Disco Daze

In 1972 I had just turned 30. I think that’s a tough milestone for a lot of people. I was wondering if I would be able to maintain what men, and women, had found attractive about me. I never did figure out why people gravitated to me, especially regarding sex.
I was working at an aerospace firm in Los Angeles. What a great place to be at that time. Lots of fun night life. Disco had caught on in the city, and the discos were packed tightly with people.
A woman from an East coast city was working with me for the week. She was very attractive. She was almost six feet tall, with legs that went forever. She wore very tasteful, professional looking suits, both dresses and pant suits, that did their best to hide a dynamite body, but failed miserably. I thought she was a bit cold in her demeanor, but she wasn’t at our offices to make friends, she did her job.
She came up to me late Friday night and asked if I had any plans for the evening. I told her that I was thinking about going to a disco later. She said she was flying out the next day and was wondering if there were any places close to her hotel where we could eat dinner? I asked, “ Would you like to have dinner with me, and then go to the disco afterwards?” Her eyes lit up and she agreed. We went back to our places to get cleaned up and get ready for a night out.
I picked her up at her hotel and we went to dinner. She had on a nice, thin sweater and a very tasteful skirt hemmed just above the knees, with hose, and nice strappy heels. I thought, “Poor East coast girl. She’s going to be hot in that disco wearing that sweater.” It was thin, so maybe it would be okay. I was right, she had a knock out body. My pussy started getting wet just thinking about the possibilities, but I knew I had to be careful.
Dinner was very pleasant. When we finished I took her in my car to the disco. I was right, it was packed. We worked our way to the bar and got a drink. I looked around and saw the place was full of unemployed actors. Everyone looked so attractive.
One very attractive guy came and asked me to dance. It could have been the low cut top and short skirt I was wearing that made him come to me and not my new friend, Michelle. My skirt wasn’t very tight, and had a nice slit up the back. The slit went too high for me to wear my usual thigh high nylons. I had to wear light grey pantyhose.
The gentleman and I tried to dance, but it was too crowded. So we went back to the bar. Michelle had saved my seat. Trying to talk in a disco is almost impossible, so I had the gent sit down and i just backed into him. I hadn’t planned on backing into his crotch; however, the crush of people forced me into him, and Michelle into me.
I felt the guy start to run his hands along my thighs. When I got pushed back, my skirt went up, and with the slit being so high, I just had a thin layer of nylon between me and his pants…make that cock. He had taken his cock out and was rubbing it on my pussy through the pantyhose. I wasn’t wearing any panties under the hose. I turned my neck to look at him. He had an apprehensive look on his face, so I wiggled my butt to let him know it was okay. He reached up and pulled down my pantyhose. It was tough not to bump into Michelle while he did it. She was looking at me smiling, so I figured she didn’t know what was going on.
I guess the guy had a small pocket knife, because he cut a hole in my hose and then ripped the panty part front to back, and then pulled my pantyhose back up. That allowed me to spread my legs just enough so he could snake his cock into my pussy. There wasn’t a whole lot of room for movement, but I still had the ability to use my pussy walls to squeeze and release a hard cock.
I was standing as he moved slowly in and out of me in very short strokes. I just had to bend my legs a little to get him entirely inside of me. The height of his bar stool was perfect for this. I got bumped by the guy to my left. He smiled at me and then looked down. What he saw was my leg and ass exposed and the fellas cock going in and out. The guy to my left touched my thigh, leaned over, and said, “Can I be next?” He was even better looking than the guy I was building to a climax inside of me. I smiled and gave him a nod.
It was so far so good with Michelle. She was looking out at the mass of people, as the guy inside of me lifted me a little as he came. I stood up, the guy zipped up, kissed me on the cheek, and worked his way out from behind me. The guy next to me sat down on the bar stool, covered himself with my skirt as best he could, unzipped and jammed me down onto his cock. I was wondering if I could take as many guys as I did when I was a teenager.
At that, Michelle looked at the guy, worked her way in front of me between my legs, and said, “Are you going to fuck them all or can I have some?” and then kissed me. Two women kissing in 1972 was a scandal. I didn’t care, but it drew a crowd tighter around us of guys with very hungry looks. She turned around and got between my legs, her back to me. My hands slowly pulling up her skirt until her pussy was exposed.
She was wearing a garter belt and very nice nylons and expensive high heels. It was so crowded that only the guy right in front of her could see her pussy. She turned her head back around, looking me in the eyes. I actually saw on her face when some stud jammed his cock inside of her, her eyes showing more white. As I’ve said, she was gorgeous. Since she was so tall, it was easy for guys to slip into her puss. She started to hold her skirt herself. This allowed me to lift her sweater above her tits and gently massage her nipples. Her breasts were so firm, they didn’t need a bra.The thought of what we were doing was just so exciting.
