It was cool. A gentle summer breeze played with the leaves on the big eucalyptus trees that lined Mulholland Drive as Roger eased the Lincoln Continental to the side of the road, set the emergency brake, and pulled Denise to him. In the dim light of the moon she accepted his lips eagerly, purring and parting her legs as he kissed her breasts through her blouse and stroked her dampening mound through her panties. In a moment they parted and, smiling, Roger said, "You sure you won't get jealous? This party's going to get pretty wild."
"I've never been to a sex orgy, but you know I'm game for anything. Just watch out for yourself. When you see two guys slipping it to me, how are you going to like it?"
Roger studied her. In a way, she was right. He didn't know how he would feel under those circumstances. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever known and she did everything right. That's why they planned to be married. In bed, she was a skilled courtesan who satisfied every need and desire he had ever imagined. In public, she was a showpiece-poised and every inch unstudied perfection. He wondered why he was bringing her to Gene's and Rita's orgy affair. He wondered if she wasn't too good to share. It was her insistence that this party would provide some kind of proof that they could live the "conventional" married life and still remain "contemporary" that had influenced him.
It began when she had seen the invitation at his apartment, two weeks ago. They had been living together only a little more than a month, but already Denise had displayed a tendency to snoop. The invitation had shown a picture of a house falling apart, along with the words: BRING YOUR THING TO RITA'S AND GENE'S FOR A CRAZY WEEKEND. FRIDAY, JULY 10, 8:00 P.M. UNTIL???
Roger had told Denise that it was merely an invitation to a party he didn't particularly want to attend, but she had pursued the matter persistently and finally he had given in because, as she said, "Now that we're living together, don't you think I should .meet some of your kooky friends?"
So here they were-listening to the music and the laughter of the party wafting up the steep driveway from the house below.
In her own special way, Denise deftly unzipped his fly and began stroking his throbbing erection. "Ummm," she said, fondling his cock affectionately, squeezing and stroking. "I don't see why we can't prime ourselves for what lies ahead. Just a teensy weensy taste? What's really going to happen here, anyway? Will there be boys with boys and girls with girls, or what?"
Her head was in his lap then, engulfing his penis with her wet-warm mouth. He put his head back on the seat and palmed her cheek as she tongued the head of his prick, then moved lower, settling into a rhythm that nearly drove him crazy with pleasure. Still, he knew he had to save himself. He stopped her finally, then unhooked her bra, removed it, and tossed it in the back seat. With one hand, he slid his finger beneath her panties and gently ran it up and down her dripping cunt, then fondled her juicy clit while his mouth nibbled at her nipples, tantalizing them with his teeth, the way she liked it.
Now it was her turn to call a stop. "Roger, Oh, Roger... please stop. You're right. We- we better save ourselves."
They both sat there for a moment, panting.
"Seriously," she asked again, "what do they actually do at these parties? You've been here before. What happens?"
Roger found Denise's attempts to probe his past and her complete candor slightly unnerving at times. He had been only to two parties at Gene's and Rita's and, somehow, he resented the implication that he was an orgy expert. Deep down, too, he didn't know how he would react when other men began touching and tasting Denise's precious body. He was violating the cardinal rule, he knew-yes, violating the unspoken orgy code-but he could not help thinking that Denise was his own special possession. Somehow, the secret and delicious things they did together, he yearned to keep all for himself. But she had insisted on coming, and what the hell? It was totally impersonal, wasn't it? It was the going thing. Everybody was going the sex-swap route. Grow up, he told himself.
"Well, it's mostly heterosexual," he said now, in answer to her question. "Sometimes girls with girls," he said, "but I've never seen guys making it with each other."
He didn't tell her that their hostess, Rita, sometimes took a liking to a girl-particularly one who had never had lesbian experience-and delighted in indoctrinating her. He hoped Rita didn't pick his Denise, but Gene and Rita Rawls were capable of anything and, judging from the weird invitation, the party promised to be different in some way or other. There you go, he thought again, you're acting like some kind of naive prude.
Gene was a builder-a washout in college. Roger had met him in college. Now, lean and trim, it was the height of irony that he made an enormously successful living building houses entirely by himself. Except for touches, like plumbing and electricity, he constructed high-priced residences, perhaps only two or three houses each year, but the profit he made earned him far more than the average, upcoming executive, and his living standard proved it. He had lovely Rita, too, a true sex bomb with a fantastic body and haunting, green eyes, for his wife.
Roger caught Denise by the wrist as she made a grab for his crotch again. "No you don't!" he said. "We'll never get out of the car! You and Rita are two of a kind. Come on, let's go to the party."
Denise giggled. "Whatever you say, master. I just want to get firsts-before all those sex-crazed broads start grabbing and munching on your lovely cock. Don't you want to nibble on my pussy a little? Don't you think we should get primed some more?"
"Primed!" Roger exclaimed. "I'm one big, sticky mess now! Besides, with this gang you won't need it. Priming will be totally unnecessary, I assure you." He got out and opened her door.
"Killjoy," she said, pouting, her taffy blonde locks in slight disarray as she stepped onto the gravel.
As they went arm in arm down the steep driveway toward the sounds of merriment, what Roger had suspected about the party seemed to be true. The large, two-story house in which Gene and Rita Rawls lived was in darkness, while the smaller, shacklike structure in back was brightly lit. Almost a year ago, Gene had told him of his plan to have a housewrecking party someday. It would be, Gene had said, a tribute to the fact that he had "made it" without the necessary qualifications to be an architect.
When Gene had first begun building houses, he had bought this huge lot here in the Hollywood Hills and built a small, temporary house for himself and Rita to live in while he worked on the main house. Now, with a fat bank account and the huge, main house completed, he obviously intended to make good his original plan. The now-flush couple were undoubtedly throwing this party to tear down the old, temporary house.
Pastel lights played on the exquisite landscaping and a huge, kidney-shaped swimming pool as Roger and Denise made their way to the smaller house in back. Roger knocked on the door. In a moment the door flung open and Rita, wearing bright purple pants and nothing at all on top, screamed a greeting through the blaring music and the heavy aroma of marijuana.
"Roger, baby! You made it! Hey, everybody -Frank Lloyd Wright is here! Come on in! Help spread the sperm! Spread the sperm, I say! Let it gush! Eager cunts await you!"
Rita cradled Roger's head briefly against her bare breasts, then, holding a very short and smoldering joint daintily between her thumb and forefinger, she turned to Denise, inspecting her from head to toe. "And this delectable thing with the nice tits," she yelled, "what is her name?"
Roger introduced her to Denise and they stepped inside, where the introductions continued. The room was alive with couples as they stepped inside-couples in various stages of undress sprawling everywhere-couples smoking grass, drinking wine and embracing passionately. It was early yet. Soon, Roger knew, they would all be naked, writhing, spasming toward sexual fulfillment in every conceivable (and some inconceivable) position their vivid imaginations could conjure up.
One young man lay in the corner, with only his pants off, lying on his back while two girls worshipfully kissed and fondled his pulsing, engorged rod. A third girl lay with her head on the man's stomach, wetting her lips with her tongue, waiting for him to ejaculate into her eager, pleading mouth. At the same time, the man lapped at the crotch of another girl who crouched over his face, as though performing a deep-knee bend, and moved her cunt violently all over his face. She seemed in a trance as she tried to swallow his entire head up into her saliva-wet vagina. At first, Roger could not hear her, only see her pleading mouth forming words, but then the music stopped abruptly and her voice-pitiful with pleasure-resounded through the room.
"All of it... all of it... oh, yes, suck it all, baby... ahhhhh... my beautiful baby's mouth... "
The music started again and Rita redirected her attention again to Denise. "Beautiful, aren't they?" she said. "We should have these parties every weekend." Roger noticed that Denise's cheeks had pinkened slightly at the sight that had greeted their entrance.
"Yes-uh-very nice," Denise answered stoically. Roger stifled a laugh with his hand at her reaction. Despite her claim that nothing would shock her, he knew this scene had caught her totally by surprise.
Rita asked Denise her birth date and seemed delighted that she was a Scorpio. "Ah, a Scorpio," she said, raising her eyebrows and cupping her breasts in her hands. "The sex sign of the zodiac. Marvelous!"
Still clasping her naked breasts, Rita turned and addressed the group. "Dears, the last of the guests have arrived. Now we can dim the lights." She followed Roger's and Denise's gaze to the group making love in the corner. "Yes, they're coming along just fine, aren't they? Soon the nice boy will ejaculate and we can ring the bell! Hurrah! Spread the sperm!"
"The bell?" Denise asked.
