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Happy Ladies Book 01

By: Amanda_Jilling



NOTE ON CONDOM USE

Because this is a fantasy and no lives are in danger and there's no possibility of pregnancy (unless conceived in my creative brain) I have eschewed the use of condoms. You may assume one of the following: Condoms are, in fact, being used (hard to assume in some cases). We're in a time warp and have gone back to the early 70's. Everyone has been tested and given a clean bill of health and (unlike real human beings) have a deep sense of integrity which precludes them from engaging in sex with anyone who can't prove they also have tested negative. These people are nuts.

I am not, in any way, advocating for the abolishment of condoms in real life. This is fantasy, folks. 

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CHAPTER ONE

The first time I heard about the Happy Lady's House of Roosters I was having my nails done. Shelly, my regular manicurist, turned to Roberta, her co-worker, obviously continuing a conversation that had been interrupted by my arrival.

"She's crazy," Shelly said as she began working on my left hand. "What woman in her right mind would want to join a club just to get screwed on a regular basis?"

"Who's crazy?" I said.

"Oh, some woman in town I heard about," Roberta said. "She's starting a rooster club or something like that. Like a whorehouse only with men in it instead of women."

"She's nuts," Shelly said. "Women aren't like that. And, anyway, it's easy enough to find a man to do that for free."

Maybe, I thought to myself. Maybe if you were an extrovert like Shelly and had the time to spend searching for a suitable man it would be easy. And in Shelly's case she'd had a steady boyfriend for the last seven years so she was talking off the top of her head.

By the time my nails were done my head was buzzing with fantastical ideas that made me want to squirm.

The second time I heard about the Happy Lady's House of Roosters I happened to catch part of a conversation between two well dressed women in the dairy products aisle of the grocery store.

"It was fun," one of them was saying. "I can say that I'm a happy lady. I was with Garth and I'd recommend him to anyone. He looks like a caveman but he's really sweet. He makes the damndest noises when he's doing it."

Doing what? I lingered as if uncertain as to precisely which brand of yogurt I wanted to buy.

"Are you thinking of joining?" The other woman said.

"I just might," the first woman replied as the two of them began to move away. "The place is kind of funky right now and there are only three roosters to choose from but Dorothy has big plans."

Roosters? Why did that word ring a bell?

The third time the House of Roosters entered my life it was during a lunch date with my best friend Ellie.

"Hey, Melissa have you heard about this new club called the House of Roosters?" Ellie said after we'd exhausted our usual catch-up chit chat.

"Like a brothel, only for women?" I said.

"Yeah."

"A couple of things. Nothing very specific."

"Do you think it sounds interesting?" Ellie asked.

Ellie and I are close and at various times in the course of our friendship we'd discussed our sexual frustrations and experiences. Never in a lot of detail but enough to know that we both enjoyed sex and wanted more than we were getting. Which, for me at least, wasn't very much at all.

"Kinda," I said.

"Only kinda?"

"Well," I said. "It's kind of a weird idea. I mean, I find it exciting to think about but what's it like in reality? I heard someone say it's kind of funky and that there's this guy there who looks like a caveman.

"Shit, you know more about it than I do." Ellie said.

"But the woman who said it seemed to like the place. And the caveman guy."

"Let's check it out," Ellie said.

"How?" I said. "All I know is that it's supposed to be somewhere in the city. Maybe it's already been shut down."

"I found it on the Internet," Ellie said. "There isn't much on the website but I do have a phone number." She took a card out of her purse and slid it towards me.

"Oh, right," I said. "You're going to make me call this place."

"I found the phone number," Ellie said. In truth this was how we usually operated; Ellie tended to be more the nerd while I had the people skills.

"Okay," I said. "I'll do it."

It took me two weeks to work up the nerve. After telling myself every day I was going to make the call I finally did.

"The House of Roosters," a cultured older woman's voice said.

"Ah, yeah..." I said, my mind suddenly blank.

"It's okay, honey," the woman said with a hint of laughter. "I realize this is scary at first. Why don't we set up a meeting and I'll explain what I'm doing and answer any questions you might have. My name is Dorothy, by the way."

"Okay," I said. "I'm Melissa." After a minute or two of discussion we settled on a time and she gave me her address.

"Oh," I said. "Is it all right if I bring a friend?"

"Male or female," Dorothy said.

"Female," I said.

"Sure, no problem," Dorothy said. "I'll see you both Thursday."

"This is not what I expected," Ellie said when we pulled up in front of an ordinary looking but rather large split-level ranch style house on a quiet suburban street. I had to agree.

Only a moment after ringing the doorbell the door opened and a short, pudgy, smiling, older Hispanic woman ushered us in. "I'm Dorothy," she said, shaking both our hands. "Please come this way." Ellie and I traded glances as we followed her plump sweat suit clad body and then looked around. There wasn't a rooster to be seen.

After offering us a choice of refreshments Dorothy guided us to a large round dining table.

"Now for the spiel," she said once we were seated. "Men have been able to indulge their sexual fantasies for centuries, millenniums, so it's time for women to be able to do the same. The problem, as I see it, is that it's difficult for women to control their experiences in a way that gives them maximum pleasure with minimum hassle. Too often men hijack a woman's search for sexual pleasure and use it for their own satisfaction. Am I right?"

Ellie and I looked at each other. I could read her affirmation in her eyes. This was making sense.

Dorothy watched us and nodded. "I thought so," she said. "What I'm trying to do is create a network of women who will then facilitate the types of erotic entertainment they most enjoy. I think of it as a club. Like the old gentleman's clubs in Victorian times with yearly dues and a board of directors. What do you think so far?"

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," said Ellie.

"I have to admit that this is more of a fantasy right now than anything else," Dorothy said. "But I've found several men who meet my standards and have been talking to a number of women like the two of you so I'm beginning to believe it can be done. At this point all I'm doing is making connections and hosting a party every now and then. Would either of you be interested in being added to the mailing list?"

"I would," Ellie said. No hesitation.

"Yeah, me too," I said.

"Great," Dorothy said, handing us each a short form for contact information and a ballpoint pen. "I know I don't look like it," she said, leaning back in her chair. "But there's nothing I love more than cock. Fucking them. Sucking them. Feeling them. Watching them shoot. Oh man."

In shock, Ellie and I started laughing. Dorothy grinned.

"My husband died three years ago. No, it's okay," she said as our laughter abruptly faltered. "He was a good man and after watching what cancer did to his body I'm glad he's at peace. But in his prime we fucked three or four times a day. Yeah," she said, seeing our expressions, "I don't look like I'm hot to trot, do I? But I am. And about a year after he died I went a little crazy. I got on the Internet and fucked everything in pants I could find. Thank God I didn't catch anything."

"That's the thing," she continued, "I always knew what I was doing was dangerous, not to mention stupid, not only because of disease but because of the potential for physical abuse as well. I was lucky. And on top of that I found myself catering to what the men wanted rather than following my own desires. That's where the idea for the House of Roosters came from. I wanted a safe place where I was in control."

"Yeah," Ellie said. Wistfully.

A short time later Ellie and I were headed back to our own side of the city.

"Whoa," said Ellie, "That's one wild lady."

"No kidding," I said. "But I really like her idea."

"Oh, I love it," Ellie said. "I'm not criticizing her. I want to be like her."

"Really?" I said, looking across the car seat at her. "I knew you liked sex but..."

Her face wore a fierce expression. "I don't talk about it because it's so frustrating to want it so bad and know that it will never happen. But maybe now." She took a deep breath. "But maybe now I'll be able to fuck the way I've always dreamed of fucking. Maybe."

It was over a month before we heard from Dorothy again. Ellie called me to say that she'd received an email announcing a meeting to plan the expansion of the House of Roosters club. When I checked my email I found that I'd gotten one too. 

"Something's finally happening," Ellie said. "I was beginning to wonder."

"I take it you want to go," I said.

"Of course," Ellie said.

When the meeting day arrived we parked amid a clutter of vehicles along the street in front of Dorothy's house.

"I guess we're not the only ones," Ellie said.

Dorothy met us at the door and directed us to the living room. By the time everyone had settled in there were nineteen of us, women of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages.

"Thank you all for coming," Dorothy said. "The mailing list is now a little over two hundred so I consider this a pretty good turnout. I suppose the first thing to do is to introduce ourselves."

We went around the circle giving our names. I recognized the woman from the grocery store who'd recommended Garth; she introduced herself as Cynthia.

"I've decided it's time to take this little venture to the next level," Dorothy said, once the introductions were completed. "One person can do only so much. So I'm hoping that today we can establish a board of directors, an entertainment committee, and a couple of other offices. How does that sound?"

"Great!" A full-figured woman with rich mahogany skin who'd introduced herself as Doris said, "let's get this party started." There was a general murmur of approval and some quiet laughter.

"So, who would like to be on the board of directors?" Dorothy said. She went on to explain that she saw the role of the directors as guiding the organization, making rules, and long-term planning. "Show of hands?"

Seven of us, including Dorothy and Cynthia, raised our hands. I was a little surprised to find myself among them. 

"I guess the next order of business is to appoint a secretary," Dorothy said. "Anyone interested?" A skinny, mousy looking, brunette in a shapeless dress who'd said her name was Nicole raised her hand. Dorothy handed her a legal pad and asked her to take down the names of the board of directors and record the rest of the meeting.

In a soft voice Nicole asked the seven of us to repeat our names which we did. Samantha, Patricia, Anne, and Donna added their names to the list.

"Now," Dorothy said, "who's willing to be treasurer? Not that there's any money at the moment but we'll have to make sure that changes." Another woman raised her hand and Nicole duly recorded her name which was Charlotte.

"And here are the fun parts," Dorothy said. "We need an entertainment committee to set up parties. Once we have the basic structure of the club in place I'm hoping we can have parties at least once a month. Any takers?" Four women, Betty, Ethel, Kymberly and Dawn raised their hands. 

"But what do we need before we can have parties?" She said.

"Cocks," Doris said, "preferably big hard ones." There were whoops of laughter.

"Yup," Dorothy said, "we need roosters. So we need rooster recruiters."

"Oh yeah," Ellie said, raising her hand. Barb, Janet, and Carol did too.

"And rooster testers," Dorothy added. "We need guys we know can perform under pressure."

"Oh yes, pick me, pick me," Ellie said to more laughter. Doris and Jaime raised their hands as well.

