I watched Eddie fingering the massive instrument in his pants, watched him unzip the fly. I kneeled in front of him. I looked up at his face, surrounded by that angelic blonde hair that hung down to his shoulders. And then I feasted my eyes on his rod. It was stiff and gleaming, and the LSD I had taken made the head of it seem to be aflame. For a brief second I thought it was burning, and then I knew it wasn't, as his soft meat touched my lips. I opened my mouth, to let him enter. I had to do as he said. Had to, or I couldn't join the Hippie commune-couldn't be one of The Children of Aquarius.
And God, I wanted to do what he said. Anything!
INTRODUCTION
Fucking. Feeling those buttocks humping me, feeling the long hard rod deep inside my cunt, spreading my legs wide, doing my damndest to swallow that throbbing muscle. It's all I want.
The first was Bill, a kid I met my sophomore year in high school. He had taken me out, and believe me, it was a thrill. He was a senior, and the biggest and best stud on campus. So I didn't object when he stopped the car outside my house and began feeling me up. He had one firm hand on my tits, and the other hand around my waist, his fingers sliding over my ass, spreading my crack and massaging my muscles. He had my juices flowing before we were through with the first kiss.
My own hands weren't any too quiet either. Bill had me so hot I had to do something. I was squirming on the seat of his car, and my hands were on his slim, hard waist, but I didn't leave them there very long. I reached down to his pants and undid the top button, pulling his shirt out. I let the flat of my hand massage his stomach and the feeling of his dark curly hair around his belly button really set me going. I knew this guy was a MAN and it was all I could do to keep from going down into his pants then and there and pulling out his cock. But I had talked about sex with the other girls at school, and I knew that if I used my hands to just tease him, I could make him really hot, and make the whole thing, the whole exquisite act last longer. So I teased him. I let my hand drift down in his pants towards that tool, but I never quite touched it.
Bill was an expert in his own right. He moved the hand from around my waist, and began hiking up my skirt, his fingers trailing along my hot thigh, slightly scratching the flesh. But he didn't touch my cunt, not ever, not quite yet. He just -rimmed it, pulling at the waist band of my panties, letting me know that his hard fingers were about to enter me-and he had fingers as thick and hard as a lot of guys have pricks-but always teasing me. My panties were sopping by this time, and I was moaning deep in my throat. I didn't think I could go on much longer without coming, but I wanted him to enter me with his dick, I didn't want to come yet.
I unzipped his pants-they were already half undone by my playing around in them-and saw the gleaming whiteness of his underwear, bulging out with the force of that tool of pleasure behind them, and I know I couldn't wait.
My folks were out for the weekend, so I whispered quickly to Bill that we could go in the house and "make ourselves comfortable." If he wanted.
He wanted. As soon as we were in the house, he pulled me to him and began his exploration again. I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I hungered for him with every pulse of my hot young blood, and I knew he was as ready as I was. We stripped, slowly, but not too slowly. I watched him pull off his levis and I gasped when I saw how tightly his dick stretched his shorts. I made him turn around and I saw that the white cotton was stretched so tightly over his butt that the crack could be seen. I wanted to kiss him on the ass, I wanted to kiss and suck his dick, I wanted to do anything he said if he would only let me play with and have his body. I reached out my hand and pulled down on his shorts. I was already undressed, my tits hanging free, and he turned back around to face me. I was down on my knees, and as he turned, that meat of his slapped softly against my face. I let it brush against my lips, and he put his hands in my hair, pulling me to him. A moan came from my lips, and I opened my mouth. I didn't know how I was going to take that long, stiff tool, but I knew that I would take it. Take it and love it.
I reached up and began to fondle his balls, those heavy, hairy orbs of masculinity. It was too much for him. He pushed me quickly to the floor, and then kneeled over me, his face all but touching my cunt, his dick and balls hanging over my face. Then he raised up so that he was sitting directly over my face. I could see the hairy ring of his ass hole, and without thinking I let my tongue flick out and brush against it. I licked it, moving my tongue from the base of his balls all the way along his crack, sticking it into his ass hole as far as I could, and then continuing my licking. He lowered himself more, and I placed my lips over his ass and began to suck the tight little hole. This really turned him on, and he dropped to his hands and knees again, and began to eat my cunt. I shoved it toward him as his mouth began to suck, letting him have the hole, hoping he would take it. I could feel his teeth against my cunt lips, as he gently nipped them, and I could feel his tongue probing my hole. He put his hands under my ass and pulled my cunt to his face, licking and sucking and nipping at the cunt until I thought I would explode.
Suddenly, he turned around and I felt the pain as his tool entered me. I cried out from the pain of it, and almost pushed him away, but he was used to this reaction, and he used my thrust to heighten the sensation he was giving me. As I pulled my cunt away I felt his finger enter my ass, and I pushed forward again, to meet and absorb that red, swollen meat. As he drove his rod deeper into me I felt the burst of my hymen, and knew that I wasn't a virgin anymore. The blood lubricated his dick, and suddenly there wasn't any pain any more, just the sweet sensation of his cock filling my cunt, filling the void that had been aching for him, wanting him, hungering for his meat.
I hiked my legs and put my feet against his ass, and he drove his tool home with a fury. My fingers clawed at his athletic back, and I could feel his body heavy above me, crushing me, pounding me, and all the time that engorged prick sliding in and out of my cunt.
Then I felt him give a shudder, and suddenly he was coming, his fuck juice shooting out in heavy jolts into my womb, and the surprise of it, the heat of it, set off my own come. I almost cried from the sheer beauty of that feeling! It was too much. I just whispered his name over and over as I felt him go limp, as I drained the last ounce of come from his balls. We lay there together for several minutes then, silent, still, breathing heavily. Then Bill pulled out of me, and I felt an emptiness in my cunt, and I wanted to cry. I didn't ever want to lose that meat, that heavy, beautiful prick.
Bill got dressed and left soon after that, and the rest of the night I cried. Not for my lost virginity, but for the loss of his wonderful, exquisite dick.
Well, Bill was the first, but he certainly wasn't the last. After that I screwed at least once a week. And I got caught. It was horrible. My Dad came home early one time and caught me on the living room floor, and he nearly beat the shit out of the boy I had. And that wasn't enough. He whipped me with his belt and locked me in my room. Then he called my mother, who was visiting her sister in upstate New York, and told her what he had found. She caught the next plane home, and for two weeks I went through sheer hell, with their accusing looks and their lectures and their moaning and groaning about "what had they done wrong, what had they ever done to deserve this," as though it was their own fucking business what I did. They'd had sixteen years to teach me differently and if I wanted sex, it was too late for them to change my mind. Shit, they had all the sex they wanted. I'd heard them screwing a lot of times, and not just each other. They were always running off on separate vacations and business trips, and if the one who was gone wasn't getting screwed, then the one who stayed home was.
And they wanted to know "where had I learned to behave the way I behaved!"
Well, after two weeks, I couldn't stand it, so I ran away. I went first to the Haight Ashbury district-a girl friend of mine had gone there a year before me, and had told me about it. I couldn't find her, but I did find some groovy people, and I managed to live O.K.
But the Haight has changed a lot. All I got out of it was a lot of sex, a few weeks of total freedom, and an introduction to drugs. And at seventeen, I was having a lot of kicks. Drugs did something to me. They made the absence of sex O.K., and when I had sex they heightened the pleasure. And that's why I went back to New York, and that's why I tried to get into a group I had heard of, a group that liked their sex and liked their drugs-and had almost a perfect license to combine them.
It came under the heading of religion.
A lot, like the Timothy Leary group, but with no connection with Leary at all, I understand. But wild. And groovy.
Nobody really understands Timothy Leary, and perhaps nobody will understand Dr. Janus. All they want to do is to liberate the soul, and if it takes drugs to do this, then drugs are used. LSD, Grass, anything that frees the mind.
But they have to be careful who they let in. Be cause they are so much misunderstood, they have to put their initiates through a long ordeal.
My own initiation took almost a year. I was placed with a group and told to obey their every command, or else I would not be allowed to participate in the final rites.
And god, I wanted to participate in those rites. I wanted to be accepted in their group.
Because it would mean sex and freedom and the really beautiful life.
CHAPTER ONE
I had come to New York specifically to meet Dr. Janus, the head of the Commune of Hippies that I wanted to join. But it was to be quite some time before I met the man in person, and even longer before things went any further.
The first member of the "family" that I met was Bernard, a middle aged man who found me sitting hungry and tired in a Greenwich Village coffee shop. The Village has certainly gone downhill. It's far too square to attract the REAL people, but I didn't know where else to go. Bernard took me in hand, and offered me a room at his pad. To this day I don't know the exact spot, but I do know it was a swinging place.
There was nothing phony about Bernard. He told me when he invited me home that he would lay me. I didn't mind, and I told him that if I didn't want to be balled, I wouldn't accept his invitation. He grinned at that, and took my hand and drove me to his place.
It was a confusing maze of streets that we went through, and the neighborhood was pretty dirty looking, but there were some groovy people on the street, and once inside everything was changed. I mean, it was a trip just to walk into the place.
Bernard sure as hell didn't waste any time. As soon as he closed the door he told me to undress. Watching him steadily, I slipped off my dress. I'm not used to wearing much underneath. There was no bra. My large breasts flopped free and loose. I divested myself of my pantyhose, then I lay on my back on the couch, stark naked.
He loomed over me, vast in size, his breath puffing out of his slack-lipped mouth, his large hands, soft yet expert, exploring me from the roots of my flowing hair to the soles of my feet.
The hands sought the back of my neck, inside my ears, and behind them.
He felt under my armpits. He spent an unusually long time on my breasts. As his hands and fingers shaped, probed, and poked my mammarys, his palms were beginning to sweat.
His manipulations glided on down, his pinky tickling into my belly button, then he requested me to spread my legs as he fingered the creased gutter between my thighs.
"Oh shit," I gasped as he touched my clit. I winced in aroused lust at the slightest brush of his big fingers on my clitoris, my hips twisting and wrenching in uncontrolled, erotic reflexes.
He held me ruthlessly down, leaning his weight on me, rubbing at me, feeling and prodding. Then he helped me turn over, so that I lay face down, my rear uppermost.
Again he probed, this time into the deep furrow between my rump-cheeks. He pried the crack apart with his thick thumbs, prying into the brown trench. The fissure that splits my buttocks is embarrassingly widespread. Constantly my panties, and even my skirts, are sucked in and trapped by the vise of my fleshy cheeks. In public I often hear vulgar remarks from people behind me. "Look at her skirt! It's stuck up her ass!" My fingers are forever tugging at the entangled panties and skirt. I was to learn, shortly, that this was symbolic. I wanted something crammed up my asshole!
The excitement of Bernard's large thumbs working into my puckering anus made blood rush to my head in frantic waves and I felt dizzy.
He shifted the thick flesh of my buttocks like a baker kneading fresh dough. His fingers explored the fat fold where my left buttock-cheek joined the back of my thigh. I turned so that I could see his body. His pants were off. His prick hung like a red-knobbed tassel, several inches below the bottom flap of his shirt. As he stood beside me, the knob pendulumed gently, swinging from one muscular thigh to the other. He seemed to find pleasure bouncing it back and forth between his legs.
Bernard moved to within a few inches in front of my glassy-eyed face. "Remain as you are, Meg," he instructed easily. "Have you ever been buggered?"
I took a tremulous breath. "No."
"Being screwed in the ass is part and parcel of every girl's education. You will have the broadening and exhilarating experience of being sodo mized. What we are about to do involves trust and a mutual quest for pleasure. Something good to grease the way always makes things easier."
His clear grey eyes remained fixedly on the twin hams of my behind. "You have a delicious-looking ass." As he spoke to me, I saw the front of his shirt being poked outwards by a thickening and rearing of his penis. His cock raised itself before me in big pulsating throbs. The knob, especially, grew redder and tripled in size as I watched it elevate.
He toyed with the shaft of his hefty tool as he continued to talk. "A soluble sterile lube is highly desirable. It allows frictionless movement while screwing. Some devotees prefer greasy lubricants, like vaseline, because they make coupling hotter and shorter. But I've found that most dolls would rather have an easier, longer, cooler screw. Do you agree, Meg?"
"Oh, yes, I do," I said, fascinated by his reared up rod and the way he was now applying a slick coating to it with coitus jelly from a tube. His hand slipped carefully to and fro on his huge glistening cock, the sliding foreskin baring a rose-colored glans.
He opened his shirt. I could see his hard-on all the way to its base. It was like a gnarled tree trunk rearing from a thick forest of jet black hair. He dropped the jacket from his bare, heavy-muscled shoulders and moved nakedly around to stand behind me.
He was taking his time, making sure that I would be fully aroused. The manual stimulation of all my sex zones had helped me to get into heat. The stabbing of the thumbs into my butt had been token penetration of a cock into my asshole. Now he skillfully applied a lubricant to my fluttering anus, delicately massaging, sticking his fingers into my sphincter. My eroticism awaken fully as he buried his middle finger to the last knuckle. I was in a sweat. Could I take his frightful prick?
He must have been reading my thoughts. "If you can take the full length of my lubricated finger. Meg, you can take all of me."
That was good to know. I separated my legs, splaying them out, and he knelt between them. His hands groped at my bottom, pulling my cheeks grotesquely apart. I felt the hot head of his cock probing along the crevice of my brownie. Then he found the anus. He applied weight gradually, pushing his immense tool into my rectal orifice. Once positioned, he instructed me to writhe upward slowly, so that I myself was accomplishing the insertion.
I gingerly raised my groin off the smooth, soft surface of the leather couch. The first sensation in my virgin rectum was delightful. His prick was stiff and strong and the squat head entered as I rocked my hips upward. The moment there was space between my belly and the couch, he circled his hands under me, assisting my lift upward, finding my clitty with one of his hands, and delightfully masturbating the spur of erectile tissue. The added thrill of getting my clitty tickled opened me up all the way. I backed on him as he bore down. I nearly lost my senses as his entire cock buried itself up my rectum and into my bowels.
My belly flopped back on the couch surface, my erect clitoris grinding just like a little prick into the leather cushion supporting my groin. With his long, hard dick fully inserted into my rear passage, he began jogging up and down on my fleshy backside, using my cheeks as springs on which to bounce his loins, getting more force behind his great length of throbbing prick flesh. We moved in rhythm. The knob of his cock pressed against the walls of my bowels. I kept the heavy-fleshed globes of my ass rotating and churning on his driving dick.
He gripped my nude shoulders in his powerful hands and I knew he was feeling the same anguished joys I did, as my warm, slithering passage gripped every vital sensitive inch of his aching prick. This bitch he was screwing would make him come! I writhed my ass at him, urging him with every sensual wrench and wriggle of my humping backside to throw his muck up into my bowels.
I was sobbing in pleasure-agony and we were both puffing and groaning as I moved my bottom against him in ever increasing horny movements, small circles of action becoming wider with more strenuous writhings. My body was taking possession of my senses. In my inner self I wanted to give this back-scuttling man-animal his satisfaction, to prove to him that in spite of his hurting cruelly I could still give him the supreme thrilling enjoyment with my body.
I was supposed to be sensitive! I could feel pain, a lot of pain, and it was giving me a powerful pleasure. A great deal of pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me like this, to get his all-out gratification in my rectum. His strong fingers had trailed down my back and were digging under me, delving into my wet hot cunthole. His body kept humping and rooting. His cock was a gigantic shaft of hot, bone-hard flesh in my blowhole and belly and yet I enjoyed it in a strange masochistic fashion. He was a wild beast on my back. His hands hurt my cuntlips as he gripped them so tightly and shagged brutally at my hapless behind.
The room was filled with the slap-slap-slap of his body on mine, and the heavy panting and the wild exhortations of a man and a woman crazed with lust. I quaked all over as I got off one orgasm from deep in my entrails. His own spunk must be rising and ready to jet. This was the crucial moment. I had to blow out his thick, curdled seed. I could not fail as I kept my bottom rotating, jerking back and forth under him, giving and getting the maximum pleasure from every motion. It was as if my very life depended on making this brute spend his jogging balls into my rectum. I had never been so randily responsive. I felt that I would never have a climax so wonderful as the one I was about to blast off as his experienced hand frigged and masturbated the pulpy flesh of my cunt and the pole hard relentless cock jammed its full length up my chute.
I was coming and I cried out unrestrainedly for him to ejaculate into my bowels. He was riding hard into his orgasm. He now crowded over me, hightailing it like a jockey going into the homestretch. At each furious lunge he almost withdrew completely, then plunged in again to the hilt. I was coming and he was coming-glorious nature timing our blast-offs together.
Inside my rectum the massive shaft of his sex went the limit. With heart-rending throbs his huge organ started pumping out its vile filth of sex juice. I had never known anything like it. White hot juice jetted through every pore of my being. I let all of my own go. We were squirting together. My own orgasm was violent and lasting.
We sagged together, his spent breath whistling in my ear. It was minutes before he could struggle up out of his rear embrace. Although his cock was dead, he still had to wrench away to free the thick length of limp meat from my asshole.
He stood up, donning his white shirt. Without a word, he walked out, his flaccid cock dangling and bobbing between his thighs. I still lay face down as I put my hand behind me and ran my fingers tenderly into my poor scut's wide groove, warped even wider by the ferocious sodomizing. The raw slot was slimy with the mingling of his come and the mucus of my shit.
I watched as he slowly re-entered the room, fully dressed now, and carrying a tray that held two cups of some steaming liquid. Beside the cups were some cigarettes and pills.
