A SEA OF FLESH This story was inspired by our visits to the Midnight Interlude, a now defunct swing club in NYC. A historical note: the owners got busted on tax evasion when they tried to list the club as a religious endeavor.

At least 2 porn movies, not shot in the premises we attended, were named, Midnight Interlude. The club admitted extra men, and the ladies who flocked there enjoyed more random lovers than in any of the other clubs I enjoyed. These ladies, through the course of the night also underwent a more profound loss of rationality as their boozing and playing, at first, stayed within reasonable bounds, but later progressed to manic exchanging of bodily fluids and then finally, gradual meltdown into spasming floor-bound groups.

Thats where I got the name of Wormpit for this and many other stories.

As night deepened toward morning, the pulsating expanse of moaning flesh had a worm-like aspect: bodies so intertwined that faces attached to crotches and lengths inside of loves, and lengths inside of mouths were blocked by the overall wriggling mass of interceding bodies. This aggregation of writhing flesh was literally like a small cluster of worms.

Im not saying that this happened every night, nor even most nights, at the Midnight Interlude. But I saw enough to imagine, suppose there was a sex club with 10 or 20 times the floorspace and 10 or 20 times the number of partiers with the same male to female ratio 3 or 4 to 1? WORMPIT 1 As Charolette's and Ellie's ebony companions soft placeisted the two tipsy beauties and lad in through the curtains of the Wormpit. The atmosphere seemed pitch black with some gleams reflecting off of musical instruments to the accompaniment of trumpet sounds.

The combo continued to play wailing discordant music as Ellie and her entourage's eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was an enormous room with well more than a hundred revelers, about three dozen of them being women in various stages of nudity and drunken dementia.

At first before their eyes adjusted to see just what was going on, it looked like a typical, illusory club where there was more teasing than actual sex. But, when the music stopped between selections, grunts and gasps punctuated by sensual female voices gasping, "Yes! Yes, " or "Harder! Harder, honey!" come forth from all directions. Somewhere a beguiling, female voice was heard, "I want BOTH of you! We can do it over there." Charolette was thrilled and grabbed her drunk, 18 year old son to her side, and as her own arousal fluids added to the ejaculate she had drawn from the last bar, fluids coated her smoothly rounded inner thighs all the way down to her knees. Sounds of lovemaking came from various directions out of the shadows, "Common, push, uuhh, uuhh, push, honey, push." "Ooohh mom!" the boy nuzzled his glamorously drunk mother on the side of her sexy neck. As their eyes further adjusted, the gasps and grunts took on fleshy formation. A blonde with cantalope breasts was being boffed by a Black with dreadlocks while also sucking the length of another kneeling by her shoulder. Pulling her mouth off the length for a moment, she gasped to the thrusting lover, "Yes, yes, uuhh, uuhh! Don't stop!" As eyes further adjusted to the darkness, the pulsating flesh of other playing couples, threesomes, and groups became discernible. Charolette gasped, "Loog ad all that PLAYING!" "Faster!" another sensual, feminine voice urged from the nearby floor. "Thash neat, mom, " the aroused boy agreed. "Larry, thish is where we BELONG!" As their eyes adjusted even more, they saw two groups of gasping, naked bodies undulating, one halfway across the room where, thanks to the preponderance of men, pretty faces seemed to emerge only to submerge back into the embankment of pulsating and writhing flesh, and the other pileup near the bandstand. "FUUUUUCK HER!" A raging, male voice resonated from the intertwined, throbbing flesh. "PLAY THAT SLUT! PLAY THAT DIRTY SLUT!" "HARDER!" shouted a slurred female voice from the same heap of rutting flesh. "PLAY ME HARDER, YEEUW BASSHARD!" "PLAY HEEER!" screamed a maniacally demented feminine voice. PLAY HER! PLAY HER! PLAY HER! PLAY HER! PLAY HER! PLAY HER!" "Yes, deeper!" yet another female voice gasped from the floor behind. "Deeper, yeeuw baasshard!" "FASTER!" shouted the busty blonde beneath a black, glistening body.

This atmosphere blended with the adorable Charolette's drunkenness and heightened her rut. "Ooohh Laarree, thish is wonnerful!" "Keep goin, MORE!" rasped a woman beneath one of two dark shaded men. "Ooohh mommieee!" The lovely mother and huge lengthed son clung together in a touching embrace. "Now, do me HARD, mister! I wann everyone to do me HARD!" The group near the bandstand also meant business, and was responsible for much of the groaning and gasping Charolette and her son first heard upon arriving. "Now, a bit slow, hon, sloooow..." gasped a different woman from the same pileup.

"Look honey, they're all married!" Charolette remarked, noticing the wedding sets flashing on all the women's fingers. "Yes, yes...there!" Actually, the women who frequent The Wormpit aren't all married, and not all of them sport wedding rings. "Now, slow again, sweetbuns!" However, a slight majority of the fornicating females do, in fact, have clueless, traveling husbands or even spouses awaiting their dissolute return. "Now, Fast! FASTER!" "They're beautiful, too!" her son added.

Indeed, most of the four dozen women were beautiful, ranging from the cute, pert types to the more jaded and sophisticated. According to the bulletin the proprietress circulates, "The Wormpit is a place where lush, fecund, and insatiable ladies, with the aid of unlimited supplies of potent elixirs and anonymous virile males, can, in the company of other lubricous women, disrobe and indulge their lusts in profoundly uninhibited ways for as long as it takes to lapse into contented and glutinous delirium."