"And that concludes the business part of this meeting," Dorothy said. "I'm hoping that the board of directors will be able to meet weekly and start hammering out the ground rules. The rooster recruiters can begin looking for prospects; I suggest trolling the online swinger sites to start with. But let's hold off on rooster testing until we can work out some security procedures. Once we have enough roosters the entertainment committee can kick in and start planning parties. How does that sound?"

There were feminine cheers of acclamation.

"And now for something completely different..." Dorothy said. "Boys!"

The sound of a driving bluesy beat burst from hidden speakers and three men danced into the room. Three very naked men. Well, not entirely. They all wore neckties. One, an older man with a short beard and shaggy hair, was obviously Garth; he wore a bright yellow Tweety Bird tie. The second was a stocky, solidly built, Latino. While bringing up the rear was a tall, slim, nerdy looking redhead with hairless white skin and freckles. They each held a tray of finger foods which they placed on the various tables in the room.

"And what will you have to drink, ladies," Garth said, pulling a pad and pen from under the tray he'd brought in. The two other men did the same. Within minutes they'd taken our orders and left the room.

"Hmmmm," said Cynthia, "that's the way I like my waiters."

"Hooo yeah," Doris said, "loved seeing those moons rising."

"I want to see something else rising," Ellie said.

"No doubt you'll get your wish," Dorothy said. "I don't know about anybody else but I'm feeling overdressed." Before anyone could react she'd stood up and peeled off her sweat suit top revealing full breasts with large areolas. Then she kicked off her slippers and pushed the pants down to her ankles. "Ah, that's better," she said, stepping out of them.

There was a moment of shock and then Doris, Cynthia, and Ellie stood up and stripped too. The rest of us glanced around nervously and remained dressed.

"I'm going to have to go," Ethel, an older woman who was now on the entertainment committee, said. "But I'll be back." Dorothy walked her to the door.

"Okay, ladies," Garth said, entering the room. His two compatriots followed directly behind him. They all carried trays laden with glasses full of liquid and began moving around the room to distribute them all to the correct recipient.

"Come here, you," Cynthia said, addressing Garth. After finishing his duties he walked over and stood in front of her, holding the empty tray against his shin. "How's my pretty boy today?" She said as she reached out and took his soft cock in her hand. "Feeling sleepy?"

"I think he's about to wake up," Garth said.

"Oh yeah," Cynthia said, stroking him. All of us who could see what Cynthia's hand was doing watched closely as the shaft began to swell. "Mmmm, yeah, that's my buddy," she said as Garth's cock became fully erect. Setting her drink on the floor beside her chair she leaned over and took him in her mouth. Garth closed his eyes, turned his face to the ceiling, and groaned loudly.

"Come here, you," Ellie said, addressing the tall redhead. "Is that how it's done around here?"

"Whatever works," Dorothy said.

"What's your name," Ellie asked the young man standing before her.

"Brandon," he said.

"Well, Brandon, you can touch me if I can touch you." Within seconds he was cupping her breasts and she was holding his cock.

"God, feel this man's skin," Dorothy said from behind him, her hands reaching around to rub his chest. The woman on Ellie's right stretched out to touch his thigh. Brandon's cock lifted quickly out of its nest of red hair, firmly in Ellie's grasp. 

Feeling the warm pangs of arousal I stood up and began to undress. Others were doing the same. Across the room I could see the Latino man's buttocks flexing and he moved in and out of our new treasurer's mouth.

"Anyone else into girls too?" Patricia said. She had pierced nipples and a butterfly tattooed above her shaved pussy. Barb and Dawn moved towards her.

My hand found Brandon's balls, feeling them roll in the sack. I looked down and saw Ellie, eyes closed, sliding her lips up and down Brandon's cock. I'd never been in a situation remotely like this before. Fantasized, yes. Watched porn videos of activities like this, yes. But I'd never seen it in the flesh. The weird thing was that I expected it to feel weirder. It felt almost natural. I watched my best friend obviously enjoying the sensation of a man's cock in her mouth, almost able to imagine how his cock would feel in my own mouth, while the room around me vibrated with excited women's voices and the sounds of sex.

"Nice, isn't it?" Dorothy said. I looked up to see her watching me as she rubbed her breasts against Brandon's back. Brandon's right arm had snaked around and, although I couldn't see the details, I knew his fingers had found her pussy.

"Yeah," I said. "Fuck yeah." With my right hand I found the folds of my own slippery heat, bending a little from the intensity beaming from my clit.

"Aargh! Hunh, hunh, hunh!" Garth bellowed. Over Dorothy's shoulder I could see that he had Cynthia bent over, grasping the arms of her chair, as he vigorously fucked her from behind. I couldn't see much of her but from the ardor of her cries I had to assume she was feeling a lot of pleasure. 

The raw novelty of the scene was too much for me. Fingering myself so intently that I could hear my own squishy noises I came with such force that my knees buckled and I barely managed to maneuver my butt so that it fell back onto my chair.

"Holy shit," Ellie said, removing Brandon's cock from her mouth, her eyes round with wonder.

"No kidding," I said. "That was a good one."

"Ladies," Dorothy said, speaking up to be heard over the clamor, "why don't we retire to the orgy room? It would be a lot more comfortable than it is in here."

There were murmurs of relief and assent as everyone shifted positions. Cynthia, obviously familiar with the layout of the house led the procession, pulling Garth along behind her using his cock as a handle.

"Hon," Dorothy said as Cynthia passed, "you know you'll have to share him, don't you?" 

Cynthia made a display of pouting, pushing out her bottom lip, and then grinned. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But damn he's good."

"Yes, he is," Dorothy said, giving Garth's ass a smack.

"Ow!" Garth said.

I sat for a moment enjoying the parade and then stood up to join the throng. Ellie and Brandon were right behind me. We trailed down a long hall and then turned to enter a large room with wall to wall mattresses and subdued lighting.

"Holy cow," Ellie said. "I've heard of places like this but didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to be in one."

"We need more fucking cocks," Doris said.

"I know, Doris," Dorothy said, "we're going to start working on that."

"How about if everyone who wants to get fucked lines up," Charlotte said.

"How do you mean?" Patricia said.

"Like this," Charlotte said, getting down on her hands and knees and lifting her bottom into the air. We all could see the parted lips of her pussy and puckered orifice of her asshole.

"Oh jesus," Jorge, the Latino man, said with evident awe. Several women laughed.

"I'm game," Doris said. "Seems like it's the only way everyone who wants some is gonna get some." A moment later her big round brown butt was fully presented alongside the treasurer's much smaller white one.

"Why not?" Cynthia said. Within minutes there was a line of women's bottoms, mine included, lifted into the air. And a quiet chorus of giggling. A group of women, still clothed, seated themselves along the opposite wall, watching.


Happy Ladies Book 01



"Well boys," Garth said, "I think we've got our work cut out for us." 

The giggling swelled.

"Ahhh," the first woman sighed as she was penetrated. 

The giggling stopped. In the profound silence we all listened to her moans of pleasure, and then to the moans of the next.

Suddenly I felt a tentative hand sliding under my left breast, seeking the nipple. I turned my head to find Cynthia watching me. She smiled. I reached out and cupped her breast in turn, feeling her hard nipple press into my palm. It was odd to think that the first time I'd seen this woman was as a stranger in the aisle of a grocery store and now here I was playing with her boob. Suddenly her eyes darkened with emotion and she cried out softly.

"Hey babe," Garth said behind us, "I'd know this pussy anywhere." 

I watched her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed and she seemed intent on tracking the path of every sensation his cock produced as it probed her vaginal walls. Then I saw her relax as he withdrew. She opened her eyes and smiled at me again.

I felt Garth position himself behind me and I tensed a little with anticipation. Then the head was pushing against my inner lips, rubbing but not quite entering, teasing.

"What's your name honey?" Garth said softly. 

"Melissa," I said.

"It's nice to meet you Melissa," he said, the hint of a chuckle in his voice.

Then his cock was sliding into me, filling me, till I felt his thighs against the back of mine.

"Oh yeah," he said. I moaned in response. 

Then he was fucking me with long steady strokes. It felt wonderful.

I felt Cynthia clutch my breast. I saw that her face had that focused look again. Turning my head slightly I saw that Jorge was behind her, clearly inside her now. I tightened my hand around her breast. She opened her eyes for a moment and we smiled at each other; sisters in pleasure.

Then suddenly Garth was gone. I felt empty and exposed. But only for a moment because then Jorge was inside me. It was interesting to feel the difference between Garth and this man. It felt good but more impersonal. Then he too was gone.

Brandon was behind Cynthia now. There was a different look on her face, less intense, contented.

When he entered me I understood. He moved slowly with deep sensuality. Unlike Garth or Jorge he ran his hands over my body as if exploring the contours of something precious. After he withdrew he was the one I missed the most.

I settled on my side, facing Cynthia. Over her hip I could see other women sitting up. A couple went out into the hall.

"I'm nowhere near completely satisfied," I said. "But this has been quite an experience."

"Dorothy has a great thing going," Cynthia said.

"Yeah," I said. "You know, I've seen you somewhere before."

"At the Fry's Supermarket," she said, "in the dairy aisle. You were fixated on the yogurt."

"You remember me? You can't be serious."

"I'm a cop. I'm trained to remember people."

"You're a cop?" I said.

"Yup," she said. "What's the matter, you didn't think cops liked sex?"

I shrugged. "I don't know what I thought."

"Well," she said, "I figure, since we're both now on the board of directors of this thing, that we're going to get to know each other pretty well so I might at well get that out of the way up front."

"I'm glad you did," I said. "It's cool."

Down the room Garth gave several loud hoarse cries.

"I think he blew his wad," Cynthia said, smiling.

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

A minute or two later we heard Jorge grunting. We looked at each other and laughed. We never heard Brandon make a sound.

"Okay ladies, it's time to call it an evening," Dorothy said sometime later. We all wandered out to the living room to retrieve our clothes. Still naked, Dorothy gave us each a hug at the door before sending us off into the night.

"I can't believe that happened," Ellie said as I turned around in Dorothy's driveway. "It's like a dream."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I never expected to ever see you suck a man's cock." Turning to look at her the memory of Brandon's cock in her mouth flitted through my brain.

"And I never expected to see you masturbate to orgasm in front of me," she said.

"Kinda adds a dimension to our friendship," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "I like it. It feels more open. Like we're freer somehow."

I nodded. It felt that way to me too.

CHAPTER TWO

It took over six months before the newly founded House of Roosters was ready to host its first big party but a lot happened in that time.

To begin with we had seventeen board meetings. We chose Dorothy, of course, to be our chairperson at the first one. She guided us through a multitude of topics few of us had thought through before.

