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The Lost Cause Club


I fidgeted in the office, feeling strangely like I was in trouble. It was
ridiculous for a twenty-six year old man to feel guilty, but the feeling was
there anyway. It wasn't like I had done anything wrong. The Romance Savers
Dating Service was serving me; if anything I should have been mad at them.
When Mr. and Mrs. Culver called me in and asked me to take a seat, my
confidence regressed to my teenage years.

"Hello, Ian," Mr. Culver said, taking only a moment to brush aside long blond
hair. "We asked you to come in because we had a few questions about the last
few dates that our service arranged for you."

"In other words," Mrs. Culver interrupted, her own long blonde hair staying
immaculately in place, "we wanted to know what your problem was this time."

Mr. and Mrs. Culver looked so freakishly alike sometimes that I wasn't sure if
they were siblings or married.

"Well," I said, stalling for time.

"Your first date, Katherine," Mrs. Culver read from a file, "was too short and
too chatty, from what you told us."

"And your second date, Deirdre," Mr. Culver interrupted, "was considered too
flaky and too quiet by your after date report."

"Yes," I tried to say, but Mrs. Culver kept reading.

"Frieda was too old, Sharon was too Republican and Laura was too intelligent."
Mrs. Culver paused to read the file again. "Too intelligent?"

I nodded and said, "Woman kept asking me literary questions, made me feel like
I was on Jeopardy."

Mr. Culver kept the interrogation going while Mrs. Culver stared at me with
contempt.

"Considering all these trial runs," he said smoothly, "why have you requested
another date after dating Brittany three times? We thought we had found your
match."

They were finally asking a question I didn't know the answer to.

"It's hard to describe," I began. "She's very funny, and she's very gorgeous.
Not in a pretty way, but in a solid sexy way. We have a lot in common, but I
guess we're missing something."

"Missing something," Mrs. Culver repeated.

"Maybe it's chemistry?" I lamely offered. "Oh yeah, one other thing. She
laughs like a witch. She has this real long cackle when she laughs, and it can
be scary sometimes."

Mr. Culver and Mrs. Culver looked at me blankly, then looked at each other.
Then they looked at me again, but smiled as they simultaneously closed their
folders. Creepy.

"Thank you, Ian," Mr. Culver said, with far too much warmth. "You have helped
us immensely. We can now safely classify you as a Lost Cause."

"Lost Cause?" I asked. That certainly didn't sound good.

"Incapable of a long-lasting relationship," Mrs. Culver cheerfully supplied.

"Emotionally stunted if you prefer," Mr. Culver offered as well.

"Wait a minute!" I interjected, but they were on a roll.

"Afraid of commitment," Mrs. Culver said, still smiling.

"Romantically crippled," said Mr. Culver.

"Lack of true compassion," Mrs. Culver elaborated.

"Self-centered and incapable of sharing," Mr. Culver said.

"That's not true!" I shouted, ending their list. "There's somebody out there,
we just haven't found her yet!" I stood up and pointed at their sign. "You
have to keep trying, your sign says 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' and I am
certainly not satisfied!"

"Calm down, Mr. Kaufield," Mrs. Culver said, "We haven't said that we're
letting you go as a client."

"You haven't?" I asked.

"Of course not," Mr. Culver said with that same weird smile. "it'll just be
easier to serve your needs if you realize that you're a Lost Cause."

"We can stop wasting our time trying to find you a mate for life," Mrs. Culver
said. "We can turn our resources towards making you happy."

"In fact," Mr. Culver said, "All of our Lost Causes are meeting tomorrow at
this address."

He passed me a card, underhanded like he didn't want anyone to see. We were
in an enclosed office, and he was slipping me something. I became a might bit
concerned.

"I don't understand," I said, with complete honesty. "if you are giving up on
finding me a girlfriend, what are you going to find for me?"

"Happiness," Mrs. Culver said, her smile never touching her eyes.

"Or at least contentment," Mr. Culver said, standing up to show me out the
door.

"Don't forget to shower before you go," Mrs. Culver warned.

"That means deodorant too," Mr. Culver said as he closed the door behind me.
My questions died as I stared at their door. The card in my hand, I shrugged
and left. Since my satisfaction was guaranteed I thought I would give it a
chance. It wasn't like I had anything planned for tomorrow night anyway. Or
the next night. Or the night after.

The phone was ringing when I got home. and I didn't pick it up. Like I
suspected, it was Brittany on the answering machine. I went to the bathroom
before I could hear the message; she didn't know I wasn't interested in dating
her anymore, and I didn't have the courage to tell her today. The phone
message played to an empty room and I made myself promise to tell her tomorrow.
The weekend at the latest.

