Oh What a Night!

Late September back in 67, I was on the prowl. I had managed to get a really good fake ID which let me into a number of clubs. I really was only just eighteen, but "mature looking," as I was once told. What was left of summer was going, autumn was well and truly coming, warm days, cooler nights. My summer job, and my part time work through the previous two years bought me a 10 year old VW Bus that hadn't been ruined by a bunch of hippies pretending to be artists.

I had fitted the rear cabin with a really thick sponge and some sheets adding both a rear window curtain and a curtain right behind the front seat. This was done entirely for fucking. I told my parents that it was really for me to get away camping, doing some surfing, or getting up to the Rockies but reality was, I wasn't interested in those things unless there was someone to fuck while I was doing them.

I had only just fitted the sponge mattress, after cleaning the back with degreaser and then hot, soapy water, leaving it to dry for a couple of days. I painted the inside panels with a sky blue. There was no roof panelling in the flatbed model, so I found one in a local car salvage yard, drilled some holes and fitted it. Not a great job but it worked. Total cost, thirty-five bucks - which was a shitload of money then, but worth it, I thought. I hadn't broken it in yet, but I was all prepared for it.

The night was too cool for a Tee, and I would never have gotten into this club with one on anyway. I parked the van and, being a Thursday, there was no line up, so I went inside. The bouncer on the door looked at me as I tried to walk past, "Got some ID there buddy?"

I just gave him that look of "why are you dicking me around shit-for-brains". I nodded and kept walking.

"I still gotta see it!" So I stopped, reached into my wallet, then gave him a "you're a dickhead if you think I am under 21" look, and showed him my fake drivers license. I wouldn't get away with that if I was giving it to police, even the thick local cops would bust my ass, but this guy didn't even touch it, he checked the date and said, "OK, but we gotta check everyone." I nodded and then ignored him.

Arrogance will get you further in clubs anyway. They remember you next time, so you won't have to go through the charade again. The lights were dimmed, there was spinning mirror, not the disco ball that was about to become famous, but a mirror with colored glass and a reflected light to shine on the ceiling. Then, that was seriously cool man, believe it or not. I specifically went to this place, on the Thursday night, not because this was really at the start of the club revolution, but because here was a lot of women, terribly old women, some even in their mid- to late-thirties. This was a place called, "grab a grannie" by the younger men that went there, regularly. It was full of married women on the prowl, cougars they call them now, but then it was just women who wanted to get laid by someone not their husband. The music was playing loudly and there were a lot of women, for sure; there were far fewer men than women, but older men. I looked again and saw they were actually older than the women. Husbands, maybe? Old queens? There were not too many young bucks like me around, but it was still early.

It was actually funny watching one overweight guy, seriously florid in the face, trying to dance, and I use that word loosely, with this girl who was obviously bored with him. Then his toupee started slipping. Fuck, this poor bastard just wasn't going to turn a trick that night. I didn't bother to go and rescue her, I thought, fuck her, she ain't that good looking. The music finished and this guy nearly collapsed in a heap. What looked to me like a heart attack was brewing. The music started again and this guy started jiggling again, I wasn't going to hang around there to watch, so I moved towards the bar.

There was an old woman there, alone, at the bar. She looked to me to be about mid-30s, alone and while she wasn't wearing a ring, you could see where it had been. She was actually quite attractive, nice body, firmed by a hugging dress, maybe so I went over and asked for a Coke. The bartender gave me a funny look, so I just said, I was driving to the midwest early in the morning, and didn't want a hangover. He opened a bottle and poured it into a glass, I paid, then the woman looked at me, and said, "So you're a traveller."

"I am tomorrow." Bullshit, but I didn't want to let her know that.

"Going to be away for long?"

"Just a week, maybe ten days, depends."

"Depends?"

"If it is interesting or not."

"What would be interesting?"

"Writer's workshops, then a conference and then more workshops." Those workshops were real, but I couldn't pay for them, so wasn't going.

"So you are a writer?"

"Not yet, but I want to be." Then to be a writer, you had to be published, magazines, newspapers, books were the ultimate. No internet then. I had a battered old Remington typewriter, a monster of a thing, heavy but it went where I did.