The first item on the agenda was finding more roosters. After hours of discussion we came up with a list of the basic characteristics we were looking for. We decided we wanted, as much as was feasible, men who were upfront and trustworthy as well as highly sexual. Dorothy, who'd interacted with the swinging lifestyle community much more than the rest of us, suggested that swinging men were more likely to fit our needs than most others. Not only would they have had experience having sex in complicated situations but their wives or girlfriends would be more likely to have confronted their own jealousy issues.

"And the wives are welcome to become Happy Ladies too, right?" Samantha said.

"Of course," Dorothy said.

"And swingers are more likely to be willing to do it for free," Cynthia said.

That opened a whole new can of worms.

"I think we should pay all the men," Dorothy said. "I know it's a guy's wet dream to fuck willing females for hours on end but if we don't pay them we're exploiting them. I pay Garth, Jorge, and Brandon every time they're here."

"Really," Cynthia said. "I didn't realize that. Do you need help with the payments?"

"I'm okay for now," Dorothy said. "But I expect that soon the club to be in a position to take care of those expenses. And turn a profit. I'm hoping that in time we'll be able to pay the men a full-time living wage."

"Wow," Samantha said, "I wasn't aware that your plans were that big."

"Oh yeah," Dorothy said, "I believe we're only the tip of a very large iceberg. There are over half a million women in this city. If 5000 to 10,000 of them are potential Happy Ladies, if only once or twice a year, there's a lot of room for growth. Not to mention women who live in nearby communities and who might come in from out of town. I believe we could even end up as a country wide tourist attraction for a certain type of woman."

We all sat back, stunned. Dorothy's vision was much bigger than any of us had understood.

"But getting back to finding roosters," Dorothy said, "are we in agreement as to what we're looking for in a rooster?" 

A motion was made and voted in unanimously. Dorothy directed Nicole to make sure that the rooster recruiters got copies.

The next issue was money.

"As I've mentioned," Dorothy said, "I'd like to create a system of yearly dues for regular members. This would mean that they'd have full access to all the facilities for that year."

"What facilities?" Anne said.

"Well, to all the parties, to start with," Dorothy said, "but eventually I hope we'll have a permanent location that's open on a regular basis."

"So for now the dues would be based on attendance at the parties?" I said.

"That's right," Dorothy said.

"What about private meetings with one of the roosters?" Cynthia said.

"That could be an added bonus," Dorothy said, "as long as it's not overdone; of course when we have a permanent location that wouldn't be a problem."

"What if a woman only wanted to attend one or two parties?" Anne said. "Would she have to pay for the full year?"

"No," Dorothy said, "I was thinking we'd have a separate fee at parties for those who were unwilling or unable to pay the full amount. In fact I'm guessing that those fees will turn out to be our main source of income."

Once again we spent hours thrashing out the details before finally arriving at a consensus. Dorothy directed Charlotte, the treasurer, to create a flyer outlining the different dues and fees and send a copy to everyone on the mailing list. And, of course, begin collecting the monies that were generated.

Meanwhile Ellie had taken the list of characteristics for roosters that the board had agreed on and begun working out a questionnaire for potential recruits. She'd also spent some time developing a list of sexually oriented contact websites and writing up an initial email. After meeting with her fellow recruiters and fine tuning the questionnaire, the list, and the email she reported her findings to the board. Making only a few minor changes the board gave the recruiters the go-ahead.

Since Ellie and I saw each other often I had a front row seat for observing the progress the recruiters were making.

"Jeez," said Ellie, shortly after they'd begun contacting men, "I thought it was going to be easy to find roosters but it's not. I'm amazed at how many of them come across as idiots. And most of the few of them who actually bother to fill out the questionnaire give smart-ass answers. We've sent the questionnaire to thirty-seven guys so far and only two are maybes."

"Have you been focusing on swingers, like Dorothy suggested?" I said.

"No, not really," Ellie said.

"Dorothy's right," Ellie reported two weeks later. "Swingers are better but we're still only up to six we think might be worth interviewing."

The next board meeting was focused on how the interviews should be handled. We decided that each interview would be conducted by a team of two in a public place with a security person seated nearby. Cynthia, given her profession, was the obvious choice for security. With that structure in place the first interviews were scheduled.

"Oh man," Cynthia said, giving the board her impressions of the first go-round, "the first guy was like fifty pounds heavier than he said he was."

"I don't think we should exclude guys just because of weight," Dorothy said. "Some women like that or at least it doesn't turn them off."

"I agree," Cynthia said, "but this guy had a lot more counts against him than being fat. Ellie caught three or four other discrepancies in his answers. The second guy was okay although he didn't do much for me."

"We want a variety of men, don't we?" I said.

"Well, speaking of variety," Cynthia said, "the third guy was a bad boy biker dude, tattoos and all. He looked scary but seemed nice enough. He was heavy too but didn't make any bones about the fact. I thought he was interesting."

"Sounds like he could be," Dorothy said.

"The fourth guy seemed kind of young although he said he was twenty. Ellie felt he checked out okay. The other two guys who were scheduled didn't show. Got scared, I guess," Cynthia said.

"So we've got three potential roosters to test?" Anne said.

That started a whole new conversation. Fairly quickly we came to the conclusion that Dorothy's house was the most sensible choice for a testing location although Cynthia pointed out that there was some risk in inviting total strangers to a private home for sexual activity.

"I'm willing to take that risk," Dorothy said. "I managed to survive two years of Internet dating. That's where Garth, Jorge, and Brandon came from. So I expect this will work out too."

"What I will do," Cynthia said, "is run a background check on anyone we test. That way we'll know if there are any obvious problems."

"I'd like to watch," Samantha said, shyly.

In the debate that followed we finally agreed to schedule the testing sessions after board meetings so that anyone on the board who wanted to could stay and observe. Not only would this provide safety in numbers but it would also broaden the range of opinions to be used in making a final determination.

"How about having the first testing session after the next board meeting?" Anne said.

A motion was made, and passed.

There was a clear sense of nervous tension running through our next meeting. Although no one spoke of it we were all anticipating the spectacle to follow.

"We need to start developing the format for the parties," Dorothy said. "Are we going to provide food? Are we going to allow couples? Will we allow the other men to participate or only the designated roosters? Those are only a few of the questions."

They proved to be enough. For over three hours we went back and forth about the pros and cons of each of these questions and came up with new ones. We didn't reach any resolutions but by the time the rooster testing team arrived we had a clearer sense of what we wanted to do.

"We're here," Ellie said, entering the room, followed by Doris and Jaime.

"The meeting's adjourned," Dorothy said.

We got up, stretched, and greeted the testers. About twenty minutes later we heard the rumbling thunder of a Harley.

"That'll be Douglas," Ellie said.

"He's got a record," Cynthia said, "but nothing violent. Burglary and drugs from over five years ago. He seems to have been clean since."

"And he told me that straight up," Ellie said as the doorbell rang.

Dorothy opened the door and ushered in a mountain of a man with a full beard dressed in leather pants, vest, and heavy boots. He stopped dead when he realized he was the focus of twelve pairs of curious female eyes.

"Hello ladies," he rumbled. He seemed a little shy.

"Hi Douglas," Ellie said, "Come on in. Let's head down to the orgy room."

"That sounds good," Douglas said, following Ellie's lead. "Am I going to have to fuck all of you?" There was a note of trepidation in his deep voice.

"Nope, just three of us," Ellie said.

"Ah, okay," Douglas said.

By this time we were all in the orgy room except for Dorothy. Just then the doorbell rang again.

"And that'll be Jim or Leroy," Ellie said. 

Those of us who were not playing a part in the testing settled around the perimeter of the room leaving the four participants standing awkwardly in the center.

"Come in Jim," Ellie said to the tall clean shaven man with glasses who'd appeared in the doorway. "Well, we might as well get comfortable." Matching action to words she quickly stripped of her clothes.

Jim crossed the room as if only he and Ellie were in the room. It was plain to see that he was extremely nervous.

Douglas, on the other hand, now that he'd adapted to the situation, was busily shucking off his leathers. He had tattoos on both his shoulders and a large picture of a naked woman on a motorcycle, her hair free in the wind, emblazoned across his back.

"Oh my," Doris said. Following her gaze I saw a large, very hard, cock jutting out from underneath Douglas's hefty belly. "Oh my," she repeated, wrapping her brown hand around its thick white girth.

"I took a Viagra," Douglas said. "I thought it might be wise."

"Let me get these clothes off," Doris said, "and I'll get to testing that thing."

Ellie and Jaime, both naked, were helping Jim to remove his clothes. He seemed unsure as to what to do with his hands or his eyes.

"I don't think ol' Jim is going to make the cut," Cynthia said next to me. I nodded.

Doris, now naked, was on her knees lovingly stroking Doug's cock and playing with his balls. "Mmmmm," she said, taking him in her mouth. He closed his eyes and lightly cupped her head in his big hands.

"Shit yeah," he said.

Jim was now lying on his back with Jaime between his open legs attempting to resuscitate his cock. Ellie was snuggled close to his side, her breasts pressing his chest, kissing him.

"Well, Doug passes the taste test with flying colors," Doris said. She turned on her knees and leaned forward, presenting him with her big reddish-brown bottom. 

"Oh yeah," Doug said. He got down on his knees behind her, gripping her ass cheeks in each of his big hands, pushing them open to reveal her dark labia and sweet inner pink. "Oh yeah," he said again. A moment later his bearded face was pressed tight against her ass. From the way Doris was responding it was apparent that Doug's tongue was finding some of her sensitive parts.

"Doesn't look like Leroy's going to make it," Dorothy said as she came through the doorway. "Oh, that's nice," she added as she caught sight of the cluster of naked bodies.

Jim now had a partial erection. Ellie adjusted her legs as Jaime moved into position above him and watched as Jaime squatted above him and worked the precarious pillar of flesh into her pussy. Holding herself tightly against the base of his cock Jaime began rubbing against him with short careful motions.

"Hmmmm," she said.

At this point Doug reared back, shuffled forward on his knees, and slid the full length of his cock into Doris's depths.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Doris said. "Goddamn that feels good."

"Shit yeah," Doug said, grasping her hips, moving in and out with powerful strokes.

"Damn," Cynthia said beside me. I looked over and saw that she'd pushed her jeans down to her ankles and her fingers were moving like caterpillars under her panties.

I lifted up my skirt and joined her. Glancing around I noticed we weren't the only ones.

After awhile Ellie abandoned Jim and went to stand behind Douglas, rubbing her pussy against his back.