"Yes, darling," Rita said. "It's a house rule. The first oral orgasm of the evening gets a bell." She pointed to a large bell mounted on the wall. There was a toy party-type horn, too. "And then, of course, there's the horn. We honk the horn for the first conventional orgasm. You know-like the Academy Awards. Ladies and gentlemen, the nominee for the best oral orgasm by a supporting seductress is-the envelope, please... "
Gene came over then. "Roger, baby," he said. "Better go and get yourself a joint and a party favor. Plenty of grass for everybody, and hammers and crowbars, too-with ribbons around them. There's one with your name on it-over on that table."
Roger led Denise over to the table and found a hammer and crowbar with his name on it. "I guess these are for later," he said.
"What does she mean by 'conventional orgasm'?" Denise asked.
"You know," Roger said. "Fucking instead of sucking."
"Oh," Denise said. "Yes-yes, of course. Fucking."
Just then, Rita began yelling frantically and raced to the bell. "Attention! Attention!" she cried. "We have a man about to come there in the corner. We're about to have our first orgasm of the evening. Attention all!"
Roger followed Denise's hypnotic gaze to the corner, where the girls now increased their tempo and manipulations on the squirming man's testicles and stiff prick. Briefly, the man withdrew his face from the crotch of the girl squatting over him. His expression was of intense rapture. His eyes bulged as he reached up and gripped the head of the girl whose mouth worked greedily on his rigid shaft. He appeared about to have a fit. His head and hands trembled, then his entire body shuddered and he began bucking to achieve his climax. Finally, he stiffened, emitted a long groan and collapsed, panting, spasming out the aftermath while the girl's tempo slowed. At that instant, the girl who had been waiting with her head on the man's stomach pushed the first girl away and took the still-rigid organ into her mouth. She kneaded at his testicles, coaxing, whimpering, the indentations in her cheeks working... finishing up. A third girl then pushed her away and repeated the act.
"Good girls!" Rita congratulated, her green eyes aflame-fascinated. She clapped her hands and others joined in the applause. "That's the way to stay with 'em, girls." She addressed the entire group and clanged the bell. "See, the girls didn't even use a tissue. They stayed right with it. Good girls! Good girls!"
There were scattered cheers and the raising of wine glasses in tribute while Rita continued to spur them on, like a cheerleader.
"Give the girls a brief rest and they'll be ready for another hardy male. Remember, though, they're a team, men. Yolanda, Patti, and Doris like to work together. Spread the sperm, I say. Spread that sperm!" Rita turned to Roger. "How about you, Rog? Want to be next?"
Roger studied Denise, who seemed stunned but fascinated with the activities. "Maybe later," he said.
In a moment, Gene came over and stood beside him. "What a hostess!" he said, beaming in admiration for his wife. "Isn't she great? Listen, Rog, be sure and sample her wares tonight, will you? She's in rare form and, besides, I think she's hot for your prong. Take my word for it, baby. Oh, but just do me one favor and stay away from that brunette, will you?" He pointed toward a beautiful and innocent-looking girl-probably the youngest at the party. "Her name's Greta and she's never seen this kind of action before. Naturally, I'd like to be the first to sample her snatch. Ummmm," he moaned softly, "the things I have planned for her!"
"Sure," Roger said. "She's all yours."
"Say, isn't that Marty something?" Gene said.
Roger saw that he referred to the young man who had achieved the first oral orgasm of the evening.
"I don't know what he's got," Gene said, wagging his head. "It isn't his size, as you can see, but honest to God, all the broads want to go down on him. It's fantastic."
"Maybe it's his angelic face," Denise said. "He looks sort of pitiful-you know, like a sailor just off the ship."
Roger didn't like admitting it to himself, but he found Denise's sudden acceptance of the party slightly disconcerting. Was it his imagination, or were her eyes darting about the room in search of a partner? He guessed that there were sixteen people in attendance. Yes, there were eight males and eight females. The thought occurred to him that if Yolanda, Patti, and Doris continued to work as a team, some male might be deprived. Maybe not. It was going to be a long weekend and anything could happen. In fact, it probably would.
CHAPTER TWO
Everybody at the party began forming groups now-shedding clothing, forming pairs and trios on the floor and furniture, each preparing for his or her particular sexual pleasure. Roger sighted Patti Higgins, college junior he had sixty-nined with at the last party, but somehow he wanted someone new. Besides, she had a tendency to bite cocks, which made her unpopular with many of the men. Denise was busily chatting with Rita.
Finally, Roger's eyes spotted a delectable redhead. He didn't know if it was the dimples just above her smooth ass or her large, dark nipples that turned him on more. Maybe it was the fragrant, almost indefinable odor of lusting bodies that filled the room.
The girl's eyelids were heavy and slightly drooping from smoking grass as her eyes met his. Also, she seemed completely absorbed with the boy's tongue moving hungrily between her legs. Panting, her face contorted from the pleasure the lad was delivering, she nevertheless beckoned to him.
Yes, it was unmistakable. She was asking him to come to her. She pursed her lips invitingly, then sucked on her thumb, shoving it in and out of her mouth to clarify the invitation. So far, it seemed to Roger, the girls at this party were very much partial to sucking cocks. His heart pounding, Roger looked about for Denise. She had disappeared. He went over to the girl with her thumb in her mouth and stood in front of her.
"Hello," he said. "Who's the lucky guy down below?"
She didn't answer, because just then another man came over and turned her so that she was squatting now on her hands and knees. The first man turned, adjusting his position and continued lapping at her genitals while the newcomer mounted her, like a stallion, from the rear.
"Oh," she said, wincing. "Easy, please! I've never had it in there before."
In a moment, the pain left her face and she seemed to enjoy the man's cock plunging into her rectum. Shuddering and mewing then, she reached out and groped at Roger's zipper. His erection burst free and she stared lustfully at it.
"I want it in my mouth," she said. "I want them... I want cocks everywhere. Please, please... in the mouth____"
"What's your name?" Roger asked, knowing it sounded ridiculous under the circumstances.
Her eyelids drooping, her body convulsing in ecstasy, she managed to mumble "Elaine," then dug her fingernails into his buttocks and nearly swallowed his hard-on whole. Roger sank to his knees, braced himself with one arm against the chair behind him, and, with his free hand, began massaging her heaving breasts, rolling her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He watched his cock slide in and out of her full lips while the men, behind and below, thrust and lapped harder. She was getting her wish; she was being probed and manipulated everywhere at once.
Roger saw Denise and Rita then, standing near the rear door. The lighting was dim, but the looks on their faces were puzzling. Denise seemed amused at his animal like thrusts into the girl's willing mouth, but Rita's expression seemed conspiratorial, as if to say to Denise: See, I told you anything goes... even your boyfriend is after all nothing more than an animal... they all are...
Roger found himself hurtling onward and gripping the girl's cheeks tightly, but he wished Denise were not witnessing his obvious pleasure as the tingling waves ran up and down his spine. And then, helpless, unable to do anything about it, even if he had wanted to, he watched as Rita began fondling Denise's breasts.
Deftly, Rita unhooked Denise's brassiere, exposing Denise's twin ivory mounds and began tonguing the erect, pink nipples. Roger felt a vague anger mingling with the ecstatic fury of the tongue working on his penis as Rita grew bolder and began massaging Denise's stomach and sucking her nipples. Then, to his surprise, he saw Denise go bleary-eyed with desire as Rita removed her shoes and slid her panties down over her ankles. Frozen, unable to move, Roger watched Rita take Denise by the hand and lead her out the rear door.
The shock of Denise with Rita delayed his orgasm by several minutes. Finally, though, he felt his pulsing organ swell to the bursting point. The girl's mouth gulped faster and faster, her breathy moaning mounting pleadingly as she clawed at his testicles and alternately tore at the hair of the boy lapping at her steaming vagina. In a moment, Roger was gushing semen into her starving mouth as she emitted grateful, craving squeals.
The man behind her, sensing completion, thrust harder, jarring her entire body as he slammed his hips against her buttocks fiercely. The girl, the man behind her, and Roger all reached their climaxes within seconds of one another. "Yeah, Elaine," the man behind gasped.
"Yeah, baby!"
Roger, still spurting, briefly lost contact with her, his cock flopping out against her chin. She quickly shoved it back into her mouth, trying for every drop as her lovely body bucked involuntarily and wave after wave of pleasure current surged deliciously from her head to her toes.
Roger took a minute to catch his breath, then, with trembling knees, made his way through the naked, writhing bodies to the rear door and outside to find Denise. About twenty yards away, he could see what appeared to be a canvas-covered lawn swing. It was moving slightly, and he was certain he could see feet.
He approached quietly on tiptoe, then peered cautiously around the side of the swing. Totally unaware of his presence, Rita and Denise were in ecstatic embrace, palming each other's breasts, their lips pressed tightly together. Back-stepping, Roger leaned against a big eucalyptus tree and watched, hypnotized at the sight of their lovemaking. Denise still held the panties Rita had removed from her in her hand, which was drooped over Rita's shoulder.