Bernard smiled at me, as I raised myself drowzily from the couch. I smiled back. "How about some coffee?" he asked. "And a smoke?"
I looked at the cigarettes. They were the familiar brown color of Marijuana. Bernard saw me looking at them. "They're Mexican imports," he said. Shit, I knew better than that.
"Special imports," I said, just to let him know that he wasn't putting anything over on me.
"Say, kid, you don't have any hang-ups about this sort of thing, do you?" For the first time, he looked at me like I was a stranger.
"Hell no, Bernard," I laughed. "I just didn't want you to think I was square, that I hadn't been around." He joined me in a good laugh, and then lit two reefers.
We sat and smoked quietly for some time, and then I asked him whether the pills were speed or not. "Sure," he told me. "We'll trip out later. Right now, I just want to put the whole groovy world into a dream state. Then the Big Trip."
I watched the acrid smoke curling upwards, and leaned my head back. We had been smoking long enough that even this simple action caused my brain to reel slightly. I giggled, and looked over at Bernard. He looked beautiful. For the first time in my life, someone over thirty looked beautiful. I reached out one unsteady hand, but instead of patting him on the knee, I bumped his magnificent crotch. He turned and looked at me. "Oh, later, chick, later." I giggled again. He reached out very slowly and picked up some speed, some LSD. I watched him happily. I knew he was ready to trip out now, and that he would let me join him. He administered the drug slowly, and at first it didn't have any real effect. The world was still "smoky" from the pot, but it hadn't started to really groove yet. Then I noticed that the full grey smoke had begun to take on an almost rainbow-like color effect. I could see reds and purples, greens and pinks and oranges begin to drift into and out of the smoke. I lit another reefer, and blew a puff of smoke at the ceiling. It came out of my mouth a deep red, and when it reached the ceiling it was blue. I looked around me. Bernard seemed to be floating just out of my reach. The wall behind him began to dissolve, to fade, and I could see stars or the lights of the city where a blank wall had been only a few minutes before.
I felt an urge to fuck again begin to creep into my cunt, felt my hole expand. It was a great cavity, now, and I wondered where I would find a cock big enough to fill it. I put my finger into my cunt lips, spreading them even further. It seemed as though my very fingers were cocks now, but they weren't big enough to do me any good. Then I felt strange fingers join mine, and I looked at Bernard, and saw that he had his hand on my crotch and was fingering me. His fly was open, and his cock-an immense throbbing piece of meat-was standing out, hard and ready to screw. Looking at the veined instrument of pleasure, I knew that it and it alone would be large enough for me. I wanted that cock. Wanted it badly. I leaned over, my head swimming from the effects of the trip, and kissed it. It tasted sweeter than anything I had ever eaten before, sweeter and bigger and better than any cock I had ever had. I could taste his come, but it seemed like honey.
Bernard stood up and removed his pants slowly. When he was naked again, he pulled me toward him. "Shit, chick, get on the floor," he commanded. I did. "Now run your mouth over my rod, run it all over my rod and my balls and my ass." I did.
He stood there, swaying, moaning, commanding me. Whatever he said, I did. I ran my tongue around the crack of his ass, I stuck my fingers into his hole, finger fucking him as though his ass was a cunt and my finger was a prick.
Then either he pushed me or I fell, but I found myself flat on the floor, and Bernard was bent over me, his tongue lapping at my cunt, his hand jerking himself off.
"No," I moaned. "No, not jerk off. Fuck. Fuck." He lifted his face and looked at me. His eyes burned into mine. "Fuck," I said. "Fuck my cunt, my pussy."
He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his cock and balls dangling, tantalizing, over my vagina. "Put it in," I begged. "Put it all the way in. Screw me, you bastard. Screw me!"
Slowly he lowered his organ into my cunt. I felt the head of it begin to enter. Despite the emptiness of my uterus, his head seemed to fill me. It was too much!
Then he began to pump, and the entire instrument went in, deeper and deeper, thrusting, tearing, pulling. I thought I would faint from the pain and the joy of it!
And then it was over. In great, heaving shudders, it was over! We twisted on the floor, our bodies melted together, and heaved out our comes.
* * *
It was morning before we came down from our trip. Bernard was first, and by the time I was out of it, he had a large breakfast ready. There was plenty of coffee, plenty of eggs, and toast. He even had a jug of orange juice setting on the table! It was more food than I had seen since I had come to New York. And suddenly, despite the speed hangover, I was famished. I gulped down everything in sight. I wanted bacon, or sausage, or any sort of meat, but Bernard explained that he was a strict vegetarian, and that he didn't eat meat.
"Animals are alive, and I don't think they should be slaughtered just because I'm hungry. If I can't eat the same food they do, and live as well, then I don't need to live." That was his explanation. But it hardly served to satisfy my cravings. I put up with it, though, because with the rest of the food, I was at least full, and starvation was not in the near future any more.
After breakfast, Bernard and I had a long talk. He explained a little more of his philosophy, which was a groovy one. He had a great love of all life, he told me, and he wanted to experience the world to the full. He found that drugs helped him. "Mind Expanding" wasn't just a phrase to him, it was an entire way of life.
When he saw that I accepted him and his way of life, he told me that he was a member of a commune. As a matter-of-fact, he said he was a member of several communes, but that his was sort of a quiet partnership. He had to live and work in the city, but he contributed his earnings to the various communes through a central organization which he called The Family. Later he referred to it as The Children of Aquarius, which I understood was the name of the New York Family. Those in California he referred to as The Children of Sagittarius, and though I didn't quite understand it, he explained that Dr. Leary's group was definitely NOT a part of the group to which he belonged or contributed. He said there were several such organizations, but that he found he grooved with just this one, so he was devoting his entire life and his earnings to furthering the aims of the group.
All they wanted, he explained, was to live in peace with their brothers. There was no real government among them, but there was a loosely run organization which managed to raise funds and to co-ordinate meetings. Each commune was headed by a "King" and a "Queen", who took the place of a mother and father. Their orders had to be obeyed, but their function was mostly to see to it that no outsiders got in and that food and work were evenly distributed. They were also in charge of the drugs.
I told Bernard that I had come to New York because I had heard of Dr. Janus' group. Bernard laughed. "Chick," he said, "You have come to the right man. You wanna be part of Janus' commune? Honey, he's the head of The Family. He's the Big Man to all of us. It'll take some doin' to get to him."
"But I have to," I said. "I just have to!"
Bernard looked at me with those penetrating eyes of his. He was quiet for a long time. Finally he spoke. "Chick, I tell ya what. I'll introduce ya to some friends of mine. A groovy family in the suburbs. They're a lot like me. They work, earn a living, and contribute to the communes. As a matter-of-fact, Astrid is Queen of a lot of communes-about five-in New York State, and Arthur, her husband, is King of about two. Very "in" people. If you do what they say, I'll guarantee ya that you can meet Janus. As for anything else, well, that'll have to be up to Janus himself. And up to your cunt!" He laughed as he finished speaking, but it wasn't till long after that before I found out what he meant.
CHAPTER TWO
The first thing I was told by Arthur and Astrid about the commune which I was to join, was that everyone was very serious about their membership. There could be no plain joy-riding, and I would be expected to help the other members at all times and places. My life would belong to the group, and in place of my ownership of myself, I would be granted a freedom and individuality I had never known before. Because we would protect each other, we would be much freer than people outside the commune.
I was also told that I would have to share any material possessions I owned with the commune, and that once I became a full member, I would share in everything the commune owned.
There would be a secret oath, which I would have to take, at each stage of my initiation, until I took the final oath and became a member. The final oath would be to "marry" into the commune "UNTIL DEATH SEPARATED US." Once I took the final oath, they told me I could not be released until the day I died-and if I tried to leave, the other members of the commune were dedicated to hunting me out and destroying me. This didn't worry me at all, since I had no plans whatsoever to leave the commune. If the Children of Aquarius accepted me, I would willingly stay with them "UNTIL DEATH SEPARATED US."
It was strange to hear such talk coming from this couple. Aside from their rather peculiar jewelry, which ran to heavy gold and leather bracelets of odd designs and pendants with a five pointed star, there was little to distinguish Astrid and Arthur from any other pair of suburbanites. Arthur was somewhat bland and non-descript. Uninteresting-with his clothes on. Astrid was dark and handsome, a trifle too heavy, a trifle too long in the nose and heavily jowled, but her eyes were clear, black and searching.
They lived in a standard white frame house with a mortgage, two sons of grammar school age, a cat and a couple of dogs-hardly a hint of anything unusual. But, on closer examination, I saw the "garden" in back. There were the usual flower plants, but mixed in among them very casually were some poppy and marijuana plants, and what looked like some very strange herbs indeed!
They had a large collection of books on the Zodiac and the Occult, and one red and black leather bound book called The Book of Shadows. The last book was kept in the kitchen, and seemed to be loose leaf filled.
My sense of anticipation began to build.
* * *
There was talk. Only Arthur didn't say much. He sat, smoking cigarettes, keeping his pale eyes pasted on me. In his mind, it was obvious, he was already stripping me down to the exciting buff and fucking me. I tried to keep my mind on what his wife Astrid was saying.
"After we entered the Family two years ago," she said, "we dropped our affiliations with the orthodox church and were remarried with a sermon called Handfasting. This rite boils down to a simple promise to be true to each other for 'as long as love shall last.' "
"And if love doesn't last?" I asked.
"If love doesn't last, either party is free to go his own way."
"It's the ideal marriage," Arthur said, smiling. He looked at me as if he would like to go his own way. And glancing at his heavy crotch I had an idea that his way would be a great way to go.
Astrid acted as if there had been no interruption. "This is just a part of the philosophy laid down in The Book Of The Shadows, which is as close to a Bible as we come. It contains all the charms, cures, and chants that we use. Some of it is from old Zen Buddhist rites, others from American Indian rites-and a little from the Bible. There is a section in it taken from the Book of Chairman Mao, but each member of the commune is supposed to purchase a copy of the Quo tations From Chairman Mao as well as The Book of The Shadows.
"It also contains recipes for everything from LSD Brownies to Hashish Hash."
Arthur added that each new member, as they took the final vows, would have to add a recipe to the book. This was the way in which The Book Of The Shadows was kept current and "living."
At this point, Allen and Judd, their two children, came into the room. They weren't bad looking boys, and looked like they were just entering their teens. Astrid smiled as they entered, and they both walked over to her and Arthur and kissed them both.
I guess I looked a little shocked to see boys of this age still kissing their father, because Arthur started to explain to me that "in this family, there are no inhibitions as far as sex goes."
"I guess it's just my square upbringing still hanging on," I said, a little embarrassed that my reaction had been noticed.
"That's alright, Meg," Astrid said, "You'll lose the rest of your inhibitions long before you join the commune, and you'll find out what a glorious feeling it is to know that there is nothing about sex you cannot discuss in front of anyone, and no sexual act you cannot perform. You'll discover the extraordinary beauties of the human body, and you'll learn that there is nothing degrading about an act of love ... any act of love. As long as two people really care for each other, little things like being of the same sex don't matter.
"You'll also learn that there can be great pleasure in making love to someone of your own sex. If you haven't learned this already."
"No," I said, "no, I haven't done that. I don't know if ... if I could."
"Of course you could," Astrid said, putting her hand on my leg. "When you become a member of the commune you will be able to. You will be completely free of all inhibitions. I can't emphasize that enough. There will be nothing you cannot do. Totally free, Meg. Think of it! Totally Free!"
Her face was radiant as she spoke, and I envied her greatly for her own freedom. I knew that I shouldn't feel envy, but I did. At the same time I knew that if I could ever find myself that free, that gloriously happy, I would need nothing else the rest of my life. One moment of such freedom would be worth a lifetime of hang-ups.
"You will be one of us someday, Meg. Someday soon." I looked at Arthur. "As a matter-of-fact, we will invite you to our place again tomorrow, and you can meet some members of the commune then. This will be your initial test, and if you pass it, then we will recommend to the family that you be accepted as an initiate in the Children of Aquarius. That is, if you want to become a member of our commune. There might be another group more to your liking."
The last statement was like a question, so I hurried to reassure them that I wanted to join their group and no other. "I mean, I haven't seen such a great family ever. I mean, not even my own family seemed to have the peace and security that yours does."
"That's because we aren't tied to each other. A lot of marriages," Arthur said, "go sour when the couple sees that no matter what they do they are stuck with each other and with no one else for the rest of their natural lives. That's a pretty frightening thought to a lot of people, and it just creates hang-ups.
"But since you say you want to join us, then be here tomorrow night."
"I'll help you through the ritual," Astrid said. "It might seem a bit weird and frightening at first, but just remember all through it that nothing will be done to you except from motives of pure love. You do not understand that now, but later you will learn to accept this pure love, and to know that though it might hurt now, it is done with your good in mind. We are not cruel. We will not force you. You must come of your own free will. But also remember that love knows no bounds, love cannot be tied. You-the REAL you-must be expressed. And we will help you to find that beautiful self, we will guide you. Just do exactly as you are told, and within the year you will be a full member of the commune!"
* * *
I returned to their house on the following night. The basement was a playroom that reeked of drug-like incense. Guttering black wax candles were set on the craniums of grinning skulls. An ancient wooden trunk served as a table. On its crowded top were such objects as a silver goblet, an incense burner and sprinkler, a statue of a Cretan goddess of fertility, and several working tools, one of them an athame, or black-handled knife.
On a separate stand beside the table was the black-bound Book of Shadows, bearing the five-pointed star on the cover.
I had arrived early, before the others, and the ceremony had not yet begun. I did not see Astrid. She was, Arthur informed me, preparing to take her place as leader of the commune. On the floor around the table was a circle nine feet in diameter drawn in white chalk. Sketched inside the rim were the signs of the zodiac.
"You must take your clothes off, Meg. We call it skyclad. It is the symbol of freedom, but, more important, we believe that there is a power that comes from the body. The wearing of clothes within the circle would impede the soul. So we are all nude."
Without further invitation, I started to strip. I was still in the act of taking off my clothes when the basement room began to fill up with nude couples. Ten people in all. They entered silently on bare feet, like so many ghosts. Each held in his hand his own individual black-handled athame.
The knives looked sinister. The naked people stood around the walls, watching me with intense eyes as I peeled off my clinging shift and pantyhose. My large uncovered breasts swung obscenely in the nickering candlelight. I looked around for Arthur. He had faded away somewhere.
I knew that imbedded in the wax of the candles were shreds of pot, because the odor was unmistakable. Likewise, the substance made the candles sputter and give off sparks more than any ordinary candle would have done. The smoke and the smell made me a little dizzy, but I soon became accustomed to it, and even to want a heavier dose of it. I was standing naked now, and I suddenly felt a soft pinch on my rump. I turned around and saw Arthur behind me. He had a hypodermic needle in his hand, and I knew that he had just given me a shot of something. Then suddenly he was gone again. I didn't know that it was speed he had given me until I suddenly began to see colors and shadows that weren't there. Everything seemed acute to my eyes, almost painfully clear, and yet, where the shadows nickered on the wall, everything was obscure. It was suddenly a frightening, but fascinating world, and I forgot that after all, it was just a basement, and that in the daytime it was no different from any other rumpus-room basement anywhere else in suburbia.
I couldn't take my eyes off the shadows. They seemed alive, and far more real than the dreamy colors which floated above the candles, and I watched them, expecting them to speak or breath or something. Suddenly, near the table, I noticed that the shadows seemed to be thinning. "Oh, wow," I remember thinking. "They are alive."
And then I saw her. Or It. This beautiful....
From the shadows emerged a living goddess. It was Astrid in her ceremonial garb-which was absolutely nothing in the way of clothes. She wore only a thin silver band with a crescent on her forehead, two silver bracelets on one wrist, a cat's eye ring, and on one full-fleshed thigh a garter with five silver buckles. I learned later that each buckle signified a commune of which she was leader.
As we all watched her, she picked up her ritual knife from the altar and traced the outline of the chalk-drawn nine-foot circle. Standing within the circle, protecting herself from the spirits, Astrid began to read from The Book of Shadows. The assembled members held high their knives and chanted an invocation in a lugubrious monotone. Then they all leaped inside the ring, with Astrid in the center, and clasped hands and danced around and around. It looked like the child's game of Ring Around the Rosie. Only these people made it seem eerie.
At some signal, the ten stopped dancing and padded out of the circle again. They grouped behind me, waiting for Astrid to speak.
She lowered her head and pierced me with her gaze. Suddenly she raised her left hand, gripping the ritual knife. She aimed the point straight at my breastbone. "Do you wish to join The Family?"
I tried to keep my voice steady. "Yes! I do!"
I then performed certain lewd and blasphemous acts. I made the sign of the cross with my left hand. I spoke my denial of my Christian faith. I denied my parents. I promised, as a token of submission, to make a gift of my possessions to the Family on numerous occasions. I promised to dedicate any children I might have to The Family. I vowed to keep the secrets of the commune.
"Come forth, Meg! Stand with me inside this circle!"
I treaded cautiously into the ring in my bare feet, the linoleum-block floor cold under my soles, and stood in front of her. The room was hazy with sickening incense. My senses swam. I repeated the oath of allegiance. I was given a plume quill pen and told to write my name in the Book of Death.
"Not your real name," said Astrid. "Your new name. It can be your own name turned around. Meg becomes Gem."
I didn't care for Gem as a name. I preferred the French version of the word-Bijou. I wrote it down in the book.
"Henceforward," said Astrid, "you will be known in this family as Bijou. Tonight you are my handmaiden."