"Hey mama," he said, twisting his head around. She bent down to kiss his lips.

"You smell like pussy," she said a minute later. "Taste like it too."

"I wonder why," he said.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," Doris said, her large thighs quivering. "Oh fuck." She slid forward onto her belly, leaving Doug's cock waving in the air.

"Okay mama," Doug said, turning to face Ellie. Grasping her thighs he pulled her up with him as he stood. She was holding onto his neck with both arms. With her ass cradled in his huge hands he slid her pussy down over his cock with apparent ease.

"Holy shit!" Ellie yelped. "Oh my God."

He uttered a Falstaffian laugh as he bounced her up and down.

You like that mama?" He said. "You like that?"

Jaime gave up on Jim, knelt between Doug's wide spread legs, and began licking and sucking his balls, her hands on each of his thighs.

Jim lay still for several minutes, then slowly got up and gathered his clothes. Holding them in front of him he made his way to the door. Dorothy followed him out.

Doug was proceeding to manhandle Ellie in ways that gave every indication that he was hitting pleasure points she didn't even know she had. She was screaming. Jaime was still avidly licking and sucking, even catching parts of Ellie at times.

"Okay mama," Doug said sometime later, lifting Ellie off his cock and setting her limp body next to Doris's, "one more to go."

With a thump he landed on his back. Agile as a monkey Jaime climbed across his massive stomach, gripped each of his nipples, and, with a determined grunt, slammed her pussy down over his cock. Quite a contrast to Jim. 

"Jesus, honey," Doug said. 

Eyes closed, gritting her teeth, Jaime worked her body as if competing in an Olympic event. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she repeated each time she hit bottom. This went on for what seemed like forever until she made one final plunge, arched her back, and howled. Then, trembling, she slid off Doug's body and fell on her back beside him, arms flung wide.

"Anyone else?" Doug said, still hard.

A group of women moved in like bees descending on a flower patch. I saw that Cynthia was one the first.

"I need to get some errands done," Ellie said, a little wobbly as she walked up to me, "between work work and everything I've been doing for the club I've been letting some things go." 

"You got fucked pretty good," I said, feeling content from the orgasms I'd given myself.

"Tell me about it," Ellie said. "I could get used to this."

We met Dorothy in the hall on our way out.




Happy Ladies Book 01



"We've got one keeper, at least," Dorothy said, giving Ellie a hug. "Poor Jim. His ego was pretty bruised when he left. He almost cried. I told him I'd meet with him alone but I don't know if he's going to take me up on it or not. I'm probably not his type anyway."

"What? A pity fuck?" I said.

"I guess it would be," Dorothy said. "But he did have the guts to show up which is more than I can say for Leroy." 

"And I thought Leroy was more likely to show up than Jim," Ellie said.

"You just never know," Dorothy said.

"At this rate it'll take years to find enough roosters," I said. "How many men did you say you sent questionnaires to?"

"Eighty four," Ellie said. 

"Damn, will we really have to contact eight hundred and forty men to get ten roosters?" I said.

"Well, we're just getting started," Ellie said, "so as time goes on I'm sure we'll develop a better sense of which guys best fit the profile of what we're looking for. Plus I'm planning to set up profiles describing our ideal rooster and see if that works better. Have them contact us rather than troll for them."

"What about male strippers?" I said. "They're used to performing in front of hordes of horny ass women."

"That's a thought," Ellie said.

"Let's not get too stuck on the idea that all the roosters will have to perform in front of a bunch of women," Dorothy said. "Some women aren't into group sex at all so we'll want men who are also good one on one. I want the club to be able to meet the needs of a wide variety of ladies."

"So we should probably change the testing process," I said. "Douglas, obviously, is comfortable with a group of horny ass women. But Jim wasn't."

"I guess that's why I invited him back," Dorothy said, "to give him a chance to perform one on one and see if he's more comfortable that way."

"And I need to rethink the criteria the recruiters are using," Ellie said. "I think we might be leaning more toward the flamboyant types than we should."

"It's all a process," Dorothy said. "All we can do is take one step at a time and make adjustments when we see that what we're doing isn't working."

"I've got to go," Ellie said. "I've got a bunch of things to do."

Dorothy hugged us both. "Thanks for all your help," she said. "Things are a lot further along than I anticipated they'd be."

"Oh yeah," Ellie said as we stepped outside. "I brought my own car."

Reaching the street we hugged. Suddenly I found my lips on hers. 

"What the fuck?" Ellie said, pulling back.

"I don't know why I did that," I said.

"It's okay, but warn me next time," Ellie said.

"There won't be a next time," I said. I turned and walked towards my car. As I was retrieving my keys from my purse I heard her car door slam and then the engine start. I gave a little wave as she pulled past.

"What was I thinking?" I said as I got in and leaned my forehead against the steering wheel. "That was weird." 

The next few weeks were busy ones. The board firmed up the plans for giving parties. The party committee began to meet, flesh out the details of the first party, and gather the needed supplies. And Ellie created the recruiting profiles she'd mentioned.

"This is working much better than trolling," Ellie said at the board meeting two weeks later. "We don't get as many responses but the quality is much higher. Plus I've asked the men to indicate whether they'd prefer group sex or one on one. We'll be conducting interviews within the next few days and should have more roosters to test in time for the board meeting after the next one."

"It looks like we're going to need a rooster coordinator," Dorothy said, "someone to keep track of their preferences and special talents, communicate with them, and make sure they show up when needed."

"I can do that," Samantha said.

At the following board meeting Cynthia reported that the interviews had gone well and that there were eight potential roosters to test.

I couldn't make it to the board meeting after that but Ellie filled me in.

"It was pretty businesslike," she said. "We're really starting to get this down. We had two shifts; one for the group sex guys and another for the more private ones. And amazingly they all showed up."

"Did you have a good time?" I said.

"Oh hell yeah," Ellie said. "This is like being in an all you can eat candy store. I love sucking all these lollipops."

"How many new roosters did we get?"

"Five," Ellie said, "can you believe it? The new approach to recruiting really works."

"It's official," Dorothy said, at the subsequent board meeting. "We'll be holding our first Happy Ladies party in two weeks."

There were cheers from all around the table.

"Thank you everyone for all your hard work. It's deeply gratifying for me to see what I once thought was only a crazy fantasy become a reality."

There were more cheers when the treasurer reported that our club had over four thousand dollars in the bank with more coming in daily.

We were on our way.

CHAPTER THREE

The day of the party dawned overcast with occasional fits of misty rain. But nature's gloom had little impact on our spirits.

"It's a wonderful day to hole up with a bunch of roosters and fuck," Ellie said over the phone.

"Hmmmm," I said, conjuring up images of some of the fucking that had been done so far.

We agreed to meet at Dorothy's house around five o'clock. The party was scheduled for seven but the party committee had some last minute preparations to make and the roosters, now numbering twelve, would be arriving at six. We were sure that there'd be plenty for us to do.

I puttered around my apartment for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon unable to concentrate on anything substantial. Thoughts and images kept igniting my imagination. I contemplated masturbating but decided not to; there'd be more than enough stimulation in a few more hours. At long last it was time to go.

The sky was still a roiling grey and black but the rain had stopped. When I parked down the street from Dorothy's house I saw that Ellie's car was already there. Cynthia let me in.

"Are you ready for the big night?" Cynthia said.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said. "I've been like that pussy on a hot roof all day."

"Yeah, me too," she said. "I've been looking forward to being with Douglas again."

"Doug's not really my style," I said. "I want to try Brandon one on one."

"They're both scheduled to be here," Cynthia said. "Plus there are eight new roosters to get to know."

"Hey girl," Ellie said from behind the table where she was setting up a warming tray for some of the hot dishes.

"Hi Ellie," I said. Ever since I'd kissed her I'd felt a little shy when we were face to face. She, however, didn't show any signs that my unexpected lapse in judgement bothered her.

"Oh good, Melissa, you're here," said Dawn, the head of the party committee. "There are a ton of towels that need to be folded and placed around the house. I left a map of all the locations they have to go to on top of the dryer."

"I'll get right to it," I said. As I walked back to the laundry room I noticed the sensuously subdued lighting and the delightful smell of scented candles.

The time passed quickly from that point on. The next thing I knew the roosters were arriving. Samantha whisked them all to a room upstairs where she made sure that they met the club's standards of cleanliness and were thoroughly familiar with the ground rules.

It seemed like only minutes passed before the first Happy Ladies started ringing the doorbell. Dorothy, naked underneath a sheer black lace gown, played the part of the hostess with the mostess to the hilt, directing the new arrivals once she'd checked them off her list to either seek refreshment in the dining room or mix with their fellow members in the living room. The house soon filled with the buzz of voices and bursts of female laughter.

"Okay ladies," Dorothy called out once the onslaught had subsided and Cynthia had taken over the greeting duties. "Everyone in the living room please."

It was close to 'standing room only'.

"Thank you all for coming to the first House of Roosters party. I see that we have sixteen new faces. Welcome. Welcome. I hope you'll like what we have to offer and come again. And again. And again."

There was some laughter and mock groaning.

"Okay. Tired joke," Dorothy said. "But I want you to keep in mind is that what this club is dedicated to is your pleasure. Your sexual pleasure. Your sexual pleasure as a woman."

There were a few nervous giggles at this.

"Men have organized, or supported, ways to fulfill their sexual fantasies in a social setting since the beginning of time. Women have only recently begun to do this. Consider yourselves pioneers."

Some of the women applauded.

"This is your club. If you have a particular fantasy you want to explore we will do our best to make it happen. Obviously at this time we're constrained by the amount of space and resources we have but I believe that as we grow our capabilities will expand. And I do believe we'll grow. Pussies are powerful things."

This was met with raucous cheers and laughter.

"Okay. Okay." Dorothy continued. "Basically anything goes as long as you and the rooster, or roosters, are in agreement. If, for any reason, you don't like what's happening or don't feel safe you can yell 'check' and security people will come. I'd suggest that you try talking to the person or people you're involved with first and try to resolve it that way but that's not required. Always remember that your pleasure and safety comes ahead of everything else here."

There were murmurs of approval.

"Now, sometimes we women decide to put up with something rather than make waves. I know. I've done it myself. But please don't do that here. If something bothers you, speak up. Okay?"

A lot of the women nodded.

"And now it's time to introduce the roosters. I'll let Samantha take over from here." Dorothy said.

"Hello ladies," Samantha said. "I guess that best thing would be for you all to line up against this side of the hallway and I'll have the guys line up on the other side." It took several minutes before all the women were in place. "Garth!"

