All-girl orgy

CHAPTER FIVE

Carlene decided that I had to be more open to her states in sex too. It couldn't just be a one-way street, she told me. And I had to go along with her. After all, I didn't dislike men. They could be all right and fun when you were in the mood.

But Carlene told me I had to get in the mood. Tomorrow night we were going to go to a singles bar and pick up some men, she told me. We were going to get fucked. Both of us. I was going to get my pussy filled with some throbbing meat.

Well, I wasn't exactly thrown into a coma over the idea but then I didn't look forward to it with all of my heart either. I was willing to do it for her sake, though. She had been quite a good sport about the enema and all of that.

So the night came and we went out together. Both of us were looking just fine, I thought. We were looking sexy and ready for some action.

We went to the bar she knew. She said it was nice. It had live music and there was a good crowd there, not quite as many losers as you found in some of the others. I didn't quiz my daughter too much, but I got the impression she knew her way around most of these places, which meant that she had probably got laid a helluva lot of times.

Still, she was grown up now and it wasn't for me to tell her what she could do and couldn't do. I decided. I would just have to go along with it. I was going to be a modem mother. Here we were out together to get picked up, after all. That was pretty modern stuff. I would never have thought of doing that with my mother.

We went into the dark, crowded bar and made for the bar to get some drinks. Carlene ordered for us both and handed me mine, I was a little nervous and I drank it up quickly. There were a lot of men staring at me, winking and smiling and licking their lips like I was some sort of meat on display for all of them.

"You've been here before, I guess, Carlene?" I said to her.

"Oh yeah, a few times, when I've been home or in the area," she said.

"Yeah. And you like it, I suppose," I said.

"Right?"

"It's an okay place. You get a nice mixture in here. You never know who you are going to meet on any given night."

"Yes, that's right," said a man standing behind her. "I bet you didn't know you were going to meet me here tonight."

"Eavesdropper," Carlene said, turning to see who it was talking to us.

He was a good-looking man in his mid-twenties. He was wearing jeans and a denim jacket. His hair was blonde and wavy. Carlene glanced at him too and she seemed to be impressed by his looks. She looked to sec what my reaction was. I was smiling, looking the young man over and I was also impressed by his good looks.

"You won't take any offense, will you, ma'am?" he said to us.

He had a southern accent, I noticed at once, but a nice, soothing one.

"I don't think we will, will we, Carlene?" I said.

"No, I don't think we'll bother being annoyed at anything like that," she said to him.

"Can I buy the two of you ladies a drink?" he said. "You happen to be the two prettiest ladies in this place tonight, yes sir."

"We haven't finished these yet, actually," Carlene said to him.

"I've finished mine," I said. "You'll just have to learn to drink faster, girl. Haven't I taught you anything, for gosh sake?"

She winked at me and laughed and nodded her head up and down.

"Come on, the night is not getting any younger you know, and neither am I. You don't want to be rude to this nice man who wants to buy us a round."

"No, no, I wouldn't want to do that to him," she said.

The man smiled broadly when he heard this. He moved up and put an arm around the both of us. My daughter drank what was left in her glass and then the handsome, blonde-haired man ordered all of us another round to drink.

"Let me introduce myself to you girls," he said. "My name is Duane. Duane Whitlock. I'm from the great state of Alabama. Either of you girls familiar with that part of the country?"

We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.

"No, I don't think I am," I said to him with a smile.

"I'm sure that I'm not familiar with it," Carlene said.

"Well, that's too bad. I'm sure I can remedy that somewhat, though," he said. "Now why don't you ladies tell me what your names are?"

He moved closer as we spoke to him now.

He was really looking us over now. He was smiling and nodding and probably thinking about which one of us he would rather fuck first.

He actually moved closer to me now. I was a bit surprised since my daughter is younger. I don't know if she's sexier but she is younger.

As we were introduced to him, he bowed and shook our hands.

"Very pleased to meet the two of you, I must say," he told us.

"What are you doing in New York, Duane?" Carlene said. "It's quite a long way from your home state, isn't it?"

My daughter shot me a look, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"I'm just trying to get my career off the ground, to be honest. I'm an actor. There's not a whole lot of opportunities in that profession back in Alabama. So I made my move to the Big Apple. Me and my brother. He is also an actor. And what about you ladies, hm? What are you all doing to pass the time here?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I realized there was nothing I felt like saying on this particular subject to him. It was better to leave it a little anonymous. After all, we weren't taking up with someone like Duane for conversation.

But Carlene didn't seem to mind talking about herself. Except that I didn't recognize the her that she was talking about. She seemed to be making it all up as she went along. Maybe, I thought, this was her regular style when she was in this part of situation. She would say things that she figured would make her sound more interesting. I couldn't figure it out myself. She might well have had a different story for every new man that she met. It showed just how serious she took these pickups. If she thought that she was meeting someone that she would actually want to have a relationship with then I guess she wouldn't lie to them or she'd be caught eventually. But if she knew almost in advance that she would never see these bozos after one night then she was free to say anything that came into her mind and fantasize in front of these guys.

