I sat on the edge of the vinyl bed and looked at the two naked women grinning at me from the doorway: Mia Mills, whose husband Ron had just fucked me rather artfully, and her lover, Katie Bancroft. If you want to know how I came to be in this situation, read Part 1 of this story, First Time in Jos's Sex Club. There are another three earlier chapters - Hot Hitchike, Introduction to an Orgy and Mikey and Me, which describe how I became part of the underground gay scene as an 18-year-old in Perth, Western Australia, circa 1975. With my buttocks, hole and thighs smeared with lube, I took some tissues from a dispenser on the wall and cleaned myself up. The women were whispering and giggling to each other while Ron, rather ungallantly I thought, wiped his cock on my discarded jock strap. "Well thanks very much," I said and grabbed it from him. He shrugged, got up from the bed and stretched. "I'm bored," he told his wife. "I'm going home. Are you coming?" Mia shook her head. "No, thanks." Ron shrugged again and left. "Christ, he can be a charmless cunt," Katie said, not quite loud enough for Ron to hear as he walked down the passage to the club's main room, which was now pumping out sound like a nightclub. "But he's my charmless cunt," Mia said. "And he's rich and doesn't mind that I want to fuck every healthy man and woman in town. And right now I want you to fuck me on the that filthy bed." Mia grabbed Katie and dragged her to the bed where Ron's and my coupling had left a pool of sweat, lube and cum. As I left them, they were smearing it on each other tits and tongue wrestling. Back in the main room, the music was pounding, some of the fitter guests were dancing hard, lots of people were trying to talk above the din but, to my surprise, there was little sex going on - nobody on either of the octagonal vinyl beds and nobody in the sling. It looked more like a nightclub for nudists than a sex club. I found my friend Paul, who was standing at the bar with a beer, a red handkerchief tied around his neck to indicate he was not interested in action. "I thought everyone would be fucking by now," I shouted above the music. He laughed. "Just because you couldn't wait to unload doesn't mean everyone else does. People want to get in the mood. Even Mikey's taken only one cock and that was because the ex-footballer had to leave early. I saw Ron Mills leaving as well. Did you upset him?" "Nope," I said. "He fucked me quite nicely, dumped his load and then announced he was bored. Mia stayed though." Paul laughed. "Yes, Mia's a player with plenty of stamina. She'll fuck Katie for a while and then try to persuade some of us gay boys to ride her. She usually succeeds. I remember she took an impressive double penetration last year from two boys who I reckon had never screwed a woman before in their lives. There's definitely something about her." There was also something in Paul's grin and I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. "And you? You and Mia?" He sniggered. "Oh yeah. Sorry if that disappoints you. She particularly likes me to give it to her up the arse. She just fancies me. Can't blame her!" I snorted and put my hands on my hips but my show of outrage made Paul whoop with laughter. "Take it easy man! You've just fucked the husband, I sometimes fuck the wife." "But I thought you were gay!" "I am. And I mostly drink beer, but occasionally I like a glass of wine. Don't get stressed about it." I couldn't explain why I was angry. Yes, I was very fond of Paul and I loved being fucked by him but we weren't man and wife. We both fucked around. But when I look back on it now I realise I was bit frightened of Mia and intimidated too. I didn't want her as a rival. I was still staring at Paul trying to work out what to say when I felt a warm finger slide between my buttocks and press against my hole. I gave a yelp and turned to find a sweaty middle-aged man leering at me. "Word is that you like cock," he said. "I have cock." He flipped a thick tool out of his Y-fronts and waved it at me, although his beer gut did its best to block the view. "No thanks," I said and quickly took a red handkerchief from the bar and tied it around me neck. The man looked like he was going to argue but then shrugged and moved away. "You just knocked back one of the most senior government officials in the state," Paul said. "I'm desperate but I hope I'll never be that desperate." My much anticipated first time at the sex club wasn't quite what I'd anticipated. The men weren't as good looking as I'd hoped, the sex, my coupling with Ron aside, was almost non-existent and the atmosphere so far was B-grade nightclub. I sighed and leaned against the bar. When someone cupped my buttocks and kissed the back of my neck, I spun around ready to give them a blast - but it was Jos, smiling slyly. That usually meant either fun or trouble, often both. "Hello my darling. I understand you fucked Ron Mills so completely he had to go home for a lie down. What a slut you are." I smiled back. "Isn't that why I'm here?" Jos nodded, still smiling. "Exactly. And it's time to earn your keep and my respect. Things are a bit slow for some reason. It seems the only horny person here is that fat idiot who runs the Premier's office and all the people he wants to fuck don't want to fuck him. But if someone put on a really good show, it would get everyone in the mood." He looked at me with one raised eyebrow. "What kind of show?" "Oh you know, you and Mikey on the big bed being serviced by ... well, let's say about four hunks." "Are there four hunks here?" I said sarcastically. Jos sniggered and tilted his head to the end of the bar. Four muscled young men were watching us and with them was Mikey, his eyes wide and bright. He mouthed two words at me: "Come on!" I looked at Jos and he gently untied the red handkerchief and kissed me. "That's my boy. You'll enjoy the hunks. They're my ... you might say they're my private stash." He giggled and popped a capsule in my mouth. It was probably a bennie and although drugs aren't really my thing, I liked the buzz - and it made me horny. How long were Mikey and me on the bed? I can't be sure but we certainly got the party started. My memories are mainly fragments that, when put together, make up some kind of filthy, multi-coloured, psycho orgy: me on my back with my legs over the shoulders of a hunk, watching his face contort as he shot his load into my arse, Mikey being spit roasted by Paul and a hunk while jerking off the fat public servant; a slim young man I hadn't noticed before fucking me while simultaneously being fucked by a hunk, the young man's face twisted by both pleasure and pain; Jos ejaculating over my face and then licking off his cum; and everywhere, cocks, cocks, cocks. Men shot their loads on to my stomach, my mouth, into my hair. They sat on my face and moaned as they came with me rimming them. I took so many cocks in my arse that at one stage I had to get off the bed and shit out all the cum. And near the end of it all, as I lay on my back and someone I recognised as a news reader was trying to fuck me for about the third time, a beautifully rounded, hairless arse lowered itself onto my face. But there were no balls and no cock, just the pink, wet lips of Mia's cunt. Before I could react, my nose was pressed against her arse hole, my mouth covered by her pussy and she had reached around behind her to support my head and was grinding herself against me. When I pushed away her arse to take a breath, I could see cum leaking out of both her holes, so Paul had been right - what Mia wanted, Mia got. The news reader gave up trying to enter me and staggered off to the bar, exhausted. Mia turned around and lay on top of me and the soft warmth was nice. "We've both been busy," she said. "You even outlasted Mikey - he's lying down in a corner with a red hankie. But I'm still horny." Her pupils were dilated and her face a bit slack but she still looked hungry and with one smooth movement she drew up her knees, sat upright and slid down on to my still erect cock. "Mmm, nice," she said, her eyes closing. "You do such good work with your arse that people forget you've got a great cock." She started to rock and with her left hand she massaged her clit. Her right went behind her and stroked my balls before she slid two fingers into my hole. I'd cum only twice that afternoon, once with Ron and once with a hunk, but that had been at least 90 minutes before. To my astonishment, I started responding to Mia. As her rocking became more urgent, she told me to hold her tits and as she picked up speed she croaked, "pinch my nipples". I did as I was told and Mia bit her bottom lip, opened her eyes wide, arched her back and came hard. She gasped and leaned forward to rest her head against mine but I was close as well. I grabbed her buttocks and thrust into her urgently and as she licked the rim of my ear I unloaded into her. "Jesus Christ," I breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." She laughed, kissed me and got off the bed. I noticed her legs were shaking. "Well, that's me done." She smiled and winked. "Mission accomplished." I lay on the vinyl bed for a while, completely drained. The party was breaking up, the music was quieter, people were saying their farewells and I wanted to go home. It was only when I heaved myself on to one elbow that I saw Paul sitting on the edge of the bed. "That Mia, eh?" He laughed, reached forward and patted my cheek and then kissed me. "When you came in her, you achieved the status of a world-class hypocrite."
