Part 2

The things that I learned about Ms. Sex during our time under the same roof were astounding. You may have read about some of those in the first part. If you haven't, please do take the time to see how I got hear at Part II.

Ms. Sex (XXX SEX at that) was as over sexed as I am. The physically attractive 24 year old woman was more than good in bed... on the couch, floor, shower and bent over the kitchen table to mention but a few of many places she liked to get it and give it. One of her more delightful erotic quirks was for me to place just the swollen head of my cock between her labia while she watched my face and masturbated her clit. As soon as her climax began it was my job to push my dick in and begin pounding into her honey hole while she 'came'. She loved to test my willpower and was keen on anticipating the orgasmic penetration that surely would follow. That form of masturbatory sex and resulting intercourse provided deep erotic satisfaction for both of us. (Ladies, try that sometime with a very special man... you wont regret it.)

She had fucked me loopy in the ocean at Captiva Beach Florida and more than a few times in the apartment complex's lit swimming pool late at night. The under water lighting showed us silhouetted clearly to anyone that cared to look down from the upper floors!

Apparently one gentleman did so with binoculars. When he brazenly informed Ms. Sex of his observations she took the time to be as bold and fucked him by way of honorable mention. She surprised the 'come' out of the lucky fellow. Hoisting her skirt, she quickly screwed him in the elevator. The woman was so enamored of orgasms and the activities that led to them that she mentioned at least a few times while 'coming' that she wished to have an erection in her pussy 24 - 7.

It appears that through my efforts and her own clandestine ambitions she nearly did have 'round the clock cocks in her vagina and elsewhere.

Ms. Sex also seemed to have a steady supply of illegal Mexican "knock off" Quaaludes as well as Margie-wanna and Valium. It didn't dawn on me to ask where she got her, "I need to fuck somebody... any body" sex pills. Frankly, I was afraid to ask. They had been outlawed stateside for years, yet she always had quantities ranging from a fistful to a Mason jar supply on hand.

She had her 'sources' I learned a little too late. One of those was a penny ante Mafiosa type. He owned a parking concession in one of Miami Beach's more prestigious hotels.

Ms. X did not earn a lot of money as a model or from working behind the counter at a ritzy Miami Beach salon. The pills that she consumed like M&Ms... even when received from a 'friend' were not cheap. The supplier was among other things a smuggler. He was entitled to his pound of flesh for the risks he took. Her flesh in particular!

He was apparently a decent lay and worth her eager indulgences. That was fair trade as far as she was concerned. She walked away with her goodies and a good climax to boot! They usually consummated the deal with a fuck in his unlocked office below the hotel.

If he had friends or staff in the office when she arrived it blew Ms. Sex's libido to bang all of them. Screwing complete strangers en-masse boosted her ego as well. She did like entertaining the troops... more about that as I move along here.

By her own admission the result of a nude parking garage soiree with four guys in her at once was a blast. She had one in her twat, one in her ass, another in her mouth and the last of them in her hand. If there had been a fifth man he would have had to settle for a tit fuck she supposed. (Marilyn Chambers... in "Behind the Green Door" didn't do it any better!) That day saw her driving from the hotel with a generous load of pills and new tires on her little Chevrolet. The concession owner had scoured the garage and found a similar car and swapped those sneakers for her bald tires. He "borrowed" the tires, rims and all. She was that good of a fuck that he wanted to please her beyond the lewd and libertine sex she'd given. That was not her first nor last gang bang.

That was NOT a fair trade for the poor bastard driving home on her slick rubber. The least she could have done was to have "balled" his brains out too in exchange for the hastily swapped wheels.

At first I was reluctant to believe a warning to "Be careful" with Ms. Sex from her closest girlfriend.

The girl admitted to lesbian tendencies and told me of her own intimacy with Ms. Sex herself. They'd been into each other's pants for years. Hmm, my ladylove was slightly bi-sexual... nice to know for future reference.

Instead of heeding the warning, stupidly I inquired about a threesome. The lesbian though flat chested was tall, willowy and extremely pretty for any straight man to admire.

She shot me a withering look and said, "That aint gonna happen, get your head out of the sewer for a moment and listen to me! Our mutual friend and lover is going to hurt you... BIG time. She can't help it... that's just how she is!" I was too square to be a player in Ms. Sex' league and too nice a guy according to her.

I chalked up her admonitions to lesbian jealousies. She had bluntly told me that my bed buddy was fucking multiple "buddies" as well and probably doing so as we spoke.

I, on the other hand, am not a jealous type. I did not own the pussy I was gleefully fucking and 'coming' in! Ms. Sex owned it and if she wanted to describe her ongoing dalliances while we were screwing... she might just turn me on to a point of fucking her 'luded out pussy non-stop for hours, maybe even for days. Okay, so I am a bit perverted in that oddball arena, I like to exercise my voyeurism whenever a female will allow it!

