as we kissed and I felt his dick slip out of me, Vanessa was there again, this time alone. She kissed me. I saw her breasts dangling, flushed red from her latest orgasm, her nipples now engorged and hard. “How are you doing, girlfriend?” she whispered.

“Hug me,” I told her. Dad ... Dad! ... rolled off the mattress, gave us each a kiss and was gone. Vanessa took his place, and we hugged, tit to tit, cunt to cunt, and mouth to mouth. “Oh, Vanessa!” I murmured.

“I’m Pamela here, remember”

“Screw that! That guy you just brought me, the guy I just fucked?”

“Bob? Sure! He was good, wasn’t he?”

“He’s my father!”

“Get out!”

“He is, I swear! I just fucked my Dad! I just fucking fucked my Dad!”

She was quiet for a moment. And then she softly said, “June-girl, are you okay with that?”

“I guess so. I mean, I never dreamed I would actually fuck him. I’d be lying if I told you I never thought about it. Him so lonely, me so lonely. There were times I’d be lying in bed, wanking, and I’d be thinking of somebody like him. You know, older, well built, kind and considerate...”

“Well, here he’s ‘Bob’ and he’ll be fucking every girl who lets him. Are you okay with that, too?”

“Why not? He’s a grown man. It makes him happy. And he’s a damn good lover, too!”

“I know,” she said. “I just screwed him myself, remember?”

“I know! I just tasted your pussy on his cock!” And we laughed.

She gave me a French-kiss which startled me. “She wants to fuck me!” I thought. Well, what was wrong with that? I kissed her neck, and smelled that scent of musk and roses again, this time mixed with the aroma of her pussy. This time it filled me with lust for her. I looked into her eyes, and saw that look of lust there, too. She wanted to fuck me. And I realized that I wanted it, too, from the second I felt her tits press against mine.

And the laughter turned into kisses, and the kisses turned into fondling, and the fondling turned to fucking with my hand on her cunt ... the first cunt I ever touched that wasn’t mine ... and her hand on my own. And I felt another barrier giving way. I’d crossed one line already by making love to my father, and the next one, of making love to a woman, seemed easy now. Once again, I was ready to acknowledge something that had always been a part of me, but which I’d denied.