Roger watched while Rita lifted Denise's skirt gently, inched her hand ever so slowly up Denise's leg, and began stroking the burning, dripping crease Roger knew so well. Once again, Roger tiptoed up behind the swing. He could hear the same deep breathing, the same passionate pleas and broken phrases Denise spoke when she made love with him.
"I know, sweet," Rita said, her voice low and lustful.
Roger was suddenly grateful to be alone, for he knew he was being possessive about Denise. He knew he was breaking the code of the sex orgy. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks as conflicting emotions warred within him. Oddly, he wanted to pull Rita and Denise apart, yet the sight of the girls in sexual contact had his member standing erect again, bursting painfully against his tight pants. Just minutes ago, he had come in the redhead's mouth, but already he needed relief... something. He reached down, took his prick out and, in the dim light of the moon, slowly began jacking off as he watched. The night air was cool on his organ.
"Is Roger this good?" Rita asked, her voice still low but quivering now. "Does he really know all the places-all the special places? Does he?"
"No, no-I guess not like-like this," Denise moaned. "Never like this____"
"Does he suck your pussy good?"
"Yes," Denise whimpered. She spread her legs wider now to accommodate Rita's kissing descent and continued whimpering unintelligibly. She was completely out of it and in a trance, Roger knew-a deeper trance than Roger had ever shared with her.
"Roger can't suck it as good as I can," Rita said. "Just relax. Lie back. That's it. Let me show you what a girl's tongue can do, my little Scorpio darling. You want my tongue to make you come, don't you, darling?"
At that instant, Roger despised Rita as much as he had ever despised anything or anybody, but he found himself unable to leave. He had to stay and watch and listen. He stood there, prick in hand, an unwilling eavesdropper with such conflicting emotions he wanted to scream at the starry night.
"Tell me to kiss it," Rita was saying. "Tell me you know I can make you come better than Roger. Tell me! I have to hear you say it!"
"All right, I-I know you can." Denise's voice seemed far away. "I know you can... do it... better. Kiss it... hurry... please... "
Rita tantalized Denise more then, sucking and squeezing Denise's breasts for a few more minutes before she began her kissing descent, all the while working with her hand between Denise's smooth spread legs, working on the nerve center of the eager vagina, intensifying, preparing...
"Oh, hurry!" Denise cried, pumping with her hips. "Please hurry!"
"Yes, love," Rita said. "Yes, Denise." Rita's voice was muffled as she buried her face between Denise's legs.
The squeaking of the swing became rhythmic to the accompaniment of lapping sounds and frenzied whimpering. Rita's long fingernails scooted Denise's rounded buttocks still closer to her mouth along the canvas cushions, and then the whimpers became short, staccato like breath-whines that begged and anticipated.
Roger watched Rita's desperate expertise in awe. She had one hand under Denise's pumping buttocks, moving her palm clockwise in a circular motion. Rita's other hand rotated counterclockwise on top of Denise's pubic mound, pressing her pelvis as her tongue darted horizontally back and forth across Denise's clitoris. Rita's head wagged from side to side that way, dipping only occasionally to take a quick lick up the entire length of Denise's cunt before resuming its sideways motion again on her clitoris.
Finally, Rita's tongue completed its mission on Denise's clitoris and Denise emitted one long... "AAaaaahhhhhhh____" Then Denise's upper body tossed back and forth, her back arched and her head tossed crazily while her hands shoved hard on Rita's shoulders as if to engulf her in her driving pelvis. The breath-whines crescendoed to hysteria. "Oh, Rita- right on it! Right on it! Ohhh____" Her orgasm was a thing of despair-a cry, a wailing, terrifying, gasping scream in the still summer night. As she lay there weeping and shuddering out the aftermath of her racking climax, Rita cradled her head on her shoulder tenderly.
For an instant, Roger thought he was going to be ill. Could he ever hope to duplicate Rita's skill? Could he ever take Denise to the heights of ecstasy she had just experienced? He didn't know. He just felt ridiculous standing there with his prick in his hand. He resisted a sudden urge to run and stand in front of them, assert his superiority, and come all over both of them.
"Yes, Denise," Rita was saying. "I understand. There, there. Rita understands. Don't fight it. It just happened. That's all. And it will probably happen again. You musn't feel guilty, my little Scorpio. You Scorpios are the sex sign of the zodiac, you know. You require special treatment, unique ecstasies. I've done something for you that no man can do for you- ever. You know that, don't you, darling? Now just rest awhile. Nobody has to know."
Rita had gone beyond participating in a casual orgy, Roger knew. It was almost as though she were attempting to establish a permanent relationship with Denise. For an instant, he wanted to get a crowbar and attack her. No, he was being ridiculous again. He had brought her here, hadn't he? And then Rita's conversation brought still greater confusion. Roger could not believe his ears.
"Oh, you want to do me, too," Rita said. "Good, I want you to. Ummm, that's nice, darling. That's it. That's it. A little higher. Oh, you are my little Scorpio darling, aren't you? See, you have desires and talents you never dreamed existed... that's it... that's it... "
"Very interesting, huh?" a voice said from behind Roger. He turned, startled. It was Greta, standing perhaps only a yard behind him. Ray was right. She was easily the youngest and most innocent-looking girl at the party. Roger didn't know what to do with his prick, so he stuffed it back inside his pants somewhat unsuccessfully.
"How long have you been here?" he whispered.
"Long enough. Are you a-what do they call it-a voyeur? I mean-do you get your kicks watching people make love?"
"No," he said. "Not usually. I-I brought Denise-that girl there-to the party. We're- uh-good friends. Where's Gene? I think he wanted to talk to you," Roger said.
"I know. Come here, would you?" she asked. She took him by the hand and led him to a lounge chair, some twenty yards away. It was a secluded area, surrounded by big trees which blocked their view of the house and the swing where Denise and Rita still made love.
They sat down and even in the semidarkness Roger could see her large, expressive eyes and the curve and swell of her delicious, ripe body. She had long, straight hair-black and shiny in the moonlight-and she wore a tight-fitting miniskirt and a white blouse that buttoned down the back.
"We can talk here," she said. "I have to talk to somebody." She seemed distressed and slightly bewildered.
"What about?" Roger asked.
"This party. I don't want to sound naive, but -well, I've had a few boys play around with me, and since I graduated from high school I've even slept with two men, but it was nothing like this. I-I don't know if I belong here. I've never even had a man-you know-do anything with his tongue to me down there. I'm kind of scared. Do you think-I should leave?"
She was serious, frowning intensely, sincerely asking his advice. "I guess that's up to you," Roger said, suddenly intrigued despite Gene's warning to stay away from her-that he wanted this newcomer for himself. "How did you get here?"
"I hitchhiked. I always hitchhike. That's how I met Gene. He picked me up last week and invited me to this party. He didn't tell me what kind of party."
Roger patted her cheek. She seemed so frightened, so helpless. "Well, you don't have to do anything, of course, but have you considered trying it? Nobody here is going to hurt you, and you might even like it." He gently brushed her bangs back from her forehead, then placed his hand on her knee. His heart beat faster and he felt his cock begin to stir inside his pants. For the moment at least, Gene's request to save her for himself and Denise with Rita did not exist.
"I might," she answered finally, "with somebody alone, if he was gentle. Maybe you could do things to me--just us-and then I wouldn't be so timid about doing things with the others. I don't think I want to do anything with a girl, though."
Roger's cock stood at full attention now. He couldn't believe this lovely girl's request. It was too good to be true. "All right, that might be a good idea," he managed, conscious of the tremor in his voice. "Let's lie down here and look up at the stars."
They lay there side by side, and Roger began kissing and stroking her warm cheeks, running his hands tenderly over her back and buttocks as he spoke. "See, nothing to fear, Greta. You're a beautiful girl and nobody is going to hurt you. It's a pleasant night and I'm going to make you feel good. I like you and I want you very much." He moved his hips slightly so that she could feel his hard-on against her stomach. "See how it likes you?"
"What are you going to do?" she asked, breathing faster.
"Everything."
"What those two girls were doing, too?"
"Umm-hmm. Everything."
"Roger, I want you to do that to me. You know that? I think that's my hang-up. Nobody ever really did it to me."
"Just wait," he said, fondling her firm breasts.
For a newcomer, Greta's response was amazing. When Roger unhooked her bra and let her firm, newly ripe beauties hang free, she urged him to unbutton her blouse and suck them. He did, using all the skill he had ever learned to excite this delightful stranger to sex games. As he nursed the nipples erect, first gently, then harder, her hand found his bulging cock, took it out, and massaged it out with both hands. He was dripping all over her but he didn't care. He worked his hand up from her bare knees under her skirt and lightly stroked her satin-smooth inner thigh before he finally stroked the sopping-wet treasure of her tight pussy.
