Sarah's News
Sally Czarwitz was looking through the list of phone numbers for her "stable" of guys from high school. Before graduation she had anticipated having sex with every one of the 50 or so guys before heading off to Stanford. But then she had gotten back together with ,her best friend from middle school. Rather than having sex with her "stable" of guys the two of them together had been sexually active with an entirely different group. But Sarah had started dancing at a nude club north of the city and Sally had reverted to calling some of her high school partners.
Before she had finished looking at the list and deciding who to call next, Sarah called, "I have bad news."
Sally's euphoria vanished as she braced herself, "What?"
"My parents' say we can't go to the swingers parties anymore."
Sally's good feelings returned. This was worse for Sarah than for her. Sarah's parents were swingers and Sarah had wanted to participate for some time. Her parents had let the two of them them come along once. Sally had great sex with three guys. One was Sarah's father and another was one of her high school teachers. She was sure she could get with either of them again with little persuasion. The third was the best of the three. It was a bit of a disappointment that she wouldn't be seeing him again but then he might not be at any party she might have attended anyway. "Oh, that's too bad. Why?"
"Apparently some old biddies complained about us being there and taking the good guys. Their club committee passed rules saying only people over 21 with long lasting relationships can come."
As she listened to her friend's complaints, Sally resumed her perusal of her list. She wasn't going to let the loss of this one source of sexual activity ruin the rest of her summer. Though sympathetic, she also knew that Sarah, with her stripping, was getting plenty of sexual stimulation in the VIP rooms at the strip cub and being paid for it.
Sally raised the point, "Don't you get all the cock you need at the Pleasure Palace?"
Sarah answered, "Sally, those guys just want me to pleasure them. They don't do anything for me, they could care less. You know how the guys at the swingers party are. Most of them want to please the women. Sometimes I think that's the main reason they are there."
Sally considered her hook-ups at the party, "Yeah, you're right about that." She started rubbing her clit as she thought about that one guy. "So, you don't get any pleasure at the Pleasure Palace?"
"Well, I get what I can but it's up to me. There are a few guys that seem nice and want to give me a good time but they are few and far between. It's 'wham, bam, thank you mam' usually without even the 'thank you' except for the tips. And those booths don't really give the space to do much. And then there's the fact that a lotta sex stuff there is illegal, so you have to be careful. Not to mention that many of those guys are probably full of STD's."
"I'm sorry that the swingers' parties are off limits. Is there anything I can do?" She was thinking of maybe going by and commiserating.
"Not unless you can ship over some good, woman pleasing cock. I could use a good, but loving fuck, maybe two, or five."
Sally had her book of a supply of exactly that open in front of her, "I can supply that."
"Oh, sure, how?"
"Remember I fucked almost every geek and nerd in school."
"Yeah, so?"
"Hey, I taught them how to please a girl, well, ME, at least. They were all good learners, I guarantee they are all great, caring fucks."
"But that was in school."
"You don't teach guys how to be a good fuck in one lesson and once you have him trained, you don't let him go. I have all their numbers and most of them are available on call. They didn't get much action other than mine." She felt a tingling in her vagina considering that most of them would give anything for sex. And sex with a great looking ex-cheerleader like Sarah, well ...
"You mean ...?"
"Yes I do! I have a bunch of good fucks available at almost a moments notice."
"You never told me."
"Well, when we got back together we were having so much fun with other guys that I put my stable of studs aside."
"You can get me one?"
"I'll get you two, no, three. Hell! I'll line them up to fill the rest of your day. What'ya think? One every 45 minutes?"
"You're kidding!"
"Nope! One every 45 minutes until you're satisfied. You can expect a knock on your door in less than half an hour. They'll keep coming until you call to close the spigot."
Neal
Neal Carmody was looking through the list of community college courses. He had been a good student throughout school but was a procrastinator. He had procrastinated on applying to any college or scholarships and now the community college was his only choice. He didn't have long before the sign-up for courses in the fall would be closed. And if he didn't go to school his parents' would explode. They were even threatening to throw him out on the street and force him to live on his part time, fast food worker's wage or get a full time job. He didn't even know what major to select.
His phone rang and he was surprised to see it was from Sally. His cock jumped. He hadn't seen her since graduation and assumed she had forgotten about him. He was also surprised that she was phoning. Usually she just sent text messages.
"Hello Sally." He resisted saying, "
wanna fuck
," which was the only reason he expected she would call. He hadn't had sex since his last time with her.
"Hey Neal, wanna fuck?"
She had to ask? "Sure!"
"Not me, Sarah Malone."
"Sarah Malone?"
"You remember her from high school."
He didn't. Couldn't place the name at all. "No, sorry."
"You interested?"
He was disappointed it wasn't Sally but didn't want to turn down the opportunity. "I guess."
Sally sensed his reluctance, "You have a yearbook?"
"Yes."
"Look her up, and check out pages 257, 258, and 305. I'll hold."
Neal found his yearbook buried under a pile of books he had spent the summer reading. "