"What do you write?"

"Well, so far, nature stories, human drama-"

"Porn," she laughed.

"You mean "Lady Chatterley's Lover" porn. Or perhaps Henry Miller?" I replied.

"No, I mean good old fashioned hard-core pornography. Guy-girl, or guys-girls?"

I smiled, "Nah, Playboy said I was too tame." She laughed, and I thought this was too good an opportunity to miss. "Besides, we write best about things we know a lot about. And I am still researching that topic."

Again she laughed, and I really listened to it this time, a little forced laugh. We settled into friendly conversation, suggestive banter that grew more and more suggestive. The girl who was dancing with the toupee guy came and sat next to her and quietly said that she had enough of that guy. I bought a couple of drinks for them, and the conversation continued. I finally asked their names, the dancer said, "Molly," and the drinker said, "Helen."

"Pleased to meet you ladies, I'm David." I asked Helen if she wanted to dance, she nodded. We moved to the dance floor, then the lights went even more dim and the music slowed. By this time, the place was seriously crowded, which surprised me for a Thursday night. Obviously ladies night. The dance floor was a full of women dancing with each other. Helen got closer, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me even closer. I thought any closer and it won't matter about the clothes.

The music played through and Helen quietly spoke in my ear, "Are you going to take me outside and have sex with me?"

I was somewhat surprised, and replied, "I can't say I hadn't thought about it. I have a van, with a mattress, be a lot more comfortable than just going outside."

"Are you a boy-scout?"

I smiled, "No, but I thought I better be prepared."

I held her hand and walked her back to the bar, she grabbed her bag and then over the music, "Come with us, Molly." What? Molly looked up and then at me, and I looked at her, surprised.

"Why not?" I shrugged, after all, it wouldn't be the first threesome I had, just never with two women before. She picked her purse up and the three of us left the club. I led them down the street, around the corner. I stopped at the side of the microbus and opened the sliding door. I had a torch set up to shine off the roof, so turned it on. Molly and Helen got in, I followed them and slammed the door, locking it.

"Well, we're here," Molly said.

"Yep, we are" I replied.

Helen reached over and pulled me to her, then kissed me. "I like to be kissed when I am going to be fucked."

Molly looked at us and said, "Can I get fucked as well?"

I felt Helen's hand reach out, so I did too, the only issue was that it wasn't my hand Molly reached for. Helen broke her kiss with me and turned to kiss Molly.

What the fuck? I was caught by surprise and I must admit, seriously turned on by that. It was unexpected and just so fucking sexy. I saw Molly's hands reaching for Helen's tits, and no objection from Helen at all. My cock just went from semi aroused to raging horn in moments.

"Wow," Helen said, "did you bring a gun?" She reached down and ran her hand over my engorged cock, "Mmmm, nice dick, I think I would like to see a bit more of that."

Molly looked at me and while she was not the most attractive person around, she had a nice body, and these eyes that just went on and on, deep, dark pools of a gentle brown color that seemed to draw me in. I had not noticed that before, but then, to be fair, she didn't really focus on me until now. When she did, she went from being very ordinary to being very desirable. In those first seconds, I just knew that she was going to be the better fuck, and I was right. I found Helen to be more than a little selfish and demanding. Molly, however, she was really giving, and for the first time in my life, I understood I wanted to give back to someone what they were giving me. I thought I had that with Ella, but I was really only kidding myself. After Ella, the thought of giving someone else pleasure had not really been a part of my sex life. I was a real prick, only happy if I was fucking someone, and I didn't really care if my partner was getting any pleasure from it.

In the back of a VW Micro bus, you might think there is some room, but with three people, it gets a little crowded in the five foot width even though it's about eight and a half foot long, with not much head room. It was a flatbed, no wheel arches so lots of room, I thought. Clothes went everywhere and we were all naked. Heads knocked on the roof, I jammed my knee into the wall a couple of times, I was thinking I should have covered the panels with padding, but never thought it was an issue. I was very distracted at the time and didn't know how much it was going to hurt the next morning.

I kissed Molly, a lingering kiss, a gentle kiss, concentrating on pleasing her.