Garth, totally naked, entered the hall and walked down to where Samantha was standing. There were some negative reactions to his rough appearance.

"I know," Samantha said, "he's got that caveman thing going but he's really a sweetheart. Aren't you Garth?"

Garth uttered a guttural grunt and lowered his eyebrows. Some of the women were laughing. Samantha kissed him lightly on the lips and he put on an exaggerated happy face. More laughter.

Samantha gave a short description of Garth's personality and special talents. She then went on to introduce the rest of the men one by one. By the time she was finished the hall throbbed with the sound of women exchanging comments. Those women who were more familiar with the men began to cross the hall to their favorites. Soon some of the newcomers began to join them.

Once choices were made the crowd in the hall began to disperse. A sizable group headed down to the orgy area while several couples sought out the private rooms. Since the roosters were a minority they were all very quickly taken which left a certain number of women at loose ends.

I was one of them. I'd set my sights on Brandon but pulled up short when another woman, one I didn't recognize, got to him before I did. When it became clear that she was staking a claim I turned away.

Moving aimlessly I found myself in the dining room. It was then I realized that I hadn't eaten anything all day and went to pick up a plate.

"Everything looks so good," a heavy set woman with short blonde hair cut in a pageboy style said as I joined her in line.

"Yes, it does," I said.

"I'm Susan," she said.

"I'm Melissa," I said.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing here," she said. "A friend told me about it months ago and I met Dorothy and got on the mailing list. But I think my friend was just trying to shock me. I don't think she seriously believed I'd go through with it."

"But here you are," I said.

"Here I am," Susan said. "I haven't even touched a man in... oh rats... I don't even want to tell you."

"That's okay," I said.

"I talk a lot when I'm nervous," she said. "But oh my, some of those guys are hunks, aren't they? Some really nice buns."

"Yup," I said.

By this time we'd filled our plates. In an unspoken consensus we walked towards the living room.

"And all those cocks," Susan said. "Sometimes I look at naked men online. But I've never seen so many real ones at once in my life."

"It's pretty wild," I said as we sat down next to each other on the love seat and set our drinks on the floor. As if to punctuate my statement the sound of a woman's orgasm drifted down the hall from the orgy room.

"Oh my God," Susan said. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Doris came," I said. "I recognize her orgasm."

"Oh my God," Susan said, looking at me with round eyes, her face flushed. "You've been here before? I thought this was the first."

"I'm on the board of directors," I said. "We help test the roosters. That's where I've heard Doris come."

"Oh my God," Susan said. "You've tested the roosters? I mean you personally?"

"Sort of," I said, "the first three."

"The first three?" Susan said. "You mean three guys... you know."

"Fucked me, yeah," I said.

"Oh," said Susan.

We both ate in silence. Around us women chatted. It had the look of an ordinary women's party although some of the women were a bit more scantily dressed than would be appropriate in a more conventional setting.

"Why don't we go down to the orgy room?" I said to Susan when I saw that she was finished eating.

"Oh, I don't know," she said.

I got up and walked towards the doorway. "Come on," I said.

Reluctantly she got up and followed me. After we'd dumped our plates and plastic ware into the garbage can we walked down the hall. Glancing at her I saw she was shaking.

"Oh my God," Susan said as we went through the door. On the floor was a writhing mass of naked and half naked bodies. Women were clustered around the eight or nine men. "There's Dorothy," she said, pointing. And indeed Dorothy, now naked, was astride the cock of a tall lean blonde man I didn't recognize.

I started taking off my clothes, looking around for Brandon. He wasn't there. I did see that Cynthia was enthusiastically riding Douglas and Ellie was going down on a diminutive brown haired man.

Susan was standing stock-still staring around the room. "This is making me horny," she said. "Seriously horny."

"Why don't you get comfortable," I said, setting my stack of clothes against the wall. Susan absorbed the reality of my nakedness.

"Oh, I don't know," she said.

"You're going to have sex in those jeans?" I said.

"Am I going to have sex?" She said.

"You can if you want to," I said. "It's up to you. The guys are here for your pleasure, not their own, although I'm sure they won't be complaining."

She took a deep breath and exhaled in a gust, her shoulders dropping. "Oh my God," she said, "I can't believe I'm doing this." She began extricating herself from her clothes. After placing her things beside mine she crossed her arms over her breasts and then, as if remembering it was there, dropped her right hand to cover the triangle of sparse hair between her legs.

"What do I do next?" She said.

"Just walk around till you see a man you like and join the group," I said.

"I like the one Dorothy's with," she said.

"Then go get him, Susan," I said. I watched as she hesitantly moved in that direction, stood talking with Dorothy for a couple of minutes, and then sank to her knees beside them. The blonde man reached out to cup one of her large breasts. He said something that made her laugh.

I looked around the room, trying to decide if I wanted to join one of the groups or not. I decided not and wandered back out to the dining room. There, standing in line, his sweet smooth buttocks winking, stood Brandon. I walked up behind him and put my hand on his tight buns.

"Hi Brandon," I said.

"Hi," he said, turning to smile at me. I had the distinct feeling that he knew he knew me from somewhere but couldn't quite put his finger on the precise location.

"I'm Melissa," I said. "I'm on the board."

"Aahh," he said.

"And I'd like for you and me to go find a private room," I said.

He looked down at his plate. "Is it okay if I bring my food," he said.

"Of course," I said. I waited while he finished filling his plate and then led him down the hall. The private rooms downstairs were full so we continued up the stairs and found one with the door open. I gestured for him to enter then followed, closing the door behind me.

He stood awkwardly in the center of the room, holding his plate. I got into bed and patted the edge. He sat down and started eating. I began rubbing his back, marveling at the softness of his skin, and looking at the side of his face.

"You fucked me in that line-up after the first meeting," I said.

"Aahh," he said. "You know that was strange. It was kinda fun but kinda nasty at the same time."

"How do you mean?" I said.

"It seemed, I don't know, disconnected, I guess. Like they, you, weren't real women, only vaginas. I like to feel some kind of connection."

"Most men are just the opposite," I said.

"Well, I don't know about most men, only me," he said.

"How'd you hook up with Dorothy?" I said.

"I answered her ad on a swinger's site," he said. "I like older women."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four."

"Oh, wow, then I'm an older woman too," I said. "I'm thirty one."

"Dorothy's fifty six," he said. "She's the oldest woman I've been with. But I like her. A lot." He finished eating, put his plate on the small table beside the bed next to the bowl of condoms, then turned towards me and lay down lengthwise beside me. Reaching out he placed his hand on my hip.

"Well Melissa, what made you want to be alone with me," he said.

I was impressed, and touched, that he'd remembered my name. "There was something about the way you fucked me that was different," I said. "I think what you said about wanting a connection probably explains it. I don't always need that myself but I think the sex is better when it's there."

"Aahh," he said. He ran his hand gently down my hip, along my waist, and up to my shoulder then pulled me to him, rolling so that my body was on top of his. I gazed down at his face and saw light freckles on his nose. His eyes were closed and his features wore such an intense air of concentration as he rubbed his hands over me it as if he was trying to absorb my essence through his pores.

"That feels good," I said.

"Mmmm," he said.

I bent down to kiss him, my hands cupping both sides of his head, as my fingers savored the texture of his hair. His mouth was warm and welcoming. He seemed to be asking me what I wanted rather than telling me what he could give. I pushed my tongue between his lips and was gratified to feel his respond. I could feel his cock stirring underneath my lower belly.

"I love the way you kiss," he said several minutes later.

"The feeling's mutual," I said. And went back to it. For what seemed like a long time that's all we did. 

Then his hands slid along the sides of my ribcage, his thumbs burrowing between us to find my nipples. I lifted up my chest and he caught my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. A jolt of arousal shot from my breasts to my pussy. He was fully hard now.

"Oh God," I said. And shifted so that the shaft of his cock was trapped between the lips of my pussy. I clenched my ass, sliding along the thick ridge. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass in his hands and pressed me closer. "Oh God," I said.




Happy Ladies Book 01



We went back to kissing but the level of intensity was much higher. We both were moaning with pleasure and our tongues performed intricate exploratory dances.

"I hate to break up the party," he said, finally, "but I need to put a condom on."

I flopped over on my back beside him and he reached over to take a condom package out of the bowl, opened it, and fitted it over his cock. His very nice cock.

Walking on his knees he maneuvered himself between my open legs and pushed them wider. I looked up to see him gazing raptly at what was exposed. Settling himself on his stomach he lowered his head and gave my clitoris a slow deliberate lick. Electric spasms spangled my insides. He licked me again. Sliding his hands under my bottom he pushed his tongue up into me, swirling it around, his nose occasionally bumping my clit. Responding to the sensations my hips began to writhe wildly; he gamely followed my erratic motions. Then his amazing mouth fastened over my clit. It wasn't long before I had my first orgasm of the evening.

"Oh God, I need you inside me," I said.

He knelt and with exquisite leisure eased his full length into the emptiness between my legs. A sense of pleasurable abundance swelled within me. He leaned forward and took me in his arms, cradling me tight against his chest, as he began to move inside me. His lips found mine and I could taste myself on them. I was arching up to meet him, to welcome him back each time he receded then returned. Sometimes he held himself still and let me experience the fullness for a moment, or move in the ways that gave me the most stimulation.

How long we continued this sensual ballet I have no idea. The concept of time had no meaning when my being was centered on interpreting the significance of the captivating choreography flowing across the endings of my nerves. I followed the ebb and flow of Brandon's cock within my sensitive walls with a timeless concentration as the secret music that informed our dance grew in ardor. I could tell by his movements that Brandon was close to coming. Feeling the power of his urgency sparked my own need for orgasm. We joined in a fevered duet to reach our elusive goal. Then it was there. First for him and then for me.

"Oh God," I said, after several minutes of silence. "That was good." 

"Mmmm," he said, lifting himself up on his elbows and kissing me. A soft sweet kiss. "I like being with you."

"Not bad for an old lady, hunh," I said.

He laughed. "You're not an old lady," he said, "you're a goof."

"Hmmm," I said, taking the sides of his face in my hands, "and you're a sweet young man. What are you doing here?"

His eyes went dark and he turned his head, evading my questioning look. 

"That's a long story," he said, finally.

"I'm willing to listen, if you want to tell it," I said.

"Maybe some other time," he said. We both felt subdued by the exchange. "I'd better get back downstairs and see if anyone else wants to be with me." 

I rolled off of him and he got up, picked up his plate and plastic ware, and moved to the door, the condom still hanging from his flaccid penis.