Oddly enough, I had my doubts while sitting on the toilet. Brittany was
always fun, even when I wasn't looking forward to spending time with her. Her
appearance was better than what I was used to, but not Playboy perfect yet. If
Romance Savers could get me someone as nice as Brittany, I was sure they could
get me someone even better looking. I didn't know her well enough to decide if
I liked her, so maybe it was best to go ahead with my dissatisfied feelings and
shoot for better. These were the flimsy excuses I had for sitting where I was
while the best woman I had met in my life was hanging on the phone.

The next day went quickly, and I took the Culvers advice and showered quite
vigorously. From their vague hints, I had the feeling it was a small room, and
most likely filled with other so called 'Lost Causes.' It didn't seem to be a
good idea to gather together people with histories of being picky, but if I
didn't go I would be in violation of my terms of service with Romance Savers.
There was no way I was going to forfeit all the money I had invested in them so
far. My plan was to go to this meeting, and file a complaint later if it
wasn't any fun.

The address brought me to one of those office complexes that seem to fill the
odd corners of my town. The parking lot was packed, and everyone was filing
into the appointed place. It was strange to see that right between a plumber's
office and a car insurance office was a gathering of single people who couldn't
get along with anybody. I was relieved to see so many fellow 'Lost Causes'; it
certainly made me feel less alone.

The office was rather large, with a counter separating half of it, and a small
hallway that might have led to one or more rooms. The place was crowded, but
the air was very friendly and everyone seemed to be smiling. I couldn't help
but notice that all the usual office furniture had been taken out and was
replaced with an endless variety of sofas and chairs. It was a shoddy mismatch
of colors, looking like fashion was discarded for the advantage of cramming in
one more sitting surface. The windows were also covered with very thick
shades, cutting the sunlight off completely. Despite the crowd of people, the
strong smell of cleansers was in the air; this place had been cleaned recently,
and I was grateful to not have to be smelling thirty-some odd people anytime
soon.

I was tempted to go over and talk to a cute blonde when an announcement was
made by nondescript man.

"Since it's now 6 o'clock," he began, "I guess it's time to close the door.
I'll be locking it until eight, but if anyone needs to leave, just come see me.
I'll try to stay up front in case of an emergency."

I thought locking the door was a bit extreme, but I didn't raise any
objections. I was getting my courage up to talk to the blonde when I watched
her do a shocking thing. She calmly leaned over and unzipped the pants of a
man sitting next to her! Right there in front of everybody, she slipped a
condom over the lucky bastard! Before I could digest this shocker, the sounds
of clothes unzipping and shoes being kicked off dominated the room. In a
matter of minutes, I was the only the only person in the room with all my
clothes on!

God! I loved this dating service.

"You must be new here," a voice said beside me.

I turned and looked at the dazzling redhead beside me. She had a very
mischievous smile, and hazel eyes that flashed amusement at me. Her red hair
was of a brightness that wasn't natural and her hair was curlier than I usually
liked, plus it was real short, barely coming to her ears. But I didn't mind, I
was staring too hard at her small breasts on her nude torso. They had little
tiny gold hoops through her nipples, and I probably stared at them fascinated
longer than what is polite.

"Hey, newbie," she said, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes. "Try to at
least look at my face while I explain to you what's going on. Or do you not
have any questions?"

"Sorry about that," I muttered, scooting myself down the couch so that the
couple on the other side of me would stop kicking my side with every thrust.
"I'm just a little in awe. Do you people do this all time?"

She nodded and said, "Romance Savers provides us Lost Causes with this event
every Friday and Wednesday. They give us a safe place where we can fuck our
toes off. They provide the condoms and the office and make sure we always have
at least twenty people to play with. You don't know how lucky you are to be
with us; getting laid at an orgy twice a week does wonders towards making you
feel less like a loser in love. By the way, my name is Terri."

"My name is Ian, and you mean to tell me that everyone agrees to this?" I
asked. "It just seems so unreal. I have a hard time believing that so many
people would just kick back and..."

"Fuck like it's 1999?" my redhead guide said. After my confused shrug, she
tried to explain further.

"It's just like any other party," Terri said. "Think of it like a dance. If
you see someone you would like to touch, just ask them politely. If they say
no, don't argue, don't beg and don't touch them anyway. Just move on, and
you'll find someone pretty soon who'll be agreeable. It'll be a good idea to
get a condom on in advance, that's just courtesy. If a woman wants an
unprotected dick, that's her problem, but most of us are sticking to safe sex."