"Wow," she said as we broke, "That was really nice." The lessons I had gotten from the Ella and her husband were starting to pay off, I thought.

Kneeling, over Molly, I looked at her lying on her back, with her legs spread. She seemed a bit heavy in the ass, but had really nice tits with big aureoles. I had the nipple of one in my mouth and my hand was playing with the other as she moaned with Helen's tongue lapping at her. I felt a hand grabbing at my cock, Molly, most likely, gently rubbing it. Molly rocked back and forward, pushing her cunt into Helen's mouth, moaning and squealing a little as she did. Molly gasped and grunted and squealed and then cum. I knew it as her torso went a real red. It wasn't the first time I had seen a cum flush, and it didn't last long, but she really was turned on by Helen's lapping at her.

Helen pushed off Molly and pulled me towards her, forcing me down, to lap her. There were no issues here, and I knew I was a good clit licker. Molly had moved and I rolled onto my back, forcing my head down, under a kneeling Helen. She was already swollen in excitement, her lips pushing out from the bush that covered her mons and vagina. Without any preamble, I thrust my tongue into her, and a few moments later, I felt a warm mouth engulf my cock. It was Molly, for sure, I thought, I saw no roof from under the cheeks of Helen's ass, ergo, it wasn't a sixty-niner. As the scene progressed, Helen didn't swallow my knob at any time. She was quite happy to lick Molly but not suck me, even after I had made her cum.

I have always had the ability to allow someone to suck my cock and not cum, if I was doing likewise to my partner, just never bothered with it before. Here, it was important that I not cum, so ignored Molly's actions and concentrated on licking Helen. It didn't seem long until Helen began rocking on my face then in one quick action, grabbed my head between her thighs, and began furiously rubbing herself over my face. She spasmed a little, I could feel the tension grab and release as she came, and my face was covered with her juice. There wasn't a lot of it, but there was some.

Even muffled as I was by silken thighs, I heard Helen say, "Oh you have to try this tongue, Moll, he is brilliant." Well, some compliment, I thought. "Swap." Molly was actually a pretty good sucker, and even though I hadn't paid much attention to her, I could tell she was quite skilled. The girls swapped places, I didn't mind, I was going to be licking another clit and getting my cock sucked, doesn't matter. Molly lifted off and the cooler air hit my moisture covered dick, making me realize just how close I actually was to cumming. Fuck, Molly was a seriously good cocksucker, better than me I suspect.

Helen lifted off my face and was quickly replaced by another thatch of pubic hair descending onto my tongue. I got to work on Molly's labia now. After such a good suck from her, I wanted to repay her in kind. Then I felt a foot on either side of my hips and a hand grabbing my cock. Helen swiped my prong over her labia and engaging the head in her love tunnel, slowly sunk down onto it.

"This is huge in me!" Helen said and I must admit I thought What the Fuck? I could barely touch the sides and I really don't have a bigger than average dick. I'm sure I could have added a new meaning to yodelling up the canyon at this point. Helen, I later thought, has had a kid and hasn't done her pelvic floor exercises or Kegels properly, but this was before I had made the connection between babies and stretch marks. Before I was married I had no idea why a woman would be so roomy there apart from a huge cock. Ella was actually quite tight, even though she had a daughter and I had seen stretch marks before so they weren't an issue, just an indicator.

I could feel Helen bouncing up and down on me, but for whatever reason, I basically ignored her. That was actually easier than I thought, some good looking woman, even if really old, bouncing on my cock? I felt I really didn't care much for her, well, okay, there was no emotional connection here, it was just fucking business.

I again, had never thought about this before as fucking, for me, was just something I did from time to time. It was a pleasant activity, and although I had sucked more cocks than licked clits to this point, there wasn't any real emotional engagement with any of the men I sucked or the two women I had fucked. But, for whatever reason, those eyes had got me in, and all I wanted to do was to make Molly cum. My tongue attacked her labia, her clit, her vaginal canal, I wiped it everywhere it could reach. Then again and again I poked and prodded her as I tongue fucked her.