"I really did enjoy this, Melissa," he said from the open doorway, "I hope we'll do it again." And then he was gone.

He was nowhere in sight when I emerged from the room but the bathroom door was closed so I guessed he was in there. As I descended the stairs another couple, neither of whom I knew, were coming up. He was naked but she was clothed.

"There's a room free," I said.

"Oh good," the woman said.

I looked into the orgy room as I passed and saw that there were a lot fewer people than there had been. Susan was being fucked from behind by Jorge as she sucked the cock of a man I didn't know. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. A couple of clothed women were sitting with their backs against the wall, drinks in their hands, looking on as if watching a sporting event.

The living room was packed with both women and men in various stages of undress. A few of the women, however, hadn't removed so much as a shoe. The air was filled with the babble of multiple conversations.

In the dining room the scene was similar but not quite as crowded. Those in conversation were standing in small clumps.

"Hey Melissa," Garth said, coming up behind me as I made my choices in the food line. He began dunking veggies in the dip and putting them on his plate.

"Hi Garth," I said. "How's it going?"

"I'm plumb wore out, to tell you the truth," he said. "It's hard work making ladies happy. Takes a lot out of a man. Gotta refuel."

I laughed. "So how many ladies have you made happy tonight?"

"Jesus," he said. "I've lost count. For awhile there in the orgy room they were coming in waves in more ways than one."

"Poor man," I said.

"It's a dirty job," he said.

"But someone's got to do it," I said.

"And it might as well be me," he said.

Once my plate was filled I went back into the living room and stood just inside the doorway. 

"Are you okay Midge?" Dorothy, who was fondling the cocks of the two men sitting on each side of her, asked one of the clothed women sitting nearby.

"I'm fine Dorothy," Midge said. "Thanks for asking. I'm enjoying all the sexy sights and sounds. I suspect that my husband is going to get thoroughly screwed later on tonight."

Dorothy grinned. "You can bring him along, you know," she said.

"No, I don't think so," Midge said. "This is my time."

Dorothy leaned over and began sucking the soft cock of the man on her right. The man on her left, seeing the opportunity her change in position revealed, began fingering her pussy. The hum of conversation diminished as those in the room took in the sight. Another of the clothed women, apparently inspired, walked over and knelt between the knees of the man on Dorothy's left. She took his cock in her mouth and Dorothy removed her hand. The tall blonde man I'd seen with Dorothy and Susan in the orgy room got down on his knees behind her put his hand on her shoulder.

"Is it all right if I touch you?" He said.

She nodded although it was hard to tell that that's what she was doing. "Yeah," she said, her mouth full.

He gently tugged at the bottom of her dress till she shifted so that he could pull it up over her ass, all she wore underneath was a thong.

"Daisy chain!" Cynthia said, coming into the room wearing only the glass of wine in her hand.

The blonde man was cupping the woman's ass cheeks as the tips of his fingers brushed over her thong covered pussy.

"Hey Tom," Cynthia said, standing beside the blonde man, running her fingers through his hair, "Haven't you had enough pussy yet?"

"You had enough cock?" Tom said.

Cynthia laughed. "Never," she said. "But I am taking a break which is more than I can say for you."

By this time I'd finished eating. On my way into the dining room I put my garbage in the can and then got a glass of wine. I stood by the door of the living room for a minute, watching the "daisy chain" which had now grown to seven participants. I then decided to go down to the orgy room.

There were more people in the room than there had been but not a great deal of activity. Brandon and Dawn were cuddled up in the far corner, mostly talking it looked like. Douglas lay on his back with three women, including Ellie and Jaime, next to him; they were all quietly playing. I was interested to see that Jaime had two of her fingers in Ellie's pussy. Garth was lying with Anne and Samantha, his arms around their shoulders, their heads on his chest, and one of each of their hands on his limp cock. Susan was lying with her head on the belly of the small brown haired man Ellie had been going down on earlier, suckling his cock. I headed towards Susan.

"You seem to have overcome your shyness," I said.

She took the cock out of her mouth, holding it lovingly as she spoke. "Oh my God," she said, "I've been having a great time. It's been awesome."

"I'm Tom," the small man said, lifting up his arm to shake my hand.

"Hi Tom," I said, taking his hand. "I'm Melissa."

I sat down next to him, opposite Susan, and began to run my hand along his thigh. He had a small but very hard cock and cute little balls. I tickled his balls with my fingers. Susan was back to sucking him with her eyes closed. I watched the shaft disappear and then reappear, slick with her saliva. Tom put his hand on my thigh, not quite able to reach my pussy. I edged closer, opened my legs a little, and felt his fingers worm their way between the outer lips. Tom's eyes were closed as his fingers began a delicate little dance. He stopped for a moment, put his fingers in his mouth to moisten them, and then slid them back between my pussy lips. I opened my legs wider and began stroking the base of his cock between my thumb and forefinger. Susan, feeling her lips touch my fingers, opened her eyes to look at me. I think she smiled but it was hard to tell. She closed her eyes again.

At this point Cynthia, the clothed woman who'd been going down on the man next to Dorothy, another new woman I remembered seeing in the living room, blonde Tom, and the man I'd seen going upstairs, entered. They brought with them a sense of suppressed excitement that blew through the room like a freshening wind.

"Awfully quiet in here," Cynthia said. "This is the orgy room, not the lay around and finger fuck room."

"Depends on your definition of 'orgy'," Garth said, "I'm sure plenty of people would consider this an orgy."

"Well, we're here to take it up a notch," the woman who'd been going down on the guy next to Dorothy said. Without hesitation she pulled off her dress, unhooked her bra, and pushed down her thong.

"Yeah Martha," Cynthia said, "that's the happy lady spirit. Let's see what we can get moving here," she said as she parted Garth's legs and knelt between them.

"I don't know, Cynthia," Samantha said, "this poor guy has had a hard night."

"That's what I'm here for," Cynthia said, "to make it harder. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." She began to run her fingers lightly over Garth's thighs and belly, making occasional swipes at his balls. "Okay buddy, come to mama," she said, taking Garth's cock in her hand.

Meanwhile the other four newcomers had found places on the floor.

"How about you Rick?" Martha said, taking hold of his cock. "Are you up for another go-round?"

"I think so," Rick said. "Only one way to find out."

Blonde Tom and the woman I didn't know were kissing and playing with each other as he helped her out of her clothes.

Susan's eyes were open now and she was intently watching the re-energized activities around her.

"Oh yeah mama," Douglas said. Both Susan and I turned to look and saw a somewhat chubby young woman with shoulder length auburn hair and unusually white skin settle herself on his cock.

"Ride 'em Brandy," Jaime said.

I noticed that Brandon was now going down on Dawn. Cynthia appeared to be having some success with Garth; he was now half erect.

Charlotte, the club treasurer, entered the room leading the guy Martha had been going down on in the living room. They found a spot next to blonde Tom and his partner.

"I see you're getting into the swing of things Diane," Charlotte said.

"Yeah, it took me a little while to feel comfortable," Diane said.

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" Brandy said, rocking on Douglas's cock.

"Oh yeah," Douglas said, "fuck me mama."

"I'm getting horny again," Susan said, looking at me. "I'm not usually like this."

"Go for it girl," I said. "That's what the club is for."

I moved out of the way, disengaging from Tom's fingers, as Susan swung one of her thick thighs over Tom's legs. The relative size of their bodies made for an interesting contrast. As I watched she held his cock upright, lowered her pussy down over it until the slim wand completely disappeared, and began to grind against him.

"Oh my God. Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah." Susan said.

Feeling a new wave of horniness I scrambled around on my hands and knees till I was squatting over Tom's face. I saw Tom's eyes open, take in the view of the female parts coming at him, and then close again. A moment later his tongue was inside me. I closed my eyes and felt Susan's forehead press my back and then her breasts brush against me as I concentrated on making the best use of the busy tongue flickering up from inside me and over my labia and clit.

The noise level in the room had climbed sharply in only a few short minutes. I was dimly aware of others coming into the room and a cluster of people at the door.

"Oh yeah," I heard Dorothy say. "Things have picked up in here. Don't be shy ladies." She said, apparently addressing the group at the door. "You're welcome to either join the party or find a place on the sidelines."

I opened my eyes and looked around. Martha was squatting over Rick and raising and lowering her bottom; I could clearly see his cock disappear into her pussy and then reappear. Tom was fucking Diane spoon-fashion, his hand on her breast. Charlotte was bent over, her ass in the air, as the guy she'd brought in with her fucked her from behind. Brandon was fucking Dawn missionary style. Brandy, her face red, was humping Doug's cock with furious intent as Ellie and Jaime cheered her on. Garth was fucking Cynthia doggy-style as Anne and Samantha caressed them both.

The room echoed with the sounds of sex. Cries, moans, the slaps of skin against skin, groans, sighs, the squishy noise of well lubricated parts, and hoarse passionate words.

By this time I'd turned to the point that I could look into Susan's face. She'd been looking around as well. Her eyes fixed on mine with fevered intensity. "This is so fucking hot," she said.

I turned and closed my eyes again. All the images my mind had just captured now swirled across the screen of my imagination. I felt Susan's movements quicken behind me and I began grinding my pussy on Tom's face. I felt the first throbs of orgasm mounting towards release and ground down even harder. Susan came first, I could feel her trembling. Tom yelled, sending vibrations into my cunt; I could feel his body jerking. And then the sweet hot wash of sensation swept through me. As the last pulsing quivers ran through my belly I slid over on my side.

"Holy Jesus fuck," Tom said.

I looked at him and almost laughed; his face was covered with the glaze of my juices.

"Oh my God," Susan said. I could sense that she was lying behind me. "I don't think I've ever come like that before." I felt her hand on my back. "Thank you Melissa for giving me that extra nudge; I knew I wanted to do this but I'm not sure I would have taken that first step without you."

"You're welcome Susan," I said. "But I'm sure you would have made the leap, probably sooner than later."

Around us the fucking continued but on a more subdued level. I heard the now familiar sound of Dorothy reaching climax and smiled. Several minutes later Dawn reached hers.

"Let me tell you ladies," Doris said, walking into the room, "my man Shawn is one fine piece of work. Hoo boy! He's kinda shy at first but you get him alone and he warms up good." She sat down beside me. "Who're you?" She said, addressing Tom. "I don't remember you being at a testing session."

"I'm Tom," he said. "Yeah, I was a last minute addition. Ellie did the honors."

"Your face is a mess, boy," Doris said. "Looks like a pussy been eating you and not the other way around."