"That's so nice," she murmured. "You have a nice strong thing and what you're doing, it-it drives me crazy. Are you going to put it in now?"
"You're not with one of your high school friends now," Roger gasped. "There's lots of time. Just take it easy."
Slowly he slipped her panties off, tugging caressingly at the elastic while he told her what he was going to do. He told her how good it would feel and how much he wanted to taste her. Her shoes and panties were off then, and he raised her dress high, scooted down, and began licking her knees, her thighs, avoiding for the moment the young cunt he wanted to devour, inhale. He wanted to drive her crazy out of her mind the way Rita had done to Denise.
She was too new at the subtleties of love to beg, he knew, but he could tell by her heaving, young tits and belly caving in and out that she craved his tongue, really wanted it right in her snatch. He repeated then what he had seen Rita doing to Denise. His hands-one a platform beneath her ass and the other manipulating her pubic mound-worked feverishly as he nuzzled the fragrant cunt. Then, ever so slowly, he allowed his eager tongue to lightly dart about her labia, teasingly, tantalizingly, until his hand beneath her buttocks was drenched with her love juice. He engulfed each lip of her gushing cunt in his mouth, ran his tongue up and down the length of her hot chasm.
Finally, he achieved both his goals. His tongue settled on her large clit and she was transported off into the land of anticipation, waiting for the orgasm she had to have worse than a junkie needs a fix or a lush needs booze.
She was tearing at his hair, gasping in total and utter need for fulfillment. She had to come and he loved delivering what she had to have. He moved his finger to her rectum and wiggled it back and forth, tickling, while he continued running his tongue over her tingling clit.
Her cries rose now even louder than Denise's had, piercing and crashing into the night. And then she went watery, the lubricant gone, and she was lifting his head from between her legs, asking him to stop. She had come twice. Now, sensitive, she could stand no more. Roger crawled up and flopped down beside her, letting her cover his cunt-drenched face with grateful kisses.
"Ummm, God," she panted, "No wonder they like it." And minutes later: "But what about you?"
"That's all right," he said lying. "I was with someone earlier. That's all right. We have a whole weekend, remember?"
"No, it isn't," she insisted, fondling his throbbing cock that had stood rigid and waiting for so long it ached. "Wait a little while. Then I want you to fuck me."
A little while seemed an eternity, but finally she rolled over on her back again and he inserted his cock slowly into Greta's still-mushy but tight cunt. She was lubricating again and Roger reveled in plunging his aching shaft into the hot wet of her. He held her legs up high and watched his prick going in and out, right to the hilt. Then he took it out all the way and, using the love juice from her cunt as lubricant, placed the bulging tip of his cock in her ass. He took a long time easing the head in.
"I don't know if I can," she said, a little frightened.
"Just relax," he said. "In a minute it will be all right."
In a little while, she seemed to enjoy it. Relaxed now, she said, "Oooh, that feels funny- different but nice."
Roger still held her legs high, watching his member penetrate slowly in and out. It was beautiful. He was fucking Greta in the ass in the moonlight and he never wanted to stop. Finally, he could hold back no longer and he drove harder, kneading her buttocks with both hands until he felt his hot load emptying inside this fresh, young beauty.
Finally, when he had regained his breath, Greta said, "I'm glad I asked your advice about the party. You know something? I even came again that last time. It was a different feeling, but I actually came while you were doing it in my rear. And oh, what you did with your tongue!"
Roger laughed. "I'm glad you asked my advice, too. You're the best little fuck I've had in ages."
"Really?" she asked, amazed. "Was I really good? Was I?"
"Definitely." Roger said, then added, "Shall we return to the party?"
They stepped from the cluster of trees that had shielded them from view. As they walked back to the house, Roger saw that the swing Denise and Rita had occupied was now empty.
"Was I really good?" Greta kept saying as they went. "Was I really? Was I? No kidding?"
Roger assured her that she was and asked her not to mention their lovemaking to Gene. She promised to keep it a secret.
For reasons he did not understand, Roger's rage over Rita's and Denise's lovemaking had subsided. When Denise had become the aggressor everything had somehow changed. At that point it had become a situation beyond his control. Besides, she was an adult with the right to do as she pleased, and he realized he had been foolish to overreact that way. Rita had seduced Denise, true, but Denise had welcomed the seduction.
Actually, his own affair with Greta had been no different, except that Denise had been with another woman. Even so, he had come to the party knowing anything could happen. Besides, maybe Denise needed to have at least one affair with another woman. Who was to say?
Inside, Roger didn't see Denise or Rita. The orgy had spent itself momentarily and settled into a lull. Exhausted, people lay sprawled everywhere but four or five were beginning the second phase of the party-assaulting wood walls and ceiling and flooring with crowbars and hammers. Roger found the sight of human beings bashing holes in and slashing at what had once been a house slightly disconcerting. He was vaguely aware that Gene was calling his name, urging him to join in the festivities, as he watched Greta, beaming, join two other girls in conversation on the sofa.
A few of the other guests stirred too and began joining in the wrecking of the little house. In a way, it was frightening. The expressions on their faces were those of people gone mad. All restraint left them. It was as though they had been given a license to destroy and mutilate-take out the frustrations of a lifetime on the small, defenseless house. It was Bastille Day; it was the slaughterhouse; it was modern man gone primitive.
Numbly, Roger made his way through the melee to Gene. "Grab yourself a weapon and wail!" Gene yelled. He resembled an officer spurring the troops on to insanity-waving them out of the trenches in some bizarre war movie.
Confused and ashamed, Roger went over to the wall and vomited. He knew not why, and he didn't care. He gagged and threw up against the wall, in this condemned house, in this century, this night, and he didn't care. Perhaps it was the shock of Denise and Rita followed by the excitement of Greta. He didn't know.
"Don't worry about it," Gene said. He laughed crazily and his eyes were ablaze. "Don't you see? It doesn't matter. What does it matter if you upchuck all over a house that's getting torn down anyway? Tomorrow the wreckers are going to finish the job professionally, but tonight this pad is ours. All ours! Don't you get it? Honest to God, it doesn't matter!" Gene was high-on wine and grass.
Roger began to laugh, too, and then they were both laughing hysterically-an architect and a builder laughing hysterically while crowbars and hammers cruelly assaulted the defenseless house. The sound of destruction and laughter boomed everywhere as Roger saw Denise and Rita enter the rear door. Denise, his beautiful Denise, was a glassy-eyed mess. She seemed dumbstruck at the sight that greeted her. Rita just laughed and" patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"What's the matter?" Gene asked. He saw his wife and Denise then. "Didn't I tell you earlier to pair up with Rita? But you didn't do it, did you? Well, that's the way it is at every goddam party we give. Don't worry about it, though. Some chicks have to get their lesbian thing out of the way every once in a while. Nothing to worry about. Now let's tear this fucking place up, all right?"
Roger accepted a crowbar. Uneasy at firsts he joined in the destruction. But soon he was swinging with all his might at everything in sight -shattering, bashing, battering, laughing...
Finally, everyone sat exhausted, staring at the rubble. A post-orgasmic kind of sadness settled over the house. Exposed support timber, roofing, black paper, and chicken wire, molding and broken glass-all offered proof that a house had been destroyed. It was then that Gene announced the move to his new, two-story house next door, where the party would continue through Saturday and Sunday.
As the group walked the path through the trees to the other house, Roger glanced back over his shoulder. At Gene's insistence, the electrical system of the house had been spared -for salvage purposes-and Roger could see specks of dust and plaster still settling through the broken windows. Walking beside him, Gene said, "Tomorrow and Sunday will be a gas. Reggie will be here then. He's an old guy who doesn't do anything-just likes to watch. And you haven't seen Tina yet, have you? She's too much. We give her a special room."
CHAPTER THREE
The entrance to Rita's and Gene's huge house was impressive, Large stone lions and rubber plants in enormous urns stood on either side of the wide double doorway. Gene led the slightly weary group inside, then turned on the lights and the stereo. Hard rock music-The Mothers of Invention, Roger guessed-filled the enormous room. A ten-stool bar ran along one wall, and a gigantic flagstone fireplace with a copper hood dominated the room. There was thick, red shag-rug carpeting, wall to wall-and through the sliding glass doors the view of the patio and pool was breathtaking. Lighted now, the kidney-shaped swimming pool glowed like a gem in the night.
"You'll notice, ladies and gentlemen," Gene said, assuming the role of a tour guide, "that there are plenty of pads and blankets stacked there in the corner. There are five bedrooms in all-two downstairs and three upstairs-but for those who may wish to sprawl and play, sleep or whatever, the pads and blankets are available for games on the floor. Outdoors, too, you will find the patio furniture comfy and capable of accommodating two or more, people. The pool is heated, of course, and I maintain it at seventy-five degrees. Many of you will wish to form groups in the water, particularly tomorrow. Feel free to come and go as you choose and take your pleasure as you desire. Be careful with your cigarettes, however. Any questions?"