I knew I had her going when she too started pumping my mouth with her hips. Faster and faster, she pushed herself onto my face, her moans getting stronger and stronger. I felt the heat of her vulva on my face, her spasms as she came, the rush of a slightly metallic fluid filled my mouth as I lapped at her, making the orgasm extend itself.

Helen, well, she was riding my prong but I didn't care, didn't pay her any attention. I think she could have ridden me all day and it wouldn't have made me interested. I was your typical eighteen year old, happy to have my dick wrapped by a hot box, but that was all. I could keep it up all day there, but would likely not blow my bolt, with Helen.

I heard Molly sucking air, and Helen stopped bouncing on me and I felt her leaning forward. From the movements of these two, I thought they were kissing, then they broke. "He's almost as good with his tongue as you, Moll, isn't he?" Helen said.

"Sure is," I heard the reply, "But now, I want to eat you, then he can fuck me too. See if his dick is a good as his tongue."

Molly lifted off me, and I felt, then saw, Helen's hairy snatch leaving my dick waving in the night air. I felt someone tap my side, so I moved over, to watch.

Molly and Helen, both naked, came together, kissing, and my cock just sprung back to attention. I saw hands caressing nipples, squeezing breasts, touching and caressing each other. I saw Molly push Helen backwards so she could suckle Helen's breasts. This was seriously sexy, two women kissing then suckling breasts, watching one licking the other, that was great, but for whatever reason, it jumped into my head that I wanted to see them in a sixty-niner.

I had done this myself, with both men and women, but the very idea of watching two women, what a fucking turn on that was. I watched with one hand on my cock and my gentle stroking of it took on a new, more dramatic tone. It happened, I thought about it and they did it! A sixty-niner! What a fucking treat for me! I had lost my virginity the same night I sucked my first cock, in a sixty-niner, but I hadn't really expected to see two women live, in my almost brand newly refurbished VW MicroBus.

I thought that was the most sensuous thing I have ever seen. I was just blown away with it. My cock must have swelled an inch more as it felt much, much larger in my hand. Even now, after all the decades since then, this still is the most sensuous thing I've ever seen. Two women orally stimulating each other at the same time! A sixty-niner is, I think, the most loving thing two women do to each other. No matter how many times I have seen it since, I still get that same sexual thrill from it as I got the first time I ever saw it.

I saw Helen and Molly eating each other. I saw Molly wiping her tongue all over Helen's cunt, and Helen, sucking on Molly's clit. I saw tongues, flesh, lots of fluids then Helen, pumping her cunt into Molly's mouth while moaning her approaching orgasm into Molly's cunt. If Molly was as good at licking clit as she was sucking cock, then Helen wasn't going to last much longer. Helen started pumping her crotch upward and moaned, grunted and squealed her orgasm. Fuck, she was loud. I was expecting a thump on the door by a big burly cop telling us to stop fucking and cum out with our hands in the air!

I saw the cum flush sweep up over Helen's breasts and to her neck. I saw the same thing with Ella, and it was just as fascinating with Helen. No idea what it is, except it appears often, with some women, and occasionally with others. It is like a blush, but it is somehow different. It is not on the face, it is over the chest. We can get flushed when heavily exercising, when we have been in a seriously hot sun, when embarrassed, but having sex doesn't really meet any of those criteria, believe it or not. Sex is short and intense, the body doesn't get time to seriously overheat. Intensity seems to have a connection, but that is about all I can say.

At this point, I was looking over them. It was really something watching tongues lapping and hips pumping as I was moving around them, but I wanted a view of watching Molly's eyes as she ate Helen and I could only do that by getting over Helen's ass and looking straight down. Molly saw me watching and she smiled, with her eyes, I couldn't see her lips, but I knew she was smiling. Helen finished pumping her cunt into Molly's mouth and she just rolled off.

I kind of figured that Helen was a selfish bitch by now, but she just left Molly hanging. That was unnecessarily cruel though. I know I am not that empathetic but I was somewhat shocked to realize that while Helen might look good, there wasn't a lot about her that was considerate.

The look on Molly's face said it all, but it only lasted a moment or two and was gone before Helen even looked up at her. Molly looked up at me and she could see that I wasn't as good at hiding it as she was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down, kissing me. "Now you can fuck me, properly," she said, "Make me cum." And I wanted to.