Then Arthur appeared. He too, was naked, wearing only a bracelet in the shape of a serpent squirming up his forearm.
Quite naturally, my gaze traveled down his body. There was nothing sensational to be seen about his physique until I came to his cock. Then I frankly stared. His prick had been flayed. Literally. There was an ancient puberty rite or test of manhood enacted on boys in the Far East. Arthur had undergone the ordeal. Not merely the prepuce had been slit and removed, as in ordinary circumcision, but the entire sheath of his penis had been sliced and stripped off, leaving the rod as raw and exposed as a skinned eel. Only the highly sensitive, dull-red under-flesh was left. It was without any doubt that this condition left him with the most refined and responsive prick I had ever encountered. The inflamed member hung limber. My fingers ached to discover how it would react to my caressing touch. I would have to wait.
Arthur stood with his back to his wife, facing The Family and me. I was only three feet in front of him, my eyes lowered to the lurid dangle of his skinned cock. My direct gaze alone stimulated and titillated it. I observed little spasms in it as tender tendons rippled alive. It began to arch upward slowly and in fitful throbs.
Behind Arthur, Astrid lifted a hat and held it over his head as if to crown him. As she put the hat on Arthur's head, his prick raised fully erect, a sceptre of ruddy gristle, pointing its bald head straight at the pit of my belly.
Then all the other members began singing and dancing. They writhed and twisted, still in a circle, still holding hands, their bodies gleaming in the candlelight, sweating and fully aroused.
I remained standing obediently in place, waiting for orders. Arthur was getting hornier by the second as he feasted his eyes on my deeply breathing tits and gradually expanding cunny lips. Neither of us moved from the spot.
The dancing and singing died down. Astrid's dark eyes glittered on me. "Bijou, you are my handmaiden." She emphasized the hand. "Go among those gathered and satisfy them-by hand only."
I turned to face the others. There were five couples, ten people. They all now lounged about, some standing, some sitting, some lying in abandoned positions. All the men had hard ons. Or were rapidly growing them.
Nearest me was a male, standing with his back to the wall, his big stiff cock at a right angle to his body. Like a nervous swimmer going quickly into cold water, I plunged my hands at him. I clasped the base of his penis in my left hand. There was still a great deal of room left on his upright shaft. I placed the palm of my right hand underneath and slid it rapidly up and down the sensitive underside of the bloated glans. I squeezed with my left hand and alternated the sliding of my right hand with a gripping of the bulbous head of his cock. He must have been saving up for this occasion, for my rapid and rhythmic manipulations brought his excitement to a boil in a few vigorous shakes. White sap ejaculated in wild spurts. The place was so quiet that everybody could hear the seminal blobs spatter over the linoleum-tile floor. His cock shrunk in my two-handed grip and I dropped it.
A woman was next, reclining on her rounded bare backside, her knees well apart, letting me look into the depths of her black-hair-fringed cunt. I slid my hand up the inside of one of her thighs. The thick meat shuddered under my touch. I cupped my hand over her furry pussy, my long middle finger in a long glide over her out-thrust clitoris, then penetrating the wet hot slash. I wriggled my finger in as far as I could. She moaned, then convulsed, her maw "biting" my inserted finger. Her suction was so strong that her weasel went pop when I pulled my finger out.
I hand-hiked two more males and females in rapid succession. It was obvious now that they had all denied themselves for days, not indulging in any form of sex, before coming to this meeting. This explained the immediate response and release I provoked as soon as I grabbed an erect penis in my hot moist hands or sawed my stiffened fingers into a wet-lipped gaping cunt.
A buxom redhead sat on the floor with one knee flexed akimbo, the heel of that foot rammed into her yawning pussy. As I approached her she thrust a stick at me with an appeal uttered from between gritted teeth: "Use this!"
The stick, at least eight inches of it, was all covered with a coating from candle drippings. The wax had solidified into a smooth, greasy crust. She straightened out her angled knee, removing the heel that was digging into her foxy-haired hot box, and opened up all the way for my attack. Her long-lashed eyes slitted with masochistic anticipation as I aimed the stick, poking it into her jellyroll. She lay back on the floor as I slowly inserted the greasy end into her vagina. It was as if I were equipped with a powerful, mysterious penis, and attempting to ravish her with it.
As the stick moved into her torrid hole, the redhead on the floor twisted and turned, in a frantic seizure, as if trying unsuccessfully to escape from the wooden length that was crawling into her vagina. I was not too expert in my manipulation of sticks, at least not in this fashion, and I was careful to move it a little at a time, making sure that every inch that went in extracted the most delightful pleasures from her now quivering female doughnut.
The redhead, squirming on the floor, was now beside herself with passion. The wooden phallus drove her body into convulsions and, like a woman gone mad, her long glossy fingernails dug up splinters of the linoleum-blocking. At each added penetration of her vagina's sanctity, a long, low moan came from her heaving breast. Holding the stick between my hands, I slowly rotated it, creating more fire in her nookie by friction. She thrashed on her weaving back as her tormented desires heated to the boiling point.
As she pitched and tossed below me in her frenzy of female eroticism, it was like driving a stake into a floundering vampire. Her hands were claws on the shaft of the stick, trying at the same time to pull it out and thrust it farther in.
Then in an instant it was all over for her. She gave vent to a fearsome scream and I felt the butt of the handle prod into mushy flesh. Her innermost privacy had been invaded and it brought her to a screeching climax. The juices of pleasure boiled over, foaming and fizzing at the clogged opening between her kicking legs. I slowly extracted the come-slicked handle. She lay halfswooning on her back, moaning and groaning, the clear lubrication from her over-stimulated glands oiling her cunt lips and rolling in droplets down the insides of her shivering thighs.
This sight had been undeniably too much for the others. Those men and women who had not yet been serviced with my hands were no longer waiting. Gals were jerking off guys and in turn the guys jabbed fingers into the gals' snappers. The group finished off their first round with wholesale masturbation.
I was glad to hurry this phase along. Although I did find a great deal of pleasure in whacking off the cocks and cunts, my mind was blazing with the thought of the prick that was waiting for the final consummation. Arthur's skinned eel. I shuddered in delicious sympathetic wonder at the mere premeditation of how that length of sore-looking, tender meat with all the nerves exposed would react to my fondling touch.
I was so eager to get to it that I hastily jigged off the last big cock in the line. It was all hot and swollen and I speeded the end by scraping my fingernails into the turgid, black-veined flesh. My sharp nails left blood-red tracks in the lump of his corona and the sensual agony was so great for him that in seconds he was spewing large gobs of dirty white semen.
The basement floor was all slippery and slimy with the spittings of ten orgasms splotching it. I slowly walked back toward the circle, the cooling puddles of slime feeling sticky under my bare feet.
During all this time, Arthur and Astrid had not changed position. He stood observing every move I made, his flayed cock standing out at full mast. Astrid stood a few feet behind him, tall and queenly, her height enabling her to view the proceedings over her husband's shoulder. Her large, well-formed breasts were rising and falling, revealing her inner sexual agitation. Her right hand had strayed to the brunette nest between her thighs and her fingers slowly rubbed up the livid cone of her clitty.
"Well done, Bijou!" she commented. "Now for the final pairing. You and Arthur together make the final thirteen."
Within the circle, I stood facing Arthur, my eyes dwelling on his upright cock. It glowed scarlet, like a neon tube. His balls hung in brown-skin sacs between his thighs. Bending forward slightly at the hips, I reached toward his crotch slowly and began a casual fingertip titillation of his testicles. This provoked a sudden nerve jump all along the length of his very irritated-looking exposed genital tissues. I fondled the dangling balls between thumb and fingers, gently stroking them. Arthur grunted as his flaming tube strained up stiffer and longer.
As his responses became more ardent, I gingerly circled the root where it joined his groin, clasping the very core of his manhood entirely as though by a ring with the same thumb and forefinger. We both had our eyes down, watching reactions. He was breathing shallowly in erotic expectation. Then, with my fingers still clasped firmly, I gave the whole cock one rapid jerk, traveling suddenly up and down its full length.
He gasped as if he had been branded. Indeed the searing heat of his flesh on my hand felt as if his prick had just come out of a charcoal pit. My hand rested again at the extreme base of his organ as I prolonged the stimulation. Both he and I had begun breathing heavily. In the stony silence of the room I could hear his thickening saliva gulp down his constricted throat as he swallowed with some difficulty. My next move in this tactile excitation of his dick was to support the shank by my outstretched forefinger alone, drawing it lazily toward me from the base to tip, rubbing my fingertip in digital friction against the highly sensitive underside of his bulb-shaped glans. He winced as my fingernail scraped the corona abrasively.
His cock, quivering above my lingering hand, reminded me of a fish. It had a big angular head and a long-spined body. The head had obviously been sorely abused on many a previous occasion. I wondered vaguely how many other girls besides Astrid had bedeviled this aggravated prick. The surface of the stripped body had the gleam of mucus and it was scalded bright red. The nettled hyper-esthesia of his prick meat was begging me to give it a frenzied rubbing. I had to control my impulse to wrench it off as violently as possible. I was sure that every touch of my hand was giving him a traumatic experience and soul-shaking thrill. A vigorous throbbing rewarded my slightest touch.
Astrid's voice rasped in her throat. "Use this, Bijou!" She reached her arm past Arthur's shoulder and handed me a jar. "Monkey itch!"
I dipped the ingredient from the jar and smeared it very gently on his penis. The stuff was like itch paste, only much more galling. The tiny needling hairs in it caused him to have an intolerable itching that only increased with friction. The bulb swelled and pulsated, the entire cock jumping into a more violent erection, stained an even darker red from tip to base. Arthur grimaced with ecstatic agony, but he stood his ground as befitting the king of the sorcerers.
Short successive grunts came from Astrid as she frigged the protruding beak of her clitty. "Now! Bijou!" she commanded. "Jerk him off!"
CHAPTER THREE
I obeyed. I gripped Arthur's circular shaft in my right hand, jogging the raw inflamed meat up and down, bumping my fist against his belly on the down stroke and rubbing the excruciatingly itchy rim of his glans on the up jerk. His expression showed that he was feeling the most acute sensations. I jigged the shank, stimulating all the irked nerves and tissues, trying to prolong the pleasure. As I teased and tortured him forcibly, he lurched back, resisting with all his willpower. I tightened my hold, laughing gleefully at his torment, yanking on his tube as if milking a cow's teat. I applied both hands, rolling the scalding hot cylinder between my palms while never ceasing to chafe vigorously. The shocks against his corona were making him stare in ecstatic agony like a blind man. In a crazy desire to see him shoot his load, I had an overwhelming urge to pull his prick off, yank it out by the roots.
My palms were bathed in a clear warm liquid that was oozing from the bubbling meatus. It made my hands slick and slithery and they skidded back and forth as if oiled. The black veins stood out on his shaft until it was all gnarled and twisted, big pulses racing through the distended vessels. I had moved my whole body closer to him, so that at this exciting moment his cock head was brushing lightly against the thick outer lips of my cunt. I arched my thighs the better to fit the tip of his prick into my gaping pussy hole. At this snug fitting, he groaned aloud. My vulva tightened on the bobbing head, only his glans inserted between my cunt lips, and I pressed down on him. The caressing edges of my cunny added friction to the head of his blazing cock. His glans stirred rapidly, brushing up and down between my vulva lips, slicking them with his prostatic fluid.
In a convulsive gesture, he clutched my arms just below my shoulders, striving to pin himself to me. I kept him at arms' length, my fist whipping up and down the entire length of his prick. All the raw flesh was stretched drum-head taut. The crimson tip of his jumping tool glistened menacingly between my thighs. The whole ruddy cock was like a giant firecracker and I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for the immediate fireworks.
The tumultuous storm of his climax racked his balls. They twitched and danced. A mighty discharge shotgunned through the straining barrel of his prick. My close-gripping fingers felt the rush of his ejaculation along his overloaded sperm duct. He heaved and grunted as it came spitting out of his pissing slit. At this climactic moment, I jerked back my ass, tossing my hips aside. Semen spewed out of his hammering cock in great, ecstatic wallops. The slimy, cream-colored pudding kept pumping. I had not dodged fast enough. The first shot hit me. A great gob of his oatmeal-thick muck caught me glancingly on my belly as I tried to turn sideways to him. Other spurts went past.
Steaming sperm dribbled down my heaving belly toward my wide-open juice box. I wiped the trickle away with my fingers. Then the temptation was too great for me to resist and I raised my sperm-sticky fingers to my mouth and touched them to my tongue. It was brackish tasting stuff. I avidly licked off my fingers with long laps of my greedy tongue.
Astrid's fingers frigged the pit of her own belly. She cramped over as her abdomen convulsed with her hand-made climax. Slowly she straightened up, her smooth skin gleaming with a feverish sweat, and held the ceremonial knife aloft.
"Listen all of you children of Aquarius to my words! O Bijou the neophyte! I commend her to the Twelve Circles, from which she will emerge a true member!"
But I was watching Arthur. I hadn't taken my eyes from him. By all natural reactions, his erupted cock should have shrunk and shriveled from his furious spending of sperm. But there was hardly a softening or sag to the frightfully aggravated organ. It remained up, throbbing in slow pulses, glistening with mucus, red as a rooster's comb. The soreness and inflammation left by my vexatious handling and stinging effects of the monkey itch had produced a condition known as priapism. No matter what was done to it, the prick would remain erect for a considerable time. Actually the more it was molested, the stiffer it would get. Which was fortunate, for he had a hardy evening's work ahead for it.
The look of a satyr was in his eyes as they roamed over my body. I was the only one in this incense-and-sweat-reeking basement who had not yet been sexually gratified. The multiple excitements that I had contributed to had swollen the tenderest areas of my flesh. My nipples stood out like a couple of big toes. My hands were slowly smoothing down into the V-juncture of my thighs, fingertips running pleasantly beside the pursed lips of my purple-clitted twat. My vagina was as hot as an oven.
Arthur's penis reared out at me like a hunting lance, seeking its carnal prey. I stood before him, stark naked and lustful, as he probed between my thighs with his cock, running its velvety head into the thumping lips of my overheated snatch. This was the moment. I grasped Arthur around the neck with determination. He was in perfect accord, hooking a forearm under the knee that I lifted alongside his hip. I sprang up onto his body with this assist, clinging to him with both arms and legs. He reached down to bring the steaming rod of his prick into proper position. I tensed myself to receive the thrusting force of his bulging tool. His hips drove forward. The knucklehead popped into my juicy snatch and then, as I gasped in delighted breathlessness, it slid farther inside, bathing itself in my heated oils of passion.
I lowered my head, biting gently into his shoulder, salt-flavored with sweat, and I glimpsed my own dark, lust-swollen nipples sticking out enticingly against his flat chest. I hung from his straining body. Dimly I heard the others chanting invocations behind me. A spell was on all of us. I secured purchase with my enwrapping thighs and began working my tightened cunt around while driving myself up and down on the prod of pleasure that he held up for my delight. I never missed a beat as I ground my hips in perfect time to Arthur's fervent thrusts.
After the big spill only a short while ago, I thought that he would take forever coming. I was letting myself go in a hurry. I needed relief badly and I was indulging in my senses now for all it was worth. I gave a little squeal as I felt my womb tickle and then start its magical convulsions, signaling the culmination of my frantic search for orgasmic release. He flexed his knees slightly and drove his plunger into me with renewed vigor, trying to match my climax with one of his own, so that I could feel the supreme delirium of simultaneous orgasms.
Success greeted his renewed effort. I yelped like a scalded pup as I felt his deeply embedded prick begin to spurt and shoot its message of lusty approval into the innermost recesses of my hungry womb. His dangling balls twitched convulsively against my ass, working with frantic speed as they discharged their boiling fluids into my tight clasp.
Superheated and excited almost beyond endurance, I let my flesh respond to his artful penetration. I shuddered mightily and let my climax proceed unabated. Still ejaculating, he humped away happily. It did not stop until I was so weakened by my excesses that I relinquished the grip of my arms and legs and fell from his jerking body, dropping backward in a curled up position on the floor. As I lay groaning and panting, my eyes half closed, his over-stimulated cock let loose a few more spurts of egg-white that splotched aimlessly on my supine body.
With considerable amazement, I watched Arthur move stealthily out of the circle. On this cue, all five females had -lined up, jostling each other a bit to be first in line. Arthur approached the first one, his cock still undaunted. I stared in disbelief. He was going to take on all five of them.
The five males were not idle either. They were lining up on the other side of the makeshift altar. From their horny attitudes, I knew they were preparing to give Astrid a shot of fertilization. I got up on my knees, watching all of the activity, aware that the dregs of Arthur's hot spunk were dribbling out of my firebox and leaking down my thighs. Astrid had quickly arranged herself on her back on the floor, spreading her legs, urging the first stud to come on and make her fruitful. He was more than willing and able. His prick, swollen nearly to the bursting point, angled up from between his thighs. I gulped as I saw the way that thick missile spread the lips of Astrid's pussy, dilating the rim of her cunt, and then plowing its sensual way into the depths of her body in one ceaseless shove.
On her back, Astrid groaned and thrashed. She had stimulated herself until she was so far gone she would have welcomed rape. Her lust-incited sex made her cunt swallow the swollen member and she grimaced in fierce joy as the purple knob of his prick sunk from sight.
"Oooooh, fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped as the broad tip of his prong flattened out the lips of her sexpot and then pried the hole apart. "Get it in! Get it all in! I'll come all over it!"
He plunged down with heated urgency. "Then come, you beautiful bitch!" he gritted.