"I just walk up to someone?" I asked disbelieving, but I was taking my shirt
and pants off anyway. There were too many couples banging away for me to argue
that there wasn't something going on.

"Now, who would you like to ask first?" Terri asked.

I scanned the room, searching among the couples who were engaged in all sorts
of gymnastics. Some of the people had already spilled into the hall and I
imagine some were even in the back offices. I had an inclination to fuck
Terri, but if she was going to help me out, I was going to take advantage of
it.

"How about over there," I said as I pointed. "That brunette with the
miniskirt, she's just standing there watching that that couple tipping over the
chair. She looks promising.

Terri frowned, but smiled quickly and took my hand. We stepped over writhing
couples and approached the miniskirted beauty. She was watching the bouncing
action on the chair rather intently and didn't notice our arrival. We all
stood there for a moment as we watched the enthusiastic couple damage the hell
out of the vinyl on that poor chair.

"Excuse me," Terri said, touching the arm of our voyeur. "My friend Ian here
is new to the club, and I wanted to show him how simple it is here."

The brunette looked me up and down, and came to a decision.

"Sure, I'll fuck him," she said.

It was that easy.

Terri kissed my cheek and walked off, but before I could say good-bye, my new
aquaintance was pulling down my briefs. She snapped out a condom out of its
package quicker than what I thought was possible.

"I can put it on if you prefer," I offered.

"No thanks," she said, "I'll fuck better if I know for sure it'll stay on."

Seemed fair.

"I've been watching Jenn fuck this guy long enough," she said, turning her ass
towards me. "So if you're ready, I need to be fucked hard right now."

I love a woman who knows what she wants. Her ass was a little flabby, but I
grabbed ahold of her hips happily enough. She leaned forward onto the back of
the chair that was already being punished and our weight was a nice
counterbalance. I slid easily into her-- she wasn't kidding when she said she
was ready-- her sex made a nice wet smacking noise when I entered her. I was
already appreciating the plus side of an orgy, the foreplay is all around you.

With my "date" leaning on the chair, and the other couple providing us with
eye candy, I fucked my miniskirt lover. She was still wearing her top, so it
was almost intriguing the way I was fucking the only nearly clothed person
here. That appeal wore off because when I kept trying to touch her, the best I
could do was grab a fistful of her skirt to hold on to. She, on the other
hand, was kissing the guy from the other couple. I was a little jealous, but I
should look on the bright side-- with the guy kissing her and me slamming into
her from behind, she hit climax pretty fast. When she slowed her hips and
moaned with satisfaction, I was able to release my self control. Within three
more strokes, I was filling my condom with hot fluid.

I pulled out, and she kissed my bloated condom covered dick as she sank to the
ground. I was thinking of joining her when she waved good-bye at me. Hot
damn, I was free from cuddling! I waved back at her and walked off. Maybe it
would be more accurate to say I stumbled off.

When I looked for a garbage can, I made a practical discovery. Behind the
counter in the crowded room were two hampers and two garbage cans. The garbage
cans were thankfully closed with lids, and I disposed of my spent covering. In
one of the hampers I found hot moist towels. After a fast washing, I was able
to put it in the hamper marked for dirty towels. Now I was ready to get back
to the fun and games, and probably cleaner then when I started.

Terri was sitting on a man's lap on the couch, facing the group as she humped
her companion's cock. She waved me over and I hesitated. Would her guy mind
if I came up and started talking to his girl? I decided to walk over, but I
kept my eye on the blonde playing with herself right beside them. If Terri's
friend questioned me, I could try hitting on the blonde as a backup. Orgy
politics can get complicated.

"Having fun?" Terri asked when I did get beside her. It took me a moment to
understand her, she was pretty breathless by now.

"It's been great," I said. "I just have to work my privates back up to
participate again."

Her eyes rolled into her head before she answered me. I stood there, trying
to look casual in an orgy while she finished riding her partner. The blonde
made for a pretty good distraction-- she was thinner than I liked, but still
sexy in a ribs-are-showing kind of way. Her nose was also pointed up, which is
a big turnoff, but I wasn't looking at her face. It was her fingers that were
disappearing into her crotch that held my eye. One by one, another finger
would join the party, and the blonde looked me straight in the eye as she
fingered herself. She didn't make a move for me to join her, so I politely
watched as she hit an orgasm. After she thrashed dramatically, she went back
to work again, starting with one finger.

"Don't mind her," Terri said, using a wet towel to clean up. "She always
comes to these parties and just masturbates. She hasn't let anyone touch her
yet."

The blonde soloist winked at me as Terri lead me away.