Other than the little circle of people jammed around us, no one had a clue what was happening. Even the bartender was unable to see anything strange. As one guy would cum, another would take his place. I felt cum dripping down my legs, into my shoes. I felt hands on my breasts. It was a very attractive woman, a look of lust on her face. A guy got in front of her, his cock sticking straight out. He pushed the woman to her knees, and then slammed his cock into her mouth. She had let go of my tits, and had grabbed his ass pulling him into her deeper. The feel of the big prick driving inside of me, the smell of Michelle’s perfume, her head jerking against me with each thrust of her lover, and the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees, spit coming out onto her blouse and floor just did it for me. I came so hard I almost passed out, my legs buckling a little. We were jammed together so tightly I didn’t fall.
Michelle had felt me go limp. Her guy had cum, so she turned around and grabbed me. The woman on her knees saw me also and stood up to hold onto me. I got my wits back where I had left off, I was still cumming, but I knew something was wrong since the guy was gone and i was sitting on the bar stool. I smiled sheepishly. I said to the girls, “Wow, I’ve haven’t cum that hard in a long time.” They asked if I wanted to leave? I saw the guys touching us with their cocks and said, “I’m not ready to go yet if you two are okay. There’s cocks to be fucked.” They laughed.
The bar stool to my left opened up so the other woman sat down on that, scooted forward so her pussy was available, and spread her legs. Michelle stayed facing me, her lips brushing mine. A group of eight guys that were at the disco for a bachelor party worked their way close to us. The groom got under me and I was so wet, he slipped his cock into my ass. His best man drove deep into Michelle’s ass, her mouth opening in a soundless scream. I think they had this planned to fuck both of us in the ass. The woman to my left took a cock between her legs and moaned loudly. I actually heard her, which was a miracle. Oh, it felt so good. These two weren’t trying to hide what they were doing, they were loud, but Michelle and I didn’t care. This was fabulous. The music was pounding, the crowd was crushing, and hands were all over the three of us, squeezing, pulling, and pinching. We were in the middle of a mass of hot sweating bodies. I hope that is what heaven is like.
A guy stepped up to the woman next to me. He pushed away the guy that had just cum in her. He had a real demented look on his face. The guy must have weighed 250 pounds, and had a cock close to the size of Ray, my half back from the black fraternity, and my Uncle John. He reached down and pushed her legs further apart. She looked scared as he came at her with that monster. I was going to scream something, but no one would have heard. He slammed his thick prick into her pussy. That had to hurt, but thanks to all the cum dripping from her quim, she recovered quickly and started giving as much as she got, clutching his back.
My legs started to shake from standing, and the force of many cocks slamming into my pussy and ass. I lost track after I counted 20 men enter me. I looked between my legs and could see that Michelle and I had a fairly big pool of cum on the ground. It was slippery as hell.
There seemed to be a never ending supply of cocks. Michelle whispered in my ear that she never felt so satisfied. I looked at the gal next to me. She had drool and cum dripping down the right side of her mouth, her eyes closed tight, a smile on her face.
The crush of people started to ease up. I was afraid we’d be seen by an employee, so I said to Michelle, “Let’s go when these two cum.” She nodded. I whispered to the girl next to us as she was getting hammered by another big guy, “Do you want to leave with us now?” She looked at me dreamily and said, “No way,” and gave me a big grin.
We were lucky that the men came at about the same time. I jumped up, damn near fell because of the huge amount of slick cum that had leaked from our pussies and asses, and headed for the door, hearing guys calling after us to come back. I looked behind me and saw the crowd close around the smaller woman. She was going to be in for a fun time.
I stood by the side of my car, unlocking the door. I looked down at my legs. There actually was a stream of cum leaking from my pussy and ass, down my legs, and onto the ground. I said, “Michelle, are you leaking like a faucet? I sure am.” She looked down, giggled and said, “That’s unbelievable.” I went over to her side of the car. I said “Did you put your panties back on?” She replied, “I didn’t wear any.” “I guess we should stand here for a second and drain,” I laughed. She said, “Let’s just mess up your seats, run to my hotel, and I’ll lick you clean.” I kissed her and said, “Deal,” and hurried to the driver’s side door.
We did everything to each other we could think of. I fisted my first woman. We had so much cum inside of us that it was easy. She really responded to me pumping in and out of her, cumming and cumming on my arm, crying in ecstasy. The people in the room next to us pounded on the wall. We giggled. When she was finished cumming, she was true to her word, sucking as much jizz out of me that she could.
After we got cleaned up, we laid on her bed holding each other. I told her I was glad my Uncle John told me to get vinyl seats. She laughed and said, “I am going to be so sore tomorrow on the plane.” I told her, “I don’t think you got all your work done last week. I think you need to stay a few more days.” She smiled, gave me a kiss, and said, “I think you’re right.” We fell asleep in each others arms.