The lewd sight and sounds stirred me deep within the wells of my sensual being, bringing my own passions to a flame and stimulating me almost as much as if I were getting all that prick myself. Arthur's encounter with me, I knew now, was like an appetizer before a large meal. It had only increased my sexual hunger. I wondered how long I would have to watch-when I craved so much to join in the action.
The male was lowering himself further into Astrid, stroking the iron-hard length of his cock juicily into her belly. She cried out in ecstasy as her cunt stretched and enclosed the sturdy shaft that was forcing her slot wide open. Her sensations, I knew, were acute and ultra-satisfying. One more thrust of his bare buttocks settled the entire shank of his jock fully inside her. True to her promise, she was caught in a climactic seizure almost immediately, flinging herself about on the floor under him as intense and delightful sensations caught her up in a tornado of desire and she screwed her hips up to his in a peak of final exhilaration that made her cry out in rapture. This was one of the men that I had blown out by hand. It took him a few more moments to catch up to his sultry goddess. But she was still in the bucking throes of her overwhelming emotion when I saw his loins quake and jolt and then he sprawled desperately on top of her as he exploded all the steaming contents left in his balls. Astrid moaned again as his flame assaulted her insides.
I turned my head to look at Arthur and his first female. He had got his raw prick inside the warm, moist socket. Her flesh was all tight around it. Her hole looked smaller than mine and the boring in must have given both of them exquisite sensations. She had grasped his moving hips with her thighs as his cock slid up and down its full length into her cunt, holding him in a soft, wet, stirring grip.
The sighs, moans, and grunts of the two copulating couples mingled with the chanting of the other overly impatient members affected us all. The first male was no sooner off Astrid than an other one took his place. The same was true of Arthur. He no sooner removed his well-oiled piston from a female than he was socking it into another. There was furious screwing, always either in the midst of orgasm or perched right on the edge of that sublime abyss and trying to topple headlong into it. The moment one was over, another one began. Satisfied bodies parted, heaved, and began to recover from the forceful efforts they had expended.
It was lovely. There was no question about it. I wanted mine! As Astrid took a brief breather, between humps, I whispered hoarsely to her: "What about me?"
She panted: "You'll get yours-plenty-tomorrow night-Halloween--"
Just seeing her being straddled by a rampant male was driving me wild. "I can't wait till tomorrow night! Why can't I have it now?"
"Tonight only the master of the commune must pierce you."
I shot a backward glance at Arthur. He was too busy screwing his third girl to spare any more time with me.
Astrid caught my glance. "He has already done that with you."
My famished eyes sought the rigid, glistening pricks waiting to ram into her. "These others-?"
She winced as her copulating partner reamed her entrails. "Your horniness is commendable, Bijou. I understand how you feel. You may have the ones I discard."
A male who had finished his stint with her was relaxing close by. His penis hung quiets-long, thick, flabby.
"But not for fucking," added Astrid. And her word was law. A moment later she was racked in a paroxysm of her own and completely out of this world.
Unable to wait a second longer, I seized the male's dead cock. I squeezed it in my hand. It was like a fat rubber hose. But it remained useless. I fell on my back, throwing my legs apart, my sweltering pussy arching up at him and mutely begging. "Go down on it!" I pleaded.
Beat as he was, the invitation was too good to pass up. At least he knew he could give me my pleasures. He knelt between my spread knees, bending forward for his meal. His tongue flapped out as he manfully licked away at my cunt, even daubing down toward my rolling ass. His slick lapping lavished on my vulva the most avid caresses of his lips and tongue. The fragrance of my overheated quim rose up between us. The whole atmosphere was filled with the rich, musky smell of mature cunt. My mate devoted himself to his own lascivious, repast, ravenously and repeatedly licking up and down, then forcing his long laving tongue in and out of my labia. My clitoris protruded like a thumb. He sucked on it as if it were a little prick. As he mouthed me, I groaned, beginning to writhe gently, anticipating my gloriously insane finish. My uterus flopped over as his oralling gave my insides the most exquisite delights.
I arched my monkey right into his face as his tongue thrust in violently. He probed the mouth of my vagina, stretching the sheath, lapping me out continuously and vigorously, plying around and around, performing rotative motions, poking in and out, until the excitement of his tongue-scooping brought me up and over the brim, and I ripened into a climax that made me fling my legs high, imprisoning his head between my clamping thighs, and spilling all my sexual oils onto the darting tongue deep in my cunt. My legs remained locked on his head while I sobbed and pitched in the intensity of my gratification, then I fell back limp. He lifted his head out of my yielding leg scissors and leaned back, licking his lips with great relish.
The male who had just shot his bolt into Astrid now eyed me. Though his depleted prick swung limply from his crotch, his physical body weakened, his spirit nevertheless was still strong. He bent to me, his swiping tongue panting the inner lips of my slit pear, while I lay back, eyes closed, in a delirium of cunnilingus. Each succeeding man, pricking me with his tongue, quickened me to an orgasm, each orgasm more devastating than the one before.
Then I felt a softer lapping, a delicate insinuation that licked away at sensitive tissues never before touched, and I sighed with new delights. I opened my eyes and raised my head to look at this wonderful creature who was transporting me with such divine strokes. It was one of the blackmailed pussycats, a female, a brunette, who had crawled between my legs to take her turn. Only another woman could know what I wanted most. I responded by throwing my furry groin into her sweating face and coming with the sweetest climax yet. Two more girls had their sport with me before this ecstasy ended.
After fucking the five girls, Arthur's skinned cock was a total wreck. It was lifeless meat. We all lay around pooped and it was time for wine and opium-seed cakes.
I stared into Astrid's exhausted face, wondering what was expected of me. "What," I asked, "are the Twelve Circles?"
She barely opened her black-lidded eyes. "The Twelve sacrifices you must make as you approach our mystique. The goal of every neophyte is to become Queen of the Family. It's like an ordinary female wanting to be crowned Miss America. Only the Zodiac offers you much, much more. I do think you have a good chance of making it, Bijou."
"What do I have to do?" I asked. The unknown ordeals that lay ahead filled me with curiosity and anticipation.
"One. There's Halloween. As night falls tomorrow eve, you'll join the ragamuffins and hobgoblins for tricks and treats."
I was a shade disappointed. 'That's kid stuff."
"Not the way we play it." She looked at me. "You will learn of the other Circles as they approach. You will have no advance warning. And you must obey me and Arthur completely. Are you willing?"
I don't know if it was the swirling incense (with a liberal amount of marijuana in it) or the candlelight, or the orgy I had just witnessed ... and joined in. Whatever it was, I knew I was willing. Willing for anything.
I nodded my head. Astrid looked sternly at me. "Answer loudly, so that we can all hear you."
"Yes." My voice seemed strange, even to me.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I am willing."
A look of triumph came into Astrid's cold eyes. She put her arms around my shoulder, and led me away from the circle.
"Bijou, you have much to learn. But when you have completed the Twelve Circles of the Zodiac, you will find yourself free. Free and a member of the Children of Aquarius."
For some reason I shivered.
"Tomorrow night, you will learn a new game. You must rest now, and prepare yourself for the first of the Twelve Circles."
I nodded, and suddenly I did feel drowsy. There was no excitement left in my body. The last thing I remembered was the heady feeling as I inhaled the smoke from the incense burners, and then I leaned against Astrid's shoulder. Then I was falling ... falling....
* * *
I don't know what time it was when I woke up. It must have been daylight, but the room I was in was heavily draped, and only the faintest amount of light crept through the draperies. I turned to find myself in a small room, on a double bed. Beside me was Allen, Astrid and Arthur's son. As I looked into the dimness and searched his face, trying to remember who he was, and who I was, I saw his eyes open.
"You awake, Bijou?" he asked me quietly.
"Yes," I murmured. "Oh yes."
"Thirsty?"
Suddenly I did feel a tremendous thirst in my bowels. I nodded my head weakly, and in a flash, Allen was out of the bed and back with a glass of water. He handed it to me silently and I drank it as quickly as possible. I felt a giddiness in my head, then, and knew it was the after effects of the speed. I wondered just how much LSD I had taken the night before. I had known that if you took enough then any liquid would send you back onto a trip. And I knew I was beginning to climb the scales again. The room began taking on the familiar eerie shapes. My cunt, which had been burning only a few minutes before, began swelling, began opening, like some marvelous, hungry flower. I could think of nothing but the orgy I had participated in, and I desperately wanted to indulge in more sex now. The need began to be urgent the longer I lay in the bed. Without thinking, I turned to Allen. He was only about fourteen, but I knew from having seen him before that he was well developed. I reached over and put my hand between his legs. He was completely naked! The fact startled me at first, but then I accepted the fact, and I let my fingers begin their stimulation of his young organ. To my surprise I felt it grow quickly, and in my burning lustfullness, it seemed big enough to fill the empty void of my cunt.
Allen moaned as I touched his swelling organ, and began to swivel his hips. I pulled his body over mine, so that I could reach my hands around and stimulate his ass. The hairless cheeks were already firm with the firmness of a young athlete, and his massive organ was rubbing along the lips of my cunt. I knew that Allen had enjoyed sexual intercourse before-no boy can do what he did and be a virgin!-because he slowly gyrated his hips, so that his throbbing meat rubbed and caressed my vagina. Then he put his hands on my breasts and began to squeeze, matching the rhythm of his hips. I twisted under him slightly, just enough to prolong the erotic stimulation and not enough to get away from him. He slid down beside me in the bed, and began to stimulate my clit with his fingers, running them in and out of my slit, and pinching my clit until I thought I would reach an orgasm just from this.
Then he turned around, so that his hard ass was in front of my face, and I began to tongue him, to lick it, and to run my tongue along the crack to his balls. There was a fair amount of hair there, even if he was only fourteen, and I enjoyed the taste of his ass.
by this time I was high, so high that I knew he could do anything he wanted to my body, and I wouldn't be able to resist. I guess he knew it too, because he suddenly pulled away from me and watched my body writhing on the bed. I pleaded with him to fuck me, but he wouldn't. He just sat and watched, never saying a word. I put my fingers between my legs to masturbate, but he pulled them away. I was going mad with the desire to be fucked, with a finger or a cock, or anything available.
I don't know when the door opened, but I suddenly knew that Allen and I weren't alone. Someone else was in the room. I opened my eyes, and saw Astrid standing beside the bed. She was looking at her son's erection, and then staring at my body as I twisted and moaned on the bed.
"Bijou," she said quietly. "Dear Bijou. We'll let Allen have a little fun with you, and then I will teach you a few things myself. I will teach you."
"Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck me!" Astrid shook her head. Then, taking my hand, she half lifted me from the bed. I tried to rise and couldn't, my head was swimming so much. The whole room seemed to spin. But somehow I did manage to rise and to follow Astrid and Allen. They led me into the bathroom, and there Allen gave me another drink of water. Then Astrid pushed me down to the tile floor, and told me that I would have to drink anything they gave me, and that then they would satisfy my sex urge. I nodded my head, and then I felt a warm liquid begin to cascade over my body. I opened my mouth to receive it, and, looking up, I saw Allen with his cock out, pissing on me! At first I started to move away, and then, somehow, with the first taste of his young, golden piss, I stopped. I drank it in. For some reason it tasted sweet, and the warmth felt good on my suddenly cold body. I drank as much as he had to give, and when he was through he watched me, his eyes growing cold. Then he turned his back, and bent over my face. I knew what he was going to do, and I wanted him to quit, but, since his pee had tasted so good, I also wanted to taste his shit. I saw the first turd emerge from his tight brown hole, and I started to open my mouth to receive it, but Astrid put a hand under my jaw, and suddenly I found I couldn't open my mouth. Instead, Allen's shit went all over my face. The smell of it was fantastic. It was indescribably erotic and stimulating. Astrid began to rub it over my body, and when I was covered in it, she stood up. Allen, oppositely, lowered his ass to my face.
"Wipe his ass, Bijou," Astrid commanded. She didn't have to say it twice. I wanted to lick that shit, to smell it, to have it rubbed over my face and into my mouth. I opened my lips and greedily let my tongue flick out over his crack. He spread it so that my tongue could find its way into his bung hole easily, and I licked and tasted his sweet shit on my tongue. I withdrew the organ into my mouth and swallowed what was on it. The taste then was flat. I wanted more, to try it again, and I kept licking until finally Astrid said "Enough" and Allen left us.
She watched me as I lay on the floor, and then she took me into the shower stall. She turned on the warm water, and it was just like Allen was pissing again. The shit came off my body, as Astrid washed me down. When I was clean again, she held my head over the sink and made me gargle to remove the taste of shit from my mouth. Then she led me into another room, a room which I guessed was hers.
She sat me on the bed, and asked me if I was alright. I nodded my head. She broke open a popper, a capsule used by heart patients, and held it under my nose. I was already on a trip, but this intensified everything. I felt my body grow warm, felt my heart begin to pound. I was dizzy, and everything seemed so clear, and yet I had no control. I just floated. My body felt nothing.
Nothing. Until Astrid began to massage me. I laid back on the bed, and felt her gentle hands digging into my flesh. I saw her face, floating angelically above me, and saw her smile. I returned her smile, and then I, too, was drifting.
My cunt still ached with the need to be fucked, and Astrid's hands began to drive downward towards it, her fingers pinching my flesh. I humped my ass, trying to quicken her entrance into my vagina, because I knew that's what she was going to do, but she held back.
She held back until I thought I was screaming at her to fuck me, to shove something up my cunt, to stick me, to finish me off, to help me come.
And still she smiled. Still she approached ... but never entered. I was going mad. I reached out to take her hand and instead brushed against her breasts. Those fullsome, heaving breasts of hers! She moaned slightly, and then she let one breast hang over my lips. "Suck it, Bijou, suck it, my darling bitch!"
I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked it as though it was some man's dick. I nibbled on the end of it, bit it slightly, then sucked. Sucked like a baby, like a hungry man, like a cock-sucker. Astrid fed me one breast after the other, alternating. I was drawing milk or something equally warm and wet, and I had to swallow it in gulps. There couldn't have been much of it, a few drops, but each drop seemed to fill my mouth to overflowing. I found myself crying with the frustration of milking those hot tits and wanting to be fucked.
Then I felt it. Something hard and erect in my cunt! I thought at first it must be Arthur, it was so huge, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that Astrid was straddling me, and that she was wearing an immense dildo! At first, in my drug-haze, I thought she must have grown a prick, but then I knew it for what it was. Still, it was the most monstrous thing I had ever had in my cunt, and I remembered the girl who had wanted me to fuck her with the stick at the party the night before, and suddenly I could understand her. Suddenly I knew that a mortal prick would never be enough. It would have to belong to a giant to give me the full and good feeling that Astrid's dildo was giving me.
I humped my ass towards her, trying to swallow that tool with my furry trap, but Astrid pulled it out, as though she were as expert as any man. And I guess she was.
She certainly knew how to bring me to the edge of a come without sending me over the edge!
I hugged her soft butt to me, and let her fuck, let her roam my body, let her have her way. And then I knew that she herself was coming. I felt her body heave, felt her ass thrust forward and then, like some miracle, I felt come gushing in great, naming jolts into my pussy! That was something I hadn't expected from a dildo, but I later found that it was common. When it gushed its liquid fire into my belly, I screamed and let loose my own come. I had been so aroused that the final, burning jolts were all I had needed.
* * *
I awoke again, and again I was in bed, and this time alone. I closed my eyes.
* * *
The light in my face was strong. I opened my eyes and saw Arthur standing there. The daylight surrounding him was so strong that it hurt. I closed my eyes, and felt his cool hand come to rest on my burning forehead. "Ready for tonight?" he asked. I shook my head no.
"You'll be alright. Just rest. I have given you some medicine to lift you out of this drug hang over. Another hour or two, and you'll be ready for the next step in your initiation."
An hour or two. The light was too strong. I wanted to sleep, to die. To sleep....
* * *
It was evening, and I was over whatever it was that had been burning me. My eyes ached, but only slightly. I was sitting in the living room, and I could see the two boys, ready to go trick or treating.
CHAPTER FOUR
This autumnal eve of Halloween ushered in the dark of the year, a sinister significance with ghosts, goblins, brownies, elves, and imps of all kinds roaming around and committing spritely mischief. Children gather in groups to dunk for apples-an ancient form of divination-and to deck themselves in masks and outlandish costumes and scurry through the dark carrying lighted jack o' lanterns. Traditionally the lantern is a hollowed out pumpkin carved in the fearsome appearance of a demoniac face and with a flaming candle stuck inside. But for me there was no innocence in the game I was to participate in. It started with a liberal dose of speed.
Arthur gave it to me, and though I had just come down from my trip, he told me that unless I took the speed, I would find myself with a headache later in the evening. This I knew from my Haight-Ashbury experiences. He also explained that if he hadn't let me come down from the last trip, then this dose might have been too much for me. As it was, in my weakened condition, it seemed almost too much. I was flying high, floating free, and then, suddenly, I leveled off, and though everything seemed dreamy, I wasn't hallucinating. Not this time.
"... that's why you are dressed the way you are," I heard Astrid saying.
"What?" I asked. I hadn't heard the first of the story.
"I was telling you, that for tonight's game, you will have to be ready to be laid at any time, and that's why you are dressed the way you are."
"I see," I said, but I didn't, not quite.
"You are to go out with Allen and Jud, and after they make certain of the man's availability, you will lay him. The idea is to free you from any left over hang-ups about fucking with strangers.