"The problem with orgasms," Terri said, leaning towards me in a way that had
my heart racing, "is that you have to do something to get your ass back in the
mood. You also tend to get bored quick if you're just sitting there. One time
I sat and watched a group of four go at it, and all I did was criticize them.
I should have jumped in instead of making a nuisance of myself."

I nodded wisely, but had no fucking idea what to say. I have this knack
around women I find incredibly sexy-- I find that I can't say anything
coherent.

Terri frowned at my nod, but continued on. "So what I do now is find someone
who is having fun, and try to help out."

"Help out?" I asked lamely.

"Don't worry," Terri said, "I'll show you."

We stopped by one of the numerous groups that were undulating on the floor.
Terri pointed out an attractive couple where a rather buxom Latin woman was
mounted on top of a very lucky bastard. The lucky bastard was built like a
bodybuilder and I had a sudden wish to still be wearing my shirt. Terri walked
right up to the bouncy babe and asked something I didn't hear over all the
moans. The Latin nodded, and Terri just turned around and about smothered the
guy with her crotch. The now twice as lucky bastard was eating my guide while
still getting fucked.

I was not going to be left standing, so I got down on my knees and crawled
over to the busty lady. Her breasts were a bouncing blur, and I was in love
with the size of those huge monsters. The dusky color of her skin was exotic
as well, and I was inspired directly by her beauty as to what I asked her.

"May I kiss your nipples?" I asked this complete stranger.

With her consent-- well I think she consented, she seemed to moan in an
affirmative way-- I held her breasts. It was hard and yet fun at the same time
to hold as much as I could in each hand. I took a fast moving nipple in my
mouth and tried to hold on as she continued moving. The owner of this
magnificent set of breasts just about ignored me as I kissed and groped her
treasures. There was a special appeal to being able to do as I wished. There
were no concerns on if I was turning her on, or if she was waiting for me to go
elsewhere. I sat there beside this well endowed Senorita and kissed her salty
nipples and breasts to my heart's content.

I did do something for her though, and very much by accident. At one point
her left nipple nearly came out of my mouth and I bit down on instinct to keep
it from escaping. As soon as my teeth sunk into that tender flesh, I knew I
was going to get a slap upside my head. Instead, the woman wrapped her arms
tight around my head. I was buried in her dusky bust and I rolled the nipple
around in my teeth as I sought to continue to do whatever I was doing right.
Piercing shrieks reached even my covered ears as the exotic woman hit a
multitude of climaxes. By the time she finally let me go, my lips were bruised
and her nipple was a flaming red color. Best of all, I had the best erection,
and I couldn't wait to use it.

Terri was in another world, her knees were drawn tight around the guy's face
and her hands were on his hair. I decided to leave her to her joy, and seek
out my own happiness. Nearly running to the condom bowl, I equipped my cock
with a new raincoat. Now I only had one problem, finding someone to use it
with!

I scanned the room for single women, but they all looked worn out, either with
exertion or afterglow. Desperate and with a demanding hard-on, I looked out
into the hall. The people there were just as tired looking and unavailable, so
I went into the back offices. That was just a bigger mess-- it was filled with
writhing nude bodies. It looked like a perverse Escher painting-- I wasn't
sure where it started or ended. Even for an orgy, it was too impersonal, so I
went back to the front room.

My erection was wilting, and I still hadn't found anyone free that I was
willing to approach. All the furniture was taken, so I sat down on a
relatively clean spot of the carpet. I decided to just masturbate, and hope
that someone interrupts me. Looking around the room for good stroking
material, I noticed something peculiar. There were no women engaging in
lesbian activities. In defiance of all the porn movies and erotic stories I
had seen, there was no woman-on-woman action to be found. This might seem odd,
but that really turned me on. It made me realize I was in a real orgy, and not
just a fantasy of what an orgy should be. As I stroked my cock, I just hoped
one of those real women would come do me a favor.

It turns out that I didn't have to wait long. Crawling towards me was one of
the most wicked smiles I'd seen on a woman. The fact that the smile belonged
to an attractive bleached blonde with silky straight hair didn't put me at ease
any. There was something predatory in those flashing gray eyes, something
threatening even in the gentle way of her small breasts. This girl was
trouble, and I was getting harder just thinking about it.

"Need me to give you a blowjob?" she asked, with one of the most high pitched
country accents I had heard. Suddenly all of my fear of her dissipated, and I
simply nodded yes. Her voice transformed her from Vixen to Ellie May. I also
wasn't going to turn down a blow job from a stranger.