He scanned the group. There were no questions. "Very well," he said, "Rita, if you'll prepare the beverages, I will show our guests around the house."
Rita left the room and went toward the kitchen.
"Follow me," Gene instructed.
Roger stayed toward the rear of the group. Up in front he saw the delectable Greta holding hands with a young college student wearing a faded sweatshirt that bore the name Something-Or-Other State. Roger couldn't make out the lettering.
Their first stop of the guided tour was at the largest fish tank Roger had ever seen. It was filled with tropical fish, miniature submarines, mermaids, deep-sea divers emitting streams of bubbles, treasure chests, and sunken Spanish ships.
"This is the most fantastic place I've ever seen," Denise said, beside him now.
Roger turned. She still looked a mess, her hair disheveled and her clothing wrinkled as she gaped up at the high beam ceiling and the wide, carpeted stairway that obviously led to the upper floor.
"Yes, it's really something," Roger agreed. "Incidentally, I saw you and Rita outside next door-on the swing. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself."
She flushed slightly. "Yes, I guess I did. It was-it was a different experience all right. I had no idea that Rita-"
"I had no idea about you either." Roger again found himself feeling possessive. With difficulty, he forced the picture from his mind of Rita making love to Denise, the memory of her ecstatic and moaning response. "Do you think you'll ever like men again?" He tried to keep his voice pleasant.
Denise reached down and gently squeezed his crotch. "Of course I will. Don't be silly. You're not angry, are you?"
"No," he said, "I just found the scene highly informative." Somehow, her fondling his crotch lessened whatever harshness had been in his voice a second earlier.
"Let's just have fun," she said, redirecting her gaze again to the aquarium that teemed with fish. "We'll have this crazy, wild weekend and then we'll settle back to our private thing, okay?"
Denise was right, Roger knew. That's what they had attended the party for. He turned his attention also to the aquarium.
"These fish are very delicate and require constant attention," Gene was saying. "You'll notice that algae eater-the one with the huge mouth lapping at the glass. He's a most important part of tank life. He performs the specialized role of keeping everything clean. In this community of fish life he is just as essential to life in this tank as firemen and policemen are to human existence. He has a longer, technical name which I never can remember." He laughed. "Notice its full lips and how the others move away."
A murmur ran through the group. There were even a few cheers.
"We call this fish Yolanda," he said, amused.
"Why Yolanda?" somebody asked.
Gene made a low, almost secretive chuckle. "Wait," he said. "Everything comes to him who waits. Let's proceed upstairs, shall we?"
They followed Gene upstairs, then down a long hallway and into a bedroom with a gigantic, circular bed. There was a cordless, battery-powered vibrator on one of the nightstands and various jars of creams and lotions. Over against the wall, by the wide, curtained window there were whips made of leather and other materials and coils of rope. There were dildos, too.
"This will be Tina's room," Gene said. "Anyone is free to visit Tina at any time during the weekend, but you must knock first-in the event she is busy. If she is unoccupied, she will be glad to admit you. If she does not answer, you must wait your turn. As you can see, the door has a bolt on the inside. Any questions?"
"Why the bolt?" Greta asked. "What happens here?"
Again Gene only chuckled. "Think of this room as the room where dreams come true. Male or female, Tina will satisfy any and every yearning or whim you might dream up. I suggest you give any request you might make of Tina considerable thought. She delights in pleasing you, but she tires of unimaginative and ordinary requests. Tina?"
"Yes?" answered an attractive girl who had been standing silently in the room.
"This is Tina," Gene said. "Remember, Tina enjoys making you happy, so let your imaginations run free. Do you have all the paraphernalia and costumes you need?"
"Yes, I think so," she said.
"Good. Good. Let us know if there is anything you need."
"Thank you, Gene," she said graciously. "I shall."
"Tina has been absent for several years. Good to have you back, dear," Gene said.
Roger had seen Tina earlier, watching quietly from a distance at the sex games next door. She was beautiful and reminded him of a fashion model-breasts not overly large; tall and slim but shapely with an almost aristocratic face and bearing. She was a platinum blonde and, Roger guessed, not more than twenty-five or six. Somehow he couldn't picture her wielding a whip or performing in any way other than that of a typical so-called "normal" girl. He would have to wait and see.
"Now, if you'll all step this way," Gene said, leading them from the room and down the long hallway once again. This orgy was shaping up to be considerably different from the past two orgies he'd attended, Roger thought. Of course it had been over a year since he'd been at Rita's and Gene's. They'd had time to refine and improve their sex parties!
Now the party entered another bedroom, much like the previous one, except the king-size bed was rectangular and there were only jars of lubricants and three vibrators-no whips, dildos, or other paraphernalia.
"This is where our sex team, Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, will spend their nights with which ever male they might select. The door is never bolted. Anybody who so desires may watch them in operation if he or she wishes."
The third bedroom, Gene explained, would be open to anybody at anytime except at bedtime when Gene preferred to sleep alone. "At least part of the time," he added, winking, still playing the role of the friendly tour guide.
A chime rang then. "Ah, Rita has the beverages ready," Gene said. "Well, you've seen the place now. Make yourselves at home. We won't be serving meals, but you'll find all the food and drink you need in the kitchen. Let's go downstairs now."
In the living room, they all sat on the pads which Gene tossed on the floor. Then Rita served the "beverages."
"This is a concoction designed to maintain stamina," Gene said. "It's raw egg, skim milk, and wheat germ. Salute!" They downed their drinks, then Gene turned off the music and the lights. Only a faint, rose-colored bulb glowed at one end of the room. "Good night," he said. "See you all in the morning," and he went upstairs.
Everyone snuggled up inside blankets on the floor-some in pairs, trios, others alone. Tina, carrying herself like a princess, along with Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, went upstairs to their respective rooms. Roger found himself under the same blanket with Denise.
"Is it all right for people who come to the party together to sleep together?" Denise asked.
"Why not?" Roger said. "You do whatever you want."
"Good," she said. "I'm exhausted."
"I can imagine why," Roger said. "Rita really did you in, right?"
She didn't answer, and in a minute her breathing became rhythmic as she drifted off to sleep. The moonlight streamed into the room through the glass sliding doors. Everyone seemed to be going to sleep and he wondered why he felt a vague restlessness. He remembered what Gene had said about the algae-eating fish named Yolanda. He wondered if there was any connection between the fish and the Yolanda who belonged to the "sex trio" of Yolanda, Doris, and Patti. Yolanda did have very full lips. Maybe that was the connection. Yes, Yolanda's lips were full and it was some kind of inside joke, he thought.
Then, at first barely distinguishable, he made out the silhouette of someone-yes, he was certain it was a woman because she was naked and he could see her full breasts as she tiptoed into the room-kneeling down beside one of the pads. There was a faint groan from someone, as though he had been disturbed in his sleep, then silence. The figure moved again--to another pad. There came the same kind of groan and, again, silence.
The figure moved that way, stealthily, from person to person, male and female. Finally, in the dim light, Roger saw that it was Yolanda. She was at the pad beside his own now, where young Denny slept. Roger propped himself up on one elbow now and watched Yolanda carefully raise the blanket from Denny, then lower her head to his genitals. For what seemed two or three minutes her head bobbed and Roger could hear wet, lapping sounds. Denny did not move, but lay there passively until Yolanda had finished. Then he moaned, as though in a dream, and turned over on his stomach.
God, she's insatiable! Roger thought, not believing his eyes, and then Yolanda Was kneeling beside him! Ever so gently, she pulled back the part of the blanket that covered him, lowered his shorts, and began applying her tongue to his stomach, his navel and pubic area. Her tongue worked incredibly, like that of a highly trained craftsman, as she lapped, licked, and laved. Skillfully, she pulled his foreskin back and continued her mission.
Then he felt her hot mouth feasting on his semirigid cock, her tongue twirling noisily as she cleansed every pore of his organ. By the time she reached his balls, his prick stood rigid and dripping. She returned to his prick then, until the fresh lubricant was gone, drained dry, then again worked on his scrotum thoroughly. She licked that way expertly, all the way down to his knees before she put her head close to his.
"You're the only one who isn't completely limp," she whispered, jacking his rigid penis. "Shall I finish you?"
Roger felt tempted to say yes, but he forced himself to say, "No-no, thanks. I-I think I'd better get to sleep... uh, thanks, Yolanda."
"Okay then," she whispered. "You're nice and clean now."
She lifted the part of the blanket that covered Denise. Roger caught her wrist. "Why don't you skip her?" he said. "She said she was tired and wanted to sleep."
"That's all right," Yolanda said. "She still needs cleaning. She won't feel it. Please?"