You'll be surprised at how many of our dear little suburbanites are just aching to have a good looking cunt approach them. And tonight, you will have all sorts of opportunity. But remember," Astrid continued, "if you are stopped by the police, you are just taking the boys around for Halloween. It's a perfect excuse. That's why we decided to let you get started tonight."
I must have agreed to the plan, but it wasn't until later that I realized what I had agreed to. Still, I knew that I felt a lot of guilt about fucking with just anyone, and I knew that this was as good a way as any to get over that left over hang-up.
At dusk, I entered a neighborhood of private houses. The boys were disguised in papier-mache masks and clad in baggy clothes swiped from their parents' closets. Allen was in his father's cutaway coat, top hat, and tennis shorts. Jud had on his mother's housedress and sandals. They looked like nothing more than comical kids. Both, however, were children of The Family.
I saw that I was dressed as a witch. A witch is supposed to be an old crone all in black and wearing a conical hat. I was in black and had on a conical hat. Only my appearance was insidiously calculated to generate instant lechery in any male I chanced to meet. The males I sought tonight were going to be solicited from door to door. But I still felt silly-and my brain, sharpened by the drug I had taken, felt giddy.
The neckline of my costume was slashed down to my wishbone. I glanced down my neck at the snowy hills, ruby peaked, that pushed out staunchly without the aid of a bra. I smiled. Those magnificently formed milk glands alone would turn any man on. The black soaked-looking sheathing nipped in narrow at my wasp waist, then strained out to seam-splitting over the spread of my ass and hips. The leg-hobbling skirt reached to my heels, and I would not have been able to walk in it if it were not slashed all the way up the front, baring my glistening naked thighs to within one inch of my pussy.
Our procedure was well planned, and the boys reviewed it for me. At each house we visited, I was to hold back, obscure in the night, while the two boys swung their funny-face lanterns up to the front door and rang the bell. Whoever would answer the door would be greeted with: "Anything for Halloween? Trick or treat!"
Most of the householders good-naturedly played the kids' game. "What's the trick?"
"Answer this. What's the best way to ward off the evil eye?"
Smiling, the householder would suggest a random remedy-candy, cookies, ice cream, or even money. If a woman or a child answered the door, Allen and Jud would accept the treat and we three would hie ourselves to the next house.
If a man answered the door, one of my boys was to tell him: "No, mister, you can't buy off the evil eye. You've got a double whammy on you. Only a beautiful witch can remove your hex."
"Yeah, kid? I'd like it removed, all right. Only where do I find a beautiful witch? Especially at this time of night?"
"Here she is, mister." That was my cue to move forward out of the shrubbery shadows. It worked well-too well. Every guy in the neighborhood must have been hard up for a piece of tail. And the sight I presented to them had a lot to do with stirring them up. It was like an erotic dream come true.
The first male I contacted stood rigidly in his doorway, stripping me with his eyes, trying to figure out what my angle was. "Hi, babe!"
"Hi!" I whispered, wrapping my arms about him, slithering all over him, nudging him with my beautifully conical mammaries. "You'll pay the forfeit?"
"You bet." One of his encircling hands began to explore my prize possessions.
"Well, then, what're we waiting for?" I slipped my hand down his pants front, unzipping his fly. I felt his meat coming up hot.
He caught his breath. "Not in the doorway! My wife's inside!"
"Where then? Where?"
"In the garage!"
While the two kids remained outside as lookouts, who would warn us if anyone approached, the man and I went into the dimly lighted garage. He faced me, his expression reflecting lust. "Who are you, babe?"
"I'm just a gal interested in sex-and a big man like you." I turned men into swine.
"If this's the way you get kicks, it's okay with me. I know one thing, babe-you're sure going to get it!"
His lust exploded into action. He grabbed a big wicked prick out of his pants opening and jabbed the thick nozzle of it into my soft midriff.
"Down, boy!" I breathed. I pushed down on the dorsal of his stiff cock, as if bracing myself against a steel spring, sliding it off my belly and into the rucked up slit of my skirt front. The hot muzzle groped for my steaming pussy hole.
He reacted rapidly. He bumped my rear against the garage wall as he shoved forward. His long cock was rapidly vanishing between my squirming ass pinned to the brick wall.
We both churned and breathed heavily. The dim light silvered the shining black fabric over my milkers, highlighting them. He broke the rhythm rather rudely, giving me a shrug that jogged my tits deliciously. He had nearly erupted and I gritted my teeth expectantly.
He considerably slowed and carefully jerked away. He had me going-and coming. My womb exploded and I welled a tiny trickle of warm love juice on his sliding cock.
"Ohhhh! God!" he groaned.
I snuggled submissively and cuddled up to him, encouraging each lunge.
His voice gasped. "Any time you're ready, babe!"
"How about-" I panted "-right now!"
All he needed was the word. He was coming in clobbers of hot spitting slime. Crammed against the wall, I tried to whip my ass back, desperately trying in the last second to avoid getting a bellyful of his filthy old sludge. The bastard had me pinned too tightly and I could only get about halfway off his prick before it squirted like crazy, his hard on streaming its spawn into my womb.
We pulsated together in a locked embrace until he was all puked out, then he gradually slumped back.
"Did you get it all, babe?" he asked hoarsely.
"You made damn sure I got it all," I breathed.
I left him in the garage and went outside, my sweat cooling in the night air. Allen and Jud were impatient to get on to the next house.
The boys witnessed everything. My performance would be judged on what they reported to Astrid. And I showed them I was no slacker when it came to all-out sex. We hurried on from house to house, tricking and treating every adult male who answered the doorbell ring. In a few minutes I stalked another man in his foyer. In the cubicle I maneuvered so as to give him breathtaking scenic views of the Grand Tetons that mountain-peaked behind the plunging black glazed horizon of my neckline. One glance in my grand canyon and he melted considerably. I made a moue of my puckered glistening red lips close to his face. "Pay me!" I whispered.
His hands fondled my ass through the skin tight garment. My own hands were down between our groins in front, fingers fetching out his handsome tool. His eyes dazzled into mine.
"All right!" he said. "Blow it!"
In the confining space of the doorway, I sank provocatively to my knees until I was staring right at his open fly. His huge glistening cock was standing straight out toward my face. I was more than anxious and ready to give him pleasure. His loins arched, bringing closer to my pouting lips that immensely bloated stack of reaming flesh.
The horny urge to please him with my mouth thrilled me. I knew men loved this from a woman. I could expect a lot more of this before the night was over. I stuck my chin out toward the jiggling meat. I clasped my hand around its hardness. There was magic in the way that mortal thing stood up so powerfully. I could understand why whole races of people worshipped the erect phallus and made a religion of it. It was truly an object to be dedicated and devoured.
I licked the overly large hole in the tip of his prick with the edge of my tongue. The initial shock of my linqual touch made him gasp and grunt in the first wave of sensuality that would increase until orgasm was reached. I opened my mouth wide and enclosed my famished lips over the head and corona of his tool. I eased a hand into his fly and found his drooping balls. I played with them as I savored the flavor of his sexual member, my cheeks hollowing and lips sucking vigorously to bring out the slimy warm fluid of his emission.
It did not take long for his climax to be forcibly drawn from him. No power on earth could have prevented his spunk from rising under such wonderful stimulation as my soft, hot-lipped, experienced mouth siphoned away at his trembling spout.
He kept both hands on the back of my head, as if afraid I'd take my mouth away from him at the vital moment. No fear of that! I was dedicated to my lovely task. His hands beat against my head as he groaned, his sounds filling the small foyer, then his white-hot sperm began its blast off. His fists gripped my hair, pulling strands of my yellow locks out by the roots in his frenzy, the pain in my scalp adding fury to my mouth as I drained him. His thick wads of male-mucus spat from him down my gulping throat.
Without taking a break, we stormed the next house. We had started at seven-thirty in the evening. It was the bewitching hour of midnight when we finally called a halt. Four and a half hours. I averaged one trick every fifteen minutes. That gave me a total of 18 treats. I found only one man who was unwilling. And he turned out to be a queer. The rest of the time I got it in doorways, on porches, in hammocks, under the hedge on the front lawn, in parked cars, in basements, one in a doghouse lying next to a big flea-bitten mutt, one (by a bachelor) on a vast divan covered with zebra skin. Of the eighteen, seven preferred me to suck. The other eleven fucked me right in my manhole, vomiting their balls into my belly, until I really had a bucketful.
Groggily, I approached the final house on the block. I had one hand pressing comfortingly on my abdomen. One of those pricks had pissed into me as well. I was hoping this last one would treat me tenderly.
He eyed me in the open doorway. "Come on in. My wife's away. And I'm trigger happy."
I followed him into the lighted living room. I could see the boys' faces pressed flat against the windowpane outside.
I looked past him. "Is that the bedroom?"
"Yes."
"I'd love a bed."
"What's the hurry?"
"No time to lose," I answered.
"Have this first." He went to a small bar, set up two glasses, and poured a liter of scotch into each.
I needed the bracer. I downed the scotch and advanced toward him. We clinched in the middle of the room. We stood there, rubbing heatedly together, our genes jumbling, our love juices curdling up, thickening, and I began to shiver with anticipation as his fingers roamed up from my small waist and took possession of large handfuls of tits.
He bent his head, kissing each breast. I was swelling up until I thought I'd bust a gut. I dragged him into the bedroom, snatching up the rest of the scotch on the way. He switched on the light. The bedroom was a really lush love-nest. I drained what was left of the scotch and faced him.
"Take that dress off," he urged.
My gown was a mess. I had been laid so often in such contorted positions that some of the seams had split. My pale sweating flesh was peeping through the gaps. The front of the frock was all splattered with semi-dried white liquid. Some of those guys had not been sure shots. They had pelted me with their spurting puddie from my nose to my knees.
So I stripped it off, baring my torso faster than I ever had. The sight of my naked body had him frothing like an epileptic. He was wearing only a robe. He tore it off and snatched up his cannon. He gave it two whacks and it stood up at the ceiling. My bosoms shook with expectation. He boggled at my gorgeous shape. From now on, the mere sight of an oversized bra in a lingerie show window would be enough to give him the tremors.
I reached and caressed his prong tenderly. Using his prick as a handle, I hauled him into the bed. We lay together. Shivers ran through me as he began to frig me. I was still groping at his genitals, my fondling fingers encountering his very large and heavy scrotum. It was a pouch of wrinkled flesh that seemed about twice the size of an ordinary man's ball bag. My other hand held and stroked his stiff throbbing monster. It was alive and anxious to get between my thighs. The cock was so hard and swollen I wondered when it was last inside his wife.
"How long's she been gone?" I breathed.
"A week," he grunted.
I shifted the position of my hands so that I gripped his hips. The size and strength of them thrilled me. I then moved my hands up from his hips to his hairy chest and again sideways to feel under his armpits. The growth of hair there was thick, dampened by his sweat from his aroused excitement. Each touch I made of his body made me more impatient, agitated, anxious to get it over with.
I swiveled his bulk over on top of me while I wriggled my body more beneath him. Neither of us found it necessary to speak a word. His heavy breathing was silenced for a moment as he pressed his hot mouth to mine. His saliva ran between my lips and it charged me up.
When the kiss broke as we lay panting more heavily in each other's arms, I managed to murmur: "You really do need a woman. It feels so hard and-ooooooooh!" My sentence broke off abruptly as that hunk of solid flesh went digging between my thighs, my wet slot being stroked by his thick throbber as the whole bedstead creaked and shook under the fierce thrustings that took place as he rode me.
His hands gripped my bare shoulders as he pushed me hard to the bed. He rooted into me with strong, merciless strokes, his size and strength making me delirious with desire.
I moaned and twisted under him. "It's so big ... it hurts ... it's hurting me ... Ooooooh, I love it! ... Don't stop!"
We were gripping each other's buttocks as they gyrated at our loins, our mutual genitals singled and joined as one. We were in no mood for further talk. The room resounded with cries, sobs, yelps, and groans.
Vaguely I dreaded taking more into my over-creamed belly. Half consciously I considered wrenching myself free of this pile-driving brute just before he spent himself. My mind tumbled along with my body, putting it off until it was too late.
Driven mad with lust at the sensation of his prick going into me, he let his whole weight fall at each plunge, ramming home every inch at the end of each stroke. I struggled under him, trying to get my breath. His cock pushed and pulled with quickening thrusts. I felt the rapid build-up of his orgasm. My own spending of oils was slicking the length of his shaft. It ended in moments. I felt it spurt deep time after time, my body twitching with each successive ejaculation. Then I lay quietly under him as he fought off his leaden exhaustion.
This last fucking just about took all the wind out of my sails. The fellow helped me back into my dress. Loaded on drugs and scotch and semen, I staggered out of the house. Outside, I fell into the longing hands of Allen and Jud. Up till now, I had been so busily engaged with the grownup men that I had never given a thought to what was happening to the boys' libido. They had watched everything I had done in the past four and a half hours and they were now so hot themselves that they were fit to be tied.
I promptly found out a few facts about juveniles. Boys of 12 and 13 have some of the strongest sex urges imaginable. At this age, their peters are well developed and they are made so restless from the sting of new-formed sperm being pumped into their testicles that their sprouts are sticking out hard most of the time. Their desire for relief is intense. So it was with Allen and Jud.
"We've been good boys-up to now," said Allen hastily. "We never jacked off once all night."
"Now it's our turn," said Jud.
They were leading me hurriedly into the bushes. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back on the turf, and Allen was claiming his right to be first since he was older than Jud.
"Well, hurry up," urged Jud, dancing and fidgeting in his anxiety. "I can't wait too long."
Allen had dropped the tennis shorts he wore, and was clumsily lowering himself over me. He was slobbering at the mouth in his impulse to bury it all in my meat grinder. There was nothing I could do but help him get going and knock it off. His prod rubbed against the exquisitely tender protrusion of my clitoris and I winced with fiercely enjoyed anguish. There was a convulsive catching of breath in his young throat as he flung himself into me wildly, trying to bring off his discharge in rapid jolts, with none of the extravagances of the first round, he came with a gush of spunk that left me dazed.
He dragged himself out of my vagina. I remained on my back, legs spread-eagled, my lower belly bared in the slit dress, too dizzy to move. Jud had yanked off the loose housedress he was wearing and his adolescent male body was revealed nakedly in the moonlight. His peter stuck straight out. He lay on me, aiming it with one hand, but he was fumbling so much around my slash that I had to take hold of it myself and guide it, feeding it in. Once it was settled in my twat, he imitated Allen's hunching movements. His nubbin was bumping around inside me. I tightened my cunny ring on it and took hold of it. His boyish sighs were muffled with his panting mouth smothered in my long blonde hair.
"Bang her!" came Allen's prompting. "Bang her! Fuck her good!"
Thirty seconds later he did bang me good. His pubescent prick came in quick hot spurts, filling me to overflowing, leaving me a bone-weary wreck on the lawn grass.
* * *
I awoke back at Astrid and Arthur's. I had apparently been given another drug to lift me from the effects of the speed, because I felt absolutely nothing.
I went into the bathroom and got a drink of water, which tasted fiat. This time there was no dizziness, no tripping out. It was just water.
There was no one at home, but I found a note for me on the kitchen table from Astrid saying that Arthur was at work, and that the boys were at school. She herself was out shopping. I had the whole day to myself, if I wanted it. And somehow I did want it. I ate a quick breakfast of cereal, and then I stepped out of the house.
For the first time I few the neighborhood as it must look to everyone else. It was a quiet street-not yet tree-lined, but the little sprouts were out, those little nubbins of trees that would later shade the street. The lawns were neat and well groomed. It all looked very sleepy.
I walked the few blocks where I caught one of the commuter trains into downtown New York, and by the time I got to Penn Station the lovely vision of home life was gone. There was only the raucus, oily look of the city, with all its heavy traffic and unlovely people. Nobody smiled. Nobody gave an inch to anybody else. I shivered, wondering how so many people could live their entire lives like this! Every human has such a great capacity for love, and here were millions of human beings, none of them loving each other, or even, from the looks on their faces, loving themselves. I couldn't understand it.
I went into a book store, but it was too square for me, so I left and caught a subway-I didn't even look to see where it was going. I just got on. Underground like this everyone had a ghostly, dead look. They sat and stared. One couple, a young woman with her daughter, was chatting away happily, but when I sat down near them, they just stared. I guess I did look a little odd: my torn levis, my beads and tight blouse, and the plaid serape I had thrown over my outfit. My hair hung down straight, which is the way I liked it, free and natural, and I had no makeup on. I had given up that crap when I left home. But I was sorry that these people wouldn't talk anymore. It must have taken a great deal to destroy the beauty in them: a lot of living with the cruelty and coldness of this monstrous city. I didn't want to stay with them any more. When the subway train came to a stop, I got off. I stood on the corner above ground and looked around me. I was in a tenement section, dirty and trash littered. And yet it looked beautiful to me! Here people were talking to each other, smiling and laughing. I could see that even though they were poor, they made up for it by being rich in friendship and love.
I was glad I had gotten out here. To my right I saw a small delicatessen, and I decided to go in and get something to eat. I wasn't hungry, but I wanted to share some of this world with these people. I got my tray and sat down at a small table near the window. The food I had chosen sat untouched. I didn't want to eat. I just wanted to be here.
I saw this groovy guy looking at me from another table. He was about six feet tall, and had black piercing eyes. His body was the body of an athlete, and his face was strong. He had a very masculine beard, and longish hair. He was a negro.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back. This didn't go on very long, because he soon came over to my table.