I moved down her body, over her smallish, baby chewed tits and loosened belly. My cock slid over her soft skin, until it felt the wiry, silken coils of her pubic hair. Prodding slowly, I felt the head catch on the hole and gently slide into Molly. I pushed a little more and buried my prick up to the hilt, crushing her clit with my pubes. Molly moaned as I filled her up, stimulating her clit. I pulled out and pushed in again, squashing her clit and she moaned again. In and out, hard, making sure her clit was hit every time, but it was hard work too.

She was loving it, my weight on her, pushing my cock deep inside her, pounding her clit every time, moaning her pleasure as I drilled her. This is what I wanted, to fuck her and make sure she knew she was being fucked, given pleasure unlike any other lover had done to her before. OK, maybe I was deluding myself, but I just wanted to please her. Molly reacted to every lunge, moaned her pleasure loudly. Helen was not sitting back now, I felt her rubbing my balls, urging me to squirt my cum inside Molly. It was too quick, I felt my own impending cum building in my scrotum. I knew this was not going to end with Molly cumming over my cock.

I pulled out of her and just barged my ass into Helen's hand and dove onto Molly's clit with my tongue. I licked and lapped her, sucked her cunt, run my tongue everywhere it could reach. Molly squealed her pleasure, demanding more, so I gave it to her, more tongue, more lips, more sucking of her clit. She was in something approaching a frenzy now. She was just so wet there that I pulled back from the manual stimulation of my ass, and hurriedly thrust my cock into her love tunnel. A few strong pumps and she spasmed under me. Her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me into her as deep as she could get me inside. Her arms hugged my torso, pulling me into her, squeezing the breath from us both. She moaned her orgasm and I felt the muscles of her cunt grabbing at me, demanding I spray the inside of her with my precious juices. By this time I was only too happy to oblige and I felt my ball sack jump and shoot its load out of me and into Molly. I felt the wonderful tingling of release as it shot twice more and then again.

A wave of completeness, sexual well being, repleteness, swept over me, and it was stronger than I had ever felt before. It was all because of those damned eyes. Endless pools I wanted to swim in. I had, still have, no idea what happened to me with her. I am, well was then, a selfish prick when it came to sex, but not with Molly. She wasn't all that good looking, with baby chewed tits and stretch marks, but something else that seemed to connect with me, to make me feel different. Love at first sight? Not a fucking chance. Helen was the one that got my attention, Molly was an unexpected bonus, more of a tacked on afterthought initially - but something changed.

I felt Molly's arms and legs around me, not letting me go, my cock slowly detumescing inside her. I was where I wanted to be, at some primal level my essence was telling me that this is how it should be - something that never happened before. I went to move, but Molly didn't let me go. I kissed her full lips, wanting to not let her go, really. Coming up for air she whispered, "That was so fucking good."

I replied, "For me too."

I felt my cock drop out of Molly then a tug, pulling me off her. I really didn't want to move, but I couldn't stay where I was. I moved and as I rolled off Molly, Helen swooped onto her. Her head dived onto Molly's cunt, slurping my sweet nectar, scooping it out of Molly with a tongue that really worked its way around Molly's still swollen labia. Soon Helen stopped and then again did something unexpected. She squirmed up Molly's body and kissed her, sharing my cum.

"That is really tasty too," Helen said, "And that was really sexy, I had to touch myself when he was fucking you."

"And I was loving it," Molly replied, "Best one yet."

I thought I best not say anything, I am not sure they even remembered I was there. The silence was extending, so I said, "Love to do that again."

"We're sure you would," Helen replied, "But, sorry, once is nice but twice is gluttony." Molly nodded.

"But-"

"No "but's" please," Helen said, "'Buts' lead to regrets and we are not going to regret this."

"You're-"

"Please, David," Molly said, "This was fun, and I mean real fun, but we are married- both of us."

"Then- what?" I asked, confused.

"It's like this," Helen started, reaching for her panties, "Molly and I have been friends since college - and lovers. We both are married, we both have kids, and we only get together three or four times a year, if that."