She made herself comfortable beside me, and rested her chest and arms on my
thighs. Gripping me with a tiny hand, she paused to sweep her hair out of her
face, and I throbbed in anticipation. She gave my latex cock a long lick, from
base to tip and I shuddered happily. Like a lollipop, she continued to give me
long loving licks, using the flat of her tongue to stroke me. It was childish,
but also extremely sexy, and it made for a great show to watch. My eyes
flipped back and forth between her wide tongue and the peek of breasts I would
see every time she lifted up.

After giving me an entertaining show, she finally placed my cock inside her
mouth. Although the condom was killing the wet sensations I could be enjoying,
the tightness of her lips was very erotic. The looseness of the condom was
tightened by her mouth and I was impressed by her skills. She kept a firm grip
on the base of my cock while she worked her magic of making my manhood
disappearing into her lips. This woman's voice might have been laughable, but
her mouth was nothing to laugh about.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any better, Terri walked by. She was
nude and very beautiful, even when she was cleaning between her legs with a
towel. I just sort of looked dumbly at her when she looked down to see my
companion sucking away at me. Terri grinned briefly and sat down beside me.
It's a wonderful world that we live in when a woman can sit down beside you
during a blowjob.

"Have you gotten the hang of it yet?" Terri asked with a little smirk.

I wanted to say something cool, but when I opened my mouth I only moaned in
response. So much for being suave.

"Well, you don't mind if I join do you?" Terri asked, and I shook my head
vigorously in response. To my never-ending delight, Terri moved over to be on
the other side of me, and I had two gorgeous women between my legs. At that
moment, I had no doubt that my satisfaction was guaranteed.

Terri whispered something in the ear of my blonde friend, who then slipped my
cock out of her mouth. While the sweet blonde held it, Terri leaned over and
kissed my cock, starting at the tip. Terri then worked her way down my cock,
kissing the sides like she was playing a flute. The blonde then began kissing
my cock as well, and my toes curled as these two mouths teased and stroked my
member into a throbbing hardness.

I reached down and felt both of their heads. I knew better than to push or
pull on their heads, I just wanted the touch of their hair. Terri's hair was
very soft and short, while the blonde's hair had a silky feel to it. As they
both moved their lips all around my cock, my hands followed their heads, almost
as if to make sure it was really happening.

After playing with the length of my cock, Terri was the first to return to
sucking me into her mouth. With one easy gulp, her lips touched down to my
scrotum. She then pulled her lips off of me, and let the blonde do the same.
Back and forth they went, one would swallow me down, and then the other. It
was almost a teasing game, as the lips of one would get me close to orgasm, but
when they let go, there was a brief second where my cock wasn't in a mouth. As
I bounced back and forth between their mouths, I was trying so hard to at least
not orgasm while between lips. Before long, I was happily ejaculating into
Terri's lips, and she was good enough to not let me out of her mouth till I was
done. The blonde kissed my thighs while I had my orgasm, but since I was in
such a high state of bliss, I'm not really sure what she did.

I was in heaven, my cock had filled another condom and the most exciting woman
I had meet in a long time was nude and across my legs. Sadly, Heaven closes
after two hours and the doorman was announcing that our time was up. Our time
might have been up, but I had a hard time getting up and it took both Terri and
my mystery blonde to help me to my feet. I thanked them both for my wonderful
experience as I quickly disposed of my condom.

"Hey Terri," I said while that pretty redhead committed a crime against all
men and put her clothes back on. "How about we maybe go get something to eat,
I know I'm starving."

"Sorry, Ian," she said not unkindly, "you're a nice guy, but I prefer more
muscles on the guys I date."

"Oh" I said.

Driving home, I was very depressed. If you saw the gloomy look I had, you
wouldn't have believed that I was involved in an orgy. My hips were sore, my
cock exhausted and I had enough visual delights to fuel my masturbation for
years, but I had a lonely heart. I only knew Terri for a few hours, but her
rejection was painful. It wasn't because Terri rejected me, it was because a
woman who was my physical ideal had rejected me for just as superficial
reasons. Even though my dreamgirl had sucked me dry, she wasn't willing to
spend a few hours together, much less a lifetime.

I went into my apartment and sat depressed into my chair. This ugly vision of
being alone was in my head, although it was cheered slightly by the idea of a
biweekly orgy. Maybe I could learn to just enjoy the orgies and use those fun
times to carry me through the week. Perhaps when I get depressed, I would just
think of the unique joy of getting a double blowjob. After a half hour, I was
almost convinced that I could settle into a life of casual sex.

The phone rang, and out of habit, I let the answering machine get it.

"Hello Ian," Brittany's voice said from my machine. "I've got some tickets to
a play tonight if you're interested."

I tripped over a table, but I made it to the phone before she hung up.

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