"Lookin' for company?" he asked. I knew what he meant. He wanted to ball me. And after seeing the City, and the coldness and hate and unhappiness, his offer came as a light in the dark, like a fire in winter. I silently nodded my head, and he took my hand.
I got up and followed him out of the deli. He had the lean walk of an animal, of a cat of prey. I loved watching his slim hips move, loved the way his body triangled out from the waist to his broad, manly shoulders. We held hands all the way to his pad. But once inside the door it was something else.
There was a black girl tripping out on his floor, and a lot of papers lying around, with painting and drawing on them. I didn't ask, but I guessed he was an artist of some sort.
Without a word, he turned to face me. I looked into those jet black eyes, that marvelous animaline face, and shook inside. Without taking any notice of the girl on the floor, he laid me down, and I watched as he unleashed his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He had a marvelous cock, and since he wore no underwear, it sprang out as soon as his pants were fallen from his lithe hips. The head of it was red, and almost glowing from the heat. He had a hard on, and the skin was pulled back along that lovely length of meat: it was the largest dick I had ever seen, and I watched in awed fascination as he lowered himself to me. He was on his knees, now, and I was on my back. He squatted over me, with his peter hanging on the edge of my lips. Without saying anything, I began to lick the tip of it, letting my tongue slide around that throbbing head.
As I did this, he moved forward, so that I could now reach some of the shaft, though by no means all of it. His ass was resting on my heavy breasts, and I could feel the hair of his nuts on the Vee of my tits. This stimulation was all I needed. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and began to suck the head of his cock, nibbling it with my teeth. His body quivered as I almost bit him. He half stood and turned around then, so that I could get the full view of his ass and his nuts, and the massive rod. On his knees, with his bag dangling in front of me, he lowered his own head and began to suck on my pussy. At first, it was straight sucking, and then he began to play with it, using his tongue and his hands, spreading it and licking, then nibbling, then fingering my cunny. My clit began to stand erect. He saw this and used it to full advantage. He sucked on it like it was an all day sucker and he was a kid. He nibbled it, sending delightful quivers in waves through my shaking body. I hunched my muff harder at his face, and while he ate me out, I began to ream his ass hole. This brought a gasp from him, and he sucked on my cunt all the harder. I took his balls into my mouth, those lovely black orbs of manhood, and sucked hard on them. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that I knew when he blew his load his nuts would ache for a week.
Just as I did this, I felt a spasm shake his sac, and he turned around quickly. For a split second I saw the gleaming head of his dick, and then the shaft jerked and from the piss-hole came a flood of come so thick it might have been cream or even white butter. It seared against my face, and I opened my mouth, trying to catch as much of his love juice as I could. Suddenly, I felt a sensation on my pussy. The girl who had been tripping out had come over and was busily licking up my own love juices. Knowing what was happening, I moaned, nearly choking on the come in my mouth. Then my man's come was over, and I lay there building towards my own climax. I saw the girl's black and wooly head between my legs, and while she ate my vagina, licking and sucking it expertly, I pulled my man's cock towards me, and sucked on it, draining him of his last drop of come, and enjoying the sensation of this big prick in my mouth, even though it was now soft and rubbery.
The girl's black cheek was sliding over my thighs, as though she were petting my legs with her face, and her fingers were searching around the inside of my twat. She would jab one black finger deep inside, and then massage the lips, and then jab it in again. This spasmodic finger fucking turned me on, and I felt the heaves of come building. I reached my climax when she tongued my groove, and the fuck juice came rushing out of me like some waterfall. I felt it dripping along my legs, and felt her tongue chasing the juices as they fell and poured from my cavern.
And then it was over.
I rested for a minute, and then began to slowly dress. I looked at the black boy for a second, then crossed to the door. Before I left, I turned and said "Thank you." It was a thanks for the sexual release, and a thanks for letting me know that somewhere in this hateful city, love was not dead.
It wasn't until much later that I realized we hadn't spoken a single word after his introduction, except for my thanks!
* * *
That was it. There was no more sense to the world. Once I got home, Astrid gave me some marijuana and I started climbing for my trip. She told me that tonight I would have to go out alone, and, to prove that I no longer had any inhibitions about sex with strangers, would have to pick up as many men as I could from the street. I was to bring back proof of my actions by having my men use rubbers. Each full fucking rubber would give me points.
Before I left, it was another session with the speed, and by the time I was on the street, I was dreaming and happy, and warm.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was strolling along a lane close to the park when a good-looking young man suddenly approached me from the rear. After a quick icebreaking conversation, he made sure I wanted male company, and then suggested a brief interlude.
"Twenty bucks?" he offered.
"Forget the money. I'm not interested in that now. Where do you sleep?"
In the bedroom with this stranger, I let him undress me, my thin silk sheath soon whipped off over my head, nothing underneath, only my high heeled pumps. I lay down on the bed while he took off his clothing. Then as he leaned toward me with the hot blunt knob of his prick primed for rugged action, I delayed him.
"First-honey, let me put this on you." I had in my fingers a rolled sleeve of pure white liquid latex. It was thin and transparent. "Protection," I continued. "And it's so thin you won't lose any of your natural sensations."
"Sounds like you're selling rubbers," he said with amusement.
"In a way," I smiled, "I am a saleslady."
"You peddle a pretty tail. Okay." He was too primed to stall. "Roll it on, baby. Times a'wasting."
I carefully fitted the rubber onto his long, rigid cock, rolling it out to its full length until the brim rested against his balls. The heat of his red flesh scalded right through the filmy membrane. Then he climbed between my open, welcoming thighs and sunk his instrument of pleasure hard and deep into my cunt. My whole body wrenched as I experienced the most vital sensation of the one act I now lived for more than anything else. I writhed uncontrollably as I groaned in wild abandoned passion. Above me, his young face was con torting with lust. Ecstasy flamed within me. This was life. This was what I was living for.
My mind reveled in the way I was letting my body so blatantly use this complete stranger. I could feel the tightness of his overloaded balls slap against my bouncing crotch. They were hard and heavy. What a load he must be carrying in them.
My craving urged him ceaselessly: "Fuck me, you bastard, come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard. Harder. (Jive me all you've got in your lovely cock. Ooooooh! That's it. That's it. Now! Fuck it! Fuck it! Good! Push it all the way in! Hard! Harder: Harder!"
I gasped out foul words like the experienced bitch I was supposed to be. The young man was grunting in a paroxysm of lust.
"Okay, you sexy cunt!" he panted. "I'll fuck you! Fuck me! Put your backside into it! You big gorgeous whore! You lovely piece of hot cunt! Screw it oil' me! Screw me! You fucking bitch!"
I heard his words and thoroughly enjoyed his honest description of me. I was a sex bitch. I was a fucking whore. At least, for tonight. I wound my arms and legs tighter around the man, clinging to him for clear life, straining myself up against him and then away from him in wonderful time to his savage thrusts up into my belly.
"Give it to me," I groaned softly, then louder and louder until I was almost shouting. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my cunt off! Dig it deep! Deeper! Ohhhhhh! That's it! Fuck me, you wonderful man! You've got it! Now! Now!"
Inside me, I could feel his prick swell under its latex coating and I began to throw myself about in a rage of lust and ecstasy. I no longer knew what I was saying or doing. I was just a big cunt all over, a cunt that was sucking up into itself all his virility. The walls of my vagina contracted on his rubber-sheathed cock and let go again, squeezing it for every drop it possessed. My contractor muscle was strong and the first time I did it the man winced in pain and then I knew he found it so wonderfully painfully exciting that he was also convulsed with lust and growled like a wild beast as he shot his load.
As his juices gushed into the condom, spurred out by my writhing sucking cunt, I thought sure the thin membrane would burst. I felt the heat of his torrid load as if there were no protection at all. Finally he collapsed exhausted on top of me, panting and dribbling saliva from his open, gasping mouth. My own heaving body hardly noticed his weight so heavily on me. I was too far gone. My eyes were rolled upwards. My mouth was open, gasping for breath, and my tongue lolled, spittle dribbling unheeded down my chin.
There was no sound in the room except our gasps and groans of requited pleasure. The bed had stopped creaking now, but the air stank with the smell of sweat and sperm and come and the peculiar odor of satisfied bodies. Finally he regained enough strength to roll off me. He lay beside me with his chest heaving and perspiration thick on his body.
I raised my head and looked with curiosity at the latex bag hanging partly off his shriveled cock. My muffled gasp expressed the shock I always got when I saw what a wallop a man spends at the end of the first round. The clear casing held an ounce of his liquid male soup. Nitro! If that had ever hit me it would have detonated my insides.
He was muttering: "Best fuck I've had in a month of Sundays. You sure got what it takes for a knockout. You're no ordinary whore. What are you?"
"A bitch," I grinned.
"You sure are. What're you doing?"
My fingers were on his dead dick, carefully skinning off the overloaded latex sac. I made sure the open end remained upright so that none of the precious milky fluid spilled. Once it was removed, I knotted the opening and stored the come-bag in a compartment of my kit.
Then I got up and started to dress.
"Going, baby?" he asked weakly.
"Got a big night ahead of me," I replied.
"I'll bet you have!"
Once again on the street, I had no trouble at all continuing my collection of sperm. Men were all too willing to flop into the sack with a hot cunt. And my cunt was hot, getting hotter as the night progressed.
* * *
I moved closer. "That's what I will do. I'll give you a blow job."
The stranger stretched himself back into a more comfortable position and the movement caused his prick to jump slightly. "I've been sucked by experts."
I vowed that he would forget the others by the time I was through. I knelt on the floor before him, between his widespread knees. Reggie had a happy, sleepy smile playing about his lips. I leaned my head forward, lips pursed.
I covered the blooming tip of his huge cock with special, skin-like rubber, murmuring praises as I worked. I knew this rubber wouldn't be in my way or even noticeable. I stuck out the tip of my tongue, licking his cock, stroking my tongue up and down its sturdy shaft. The moment now arrived when I had to take it into my mouth. The head was so gigantic that I nearly despaired of getting my lips around it. I stretched open my mouth until I heard the joints of my jaws crack. The taut skin concaved the cheeks of my yawning mouth. Finally, with one great gulp, I enclosed the shining purple crown in my mouth and began working my head in circles, giving Reggie the utmost stimulation of my lips and tongue.
He groaned. "Oh God!" He held my head firmly and flexed his hips. "You're sucking the life out of me! Get it further down your throat. Then I'll be ready-"
I tilted my head forward, cramming all I could get down my gagging throat. I did succeed in get ting nearly half the length of his prick into my mouth. I thought surely so much cock would choke me, but previous experience taught me to take it. Occasional sucking and slurping noises escaped as I caressed his tool with tongue and mouth. Reggie, in spite of the marijuana, was not quiescent. He increased the tempo of his hip movements until he was screwing me in my mouth with gusto.
Suddenly he gasped sharply and lifted his buttocks clean off the chair. My ministrations were beginning to affect him in the most maddening way. To quicken the finish, I slid my fingers to his double-sacked scrotum and began gently squeezing the heavy balls. He closed his eyes and rolled his head as if he were in agony. I continued to bestow my oral caresses on his bulging prick while tickling his nuts.
Then it happened-he grunted loudly and strained upward. The balls nesting in my hands twitched and jerked. I felt the broad spermatic cord that ran up the underside of his thick peter swell and pump. I pressed my lips tight at the ecstatic moment when I felt him explode and spurt his hot juice. The rubber caught it all!
I leaned back, with a feeling of contentment. I licked my lips. I watched for his prick to slump down. I was surprised when it didn't.
"You're still stiff. I thought I'd finished you."
"Oh? There's a lot more where that came from. You're going to suck all night!"
Damned if he wasn't right!
I removed the fucking rubber, and put it away, replacing it with another just like it. Torpid in body, he lurched into the bedroom and dropped flat on his back on the bed. The only part of him that stood up straight was his cock. It was like a barber pole.
I looked down at a prick that continued to remain erect and throb with desire. I became greedy for it once more. I leaned forward and kissed it tenderly on the tip, repeating the action about five times, finally taking the bloated head once more between my sensitive lips. I licked the underside of his glans and he almost jerked from the bed as my lips and then my teeth moved delicately on the edge of his pulsating knob. The tip of my tongue slithered across the small piss-hole and he moaned.
I compressed my lips on the head, trying to draw the prick into my mouth, licking and sucking on it as I did so until it was once more at the back of my throat, before, once again, I took it back in. Each time it went in harder and deeper than the previous stroke. I sucked him so greedily and determinedly that he was soon unable to control himself and he began to move his body up and down to synchronize with my in-and-out movements, and soon, though lying on his back on the bed, he was mouth fucking me and coming again to the very edge of his orgasm.
I pushed my mouth at his prick, adopting to his steady fucking rhythem, my lips pouting around his frightful prod. I was driven mad with lust at the feel of his prick in my mouth and the fact that he was driving his tool into my mouth as if it were a cunt. I leaned forward as he rammed his prick home and it crammed down my throat. I struggled to catch my breath but I no longer cared how he treated me. I wanted to drain him of all the manhood he possessed.
His cock was going into my face with quickening thrusts as he succumbed to the build-up of his orgasm. There was no stopping his convulsive movements. He was too far gone to control himself. Suddenly I felt the jerk of his prick as orgasm began to sweep over him. He raised his haunches from the bed, ramming his prick as deeply into my throat as he could. A moment later he sent it shooting into the rubber, pushing so hard he was half choking me. Spurt after spurt came.
I gurgled and sputtered, but held onto his prick with my mouth, eager to get all his spunk. He was groaning with delight as his orgasm gradually subsided and his prick, slackening slightly, slipped from my mouth. After his prick drooped from between my slackened lips, I lay on top of him exhausted.
We lay together for a time until Reggie began to feel a renewal of his desire. Slowly he hardened. I looked at the rising flesh and gristle with amazement.
"Don't you ever get tired?" I asked.
"Woman is the weaker vessel. Do you want to give up?"
"Never!" again, I removed the rubber, but this time I didn't replace it. I wanted this load for myself.
I bent over, placing his prick against my pouting lips. His prick took on strength as it entered my mouth. He elevated his behind, pushing himself into me, until his groin lay under my nose. At once his prick began to pulsate as his pubic hair tickled ray nostrils.
He panted out words: "You stimulate me like no other girl ever did!"
Sapping Reggie was wearing my jaws out. My tongue was like a flap of flannel. The roof of my mouth was bruised. I swore to myself that if this third round didn't knock him out-I would draw blood!
I used my teeth. I chewed and chewed. I gnawed away at his stubborn glans penis. He grunted and gasped as I sank my teeth viciously into the thick collar just behind the swollen head, while my right hand fingers played up and down the exposed length of his shaft. I was jerking him off as well as grinding away with my teeth.
Pressing it into my hollowing cheeks, fondling it with my whole hand, I inflamed his prick to a raging fury. The head was as hard as a rock. My tongue licked at the wide-open eye. The whang stood perfectly stiff. The whole organ was a superb purple color. It was enormous. The biggest erection he'd had all night. It hurt the insides of ray mouth. I increased my passionate stroking. I licked, I sucked, I chewed. Chewed, chewed, chewed-until the head turned into raw beef.
He moaned: "Awwwww! No! No! You peter eater! You're killing me!"
I was making mincemeat out of his prick. The giant became longer and thicker. With smooth fingers I seized it and tried to devour all of it. I had sucked this time, it seemed, for at least an hour. One word echoed in my fevered brain: "Come-come-come-!"
He twisted and wrenched under me, like a man on a torture rack, clawing his hooked fingers into my flowing hair, yanking strands of it, pulling some out by the roots in his agonized frenzy. He groaned: "I can't stand it any longer!"
"Then come," I suckled, "come, you bastard!"
His grip on my head held me firmly in place. He moved his hips, pushing his cock in and pulling it out of my mouth at an increasing speed and with all his might. Finally-finally I knew it was coming.
His throat choked off little climactic sounds. His hands clawed into my tangled hair. He plunged my sweating face down on his reared up cock. His entire body arched up from the bed to crash his groin into my descending mouth.
It puked out. I kept sucking, draining it for all it was worth. It kept coming as I drank it down, until my lips were dripping. I took all he had and then I let it drop dead out of my mouth.
It was a frightful sight. My gnawing teeth had left blood-red indentations all over the purple head and partway down the shank. Many times I had come close to actually sucking blood. What pleased me most was that it hung completely lifeless.
Yet, after a few moments of rest, I made a tentative motion to continue.
He drew back from me like a burned child. "For God's sake, don't touch it!"
"Then I'm through for the night?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Tomorrow night again, perhaps?"
He winced. "Not for some time."
For the next few days, I was sure, he would suffer pangs just touching that chopped beef. And those scars would be a permanent reminder of my visit.
"Good night," I said in a hollow whisper.
I slipped out of his apartment, walked along the hall, took a back stairway down, and stepped out into the cold night air of the street.
by the time the night was over, I had screwed ten men, and had, counting the extra come, eleven little sacs of come for Astrid to count to my credit. She was delighted with my score, and hugged me tightly to her. I laughed with her, and then she gave me a roach to smoke. She would have given me a whole cigarette, but she explained that they were out and Arthur was bringing home a new supply.
She looked at me with her wonderful eyes, and smiled. I knew that she was about to explain the next test to me. But I wasn't prepared for what it was!
CHAPTER SIX
Astrid told me that one of the Hippies at the commune was in charge of the communal stables: although the group wasn't wealthy, they did own two or three horses, and these were stabled at the commune itself. Since I had proven my ability to give love and to receive love, I would now be taken to the commune, arid introduced to everyone, but especially to Eddie, the stable boy.