I can be broad-minded to the point of being flat headed. That translates to being naïve and not being wary when it was most needed.

That night with Mr. Rumplestiltskin hard and shiny in Ms. Sex' talented hand... I was anticipating another round of wild screwing. I broached the subject with my marvelous piece of lovable ass. Without letting on where or from whom I had learned of her extracurricular banging I asked the naked woman if she'd tell me in graphic detail about the current swords she'd been swallowing and cocks she was still pleasing. I tried to make it clear that to hear about her adventures would be the next best thing to seeing her screwing someone else.

As far as I was concerned it was her pussy and whatever made her and it happy, made me happy and was okay by me. Any woman's twat was an inexhaustible resource. She could ball anyone she liked... 'and I wouldn't mind watching either'!

Old beaver breath here fucked up royally with that one. She was not happy that her secrets were out... she EXPLODED!

When the woman detonated she singed my eyebrows.

"You fucking sneaky, slimy pervert... if I had a gun I'd kill you!"

'Ooh shit, I guess cavorting in her pink romper room was out of the question for now?'

She screamed profanities while rapidly dressing. A few minutes later I heard her car squeal out of the parking lot on newly purloined tires. Slightly stunned I just hoped that she was not off on a mission to trade her ass for a revolver.

I have seen women go off rather than 'get off' and this fireworks was as spectacular as any! Hey, I liked the woman well enough to stick it out and likely 'stick it IN' when her ruffled feathers were smoothed down again.

I fell asleep that night with my spent erection in one hand and some of her raunchier photos in the other. (Including a few saucy close up shots of me in her snatch and 'coming'.) She never minded creating our own home made porn as long as her face didn't show clearly. Drag out a camera and a stiff cock and she was ready for some graphic fucking.

Ms. Sex apparently fell asleep elsewhere that night, with a nice, compassionate lesbian finger in her. In the middle of the night the pussy licking girl pal called not to gloat but to tell me where my girlfriend was and that she was okay. The lesbian (Bea) said that she had already patched things up for us... her part time lover would be home in forty-eight hours or less... ready for more cock action. She'd seen to that. We agreed then, that we could share the wealth.

My naivety was fast waning. I figured correctly that the 'other gender' girl, like all of us would take advantage of Ms. Sex' generous body while she could and then send her home. At least Beatrice would 'do the naked deed' with tender loving care.

Indeed, back home with more "Mexican fucking beans" in her bag and under her belt it was kiss and makeup and fuck and fuck and fuck some more time! We were naked and into each other's bodies (literally) for several hours without a break.

We never discussed the reasons for her tirade. She never said, "sorry 'bout that" either. I needed no apology nor did she want one from me. She was in the process of draining and shriveling my prostate to the size and shape of a raisin. Ouch that hurt so good! I don't know how many times we 'came'... all I know was that she seemed insatiable and bent on killing me with erotic kindness. She damned near succeeded!

The sex was as varied as she knew how to do... some of it we filmed for posterity. To say that it was great doesn't half describe our fucking and sucking. Yet, it had changed in some indefinable way for me that I couldn't quite pin point.

A day after our boisterous prolonged sex-a-thon I had to drive to Jacksonville to do a publicity shoot for an insurance company based there. That early morning in bed, Ms. Sex rolled over, held her ass cheeks apart. Lifting her inviting rump she offered, "I'm gonna make you late... fuck my ass before you get dressed! No lubricants, no rubber, just stick it IN!" I did!

No kidding folks, that was some genuine 'piece of ass'!! She had the firmest and most attractively designed and tempting rump. Her ass and body were a premature ejaculator's nightmare! (She told me about one male friend that she had decided to fuck for the very first time. She had bent over to adjust the straps on her high heels prior to beginning their lusting. He saw the tempting target of her pussy aimed at him and decided to poke it straight away. Grabbing her hips he centered his erection on her lovely twat and as they say, "That's all she wrote!" He 'came' all over the outside of her pussy, never got inside even for a second! He was pissed and she was disappointed.)

I was an hour late getting on the road for the five-hour trip. I needed the time away just to let my gonads recover.

I was scheduled to return on Thursday and figured that Ms. Sex would link up with Bea for some mutual pussy slurping until then. I managed to head for home a day early.

All the way down I-95 I had a raging erection. If I were lucky I would walk in on the two sensuous women naked and "doing" each other in our apartment. Ooh doggy I could handle that!