Duane was listening to her but he was getting closer to me all the time.

His interest was becoming a little bolder now, I thought.

He put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. I smiled back. Then he glanced at Carlene who was still talking. I didn't want him making Carlene mad. It was flattering that he might pick me over her but I didn't care enough about him to want to compete with my daughter and make her look bad. Certainly not.

And then that problem was solved when I saw someone come up and tap him on the shoulder. It was a man doing the tapping, I saw when I glanced up.

He turned and smiled and nodded to the newcomer.

"Well now, ladies, let me introduce my brother to you. This here's Carl. He's the ugly one in our particular family," he said with a laugh.

Carlene and I both looked at him in amazement for a moment until we realized that we were looking at identical twin brothers.

"Yep, that's right, we're twins," Duane said to us. "This boy follows me everywhere I go. It's easier for him than buying a mirror, I guess."

They both laughed and punched each other on the arms.

"Oh shit, Duane, I didn't follow you nowhere," said the brother. "I was coming along this way before you even mentioned it once."

"Well, okay, brother, if you say so. We won't argue about it," Duane said.

Carl's voice was a little higher-pitched than his brother's, making him sound younger. But that was just about the only thing that let you tell them apart, aside from the different clothes they wore. Naked and silent it would have been impossible.

"Say, aren't these just two fine and beautiful ladies, Carl?" Duane said to him.

He nodded his head. "Yes indeed, they sure are that," he said.

"Right beautiful women, that's what they are. Beautiful and sexy. And the two don't always go together, no sir, they really don't."

Duane urged his brother towards Carlene. Then we were properly paired off and we began talking privately, in couples. I gulped my next drink down and allowed them to get me another. I was determined to have a real good time.

I decided it was a good idea, this one of Carlene's. It was too long a time since I had had a really good scene with a man, let alone a handsome one, and let alone a foursome like this. It might just turn out to be very interesting, I thought.

I looked at Duane and tried to imagine what he would be like in bed. I tried to imagine what his cock was going to feel like. He was a big, strapping guy and I figured that he was probably pretty well-hung. If I'm going to go ahead and get fucked by a cock, I usually figure it might as well be a big one.

We drank for a time and then we moved down to the tables near the two musicians who were performing. They were singing folk songs and the audience seemed to be enjoying them pretty well, singing and clapping along with them.

We all drank some more and talked when our voices could be heard above the music and the clapping from the audience there. They were really getting wild.

I kept glancing at my daughter to make sure that it was all all right. I didn't want her to be bitter about Duane, the first guy we found, going to my side.

But it didn't make a lot of sense for her to be annoyed about it. She had the other one and he was identical in looks, anyway. Duane was probably a bit more of a showoff and had more personality to spare than his twin brother did, but it was only a minor difference, I thought. Their cocks were undoubtedly the same size.

Anyway, Carlene seemed to be happy enough with her guy so I stopped worrying about it.

She was clutching at his brawny arm and hugging him off and on as they talked.

I smiled at her. Duane was watching them too and he grinned.

When the musician stopped playing, Carlene brought up the subject of dancing. Since this was to be her night I couldn't object to her ideas.

And so, the next thing we knew we were off to a disco, the four of us.

"It's a rock disco," Carlene said to me. "You ought to like it. The music is good and there are all sorts of weird people there."

"It's okay with me, darling, whatever you think is best," I said to her.

We walked together as we entered the place. The two twins were just behind us. They were talking together too. I glanced back to see what they were up to but they were whispering and I couldn't hear anything.

"How are you and Duane getting along?" my daughter asked me.

"Oh, fine. He's fun to talk to as long as we're talking about him. He hasn't asked me a question yet, which is something of a relief. I don't want to think about anything tonight. I just want to enjoy it, you know."

"Yeah, that's the right attitude, Mom," she whispered and then glanced back at the two of them again. "This is going to be fun, I think."

"Yeah, I think so too, darling," I said to her. "I can't wait till we get home. I hope the four of us go to one place together."

"Of course," she said. "That's where all the real fun begins."

The noise level inside the rock club was ear-shattering but I tried not to mind. I didn't want to seem older than I was, after all, with three younger people in my group. No, I wasn't going to he looked on as some kind of a square. No way. I was going to be just as hip to it all as anyone else in the place.

The crowd was a mixture of long-haired teens from the suburbs and trendier types with close-cropped hair and black leather. Some older citizens in dresses and suits and ties were scattered here and there as well. My heart went out to them.

The music was fast and furious. I knew I had a little too much to drink. I felt a trifle dizzy as all this was happening. The room seemed to swirl around and around me. But I didn't want to sit down. I was enjoying myself thoroughly. My new life had started tonight. My new life with my daughter and men. I was still what I was but I felt this was going to open me up to more fun and a broader spectrum.