I say stable boy. Actually, that was more of a title than an occupational description, because everyone at the commune shared in all the work.
* * *
The commune, how can I describe it? Sylvan? No, that word's too square. Groovy? No, that isn't adequate. It was THE WORLD. It was the GARDEN OF EDEN. It was LIFE, LIFE, LIFE. It was in upstate New York and we had spent the better part of a day driving there. It was set among some trees on an abandoned estate, and Astrid explained that this was merely temporary, that sooner or later when the owner called the pigs, the commune would have to be moved. I don't know why anyone would object to the beauty of these people and their home.
There wasn't anyone who wasn't smiling. The children were all laughing, the adults all happy. Their dress was free-some of them even naked. Everywhere you looked, you could see signs of great activity. Some make-shift shelters had been thrown up, each one big enough to hold about ten people. They were just for sleeping and for protection against the cold, I was told.
In one corner of the area was the cooking place, and opposite the cooking place was the latrine. The other two sides were made up of sleeping places. There was a group of Hippies working on a new sleeping place, and it was explained to me that by winter there would be four new family members, myself included, if I passed all the tests.
And then I was introduced to Eddie. He wasn't bad looking, had long blonde hair that cascaded across his shoulders, and piercing blue eyes.
And then I was told what the next test would be.
* * *
"Bareback riding," Eddie said, and laughed. I looked a little puzzled, and Astrid took my hand.
"You can love people," she said, "but can you love any and all forms of life? That is what the next test is for. And if you pass this test, then you will have completed most of your initiation. Hut this will be the hardest-or the easiest. It depends on you."
"Me?" I questioned. "What do I have to do?"
"Go with Eddie," Astrid commanded. "And he will give you over to one of the horses. And you will fuck the horse."
"The horse will fuck her." Eddie said emphatically.
I almost gasped. I didn't know if I could do this thing. I didn't know ... But I had to. Astrid was right. This would be the hardest part of all my testing. It wasn't a joke. Xo one was laughing. Kddie and Astrid were both very solemn. And so was I.
"There will be a drug session first." Astrid said, answering the unasked question. "Don't worry. You will be able to feel everything, but nothing will hurt you. And Eddie will be there to protect you."
It was all I needed. I knew I could do it.
* * *
Floating. Floating in a dream world. I was on a ranch, or on a farm. There were voices in the background, and though they seemed faint, they were clear and I could understand them. I knew they were guiding me to a high point in my lii'e. I knew they were leading me.
I was happy. There were (lowers everywhere, and the grass beneath my feet was as soft as velvet. The rocks were hard and sharp like ice. The trees were tall and leafy.
And there was Astrid smiling a! me. And Eddie. And in the background, a horse. I laughed.
* * *
Wear a mini outfit, Astrid had advised. It was more convenient for the kind of riding activity planned for me.
All afternoon and evening I shivered with a dreadful excitement, thinking of what was coming. Eddie informed me of the rendezvous. "No. 9!" Time crawled. At midnight I slunk out to the "stables." A light breeze ruffled my mini up around my bare ass. Eddie was waiting at stall No. 9. He opened the door for me to enter.
"Meg, this's Tornado," he said, like a formal introduction.
I looked at the horse. He was a magnificent male, almost coal black, his curried coat shining. At the sight of me, the stallion reared up, beating the night air with his flailing hoofs. His spittle sprayed against my face and neck.
"Don't be afraid of him," encouraged Eddie. "Show him you're friendly. Here. Give him this sugar." He dropped sugar cubes into my cupped hands.
With a constricted throat, hands fluttering, I made my friendly overture to Tornado. The stallion settled down to consume my gift of sweets, rolling back the whites of his eyes.
Eddie said: "As you can see, he's vigorous and ill good condition. You've got to take all that out of him. He'll become meager and lose all his strength after he's had copious seminal emissions. He's screwy for a mare."
Eddie was getting his kicks out of this too, I could see. As he spoke in low tones I saw him fingering the outline of his big prick in one leg of his tight Levis. I didn't spend much time contemplating Eddie. I kept looking under Tornado's belly. I could see his cock, a deep black, beginning to hang out a good foot long and as big around as my wrist. The head of this thing looked like an old-fashioned potato masher with a deep slit in it. The thought of taking it into my belly, even soft, caused me to have my doubts.
My voice quavered. "Where do I take him? Here?"
"Out in the pasture."
Gentled down, Tornado walked with a muffled clop-clop-clop out into the moonlit field with us.
"Race him around to work up a good sweat," said Eddie.
I mounted the stallion, He was not saddled. The ridge of his spine fitted itself into the notch of my bare cunt and I grimaced with pleasure. The fast turns around the field took some of the speed out of the animal and it left me very needful for a prick.
Eddie led the horse by its shaffle-bit to a sturdy three-rail fence.
"We call this mugwumping," he said.
I got the idea. A mugwump is a bird (girl) on a fence with its mug on one side and its wump on the other. As I dismounted, Eddie, who had carried a bucket with him, doused my belly and pubes with its contents, some stinking fluid.
"What's that?"
"Mare's piss!"
Excited by the smell of the mare on me, Tornado was moving in to his primary pleasure. He nipped up my mini and nuzzled me between my legs, running his velvet snout across my cunt, nibbling at it, sticking his whole head between my legs. He was as affectionate as a big house cat full of cream.
I felt very strange. In return I gyrated my hips against his long handsome head. Meanwhile Eddie was continuing his preparations. He opened a jar of vaseline. Talking to the horse and telling it to remain still, he moved to the stallion's flank and started to stroke the beast's limp cock with both his vaseline-smeared hands, smoothing in the glistening grease. At the first touch on his penis, Tornado almost stopped breathing and stood like a statue. He seemed to love the slippery hands oiling up his cock, for the longer Eddie stroked the shaft, the bigger it got, gleaming in the bright moonlight as the skin stretched tighter. I saw the penis cord with vibrant sinews and vitality-bursting veins. Now every few seconds the whole stiffening length jumped in Eddie's hands as the horse enjoyed the massage. The cock bolted out full length. It was a horribly fascinating size.
"Turn around!" instructed Eddie.
"You sound like you've done all this before," I said tremulously.
"I have. You'd be surprised how many girls and women crave this treatment."
"I'm not surprised," I answered. I understood female desires. I was a great lover of horses. They occupied my thoughts and dreams far more often than I revealed to anybody.
I turned slowly, telling myself not to panic. If I lost my head, I would surely get hurt. With my back to Tornado, he lost no time in delving his soft long nose and lapping tongue between the cheeks of my ass, licking away the saltiness of my sweat from my quivering buttocks.
Eddie directed me to walk to the fence where I saw a tree-stump just on the other side. The fence was three rails high, made of peeled saplings. Eddie told me to lean through, over the middle rail, so that my comfortably padded belly was bent over it, and my hands firmly planted on the tree-stump.
"Brace yourself good," said Eddie, "or you'll be shoved clean through the fence."
I dared not imagine what would happen next. I let my dangling head drop low, peering back between my own straddled, booted legs. I saw movements behind me, Eddie guiding Tornado into position right over my bared, upturned ass. The brain of the brute snorting and stamping right behind me knew only one thing-I was his mare!
But I wasn't the ordinary mare he was used to. He was moving with some caution. His nostrils snuffled at my bared behind, the blowing of his hot breath covering me with goose pimples.
"Up!" commanded Eddie. "Up, Tornado!"
The stallion crowded behind me, rearing high on his hind legs, with Eddie leading him forward with the snaffle-bit, his front hoofs falling across the top rail over my head. His chest settled down on the peeled sapling with a thump. By instinct, he was going into the proper coital position. I braced myself to receive him.
"No chance of his falling down on you," assured Eddie. "He's well braced."
"Thank the Devil for that," I muttered.
Eddie had taken the shank of Tornado's cock in his hand and was rubbing the blunt head of that monster between my legs, up my thighs, tickling the lips of my cunt, getting both me and the dancing stallion so hot neither of us could stand it much longer.
I took a deep rasping breath as rigid living flesh, the thick vaseline-slippery head, throbbing with savage force and vigor, nudged in between the backs of my thighs and pressed firmly against my fluttering cunt lips. With Eddie's assistance, the gigantic cockhead was starting into me. This touching of the big stiff maddened me, bringing the cyclone in me to the highest pitch of furious excitement. The cock was a serpentine pennon. As this grotesque organ penetrated, my desire became wanton. My face contorting, my teeth grinding, I kept switching my hips back and forth to give him the proper angle of entrance. It was sliding in as if it were a greased pole. I knew all the time I could take him. Only he was going in faster than I expected. It was hurting like hell, but hurting me good-oh, so good! His shaft was stretching my vagina to its utmost limits. My crazed head swung from side to side. I couldn't help moaning out loud: "It's too big! My cunt! My cunt!"
I was prepared for a great deal, but he was forcing too much into me at once. It was as if I were being rammed with a fencepost.
The stud was twisting and working himself up into my gully, sometimes lifting my legs high and dangling them in the air helplessly. He was real excited, his nostrils dripping snorts of saliva and that awful cock growing even bigger as he sought to drive it all into my vagina. It stung. It split me apart. I took it all, feeling it probe for my innermost guts.
I howled as one last shove brought him into my uterus. His punching drive opened the way for him. He kept boring in, the heated, enormous thing making me yell my fool head off. Pure thrills mixed with the most primitive fright. This was primordial love. My lusty shrieks echoed around the pasture and into the woods. Luckily no one else was close enough by to hear the rumpus. My arms had all they could do to brake the furious pushes he was giving my hindquarters. In a few seconds, it seemed, he had pounded my vaginal sheath to the hilt. I was ravished by a fierce thrill.
I was so impaled with a delirious agony that I was out of my mind. I cried out with shouting gasps of pain. The pain was excruciating-excruciatingly good! "My cunt! MY CUNT!"
His hind legs shifted unsteadily on the turf and then the beast started humping in earnest. The whole damn fence creaked where the posts entered the ground every time that huge cock rammed farther into me. It felt the size of a wagon-tongue. As his battering became full strength, he reached his peak. My feet swung up off the ground as I was carried upward by the fury of his awful implement. He charged my rump back and forth in a frenzy of beastly passion.
I yelled louder, my own body becoming violent, holding onto the tree-stump for dear life, my belly getting shoved to and fro atop the smooth fence rail, and I started coming. My whole body had been tense before, but now it tensed in a different way. My teeth were grinding and I felt the blood leave my face. Every muscle in my groin suddenly swelled as if about to explode. And then a long straining grunt was forced out of my panting, sweating chest. My features folded like rubber. And then I was all limp, draped there, being thrown about by the sex enraged stallion, who was still humping away, his lunges getting wilder by the moment.
My legs sagged, but his terribly active cock was still inside me. My breath came in tortured gasps. The night breeze bathed my sweating, straining body. Everything swam before my distorted vision. My jaws clamped shut, teeth grinding together. Tornado's great weight, kept mercifully off me by the upper fence rail, seemed to press down on me. As I imprisoned the beast in my vaginal cramp, the fence-posts creaked with tension. My breath hissed through clenched teeth.
Then I started getting hot again!
Intoxicated, my head swung down limply. Doubled over the rail, I was staring at my own widespread knees. All the while that demon horse kept fucking, fucking, fucking-nostrils snorting, neighing like hell every few moments. Saliva fell from his open slavering lips in a stream on my back. In my upside-down view, I saw him spatter the ground with great turds of manure droppings as he lost muscular control of his bowels. He was about to come!
Then he exploded. I screamed as the spurts of semen hit me deep inside in hot gushes. His wrenching cock pumped and pumped. Sperm jetted until I no longer had room to hold it all inside me. It spilled out of my cunt, down my thighs, cascading to the turf like soapsuds. I screamed in maddened joy as I climaxed again and again.
I lay across the middle fence-rail helpless until that exhausted beast took it into his head to withdraw. He had to jerk his spent haunches back several times before his trapped cock came free. It all came out, still very long, but no longer rigid. I slipped off the swaying middle rail and went down on my knees on the ground, clutching my ravished belly in my forearms, trying to keep from fainting dead away. I felt like a woman who has just had a baby ripped from her womb. I was totally washed out, completely exhausted.
I looked up. Tornado stood placidly a short distance away, his weakened knee-joints barely able to support his own weight. His cock dangled part way out, not aggressive now.
Eddie helped me to my feet. My own legs wobbled, heavy white juice, like curdled milk, running down my naked thighs, dripping onto the ground. I leaned on Eddie for support.
Eddie flexed one of his legs up at me. "Feel this." He laid my unresisting hand on his thigh. The prick inside his Levis was like a bar of iron.
"Oh, my belly, my poor belly!" I groaned. "Please! No more! I'm no good for the rest of the night!"
"Neither is he," he said of the horse. Then, as I leaned back against the sagging fence watching, Eddie jerked himself oft'.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Astrid and Arthur had taken me home. I was well out of my trip, and they took me back up, letting me down sometimes in stages. I think Arthur must have messed up on a dose or two, though, because for some reason I had begun to feel shaky and nervous. I couldn't eat, but then, I didn't much want to eat. I only wanted to sleep and to dream. It was such a lovely world! I rode the crest of some fantastic wave, and my body floated no matter what I did. If I walked, it wasn't walking, it was gliding. If I talked, it wasn't talk, it was singing. Everything had a strange beauty. And I was in the middle of it all!
They told me, and I believed and was glad, that I would be able to join the commune. There was one last ritual, and this one was to take place in the city. The Family would all be there, that is, the members from the commune I had been to, and since this would be initiation night, I would not only be on my biggest trip ever, I would get to meet Dr. Janus!
They increased my dose, and I was dreaming. And I don't know now what was and what wasn't real. It all seemed real enough. But I do not know. There were signs, though. There were signs of reality on this strange miraculous highway in heaven that I was travelling. But I did not notice them. There were other signs.
The other signs did strike me. I had tremblings, rapid tremors, and then uncontrolled gyrations of my pelvis, that made me look as if I were fucking some invisible lover. Perhaps I was. I wasn't sure of anything now.
Suddenly I developed an insatiable appetite for food. I crammed meal after meal into my mouth all day long and raided the refrigerator often during the night and still I felt starved. On the street I stopped off at every hot dog stand and lunch counter I came to and consumed large quantities of food. Then my hungers underwent a sinister change. My appetite became vitiated. I craved unnatural substances that were contaminated, spoiled, filthy. I ate rotten eggs, chalk, ashes, coal, garbage. Then, unable to stave off my horrible appetite (and I must be brutally frank!) I drank warm piss and licked a man's anus until he evacuated, his fresh shit sliding over the tip of my tongue.
Some of my acts are disgusting to recall.
The foul appetite passed. I became pregnant. Or I thought I was pregnant. I looked like it, the way I bellied all out of shape. I was so obviously expectant that I had to hastily cover my bulging tummy with a hatching jacket. If I was indeed full of baby, who was the father? I was all confused. I only knew that I was becoming a mother in an unnaturally fast time. No waiting nine months for this hell-born birth. It was more like overnight!
Astrid counseled me again. This was a false pregnancy. "A lot of girls go through it," she explained. "You have nothing to worry about. You'll be in fine figure for our induction rites."
She was right, as usual. By April 30th, I had expelled a tremendous amount of gas and my belly deflated to its normal size-to my great relief.
We all entered the deserted church, each of us picking up a lighted candle at the entrance. The pews had all been shoved aside, and a banquet table had been set down the length of the nave. At the extreme end was the altar.
Standing there like an officiating priest, which I guess he was, was Dr. Janus and a young man who was acting as his apostate disciple.
I stared. Somewhere within my vision there floated flowers, but I do not know if they were real. And somewhere there was the strong smell of marijuana. And Dr. Janus, smiling. Watching. He was beautiful and he was strong, and I felt an immense love swelling up inside of me. An immense and overpowering love for this man, this being who had attained the ultimate freedom and who would lead me to the same life, the same beautiful, marvelous, glorious life!
I was silent, and not silent. I do not know. I only know that suddenly there was singing.
The air was filled with a sighing and wailing. And out of one throat came a throbbing moaning howl that was somehow sweet, soaring to the heights and as swiftly falling, a sound not of Earth but of the grave or worse, a spirit loose under the moon in search of prey. It was, I think, the sound of my own voice, produced by the ravening of my body.
The effect was immediate. The nude apostate was smirking over me, bending his face forward, leaning down to kiss my exposed naked belly. I loved the feel of his thick wet lips on my soft warm fleshy belly. His labial touch thrilled me. His face moved lower, slowly and with tantalizing deliberation, and my urge-an urge too great to resist-opened my thighs for him. My knees came up, my upper legs spread apart, and I let out a long expressive gasping breath as his lips fastened fully over the pulsating of my pussy. Lifting my knees higher, I moved my legs across his bent back, locking my ankles at the nape of his neck. I fitted myself in more snugly, more intimately obscene, to his face and mouth.
His mouth and tongue paid homage to the core of my womanhood in a way that I could not fail to respond. He was a gnawing animal between my legs. He was acting like the beast I knew he was. I cried out in my passionate pleasure, gasping, panting, wheezing, gurgling. My satin-smooth thighs pressed harder and more lovingly to the sides of his large head. I was starting to get a big blast off. My belly thumped up again and again. My loins writhed and every few moments my whole body spasmed in a brief, violent shaking from head to toe.