"No, I think you'd better skip her," Roger said.
"Whatever you say," she said. "I have to go. There are others. Good night."
"Good night," Roger said.
Now Roger knew why they called the algae fish, Yolanda. He turned over on his side, determined to go to sleep. Minutes passed and he found himself still awake, inexplicably restless. Damn Yolanda! he thought. Everybody was asleep but him-him and his throbbing erection. The algae girl-Mrs. Clean-had got him all excited again. Oddly, he found his thoughts turning to the aristocratic Tina upstairs. He wondered if she was asleep. Again, he tried for sleep, but he couldn't get the vision of Tina's face from his mind. Such depth! And what did she do that was so special?
He toyed with the idea of waking Denise- even jacking off. No, he didn't want to wake Denise, and jacking off in this house would be like eating bread and water when you were surrounded by steaks! Just then, he sighted another figure in the semidarkness. He could tell it was not Yolanda, but it was a woman. Rita!
Feigning sleep, Roger watched as Rita bent down and nudged Denise. "Wake up, my precious," she coaxed. "It's Rita, dear. Wake up. Shhh. I want you for breakfast, love."
Denise sighed, allowing Rita to help her to her feet. Then, hand-in-hand, Rita led Denise off into the darkness toward the stairway. To hell with it, Roger thought, wondering why he hadn't stopped Rita as he had Yolanda. It seemed pretty obvious that Rita and Denise were becoming an inseparable twosome. Well, let them. Denise had promised they would return to "normality" after this wild weekend, hadn't she?
Right now, all Roger could think of was Tina's delicious cunt going to waste upstairs. Hell, she hadn't even been fucked yet tonight. He wanted her. He wanted to stick his hard-on right in the middle of the mysterious Tina's gushing snatch. He threw the blanket aside, got up, crossed the room, and tiptoed up the stairs.
Going down the hall en route to Tina's room, he heard moaning. He paused outside Gene's bedroom. The desperate pleas he heard were unmistakably those of Denise, and the two other voices were those of Gene and Rita.
"Hold her," Rita said, "while I get this thing on. I'm going to fuck her with this dildo until she can't stand up. Hold her still, I said! Once I get this inside her she'll change her tune. I'll have her sucking you off in a matter of minutes."
"I'm holding her," Gene said. "What do you want me to do, break her neck?"
"She's never gotten fucked with a cock this size," Rita rasped. "You can believe that. I wanted to screw her dog-style the minute I saw her, but I didn't have this little instrument handy and a swing's too wobbly anyway."
"Ohhhh, please don't," Denise cried. "Rita, it's so big. Where did you get it? Please, it's too big."
"Don't worry, honey," Rita insisted. "It'll fit your juicy cunt just fine. There. It's almost in now. Good, now I can fuck you, my sweet baby. You like it, huh? You like this big rubber dick inside you?"
Roger listened while Denise's voice changed from fear and pain to cries of ecstasy. Well, Roger thought, she wanted a wild weekend and now she's getting it. She'll appreciate a real cock when they get through with her.
"Rita, Rita-Oh, fuck it," Denise said now.
"Put Gene's cock in your mouth now, baby," Rita instructed. There was a slapping sound. "Put his cock in your mouth, I said!" Rita screamed harshly.
For just an instant, Roger felt tempted to end their session, but then he collected himself. They wouldn't really hurt her, he thought. They're just giving her a good lesson. From how on, Denise would stick close to him-like a calf with its mother. Sure.
"How do you like it with two cocks in you, baby?" Rita asked. "Pretty soon Gene's going to come in your mouth while I'm slamming it to you with this thing."
"Hey, I'm ready," Gene said. "I'm going off. Yeah... yeah. Swallow it all, Denise... yeah. Slam it harder to her, Rita."
Roger could literally hear Denise's muffled swallowing sounds as Gene reached his climax. It was quiet now, the thrashing sounds and voices silent. Again, Roger felt mixed emotions. He still wanted Denise for himself, but his prick stood out stiff as a stalk of corn.
"Let her rest awhile," Rita said. "Then you can give it to her in the rear. Ever had it in there, sugar?"
"No," Denise said. "I don't think I'd like it."
"Yes you will, sweet. We're going to teach you to like everything. Roger will adore you when we get through. You're learning one thing for sure. When the lights go out, the real action begins. That's when the pros go to work. Rest now, honey. Take a little nap if you want."
Roger shook his head and gazed down at his dripping dick. Well, he had problems of his own. There was the matter of Tina.
Roger made his way down the hallway toward Tina's room. He paused in front of the room Yolanda, Doris, and Patti occupied.
"Damn it, Yolanda, will you please stop it!" a girl's voice cried out impatiently. "How many times do I have to tell you? I just took a shower. I'm clean. Leave me alone, please! I'm clean! Go find somebody else."
"But they're all clean," Yolanda answered, her voice muffled, sad.
"Well then, you'll just have to wait until tomorrow," the voice said again. Roger couldn't tell whether it was Doris or Patti. "Now get your head up from beneath the covers and go to sleep. If you start lapping at me again I swear I'll kill you. I mean it."
Roger stifled a laugh as he moved on. Thus far, as near as he could tell, Yolanda had the most unusual fetish in the group. Cleanliness was a virtue, everybody said, but Yolanda had carried this maxim to the extreme. Yolanda was a human vacuum cleaner. At last, Roger reached Tina's door and, seeing the crease of light beneath it, his heartbeat raced wildly. She was still awake! He knocked softly. After what seemed an eternity, he heard the sliding of the inside bolt, a click, and then the door opened slightly.
"Yes," Tina said, peeking through the sliver of light. "Who is it?"
"It's Roger. Roger Theisen. I-I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd, well, wander around a bit. I noticed the light under your door."
"How observant of you," Tina replied, chuckling softly as she opened the door. "And is wandering around all you had in mind?" Her enormous eyes lowered and fixed on his exposed prick. "Hmm, I must say you certainly do come prepared, and you're circumcised, aren't you? I would have guessed you'd be uncircumcised. No matter. Come in Roger, won't you? I wasn't expecting visitors quite this soon but there are always the hyper inquisitive ones."
For the third time this evening, Roger suddenly felt ridiculous standing before somebody with his stiff prick hanging out. He had completely forgotten the fact as a result of the stimulation he'd received down the hall. To hell with it, he thought, and left his organ exposed and aiming at her like some weapon in readiness. Besides, the sight of her naked body, poised and graceful, her beckoning eyes, and the hollows beneath her cheeks, her somewhat small but perfectly proportioned breasts, and the swell of her hips and creamy texture of her flesh had him longing to have at her. He yearned to devour her, consume her, impale her on his organ and let his balls gush inside her and fill her with his semen.
Finally, he stopped gaping at her and stepped inside. She told him to sit down on the bed and she herself sat across the room from him in a chair, her legs crossed. The fact that she was every inch a "lady" who apparently performed unbelievable sex acts fascinated him -drove him crazy with curiosity. Even now, she sat there with a quizzical smile on her lips and her eyebrows raised questioningly, waiting.
"Why did you say you guessed I'd be uncircumcised?" Roger asked. He didn't know what else to say.
"Oh, I don't know. One develops a sixth sense after a while," she said. "Sometimes I'm wrong, of course. Why? Does it bother you?"
"Oh, no-no. I just wondered."
They sat there, looking at one another for a long time.
"So, have you already decided on something special you would like?"
"Not really," Roger said. "It's just you. I couldn't get my mind off you-what you're all about-everything about you."
"Ah, how sweet. You find me attractive then. Good. I must pay you a compliment, too. You have a magnificent scrotum-truly a splendid set of balls."
Roger stared down at his cock. He still wore his shorts. "You can tell -with my-my shorts on?"
"Naturally. There's a certain swell, a rise beneath the penis that the trained eye easily observes. Take your shorts off, would you? I'd like to study your testicles. Men's balls are beautiful. Sometimes I wish men would run around like dogs-you know, with their beautiful, beautiful little cluster of nuts wagging free in the breeze. Go ahead. Drop your shorts." Roger did.
"Ummm, yes. They are nice. Did you ever hurt them?"
"Just the usual," Roger said. "Wrestling or falling down on something, playing football -times like that."
Tina tensed slightly, leaning forward now, and there was an intense gleam in her eyes that Roger found baffling.
"It hurts when you hit them," she said. "Tell me about it. Describe how it feels. I want to hear all about it."
"Well, it really hurts," Roger said. "I mean I don't think there's anything quite like it."
"Go on," Tina said. She got up and came over and sat down on the bed beside him and began fondling his balls, tickling them, weighing them, appraising them. "I want to hear all about exactly how it hurts and where."
Roger was beginning to feel uneasy. Tina's hands were on his balls. She was talking about pain and there was that weird look on her face. He hoped she didn't think he liked to have his balls smacked. "I didn't come here for pain," he said.