Tom looked at me and grinned. "Yeah," he said, "that's pretty much how it went."

"You're cute as a button, boy," Doris said. "You up for more pussy?"

"Sure," Tom said. "I probably won't be able to fuck you though."

"Hey honey," Doris said, as she leaned back spreading her legs open, "it's all good. Damn!" She said, turning to me, "I love having all these willing men around. How are you doing, girl? Had enough cock yet?"

"Getting there," I said. "And it's great to know that if I don't get enough tonight I can come back for more."

"Tell me about it," Doris said. "I've been wanting to be fucked like this for so long. Oh yeah baby, that's the spot." She said, addressing Tom.

I got up and headed down the hall to the dining room. As I passed the living room I saw that there were still several clothed women sitting together, talking quietly.

"Hey Mel," Ellie said, coming up behind me as I stood looking down at the devastation on the table. "Kind of a mess, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Have you been avoiding me?" She said.

"Not exactly," I said. 

"What do you mean 'not exactly'," she said. "I know you're freaked out about kissing me. It's no big deal."

"I don't know why I did it," I said. "I never thought of you that way before."

"But you do now?"

"Well," I said.

"I never thought of you that way before either," Ellie said, "I'm definitely more into guys. But I have to say that since it happened..."

"I saw you with Jaime," I said.

"Yeah," Ellie said, "that was interesting. I liked it."

"It's not like I really want to, you know..." I said.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," Ellie said.

We looked at each other for a long moment. Ellie seemed to be leaning closer. And then we were kissing. Again. She put her arms around me and drew me close. I could feel her breasts against mine and our bellies touching. I ran my hands over her back and bottom. There was a brief tangle of tongues and then she pulled away.

"See," she said. "It's okay. Don't be freaking out. I've missed you."

"Okay," I said. "Okay. I have felt a little funny about it."

"Well stop it," she said, smacking my butt. "It's no big deal. Let's be friends again."

"Okay," I said.

"Jesus," said a big man with a weight lifter's physique entering the room. I remembered that he was the one Susan had been sucking in the orgy room. Seemed like ages ago now. "Looks like a bomb went off on the food table."

"Hey Bruce," Ellie said. "Yeah, it's a mess but there's still stuff to eat."

He got a plate and began digging through the clutter.

"I think I'm ready to head out," I said.

"Okay," Ellie said. "I think I am too."

We headed back to the orgy room and got into our clothes, saying our farewells to Dorothy and the other club officers we saw. We walked out together and stood for a moment in Dorothy's driveway.

"It's been a hell of a night," Ellie said. "Certainly lived up to my expectations."

"Mine too," I said.

"And it's only the first of many," she said. She was leaning in and we kissed again.

"Are we going to make a habit of this?" I said.

"Sure, why not?" She said. "It's nice."

With that we both started walking to our respective cars.

CHAPTER FOUR

A week passed before the board met again. I know it took me, at least, most of that time to get some perspective on all that had happened. It was a little disconcerting to be sitting at my desk at the bank and have one of the images from the party slip into my mind. But it was delicious too. I'd look around at my colleagues and our customers, squeeze my thighs tightly together, squirm a little, and smile. At the rate I'm going I should get the "friendliest employee" award for the month.

When Dorothy sent out the meeting emails she made it a general meeting of all the officers and said that we'd be doing an analysis of what had worked and what hadn't.

"Thank you all for coming," Dorothy said, once we'd gathered in her living room. There was a bit of tittering at her wording. "I would say, all in all, that things went pretty well. I'm not aware of any big disasters." She paused for a moment and looked around the room.

"There was one," Kymberly said.

Dorothy frowned. All eyes turned to Kymberly.

"It took Ethel and me an hour to clean up the food table," Kymberly said, "I think that qualifies as a big disaster." There was general laughter and nodding.




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"I think you might be right," Dorothy said. "That was pretty bad. But as far as the roosters were concerned I'm not aware of any problems." She looked around again. No one spoke. "Good," she said, "I think we've got a good group of guys." There was a murmur of affirmation. "Thanks in large part, I believe, to our fine recruiters and testers." Everyone applauded.

"This pussy loves that testing shit," Doris said, "even when it's bad it's good if you know what I mean. I can let go when I know my home girls got my back." There was more laughter and nodding.

"That's exactly what the club is all about," Dorothy said, "women helping women safely explore their most secret sexual fantasies."

"I want to fuck a black man," Nicole, our secretary, said softly. Everyone turned to look at her; she usually was so quiet.

"You don't want to fuck most of the black men I know," Doris said. "They'll abuse your ass."

Dorothy said, "Ellie?"

"We've got a couple on the list," Ellie said, "they should be ready for testing soon. Leroy was black but he blew us off."

"Typical," Doris said.

"Can I be a tester?" Nicole said.

"Sure, I guess," Ellie said, looking at Dorothy.

"Of course," Dorothy said. "As I said, that's what we're here for."

"Oh," Nicole said, her eyes big.

"Now that we've actually had a party," Dorothy said, "does anyone have any ideas about how to make them better? Or thoughts about something we should change?"

"I noticed that a bunch of the new members never took their clothes off," Jaime said. "Maybe we could do something to make them feel more comfortable or even require nudity."

"I'm on the party committee and I never took my clothes off," Ethel said. "And if nudity is required I'd stop coming. I'm too damn old to be prancing around in my birthday suit. If I'm going to get naked it's going to be in front of one man, preferably one as old as me."

"I don't think we should require nudity," Dorothy said. "For some of our members I'm sure the fantasy is to be able to watch openly without participating in any way. Or to know that very sexual things are happening in another room. Midge is like that; she told me she gets turned on and then goes home to fuck her husband. We have to keep in mind that the club is made up of a variety of women, with different needs and fantasies. "

"I agree that we shouldn't make rules about how the members should act," Cynthia said, "unless, of course, someone's getting hurt."

"I wish we had more private rooms," Janet said. "Shawn and I must have spent an hour trying to find one that wasn't being used."

"Shawn's a sweetheart, isn't he?" Carol said.

"God yes," Janet said. "I wanted to take him home with me."

"Don't be depriving your sisters, sister," Doris said, "I want to jump that man's bones a few more times my own self."

"Yes, the lack of private rooms is definitely a problem," Dorothy said. "I'll talk to a carpenter friend of mine and see what can be done. How much money is in the treasury Charlotte?"

"Almost seven thousand dollars," Charlotte said.

"That should be enough to add a couple more private spaces," Dorothy said. "The question is how private do they need to be? I mean, do they have to be totally sound-proofed or basically just visually private?"

"I like the sounds," Janet said, "but I like feeling that I'm alone with my guy. I've been in motels where you could hear people doing it in another room and that was kind of cool. Sure got the guy I was with going." Several women laughed knowingly.

"I agree about the sounds," Carol said.

"Why don't we make a couple of the rooms completely sound-proofed and the others not so that people can choose?" Samantha said. 

"That seems like a plan to me," Dorothy said. A motion was made and carried. "I'll talk to the carpenter in the next couple of days," Dorothy said.

"I saw some videos on the Internet," Betty said, "about this machine you sit on. Some of the women looked like they were ready to pass out they were coming so hard. Made me wonder what it would be like."

"The Sybian," Dorothy said. "Yeah, I tried one at a swinger's party. I didn't care for it. Too mechanical."

"I heard that they're awfully expensive," Donna said. "Something like fifteen hundred dollars."

"Even more with all the attachments," Kymberly said, "I've got a friend with one and I love it."

"I've tried one," Cynthia said, "it's kind of fun for a change of pace."

"Fifteen hundred dollars is a lot of money for a 'change of pace'," Dorothy said.

"I think my friend would be willing to share," Kymberly said, "I'll ask."

"Would she just drop it off or what?" Charlotte said.

"She is a he," Kymberly said. "And he'd be part of the package. He calls himself a 'driver' because he runs the controls. And I can tell you from experience that he's a great one. Knows exactly when to do what."

"He could be the Sybian rooster," Cynthia said.

"Okay, that seems feasible," Dorothy said. "We could set aside a room just for the Sybian if, of course, Kymberly's friend is willing." 

"And as long as he passes the rooster test," Ellie said.

"Oh he will," Kymberly said, "he's a really nice guy."

Another motion was made and carried.

"Are parties the only time we can be with the roosters?" Janet said. "I have to say that once a month or so really doesn't cut it for me." There were murmurs and scattered laughter of agreement.

"Well," said Dorothy, "I can't dictate what you or the roosters do outside of club activities, and I wouldn't even want to try, but as far as the club is concerned right now the parties are all that's available. As I hope I've made clear I foresee a time when the club will have a permanent location and will be open for regular hours. But that's a ways down the road. So, basically, if a rooster is willing to meet with you outside of the club that's fine but it wouldn't be part of the club activities. Am I making sense?"

"I understand," Janet said.

"Any other business?" Dorothy said. No one spoke. "Then let's adjourn and reconvene in a week or so. I'll talk with my carpenter friend, Kymberly can talk to her friend, and we'll see where things stand next week. We'll also need to start working on the next party."

After a short period of socializing, just talking, no sex, we went our separate ways.

"Well, my talk with my carpenter friend got very interesting," Dorothy said a week later. "I had to explain why we wanted the private spaces for so he'd be able to make accurate plans and I'm afraid I enflamed his imagination a bit more than I'd intended." She paused to let the laughter subside. "He had some really creative ideas about what could be done and even worked up some rough drawings." She opened a large folder and began to pass pages around.

"Oh, I like the little loft," Samantha said. "Not exactly private but seems like it would be fun."

"I like the mirrors on the walls of the little rooms," Janet said, "but the rooms do seem tiny."

"He said the mirrors would give the illusion of more space," Dorothy said, "as well as having an erotic effect."

"I think they seem cozy," Kymberly said, "after all how much room do we really need?"

"I'd been thinking in terms of a permanent installation but he... his name's Derek, by the way... warned me that if I ever decided to sell this place I'd have a problem finding buyers who wanted seven spaces that are pretty obviously only for having sex in." There was more laughter. "So he's going make them temporary so that he can pull them out once we move the club to the final location."

"How much is this going to cost?" Charlotte said.

"Well, that's the thing," Dorothy said.

"He wants some pussy," Doris said, "and he'll do it for free."

"That's pretty much it," Dorothy said, after the laughter had died down. "We pay for the materials and he'll do all the labor for nothing if he can become a rooster."

"Men," Ethel said.

"It would be handy to have a handyman around," I said. "Especially when we need to remodel whatever building we find to house the club."

