As you might imagine, I picked up a lot of bad habits from that environment. Indeed, I was proud of having Mom's forceful personality. As for my appearance, I had my father's thin genes and Mom's tits and wide hips. So I had a killer body.
But I didn't do much with it. In high school I insulted every boy who had the guts to approach me. My main friend was a butch lesbian who worshipped the ground I walked on but never got lucky with me.
Half a dozen years later, everything changed. I had served as a bridesmaid for a girl who worked with me at the courthouse. A fiftyish judge asked me took me aside at the reception and asked if I'd ever been to sex club. His question made me curious and, furthermore, I assumed I'd be safe with him.
"We can just watch," he told me. He also made it clear that I wasn't to call him Judge nor could I use my own real name. He was Bill and I was Sandy. How ironic! Sandy was my mom's name.
He took me to the top of an upscale apartment building where we walked in on forty people in various states of undress and thinly-veiled disguise. A guy in a Yankees cap was sitting back on a sofa getting an unhurried blow job from a plump woman who was naked except for slippers and a red mask. A second guy watched from a few feet away. I suppose he was waiting his turn. Other people were kissing and groping and some were on floor pads over by the picture window.
A girl in a bunny custume greeted Bill. He whispered something that prompted her to give me a silver mask. I was sort of in shock but very interested. My mind was spinning. The hostess slipped an Elvis wig on Bill and handed martinis to both of us from a sideboard.
Bill steered me to the dining room table. "We don't do introductions," he said. "so you don't have to worry about remembering names." The mask identifies your status. As long as you are wearing that color, no one will talk to you except through me. They might smile and invite you over with a hand signal, but they can't touch you unless you take the mask off.
"What about red?" I asked.
"They give blow jobs," Bill said.
I had been assessing everything. Women outnumbered men by a small margin. A lot of the women were pretty and young like the hostess who had given me the mask, but at least half were ordinary and in some cases fat. The men were mostly older and had the look of wealth. One exception was a thirty-something black guy who had been part of the cluster of people over by the room's large picture window. Four older ladies--nude and gross looking--were kissing him and playing with of his body.
Bill was watching. "We call him Big Dick," he said. "He gets paid to come entertain the wives just like the young women get paid to entertain the husbands."
"What am I doing here?" I asked.
"You're my date. You can decide for yourself what you want to do."
My mind was reeling. More than at any time in my life, my pussy was dripping and hot. I owned a vibrator and loved masturbating, but I had never yearned to have a man inside me or to touch a cock. I was of a mind to go through life without ever having sex...and I was okay with that. But this stuff was arousing me big time.
"Can I walk around?" I didn't ask Bill to walk around with me. "Will I be safe?" I added.
Bill assured me I would and asked if I wanted him to wait for me.
That hadn't entered my mind. "If I tell you to go ahead and have fun," I said, "what will you do?"
"Well, let me put it this way," he said. My first choice is to go with you to a private bedroom and make love. Sarah says you are a virgin."
I ignored his implied request and tossed down the rest of my martini.
He understood.
I asked if he ever got together with the red mask girls.
He said that was what he came here for.
"I'll tell you what," I said, "I'd like to stroll around the room a little. Why don't you find one of the red girls and maybe I'll watch what she does to you. Would that bother you?"
He told me I could sit next to him and hold his hand. "You can kiss me as I cum if you feel inspired. I like you better than any of the other girls."
A flush of heat waved through me. I needed another martini.
I took my fresh drink to the Big Dick show. He winked at me while three middle-aged ladies shared his long cock and another fed him her breasts. The guy was aptly named, and if there had been less of a crowd I might have touched his cock. I wanted to.
Bill strolled over with a Red Mask girl at his side. "Would you like to join us?" he said. "This is Kitty. I haven't seen her before."
Kitty and I said hi. She looked to be barely 18. I felt sure they wouldn't have anyone younger.
"Bill says you want a demonstration," she said.
Bill sat on one end of a love seat and patted the place next to him for me. He kissed my hand and arm as Kitty started unzipping his pants. Then he kissed my mouth and I gave in. I enjoyed it!
Kitty looked up at me as she licked his hairy cock to get him started. Compared to Big Dick's, Bill's was nothing to write home about, but I'd seen magazine photos and it looked normal to me.
"Can I take my pants off?" he said.
"Hey, it's your party," I told him.