"We go out, and look to get laid." Molly said. "I know it might shock your morality," not mine, "But that is all it is. After tonight, we likely won't see each other or find the time to go out again for maybe six months. So we can't be making dates or anything like that."

"Oh," I said, "I thought that you were married and on the prowl regularly."

"Oh, I wish!" Helen said, "If I was I would certainly want to come back to this van."

"Oooh" Molly said, "You're such a slut sometimes Helen."

"And proud of it too," she laughed.

Look David, you're what -21, 22?" Helen asked.

"Eighteen actually," I smiled.

"Oh fuck!" Molly exclaimed, "For god's sake, David, We're old enough to be your mothers-"

"Yeah, I'd fuck her too! She's gorgeous." I laughed - Mom was gorgeous too and yeah, I spanked the monkey with her in mind more than once.

"Eeeew! That is really over the top!" I wasn't sure if I'd gone too far.

"Typical horny eighteen year old," Helen said, "If it's breathing, fuck it. And for some of them, if it is still warm is OK." She laughed, but that last bit sort of made me groan.

"You're as bad as each other, incest and necrophilia. Does it get any worse?"

"Well, if it is any consolation, whips and ropes don't do anything for me." I laughed. I reached over to a little camp set I had packed behind the driver's seat. There was some soap, a canteen of clean water, a washing towel and a drying towel. I only put them there in the vague hope of them being useful, not knowing they were to become a valuable tool in my assault on feminine virtues, or lack thereof, for the next couple of years.

I poured some water onto the small hand towel and let it soak through without dripping onto the mattress. I handed it to Molly, after all, she wore my cum. She handed it straight to Helen, "Thoughtful planning?" she asked. "But she is least likely to need it, then you then me."

Helen wiped her mouth and then cunt then gave it to me. I thought I really should get a bigger canteen and more towels. I took a clean corner and wiped my face, then my cock. Molly took it back and carefully wiped her face, and with a little more water, wiped herself clean. Helen and I had both quickly dried ourselves and started dressing. Molly quickly followed suit.

When we were all dressed, I said, "I have had a great time ladies."

Helen replied, "Well, you are someone very special David. I hope we do meet again, but I wouldn't count on it." I nodded.

"You're very sweet David, don't lose that." Molly said, kissing me for the last time.

"You're someone special too Molly," I said, "I don't-" Molly held a finger up to my lips.

"No- don't say anything." And I knew she felt it too. We made something of a connection. "Be good, David, and enjoy yourself."

Helen unlocked and opened the sliding door. A wave of fresher air hit us and I was made slightly dizzy by it.

They both got out and said they were off home now, back to their real lives.

I tried to follow Molly's advice and enjoy myself, but that didn't last long. A few weeks after that, I hit rock bottom, it was a dreadful time for me. I wasn't really coping my first semester in college, I fucked up at work and lost my job.

To end the year off, two weeks before Xmas, I had been thinking a great deal about suicide. Even tried it, albeit a half-hearted attempt I suspect. It didn't take, and I am glad it didn't. A few weeks after that, on New Year's Eve to be precise, I met a girl, Grace, who went to the same high school I did, a year behind me. She was lovely, and while it took another year for us to actually start dating, my life changed forever and for the better.

CODA: Some years later, I was in the garden section of a Big Box store with Grace, my now wife, and I turned to look at something. There was a woman standing right there not ten feet away, and she looked up. She was older, a bit more careworn, she looked at me and I fell into those deep pool eyes. I looked at her, knowing who she was immediately. She smiled, not a big toothy grin, but the kind of smile that signifies a really fond memory.

"Molly," I mouthed and her smile widened a little. It was her. She didn't say anything, but looked at me with that knowing look women have for the past lovers. Fortunately, Grace was occupied looking for something and I was alone for the moment.

Before I had a chance to say anything, this tall teenager stepped between us and said, "I found it Mom, next aisle over."

That was unfortunate, I think I would loved to have spoken with her for a few minutes, find out how life was for her. She nodded at her son and looked at me, with a smile, and a nod, an acknowledgement, before turning and following her son. For whatever reason, she remembered that night, well, she must have she recognized me.

For me, that was, perhaps, the best compliment a woman, any woman, could ever give me. She remembered.