"No, of course not," Tina said. "It's just that the topic intrigues me and also I'm trying to find out what you secretly desire the most. Answer my question, will you?"
"When they get hit the pain goes all the way up here"-Roger traced two lines with his fingers up his abdomen-"to my navel. It's awful. The pain is everywhere."
Tina pondered this a moment. "The best description of testicle pain," she said, "came from a Brazilian millionaire, Jiminez Krutch. Actually, he was German. He should have been a poet. His face contorted in pain and his voice rose -in agony as he described the feeling. I suppose I'll never get a better description than Jiminez's. That's where I've been for the past two years-traveling around the world with Jiminez and his freaky friends."
And then what Roger had feared, dreaded, struck like lightning. Tina's fondling fingers clamped like a vise on his balls for one horrible instant. She let go immediately, but his agonizing cry rose shrill and high and awful in the room, resounding from walls to ceiling to floor as the indescribable pain wrenched the lower half of his body. His first impulse was to knock her beautiful, sick head off with a single, backhand blow, but he restrained himself. Instead, he lay moaning, curled up on the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks.
And then Tina was all over him. "I know," she cooed. "I understand. Tina hurt them, and now Tina will make them feel good. You had no ideas, you see, so I thought I'd try the pleasure-pain syndrome out on you. Stay there. You've had your pain and now you're going to have more pleasure than you've ever dreamed of before. She left the room and went to the bathroom then.
Stay there! Roger thought. As if he could even move! "Bitch!" he muttered to himself. "Rotten crazy bitch!"
She returned and then he felt her massaging the small of his back with a hot, wet towel. When she reached for his balls with the towel he withdrew instinctively. But she coaxed him onto his back finally, assuring him that it was "pleasure time" and that there would be no more pain.
The warm towel did feel good and gradually his pain subsided. Tina applied the towel like a compress, and her head lay on his thigh so that she could stare at his organs as she soothed them. In a little while, her massaging actually felt good. Then she reached up for a jar of cream and applied the cool liquid to his penis, scrotum, and rectum. Next came the portable vibrator, which she applied to his back, then lower, lower, until the buzzing cylinder settled in the center of his rectum.
"I'm going to do something now you'll never forget," she purred, slowly inserting the greased vibrator into his ass as her tongue flicked about the head of his dripping cock. Now, with the vibrator inside him, the warm towel gently manipulating his balls and her mouth sipping at the head of his bulging erection, making noises like a straw when the glass is nearly empty, Roger thought he would go as mad with pleasure as he had before with pain. Every nerve and tissue of his body convulsed and his deep sobbing groans rose involuntarily until they were as loud as his previous shrieks of agony.
She had a way of sucking his shaft, too, that he had never experienced before. She withdrew hot water from the wet towel with her delicate mouth, then, applying her furnacelike lips to the base of his hard-on, worked her way upward in short, jerking movements until she reached the top and released the pressure. Each release of pressure brought forth a groan that Roger could not control. And the vibrator worked on... buzzing... buzzing... doing its work on his prick from the inside while Tina's jerking movements and twirling tongue drove his throbbing member to its own form of insanity in the oven of her expert mouth.
Roger began to see colors-brilliant, bold, rash hues crashing inside his skull, colliding and ricocheting wildly. And then the colors became sounds that became colors again before they exploded in a potpourri of white flame, like Fourth of July sparklers or a welder's torch. He wanted to fuck her, stick his dick in her cunt and fuck her, fuck her, but she wouldn't turn-wouldn't budge-and then he finished and the seed and the root blossomed, ran tickle-gouging up and out and spurting and everything went black...
He awoke on the floor, the bedspread entwined about him. As his eyes slowly opened, he took in the texture of the rug. Then the faintly dusty aroma of the carpet filled his nostrils. He felt totally and absolutely spent, yet more relaxed, more limp and serene than he had ever felt before in his life. He knew then that he had blacked out. With difficulty, he focused his eyes and the image of Tina smiling from the chair across the room came into view.
Fear surged through him-fear and awe and wonder at the power this woman possessed. No wonder Gene and Rita gave her a private room! She was a terrifying amalgamation of all the great whores in history. Had he really wanted her to hurt him? Had she diagnosed some secret, buried need within him that cried out to be hurt-yes, smacked in the balls-so that he might then experience the ultimate orgasm? He didn't think so, but the possibility that it might be true terrified him.
"Hello," he said, not moving, his cheek still against the carpet. "Are you a witch?"
Tina laughed. "I don't know. Maybe. You passed out. I feel pleased when one of my patients passes out."
"Patients?"
"I'm only joking. I do feel pleased, though, when a man comes like that. Best you ever had, wasn't it?", "Unbelievable," Roger said, lifting himself to the bed. "What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me," she said. "I have my own scene. You run off and get some sleep now. I think you'll sleep well; don't you think so?"
Roger nodded numbly, then staggered to the door and made his way downstairs to his blanket and pad. Within seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.
Tina had everything ready now-the mirror behind her and the picture of the naked man with the huge testicles in front of her on the bed. She bent forward, spread the cheeks of her smooth buttocks with her hand, and began sliding the greased vibrator in and out of her rectum. She glanced back and forth from the man's testicles to her own reflection in the mirror until, shuddering, she gasped and lay panting across the bed. Satiated now, she could sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Roger awoke slowly, vaguely aware that he had been listening to a distant, repetitious thudding sound. He opened one eye, focused on the pads and blankets strewn about the floor, then remembered that he was at Gene's and Rita's house. The morning sun streamed through the glass sliding doors and he saw that he was alone in the living room. He heard voice mingling with the intermittent thudding sound. What was making that weird sound?
He stretched, sat up, and looked out onto the patio. Rita's and Gene's house guests sat sipping coffee and chatting amiably at umbrella-covered tables and lounge chairs. He went to his clothing, draped over the chair, dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he had made himself presentable, he poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and went outside.
Before he could even say "Good morning," a giant Great Dane came barking and charging at him. The snarling dog skidded to a halt just inches in front of him, nearly causing him to spill his coffee. Everybody laughed convulsively at his stunned reaction.
"Down, Muff! Down, boy!" a high-pitched voice with just a hint of an English accent called out, and then a dapper, and gray-haired man wearing a tweed suit and a small hat came over and called the dog off. The man was obviously the dog's owner.
"Sorry about Muff here," the man said. "He gets a bit antsy when startled. Reggie here. What's your name?"
Reggie was the voyeur Gene had told him about, Roger thought. "Roger Theisen," Roger said, and they shook hands.
"Come on over and sit down," Gene called from one of the tables. "Reggie just arrived. We decided to let you sleep in. You seemed a little bushed."
"Yes, I guess I overindulged," he said, sitting between Rita and Gene. He looked about the group. Tina was nowhere in sight, but Denise sat some ten yards away with Denny, Greta, and several others. Denise waved, fluttering her fingers and smiling. He waved back. She looked awful. Gene and Rita must have fucked and sucked her all night, he thought.
"You don't want to poop out yet," Gene said. "The party is just getting underway. The weather's perfect. There's no reason we can't do anything we want-indoors or out."
"I made an expedition to Tina's room last night," Roger said. "Good God! That woman is amazing."
"Ah hah!" Gene said, beaming. "Yes, the incomparable Tina. She may be down later, but she rarely leaves her room. We take food up to her."
"Also, I overhead part of yours and Rita's act with Denise. Go easy on her, huh?"
"Nothing to worry about," Gene said. "When she leaves after this weekend you'll have a trained tigress on your hands. We'll see to that." He stared over at the young Greta. "Damn it, when am I going to get my hands on that delicious little cunt?"
Rita bent forward and spoke confidentially. "Maybe we'll take her to your room tonight. I wouldn't mind sampling her wares myself." She straightened up, staring over at Greta's lovely ass bulging beautifully in the canvas chair, and Roger was sure he could see Rita beginning to salivate.
"Say, what the hell is that thumping sound?" Roger asked, looking at his watch. It was a little after 9:00 a.m.
"Those are the wreckers I mentioned last night. They're finishing the job we started. That 'thump' you hear is that big steel ball they use. It swings on a cable and levels the place," Gene said. "Hey, what are you talking about? You, an architect, and you can't recognize the sound of a Tieadache ball' swinging from a crane?"
"Oh, yes," Roger said, rubbing at his temples with his long fingers. "Of course, I'm not myself this morning."
"Better go and get your raw egg and wheat germ, Rog," Rita said. "It's in the refrigerator."
Roger did, and when he returned they all sat sipping coffee, greeting the morning, getting their bodies awake and tuned up for the carnal pleasures that awaited them while the battering "headache ball" sounded nearby.