After dancing through several records with an identical heat, we lurched towards the bar and joined my daughter and Carl. I was surprised to see my daughter grabbing the boy and kissing him quite passionately. But I shouldn't have been surprised. My daughter was a very passionate person. She took after me that way.

At last they broke apart. Carlene saw me and waved and smiled.

"Well, are you having a good time?" she said to me.

"I sure am. I am having a damned good time," I told her.

"That's good. So am I. Carl here is really something," she said. "Gosh, I'm so glad we happened to run into these two, aren't you?"

"Sure I am," I said. "He's something else, don't you think?"

I put my arm around Duane and patted him on the ass a couple of times.

We drank and danced and talked for another half hour and then we all agreed to go back to the apartment since it was closest to where we were.

In the back of the taxi, Duane put his arm around me and kissed me. I liked it. I cuddled against him and when he kissed me again I slid my tongue into his mouth. We grappled excitedly for a minute or two. Carl and my daughter were doing the same thing right there next to us. It was a pretty wild scene in that back seat.

Carlene leaned over at me and smiled at me.

"Well, how is everything going now?" she asked drunkenly.

"Oh, just fine, really fine and dandy," I said to her with a wink.

She was giddy. "Yes, the same thing here," she said. "Hey, slide over. Let's switch partners for a minute for comparison."

I laughed at this and nodded my head at her.

"Okay, let's do it, baby," I said. "I don't mind."

Carlene slid over me and took Duane into her arms. They kissed wildly. Carl shrugged his shoulders, sighed, and grabbed hold of me. I opened my mouth to him and we tried to outdo the other two in the passion sweepstakes.

I felt dizzy with lust and I was ready for just about anything.

We entered the apartment. We were back to our original pairing now.

Carlene told the boys where the liquor was if they wanted any. But she and Carl were already moving in the direction of the bedroom by that time.

"Come here now, beautiful," Duane said to me, laughing. "Come here!"

He grabbed me in his arms and then led me over to the couch.

We plopped down on the cushions and began kissing again. Duane unbuttoned the top of my dress and pushed his hand down inside, feeling the large, full titties. The nipples immediately began to harden for him and he fondled them.

"Mmmmm, that feels sooo nice," I sighed at the young man.

"Of course it does, baby," he said. "Everything I do to you is going to feel nice, let me just tell you that, okay?"

"Mmmm… that sounds so good to me, honey," I sighed.

He ran his hands over me and shivered with lust when he did it.

"I wonder what those two in there are up to," I said with a laugh.

"I don't give a shit about them, baby, with you here," he said. "Shit, you got yourself some really beautiful titties, let me tell you that."

He was using both hands to get my dress open. He deftly lifted my titties out of the top of my dress and let them bob into view.

"Yes, I think they are pretty nice," I said with a sigh.

I shivered as a wave of lustful excitement passed through my body.

"Yeah, yeah, just gorgeous, baby, just perfect," he said.

My tits jiggled and trembled. He stared at them reverently for a few moments. Then he was gently touching them from underneath. He shook it slightly and then watched the way that it continued to jiggle and bounce for a moment more. He lightly grazed the nipples. They were thick and a dark red hue, surrounded by wide red saucers.

Duane kissed me on the neck. I shivered. He tapped at my lips and then, with a wink, moved down to my chest. I let out a violent gasp. I took his head in my hands and guided it to my bobbing titties. Duane took a nipple between his teeth and bit down on it till I was shuddering wildly in reaction to it.

Then he released the grip and soothed the throbbing nipples with his wet tongue. He wrapped it around it, licking and sucking on it.

I sighed, murmuring, aroused.

"That feels so good, so very good," I moaned, pushing my fingers back through his golden hair. "Oh yes… yes, yes, it does…"

He kept up a steady attack on my plump titties.

He continued to unbutton my dress. The buttons went from the neck to my knees and he had several more of them to go. I was naked underneath except for a pair of pink panties.

My knees knocked together and then opened as I felt his fingers grazing my flesh, opening the dress wider and wider all the time.

"Oh yes, you're a mighty beautiful woman, yes you are," he whispered at me. "Wow, the two of you are pretty fucking gorgeous, that's for sure."

He slid his hand into the opening of the dress and laid his palm against my belly. It quivered beneath his touch. He smiled at me. I must have looked almost frightened as a wave of lust slithered through my body.

He rolled the hand around in a circle against my belly, gradually widening the arc till he was sliding his palm across the crinkly ball of fur covering my cunt.

He slid his hand under the panties now. This was starting to get good, I thought.

My cunt was already wet, there was no doubt about that at all.

And I could tell that it was going to get much wetter in the moments ahead. It was going to get soaking, if I knew anything about my cunt, and I did.