He had his hands on me as if trying to hold me in place on the edge of the altar. My breasts were heaving. His large hands and agile fingers were mashing into my mammary swellings. I arched at his hands as he plucked at my rigid nipples. His fingers and thumbs strummed and massaged my nuggets of erectile tissue until each breast was alive and aroused. My legs clamped him even more urgently around his bobbing head. His hot face was lost in the moist warmth of my excited genitals. I twisted and thrust my cunt at his face and tongue. I was jerking at him. I was moaning. He knew the tell-tale signs well. He redoubled the lapping of his wet tongue, increasing the nibbling of his lips on my clitoris. He knew I was very nearly-there At that moment I reached the peak of utter ecstasy. I was jerking and crying out, every muscle, every nerve, tensed and taut. He was thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could into my wet clutching cuntlips and keeping it there. I trembled. My belly pulsated. My cunt shuddered and spasmed against his face. I was having ructions all the way down my tubes from my ovaries, a wild, violently satisfying climax. I tossed myself against the boy's face with feverish passion as my orgasm reached its peak and began to subside. He kept his face to my cunt, his tongue well in my wet hot slick groove until I weakly dropped my legs from his back and let them dangle over the altar edge toward the stone flagging. I lay exhausted and gasping.
"You ... you ... you devil," I managed to gasp. "That was ... wonderful ... you're wicked, wicked ... you must be the Devil himself...."
I was aware of what was taking place from descriptions given to me later. The dance was an unvarying and essential part of the rite. The Family danced around a central object-a phallic pillar, or a maypole. The pipe and drum broke into a wild and lilting tune and the merry-makers circled, with much shaking and twisting and leaping in the air. Then the dance went into a pairing off, dancers wheeling back to back with hands clasped and heads turned so that they could see each other.
The pipe and drum played faster. The dizzying dancers spun with incredible abandon. There had been excitement from the beginning of the dance, but now with the speed of it, the exertion, the slapping of rump on rump, the hot panting for breath, and perhaps the tremor of fear in all of them, it was turning into a frenzy. Excessive drink as well as drugged food, combined with emotion-stirring music and nude sweating bodies, turned the night into a saturnalia. The rites were concluding with the looked-forward-to general, uninhibited sexual orgy.
The man's prick slithered like a snake against the inside of my slippery thighs, jabbing teasingly at my cunt, while he toyed and frigged at my stiff and red nipples with his fingers and thumbs. He knew my young healthy feminine body would soon be anxious for a second release and my spasmodic thrusts upward revealed to him how right he was. His leering face creased into a mask of lust. He was as ugly as sin itself, but I did not find him repulsive. I was surprised at the amount of control he seemed to have; surprised that he could start and stop his teasing of my exposed pussy. He was a beast, but fully in control of his actions.
I closed my eyes as I saw him gloat down at me.
The cock touching my inner thighs became stiffer. I felt his hot breath on my face as he levered himself further on top of my supine body. I opened my legs for him to get his broad body between them. Deep inside me was a hunger I could no longer control. What had happened so far tonight merely whetted my carnal appetite for what was about to happen. I had been gratified to a tensed degree when he had sucked me off, but my cunt hungered for a climax with a normal filling by a male organ. I wanted to be fucked-and well fucked. Fucked by a man-men!-who needed and desired me. After the apostate was through, other horny men would have their turn. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw at least half a dozen waiting.
Through half-closed eyes I saw the next one mount me. My eyes widened as I felt the first contact of his sex organ against my tender flesh. He had one hell of a big dick! "Ooooooh!" I gasped. "Oooooooh!" He was straining to get me fully impaled. I raised my head, seeking my eyes down between our bodies, trying to look past my large white breasts as they lolled and rolled from side to side as I jerked and shifted in my torment. He was easing it in past my tense ring of cunt muscles that gripped his fat shaft. He was breaking the head through the token resistance of my outer and inner lips of delicate flesh. He rammed me with more force. He sunk his long thick shank into me with one seemingly endless lunge. I knew my face contorted, my teeth clenching tightly, but I held my loins up at him as he began to fuck me with fierce strong strokes.
I wrapped my arms around him. "Ohhhhh! It's so good-so good...." I knew I was in for a thorough fucking as he reamed and reamed. I was randy and writhing. I was on the verge of another orgasm and the spitting of his hot wet seed would bring me to the fulfillment of it. He was grinding down into my open yielding cunt as far as he could, bringing groans of passion from my parted lips. My breathing was heavy and labored. He fucked harder and harder, pumping his heavy loins at the juncture of my open thighs. His balls slapped my gyrating ass heavily. His body was rising and falling on mine as if he were an untamed beast. I felt the hot head of his cock probe my womb at every in-stroke. He jogged up and down on my flesh, springing, bouncing, getting extreme force behind his length of throbbing prick flesh. My warm slithering passage gripped every vital sensitive inch of his shagging cock. My bottom on the crude altar wrenched and writhed and rocked, giving me maximum pleasure, and at the same time milking him for the kill.
Inside me his brutal shaft went into the sudden shocks of expulsion, his balls blowing and pumping out every last dreg of his male muck and scum. The ejaculation hit my uterus in fierce, scalding squirts. My own response was shattering and soul-satiating.
His spent cock slid out of my cunt with the slop of a wet dishrag. He panted and deflated as if he had just run a mile uphill. He staggered to one side, making way for the others who crowded toward the altar.
The strongest, biggest, and most aggressive got there first. A large, stiffening cock, like a cruller of meat, pulsated against the rim of my cunt, its owner informing me of his rapidly increasing desire and this immediately revived and heightened my own. I wriggled my ass and loins on the shambles of the altar, positioning my body so that I could fit my tenderly ticking snatch against the hard shaft of this new prick. Once we had accomplished the meeting of parts, I began grinding my pussy into all that male rigidity, deliberately trying to rake my ever-tingling clitoris against his insistent rod.
I moaned when he fastened his exploring hands on my swollen, distended nipples and began massaging them. They were so tender, so sensitive! I had never been this hot! My cunt felt as if it could use all the pricks in the world! I wanted my hole to be filled full of hot hard cock! I wanted to be screwed until my ass turned to jelly!
I moved my legs to enclose his humping hips in the embrace of my hot thighs. I wasn't going to turn him loose until he had got his cock's head well up into my womb, then I wanted to feel him shoot out his stinking, torrid slag into me until I died with delight. And he was doing it grandly feeding prick deep into my steaming notch, while I squirmed to facilitate the entrance of his hungry cock into my passionate body. The head of his prick sunk into my juicy crevice. I bubbled with erotic happiness. "Shove it!" I groaned. "Shove it deep! I can't get enough tonight! I've got to come! Again, again!"
We heaved and thrusted, grinding our way through my delirious climax, searching for another. He was caught up in a seizure of his own passion and he knew only that he must sheath the full length of his cock in my agitated scabbard until he let loose the pent-up steam that distended his testicles. I ached to free him of his delightful burden. I shrieked aloud as his frantic thrusts intensified and further intensified the size and hardness of his cock. Sensations radiated out of my sundered cunt, but I never ceased the lumping, grinding, circular motion of my well-oiled loins.
I endured the ecstatic agonies of my quivering body, titillating again into a convulsive orgasm, as I rubbed off this sturdy cock with my greatly enlarged clitoris. It was the seat of all my sexual emotion. I lifted my torso so that the joy-buttons of my big breasts were chafing his chest with abandoned gusto. The expanded prick sliding in my eager vagina stimulated me to erotic excess. I returned his vicious thrusts with renewed enthusiasm, fucking his heaving body with an awesome fury and deliberation, while around us all the others engaged in their fleshy, Satanic revel.
His excited lunges socketed the full length of his ample tool in my warm, wet sheath, as I flung it up at him, burying himself in my flaming grasp. My passionate pussy, tightened and swollen with lust, gripped him so firmly that my grasp sought to tear the foreskin from the head of his prick, a sensation that I was well aware would bring him to the very brink of a foaming, spewing climax. One upward surge of my bloated pussy lips sent the head of his prick nestling into my taut cervix. I screamed out in momentary anguish as I felt the innermost center of my sensitivity being violated and widened beyond belief by the brutal instrument he wielded with so much force.
That final thrust tipped my joy-box over. Out of me came a tumbling, gushing wave of sensation. I swung my thighs high around his body, opening myself even more to his insistent pressure and flattened my throbbing sex-flesh even more securely against his belly. He gave one more bull-like heave and then cried out sharply as he reached his own limit.
I felt his climax begin. I went twisting and grinding, rubbing his spurting prick into the tight, moist grip of my eager womb. His balls, lying against my arching ass, twitched and pumped, spewing out vast quantities of the red-hot scum that he had saved for this occasion. I seized his floundering buttocks in my hands, attempting to press him even closer, squeezing all the fluids out of him, at the same time rotating my ass in a frantic circle, trying to increase his voluptuous pleasure so that I would reap for myself the shuddering benefit of the pounding waves of orgiastic release. He crumbled on top of me, a sudden wreck of a man.
Thus it went, six more, until into our dimmed ears came the pre-dawn sounds of traffic, and by then the altar was slicked over with sweat, sex drippings, and the spilled broth of all our juices. And I was now at the top of my trip. I wanted more. Not just anything they threw at me. I wanted the top dog. I wanted that enormous prehensile prick that had anguished my daydreams and nightmares. I wanted to get the hose-pipe dousing of that much-vaunted ice-water discharge that would finally cool and calm my sweltering body.
It was my turn for Dr. Janus himself and his prize prick. I looked around, searching out the iniquitous pit of all that swirling turmoil. But I was too late.
Janus, along with red-haired Rebecca, had vanished!
* * *
I was spread-eagled, my arms and legs sprawled out to the four points of the compass. Fumes and vapors from the incense burners drifted across the circle. The white goat, tied to a stake, bleated at every changing shadow. Over and over I repeated profane phrases.
The air grew colder. The smudge thickened. My hoarse voice had dropped to a monotonous drone. I saw obscene shapes in the smoke, rising, falling, lengthening, narrowing. There was an appalling odor. In the chill grey vapors I discerned a red blur. It hovered closer. It took the shape and stature of a man. But what a man!
He was sensuously clothed all in red, a tights suit that exaggerated rather than concealed his rampant masculinity. His genitals bulged in outline. There was no doubt. My lover had arrived at last.
There was a terrifying familiarity about his size and shape. I knew him. I knew him intimately. Yet my congealed mind couldn't place him. Who was he?
What difference did it make? We were here to make love. Neither he nor I had any doubt about that. He had a zip fastener in front of his red tights and he lost no time opening his fly. Both his hands helped bring out the largest cock I had ever seen on a man. Only half hard, it was already huge. He was a human Tornado, a stallion, a stud, a fucking marvel.
We needed no words, no urging. As he brought the head of his immense prick closer, I raised myself to my knees in a form of submissive adulation, and leaned forward to bestow upon his vibrant virile member the infamous kiss. I put my lips to it. His prick still had on it the scent of the last girl he had screwed. That one must have been Rebecca. I savored the taste. It was salty and oily. The head nestled in my straining open mouth, my cheeks going in and out as the hardening thing responded to the changing pressures of my breath. I drank deeply of it, sucking the tender flesh deep into my throat, then licking it clean. I felt a great cloud of loving kindness sweep over me as I performed this last and extra-intimate rite. I covered the entire length of his prick with my tonguing kisses.
His rank, tasty hunk of prick left me horny. When a man's cock has been in a woman and the mingled juices have dried on it, it really begins to smell when he gets a hard-on. The heat of the blood rushing down into it warms up the scent. It was the tastiest mouthful imaginable.
Then I lay back on the smoking ground inside the circle, my white dress pulled up high to my neck, my legs spread, my well-exercised cunt prominently displayed. I ran inviting, provoking fingers down my belly and over the long, meaty slit running far down between my thighs, diddling with the fur-trimmed pocket, the fat lips, the sprouting clitty. If I could successfully take a horse, I certainly could take his. To have this great prick blast its way into my feminine furrow was something forbidden that I had desired for a long, long time.
Often, as I had lain in bed, wriggling my muff against my own fingers, I imagined this entering my soft belly. Rubbing my clitty with my fingers, I would toss for hours, wanting him, letting him tease that lovely cock of his against the lips of my sex, caress my joy-button with it, then drive it all the way into my cunt. I wanted that. It would be heavenly. I wanted to see him the way he was right now. On fire with lust to get it into me!
My heart leaped as I eyed his wickedly shaped tool. I shuddered at the mere thought of what so large a prick would do to my well-used sex chan nel. Breathing ecstatically, I readied for his ferociously thick phallus. I would have a grand old time getting that pussy-wrecker inside me. I lay back, beckoning him toward me. He slipped the knob of his gigantic cock between my shivering thighs, allowing it to nestle up against the smoldering meat of my sex. I liked the way it felt, so solid and hot, its slow throbs sending little tingles all over my body.
He jammed his burly cock into my jerking notch, pushing down on me, forcing his prick into my aperture. As I felt my delicate flesh being split apart by his immense ram-rod, a cry of agony escaped from my heaving breast. "Ooooooeeeee! It's big ... so big," I gasped. "It hurts ... it's too big ... you're too big ... Oooooooh-noooooo! ... I never had a man like you before ... Be careful ... Pleeeeeze!...."
He was so strong, so priapic, that I was sure he was going to tear me in half. He was so large, compared with any other man I had fucked, that I was almost insane with the thoughts of the gratification he was going to give me. He was hurting me. His cock was so stout. Yet I wanted him to hurt me. I was discovering what it was like to be a woman being hurt and punished by a man's prick.
His bloated cock lay deep in my belly. His merciless pushing and pulling and heaving and tossing was killing me. I screwed my cunt up and down the hot thick pole in a way I never did before. I pulled my knees back till my thighs rested on my abdomen, giving him more opening, wanting to get all of his swollen tool into me as far as it was humanly possible. His evil eyes gloated over me. He knew he was able to turn me into a crazed fiend as he listened to my lustful moanings as I reamed myself up and down his axle. My wet fleshy cunt lips were wafting out the brain-wheeling fragrances of an overheated woman. My erect clitoris jabbed him in the groin each time I lunged up at him. I was fully aroused and expanded.
The movement of his prick in my luscious membranes caused my cunt muscles to spasm, gripping, gripping, as the increasing tempo inside me became a fury. I responded with a fullness and completeness I had never known before. We were tuned into each other as no two other mortals had ever been. I writhed with a squirming motion, almost screwing his prick off, lifting my buttocks to greet overwhelmingly each of his thrusts.
His whole weight was on me, pressing down on the tumbling of my large, fleshy breasts, as he fucked me greedily. I gargled words: "Give me best fuck-I-ever-had-!"
His body bucked and humped in the greatest of enthusiasm. Carried away by such lustful desire for me, he was soon on the brink of his volcanic orgasm. I knew it was coming when he plunged his awesome prick as deep inside me as it could go, at the same time gripping my buttocks with his hands, mashing my loins tightly against his. Gasping, I let my body become a receptacle for his furious waste. Our double excitement had us jerking with pleasure and writhing and squirming in each other's locked arms.
The filth from his balls that rocketed inside me seemed to fill and flood my entire abdominal cavity. There seemed no end to the puking of his pollution as he squandered his guts. I had half-expected it to be like warm. It was not. It was hot. Hot as hell. Hot vomits of thick mush that came from every bestial, prurient, salacious, and rutty urge he had ever had. In this one frightful unloading of passion he was giving me all he had saved for me in a lifetime of illicit desire. Our bodies fused and melted together in a cauldron of lust.
Our linked, limp bodies lay twitching together, our sweat cooling in the night wind. I had fainted. Coming out of it was lassitude, my heavy-lidded eyes sought the face above mine. His eyes were dead, drained of all lewdness.
I had to speak. "Who am I?"
The sound of his voice aroused a new terror in my bones. He was no stranger to me!
"You are Ishtar the heaven queen, the sensual goddess of love and sex and all the unpredictable emotions which shape men's lives. You are the Earth Mother, the source of fertility. You are the queen of darkness, the unseen power that disrupts and destroys. You are Astarte in Phoenicia, Isis in Egypt, Artemis in Greece, Diana in Rome, Mama-Quilla the moon goddess of the Incas. You are raw sex, the patroness of prostitutes. You. are both good and evil, embodying hope and despair. You are the mystery of life, of woman's fickleness, and of the animal passion of sex and procreation."
I knew him, and didn't know him. The smoke made my head swirl, and I thought at first it was Dr. Janus, and then it looked like my father (Oh God, had I been away from home for so long?) and then I thought it was Astrid. I didn't know. I started to cry, and to shake. I started to moan and shiver. And then I had spells of blackness, and it was night.
Somewhere I heard a siren. I thought of the cops first, the pigs. But that couldn't be! I was safe in church!
Red lights were flashing, and I didn't know whether it was in my mind or if it was real.
It was cold.
* * *
Still cold. I am drifting now. There is a white room around me. I am in bed. There are people. And then it is dark and lovely again.
* * *
Gone. They are all gone. I am alone and it is cold, but there is someone with me, fucking me. I feel his cock in my cunt, feel him moving his ass, pounding through my body. I am being fucked! I love it. I love fucking.
But there is no one here! And then I scream!
* * *
I don't know who told the cops. The pigs have got me, and have had me since the initiation. I could cry. I suppose this means that I won't become a member of the commune now, will never be able to join the Children of Aquarius. And all because of the lousy, stinking fuzz!
They called my folks, and I am told they are coming for me. But it won't do any good. The cops have made out like I was some sort of victim. I am not going to tell them differently. Because I am going to go back to the commune. I am going to go there. And when I want fucking, I will fuck. Anybody. Anything. They have a lovely world!