To paraphrase the Bard... "Dream on Olwen!" Out side of the apartments on each floor is an open-air walkway. From there one accesses the front doors and one can look into the kitchen and the living room beyond from the walkway. If the shade is up the view is clear. (I tell you this for something to 'come' later.)

Arriving home after dark Ms. Sex' car was in its place yet the apartment lights were off and the kitchen shade was up. Ominously the red front door was standing wide open.

I ran up the stairs to the second floor and sprinted down the walkway. In the gloom of the living room Ms. Sex was balls ass naked face down on the floor. Closing the door behind me I flipped on a light... terrified that something was dreadfully amiss.

Thankfully the woman was breathing steadily as if asleep. There were a few notable large bruises on the inside of her wide apart thighs and a puddle of drool on the carpet beneath her mouth.

Looking between her legs there was another large pearly white puddle just below her pussy slit. More almost dried pearl drops were seen on her back, ass and legs. There was a used condom carelessly draped over one ankle!

I checked her pulse and that was okay. (The room stunk of stale beer and cigarettes, empty bottles littered everywhere. A few tiny roaches (the cannabis kind) were in the ashtrays.)

My lusty lady was down for the count, out cold! Her 'lude jar was all but empty on the kitchen counter in plain sight. My naivety vanished for good. She had thrown a SEX party with her as the sole fuckee! I wiped her face with a warm washcloth and managed to rouse her. Now it was my turn to feel pissed off and pissed on! She had allowed herself to be royally abused by so called friends. (Bea's words of warning rang deafeningly in my ears.)

I got her to her knees just as she began to retch into a convenient wastebasket. She puked her guts out. When that was done she offered a wan smile. "Mmm, hi Ron... I think you missed a good party"... she heaved again. I revisited her face with the cloth.

She was steered into the shower, wobbling and slurring her words as we went. Once there she nodded off again and had to be gently shaken back from outer space. Me fully clothed and struggling to hold Ms. Sex upright, I was getting soaked. She was still stoned to the mickey!

Blinking back to spaced out wakefulness the woman offered a lop sided grin, "I think you missed a good party last night... wanna fuck me? I think everybody else in town had a turn, you might as well too!" She tried to giggle and it came out as a gurgle.

Ultimately I found out that "last night" was two nights earlier. She had lain on the carpet for about forty-eight hours. She had pissed were she lay. The damned living room door was standing wide open since the last of her cock's men had left. Ms. Sex estimated that she had fucked about twelve of her best friends before she was too blotto to recall anyone else. More than a few neighbors had seen her there on the floor enroute to and from work. Nobody stopped to see if she was alive or not. (With one exception)!

Several high school boys spotted her very early the first morning. They made a detour from their school bound travels to take turns fucking the woman in the pussy and her ass from behind and jerking off over her. She never felt a thing. A neighbor on his way to work saw them gang banging her... said nothing as Ms. Sex was not in obvious distress and was noted for her one-woman orgies in the building. When questioned later he estimated that six opportunistic boys had their cocks in hand or in her! He figured that she was simply passively enjoying the young guys fucking the snot out of her.

Did I want to fuck her right then in the shower as we often did before? In a word... 'NO!'

I couldn't bring myself to add insult to injury. Both hers and mine! I was trying my best to retain some loving respect for the gorgeous naked woman and not take further advantage.

I scrubbed her gently from head to toes and even mixed some douche to flush the remaining crap out of her twat. Douching a standing woman is no walk in the park. I finally managed to get her bent over without falling and cracking her skull. From that position I squirted the bottle into her pussy from behind. When she was upright again I asked her to bear down. She couldn't do it right and pissed in the shower instead. We had to wait for the fluids to leak out on their own. For those into giving and getting golden showers and water sports... her very attractive twat squirting amber fluids was a turn on. I even felt my cock giving a few approving twitches and throbs at the sight... in spite of myself and her condition.

She said in a bleary voice, "Are ya sure you don't wanna c'mon and fuck me? I really am horny... I think!"

I told her that we best get her into bed and then I'd decide. To which she mumbled, "OOH, I like fucking in bed... lemme have your cock." She groped me through my wet trousers until she nearly finished the job. Shit, I almost let her!

Even without makeup and a towel wrapped around her wet head she was a beauty. A very arousing beauty at that. Once on the bed and a sheet pulled up, she was snoring within moments. Even her sleep sounds were erotic to hear, they had a distinct sexual quality. Her gorgeous figure could not be hidden beneath the thin covering. She was alluring.

To fuck sleeping beauty or not to fuck her was the gonad congestion! My erection for her said, "YES"... my sensibilities said, "NO". Pulling her sheet down for a good long soul-satisfying look at her I opted for a compromise. I slipped out of my wet clothes, eased onto the bed and straddled her thighs. With my hard-on in hand and recollections of great sex with this amazing body... know what I did? Of course you do if you are the male of the species. I slowly, very slowly I jerked off admiring the visage between my knees, savoring the effect she had on me!