He lifted his butt and helped Kitty get his pants all the way off. She handed them to me like I was his valet.
Then she started going up and down on Bill's cock: all the way down, all the way up. Every now and then she kissed the sides and worked it a little with her fingernails.
Bill had his left arm around me and was using me as a thrusting support. "Kitty, you're really good," he said. Have you been here before?"
She said she had been on the waiting list for six months but she hadn't been 18.
"You like to suck cock?"
"Yes," she said, "and I love the taste of cum. The more the better."
He grunted approval as she dived back down on his cock.
Bill then took my hand and moved it down to Kitty's thrusting head.
"Do you want me to cum," he asked, "or should I save it for you?"
"Give it to Kitty," I said.
Kitty looked up and smiled. She took my hand from her head and put it around Bill's cock. "Do you want to get down here and taste him?" she asked me.
I did, but I said no thanks.
She looked up at Bill and said, "Are you a good cummer?" Mr. Bill.
"I will be tonight," he said. "I have two beautiful women and I haven't cum in a week."
"Yum, yum," she said, and she went after him with renewed intensity.
My hand was still there. I wanted to feel him ejaculate. I wanted to see the sperm, but I was afraid Kitty would take everything and swallow it before she came up for air.
"How will I know?" I asked him.
"Kiss me," he said.
I let go of his cock and got up on my knees so I could kiss him deeply. I breathed in his mouth and he breathed in mine with an increasing tempo.
He stopped kissing me then and said, "I'm getting close. Get your face down there and watch it happen."
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I ripped off my mask so I could see better.
Kitty could sense my interest. She stopped sucking and told me to take a turn--although she kept working his saliva-covered dick with her hand. I put my mouth around a cock for the first time and tasted a sweetness, which I knew was pre-cum.
"Don't slow down," he said, with a sense of urgency.
I pulled away and said, "You do it, but show me his cum before you swallow it, okay?"
She took over and communicated that she would.
As I moved back next to Bill he reached in between my legs and inserted his finger up against my wet pussy. I humped a little and wanted him to find his way inside, but his focus was more on cumming.
"Oh, God," he said.
Kitty stayed on the job. We could tell from the way his muscles were tensed that he was about to cum.
Then he yelled a loud noise and exploded into her face.
She took the first gush with a little gag and then pulled back just a little so I could watch. Her mouth was like a catcher's mitt. White cum pooled on her tongue as three, maybe four, final spurts gushed out.
"Oh shit," I said, "That was fantastic." I edged in and licked the last juices up for myself.
Kitty gargled a little and then kissed me on the cheek.
I took my mouth off Bill's cock and went for her lips. She kissed me and poked sperm into my mouth with her tongue. I tongued back at her, hotly and heavily. Bill's load went back and forth a little but she ended up with the lion's share as we came up for air. She swallowed and I swallowed. Some things can be learned really quickly!
"Thanks, Bill," I said. "That was great." To Kitty I added, "Thanks to you, too. You really know what you are doing."
Kitty looked proud. "I'll be coming every Saturday," she said. Then she turned to me and said, "Hope to see you here, too."
Bill took me to a bedroom so we could clean up and asked if I wanted anything else.
I asked if he wanted to know the truth.
When he said yes I told him I wanted to give up my virginity to Big Dick.
"How about both of us?" he suggested.
"You can watch," I said.
He asked if I were on the pill and my shocked face was all the answer he needed. "You get some birth control," he said, "and I'll schedule Big Dick to meet with us privately at a hotel. I don't want him to know who I am."
My girl friend was all over me the next day with questions. I told her I wasn't supposed to talk about it, but it was fun. I told her I didn't do anything because I hadn't been on birth control.
"Like shit," she said.
Judge H had told her everything!
I asked what kind of relationship she had with him and she said she had been going there for the better part of a year before she met her husband.
"Does your husband know?" I asked.
She said hell no and I got the impression that she still hadn't figured out what the future would hold. "I was a red mask," she said. "I never fucked anyone but I'll bet I sucked 200 cocks. What an incredible rush that was. Bill tells me you want to give up your virginity to Big Dick."
"Jesus," I said, "I thought this was going to be a confidential thing."
She assured me it would be. She and the Judge had a special relationship. He had been giving her money and had gotten her husband a good job with a big law firm.
"And you never fucked him?"
"Not once," she said.