"He's got to pass the rooster test," Ellie said.

"Well..." Dorothy said.

"You fucked him," Doris said.

"Yeah," Dorothy said after a moment's hesitation. "It's funny. We've known each other for years. He was a friend of my husband's. And I'll admit that I had a few little fantasies over the years but never expected anything to happen but when I started talking about little rooms to have sex in something just clicked, for both of us."

"Was it good?" Cynthia said.

"Yeah, it was," Dorothy said. "He gets my rooster vote."

"I think it sounds romantic," Kymberly said.

"Jesus," Doris said.

"Okay," Dorothy said, "Do we want to go ahead with Derek's proposal?"

"If he passes the rooster test, sure," Ellie said.

"I'll give you his contact info," Dorothy said, "and you can take it from there. So if he does pass the test are we in agreement that we'll enter into a contract to have him build the rooms?"

A motion was made and carried.

"So, on to the next order of business," Dorothy said. "Kymberly, what did your friend have to say about the idea of providing Sybian services?"

"He loved it," Kymberly said. "His name's Karl. And he loves making women come. He's always looking for new prospects so this sounded like heaven to him."

"I'll bet," Doris said. "Sounds a little creepy to me."

"No, he's not," Kymberly said. "He's not creepy at all. How can you say that when you don't even know him?" Doris shrugged her shoulders.

"Is he willing to do the rooster test?" Ellie said.

"As long as all that's expected of him is that he drives the Sybian," Kymberly said. "His wife is okay with the Sybian stuff but she doesn't want him doing more than that."

"He's got a wife?" Ethel said. "And she lets him give orgasms to all the women he can find to get on his machine? I don't know."

"His wife is very nice," Kymberly said. "We're friends. And she trusts him."

Doris rolled her eyes.

"So do we agree to let Kymberly's friend Karl bring his Sybian to party's if he passes the rooster test as a Sybian driver only?" Dorothy said.

The motion was made and carried with Doris and Ethel abstaining. Kymberly gave Ellie the information for contacting Karl.

"I'd like to bring up another subject," Ethel said, "I said something last week about older gentlemen my age. Well, I was wondering if the rooster people were even looking for guys that old."

"Not really," Ellie said, "but we have had a few responses."

"Derek might fit in that category," Dorothy said. "I don't know how old you are..."

"Sixty eight," Ethel said.

"Derek's fifty four," Dorothy said.

"A young whippersnapper," Ethel said. This was greeted by some laughter.

"Garth is sixty," Ellie said.

"You're kidding," I said. "Oh my God, he's older than my dad. I didn't realize. He seems younger than that."

"Another whippersnapper," Ethel said. "But I might do him."

"So Ellie," Dorothy said, "can you check out some of the older gentlemen so that we can get Ethel laid? And Ethel, would you be willing to be the rooster tester for older gentlemen?"

"Yes, I'm willing," Ethel said, "as long as I can be alone with him. I'm not an exhibitionist like some of you young ladies."

"I'll get right on it," Ellie said. "And I'd like to add that I have two black men lined up for testing at our next board meeting."

"Two," Nicole said softly.

"I'll also try," Ellie continued, "to schedule Derek and Karl for testing."

"Sounds like workout time for this pussy," Doris said.

At this point Dorothy guided the discussion into what needed to be done to prepare for the next party. Since the details had been worked out for the first party it was largely a matter of assigning tasks. A short time later the meeting broke up.

When we met again Dorothy informed us that this session would be focused primarily on testing the new roosters and socializing. We did, however, convene the board long enough to schedule the next party for the following Saturday.

"I know it's kind of short notice," Dorothy said, "but I think it's important that we start maintaining a regular pattern."

The only other business was when Barb volunteered to start producing a short monthly newsletter that would be emailed to members.

The doorbell rang as we adjourned.

"This is my friend Karl," Kymberly said, leading a tall, slim, bespectacled man lugging a large box into the room. Behind them was a tiny dark haired woman. "And this is his wife, and also my friend, Johanna."

"Where do I set up?" Karl said, after brief greetings had been made. Dorothy directed Kymberly to guide him to a downstairs bedroom.

The doorbell rang again and soon after Ellie came in followed by two older men, one Latino and the other white. 

"Ladies, this is Derek and George," Ellie said.

"I understand that there is a lady present of a certain age requiring some special attention," George said.

"That would be me," Ethel said, "you smooth talking devil."

"Ah!" Said George, approaching her and ceremoniously kissing the back of her hand, "milady shall we retire to someplace more private?"

"You're a nut," said Ethel. "But that does sound like a very pleasant idea."

"He's a character," Derek said, laughing as George escorted Ethel out of the room. "He's been talking like that ever since I met him out front."

"Ethel said she wanted a gentleman and he seemed to fit the bill," Ellie said.

"Glad you could make it," Dorothy said, giving Derek a peck on the lips. "Are you ready for your big test?"

"Sure," Derek said, looking around at the rest of us. "Just tell me what I need to do."

The doorbell rang again.

"That'll be Darryl or Anthony," Ellie said, heading for the door.

"You can start with me," Doris said to Derek. "How about we go down to the orgy room." A small group of the other women followed them.

"This is Anthony," Ellie said a moment later, bringing a powerfully built African-American man in his early thirties into the room. "This one's for you, Nicole."

Nicole looked as if she was seriously considering running in the opposite direction.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, honey," Dorothy said. "Just because you had the fantasy doesn't mean you're ready to make it happen."

"I do want to," Nicole said, "but I can't just jump into it. Is it okay if we just talk for awhile?" She said, addressing Anthony.

"Of course," Anthony said, in a calm low-pitched voice. "I'll only go as far as you're ready to go."

"Thank you," Nicole said, moving towards him. She touched his hand as she passed. "Let's find a room."

"I thought she was going to chicken out there for a second," Ellie said, after they'd left. "I would have been glad to take her place, I have to say."

"No kidding," Jaime said, "he's a hottie."

The doorbell rang again.

"That'll be Darryl," Ellie said. "Wow, all the prospective roosters made it this time." She left to answer the door.

Suddenly there was a low thundering sound.

"What the fuck is that?" Samantha said. "Sounds like an airplane taking off."

"That's the Sybian," Cynthia said, laughing.

"Holy shit," Dawn said. "If it looks anything like it sounds I'd call it an industrial strength sex toy."

"Let's check it out," Betty said. A group of us moved in the direction of the rumbling noise.

We entered the room to find Kymberly, naked, her back to us, squatting over something that looked like a small black Quonset hut with a sort of flesh colored rubber column sticking up. We couldn't see most of the shaft because it was in Kymberly's pussy. Kymberly was moving her bottom, apparently in order to maximize the sensation. Karl, dressed only in a pair of blue bikini briefs, was hunched over a set of controls with two knobs on it, his eyes focused on Kymberly's face; there was a modulation in the sound each time he turned one of the knobs. Johanna, clothed, was sitting to one side, cross-legged, grinning at Kymberly's shifting expressions. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Kymberly was moaning.

"One knob controls the vibration and the other one controls the rotation," Cynthia said, "it's pretty amazing what it feels like when they both get going just right."

"It's not for everyone," Dorothy said. "But it is interesting to watch."

"I think I want to do more than just watch," Cynthia said. "It's been awhile since I've had a good ride." She quickly stripped off her clothes and walked up to Kymberly, touching her back. "I've got dibs after you," she said.

"That's enough," Kymberly said to Karl, who powered down the machine. "Whew," she said, slipping off to the side nearest Johanna, "that was good." Johanna patted her cheek.

"Let me get these washed up," Karl said. "You seem familiar with the machine. Do you know which attachment you want?" He said to Cynthia.

"Yeah," said Cynthia, "I'd like to go with the big g-spot one."

"Okay. Great." Karl said. "Give me a minute."

"You don't mind your husband doing this?" Janet said to Johanna.

"Not at all," Johanna said. "Actually it's mine. I got it before Karl and I met when I tried one at a party. And when we got together he kind of took it over. He's very technically minded and somehow keeps learning new tricks. So I get the benefit of all his practice."

"But he's making other women come," Carol said.

"And he's very good at it," Johanna laughed. "But we've agreed that he'll only have real sex with me."

"This seems like real sex to me," Janet said. "I mean Kym was like totally into it."

"Well, I set the boundaries I'm comfortable with and it works for both of us," Johanna said. "I think of Karl as kind of an artist whose medium happens to be women's bodies and the pleasure he can give them. As long as he doesn't touch them I'm fine."

"You said the big g-spot one, right?" Karl said as he came out of the bathroom carrying the attachment he'd used with Kymberly.

"Yup," Cynthia said.

Several minutes later he had it set up. Cynthia took her time easing the big ball into her pussy. 

"Okay," she said, leaning over to grip the naugahyde covered stool in front of her.

Karl started the machine, watching Cynthia's face intently. With practiced care he began tweaking the knobs. 

"You are good at this," Cynthia said, looking into his eyes a couple of minutes later. "Damn! Oh shit, I'm coming. Oh yeah."

A squishy sound was added to the powerful drone of the machine as her juices flowed.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh damn," she said as the sound mounted. "That's enough, that's enough, that's enough," she yelled about ten minutes later. Karl powered down the machine and Cynthia fell limply over on her side. "Oh my God," she said, "you really are a master. There's no question."

"Thank you," Karl said. Johanna grinned.

"Okay, I'm convinced," Jaime said, starting to remove her clothes. "I've got to try this thing." As Karl went to wash the attachment he'd used with Cynthia, Johanna gave Jaime a brief survey of the attachments available. Jaime picked one that was medium sized and looked like a small dildo.

"Derek's great," Doris said, entering the room, her large breasts swinging. "A really nice man. Jesus," she added, catching sight of the medium sized attachment disappearing into Jaime's red bush. "What the fuck?"

"That's the Sybian," Cynthia said.

"It's a lot bigger than I expected," Doris said. She watched as Karl began to power up the machine and Jaime responded to the attachment coming to life inside her vagina. "Holy shit." Doris said.

I was beginning to feel claustrophobic in the overcrowded space and made my way out. After a quick trip to the bathroom I went down the hall. Donna, Anne, and Charlotte, still clothed, were seated against the wall in the orgy room when I entered; I couldn't hear what they were saying but they seemed to be critiquing Ellie's equestrian-like form as she posted on top of a tall black man lying in the middle of the room. Patricia, leaning on her elbows, her substantial behind lifted up and facing us, was kissing him; his arm was long enough to have reached all the way underneath her and one of his big fingers was sliding in and out of her pussy.