Seconds before I came I leaned forward, kissed her lips, then her nipples 'til they involuntarily hardened. With my erection rubbing and thrusting against her pussy fur I let go with a massive ejaculation! I lightly petted and squeezed her breasts and dry humped her beaver's coat until I squirted, anointing her belly and fleecy blonde pubic hair.

Afraid to leave her alone for even a moment for fear that she would vomit again and aspirate possibly suffocating her, I stayed in the room on the bed. I snuck to the kitchen for a moment at a time to make cups of instant coffee. I had to stay awake.

A couple of hours into my vigil Bea showed up unannounced. She was a welcome addition to the ongoing guard duty. She was also into Goth sex long before today's sexually illiterate teenyboppers adopted it as their own. Standing at the door she was wearing all black. She had on a sheer black blouse and sheer black pantaloons displaying her nakedness beneath the fabric. The sheerness of her garments made her look rather edible.

Large dark nipples could be seen despite having less tit mass than a twelve year old. Her dark pussy fur showed through as an inviting triangle. Too bad that she was not ambidextrous where her sexual orientations were concerned. She was wearing the overtly sexual clothing as a prelude to seducing Ms. Sex. Bea did not know that I was back early and had anticipated some unencumbered loving as soon as Ms. Sex saw and complimented on her semi-nudity and helped peel off the see-through garments. That was one of their favorite seduction routines.

I could see her nipple rings glittering through her blouse... mmm, nice, firm baby sized knockers on Bea. Another erection was sprouting at the thoughts of Ms. Sex suckling those and eating the visible dark thatch adorning her crotch. 'Aw shit, cut it out man, now is NOT the time for bawdy fantasies.' The situation was too serious for that.

I did not have to do much explaining about Ms. Sex' situation. The pretty lesbian had seen it too many times before... she knew all about the self-destructive behavior. She'd been on hand before to pick up the pieces.

Our mutual lover was known for her occasional lapses in judgment due to overt horniness and the pills that went with it. She did like to get wasted and fucked multiple times while working her way to insensibility.

While sitting in the bedroom and keeping watch Bea filled me in on more things than I wanted to know. First was her own guilt for having seduced Ms. Sex into naked two woman orgies. As loving as those sex romps were Bea was convinced that she had brought our mutual lover into something she could not handle. She was ashamed for having lusted and acted on the lust. Until then, Ms. Sex had never engaged in a lesbian affair. Beatrice was positive that she was Ms. Sex' erotic downfall. The outrageous sexual behavior was all her fault... or so she thought.

I explained that, 'Ms. Sex was no doubt semi-bisexual from before you met and seduced her or she would not have gone along with your trysts to begin with then... or since. When we had our big blow up where did she go to spend a couple of nights? She could have gone to stay with and fuck Guido at the hotel. She didn't... she went straight to you for comforting and friendship. She fell asleep in your arms and no one else's. No you didn't spoil her'... it's in her genes. You were the right vehicle at the right time for her to act on smoldering hidden lesbian impulses and curiosity! She can't bury that forever no more than you can.'

Pretty, black haired Bea felt better to a point as our conversation went along. We babysat for Ms. Sex for eight more hours before she finally awoke. Christ almighty... how much shit had she done, snorted, rubbed in her belly button and consumed during her orgiastic gang banging sex party??

A while later I found out that she had been rubbing "snow" (cocaine) in her pussy for exaggerated, long lasting, screaming orgasms as well. Before she passed out Ms. Sex was wired for sound!

To lighten the heavy dark mood in the room Bea offered, "You really are a nice and decent guy Ron. You seem to understand more than I gave you credit for. Who knows... a threesome may happen one day... just don't try to POKE ME... if it does!" She was only joking. Too bad that my revived erection didn't understand her nuances.

Bea was more than nice to be with, talk to, as well as look at and have fantasy sex with! She knew that and told me that in order to please Ms. Sex... she had screwed her share of men. She wasn't apposed to straight sex... it just did not arouse or thrill her as well or completely as gay sex did. She fucked those men perfunctorily as a means to an end.

The "end" being hers in Ms. Sex' mouth and visa versa.

Those incidents were nearly always four way scenes. Two men, two girls naked and raunchy together because Ms. Sex knew how much men enjoy watching nude, quasi-lesbian antics. Bea and Ms. Sex would 'open' the festivities and then 'open' each other to the point of actually climaxing in front of the men. When they had 'done' each other satisfactorily they would then screw the guys and their flaming ready to go erections!!