"I have an interesting program planned for tonight," Gene said, "but I thought we'd just play it by ear for now." He paused, watching Reggie's dog, Muff, circulate among the group. "A thought suddenly occurs to me," he said, excited. "Naturally, Muff there will provide good sport. He's trained to mount a woman or lap her on command. But I have another idea. Those wrecker fellows working on the old house- they're hardy, well-built fellows and it might be interesting to get them over here. Wouldn't you love to watch Tina or Yolanda, Doris and Patti go to work on some naive, unsuspecting guy? Huh? Wouldn't you?"
Rita squealed with delight and clapped her hands together gleefully. "Marvelous!" she cried. "What a simply marvy idea! I can hardly wait!" She jumped up and down in her chair. Roger thought she was going to have a fit. "But I want one of them, too," she insisted. "I want one of those big male-smelling, workingman's cocks all to myself."
"Okay," Gene said. "They should be through before too long. Then I'll invite them here to the house for a cold drink or something."
"How do you know they'll go along with it?" Roger-asked. "Some guys are touchy about being watched when they're fucking."
Gene and Rita exchanged conspiratorial glances. "Roger, you forget I built this house. Do you really think I wouldn't think of that? Hell, in Tina's room and in the room where the three girls are staying I've got so many peepholes you wouldn't believe it. Those rooms might as well be a sieve! Why do you think Reggie comes here? Anybody can watch an open orgy, but it's more fun watching them when they don't know they're being watched, right?"
"Yeah," Roger said, making an ape face. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He watched Muff then. The enormous dog seemed to be restless, waiting. He kept drooling and looking at his master, Reggie. Apparently he sensed impending action because his pink erection was beginning to peek out from its furry sheath and he emitted little impatient whimpers from time to time as he eyed the legs of the females in attendance. Twice already, Reggie had found it necessary to reprimand the dog for sniffing crotches. The beast's technique was straightforward but startling to his unsuspecting victims.
He would approach-either from the front or rectum of his prey until Reggie called him off. Except for these brief, disconcerting attacks, however, Muff was an altogether well-behaved and admirable animal-particularly under the circumstances. For a highly specialized and sex-oriented dog, it was unquestionably a confusing situation.
Roger was suddenly aware that of all the females present, only Rita wore a pant suit. The rest wore skirts-most of them miniskirts.
Reggie came over then. "Gene, I'm afraid I can't restrain Muff indefinitely. He needs release fast. The scent of pussy is driving him crazy. Whom do you suggest?"
"Well, let me think," Gene said, scanning the group, fondling the deep cleft in his chin. "None of the girls are wearing panties, of course, so they're all equally in readiness. Perhaps Elaine. Yes, Elaine tends toward the exhibitionist more than most."
"Fine," Reggie said. "Let me take Muff inside and warm his nose a bit. I'll be right back."
"Good," Rita said, "I'll prepare things here in the meantime."
Reggie called Muff and they went into the kitchen.
"Attention, everyone," Rita called, standing up. "The activities for today will begin in just a few minutes. Muff can't hold out any longer, so he'll be first on the program. Elaine, when Reggie returns with our canine guest you will be his partner. For you newcomers, we have selected Elaine because she has been here before and knows what pleasure Muff can deliver. I assure you that there is nothing to fear. Muff is very gentle and efficient, correct, Elaine?"
Roger detected a distinct frown on Elaine's pretty face. She didn't look like the same girl who had lapped greedily at his organ just last night while two other men assaulted her rectum and vagina.
"If you don't mind," Elaine said, "I think I'd rather watch. Maybe later. It's a bit early, you know."
"Nonsense, dear," Rita said. "The dog shows a distinct preference for you and he does a magnificent job, doesn't he?"
"Yes, yes," Elaine said. "I certainly don't have any complaints about his skill, but-"
"-Ladies and gentlemen," Rita interrupted as Reggie came out with the eager Muff, "I present the incomparable Muff. Please, will some of you help Elaine disrobe? Muff is waiting."
Two of the male guests stripped Elaine, then helped her place her legs astride the arms of her chair. The pink vertical crease of her cunt made Roger's organ stir inside his pants. He had seen a movie once in which an animal first lapped a female's genitals, then fucked her, but he had never seen the act 'live." Everyone was looking back and forth from Elaine's waiting pussy to the salivating, tail-wagging Muff who strained at his master's hold on his collar.
"Gene," Reggie said, "would you get me some beef broth?"
"I forgot it."
"Certainly," Gene said, hurrying into the house. In a moment, he returned with an open can. "It's not real warm," he apologized, "but it's room temperature."
"That will be fine," Reggie said, crossing with Muff to Elaine, whose position resembled that of a patient undergoing a pelvic examination. Reggie then applied the beef broth to each of Elaine's ivory breasts, rubbing the tangy aromatic juice into the pink nipples and then down over her voluptuous stomach and navel to her beautiful twat.. Roger glanced about and noticed several hard-ons bulging inside the men's pants. The approaching scene would be fascinating, but he guessed that these men, like himself, envied Muffs upcoming meal.
"There," Reggie said finally. "You'll notice," he said to the group, "that I stopped applying the broth short of the vagina. This is intentional, since I wish Muff to prepare Elaine adequately before he reaches the true goal he has in mind. Unfortunately, animals must be forced into foreplay. Otherwise their procreative natures rush them to a premature penetration and orgasm. When the time is right, I will pour the remainder of this broth into the genital area. Not that Muff doesn't savor the natural broth Elaine has to offer-he does. But this is the way in which he has been trained, and he will not move below Elaine's navel until then. It is- you might say-a means of signaling the dog that he may then move to his ultimate goal. Very well, Muff. Titties. Titties."
The words thus implanted in the animal's brain, Reggie led him to the side of the chair and placed his snout on Elaine's breasts. The scent of the broth did the rest. Muff began licking at the nipples, hungrily wrapping his huge red tongue all over the twin ivory mounds. The animal was insatiable as he worked his head up and down, from side to side, lapping noisily as his full erection probed desperately, searching for wet-warm shelter, searching for cunt-heat, but, for the moment at least, met only the rough texture at the side of Elaine's chair.
Elaine began arching her back, giving the greedy tongue easy access to her breasts. Then she grasped Muffs collar, guiding the animal's frantic effort, putting the pressure where she wanted it. With her other hand, she reached down and slowly scooped up lubricant from her gushing vagina and smeared the love fluid on her breasts. Catching this scent now, Muff went crazy, intensifying his efforts until he resembled a foaming, sex-starved beast in the wilds."
His master, Reggie, seemed aroused, too. Reggie's beady brown eyes gleamed and he kept repeating, "Good, boy, Good, boy," as Muff feasted on Elaine's tits. Elaine herself was beginning to lose control. As the animal left her breasts and licked lower, its head still frantically bobbing as it moved over the swell of her delectable stomach, she reached down and parted the dark soft down that sheltered her love chasm. Even from a distance, Roger could see pussy juice dripping down the length of her snatch and wetting the canvas chair. Her pink puckered rectum glistened from the heavy flow of lubricant, too.
For a time she had stared in fascination at Muffs darting tongue on her breasts, her stomach, her navel, but now as the animal's approach to her craving hole drew near, she threw her head back and, eyes rolling, began moaning as her finger massaged her drenched clit.
"Oh, that tongue," she chanted. "God, Reggie, tell him to hurry. I can't wait!"
"Just a little while longer," Reggie promised.
Roger watched Denise clenching her fists. She was no longer one of the uninitiated. She stared in frank and unconcealed lust at the sight of this dog reducing Elaine to a sobbing, pleading, shuddering sex slave. Denny's cock was out, too, and the girl beside him gripped it hard, stroking while he finger-fucked her pussy and tweaked her nipples. Everywhere the guests were squirming in response to Elaine's ecstatic moaning. Reggie crouched down on all fours now, staring directly at Muffs fluttering tongue against Elaine's smooth flesh.
"Let him have it," somebody cried. "Let him lap her cunt."
"Yes, yes," others joined in. "Let Muff have her pussy."
Reggie stood up then, grabbed the can containing the rest of the beef broth and poured it slowly over Elaine's stomach. The amber liquid ran down her stomach over her navel, drenched her soft pubic hair and her hand working on her own cunt, then dripped into her rectum and onto the chair. "Please, let him," Elaine pleaded. "Let him lick my snatch, everything. Let him lick and fuck me!"
The moment had arrived now. Muff knew it and trembled all over. The guests knew it too, because neither Muff nor Elaine nor the observers could tolerate any further delay. Reggie still watched, savoring the final instant before his dog would bury its wildly licking snout into Elaine's honey nest. Roger went and stood near Muff and Elaine with the rest of the group. If something didn't happen soon, they threatened to become an uncontrollable mob demanding justice.
"Ladies and .gentlemen," Reggie said, "the moment of ultimate pleasure has arrived." He lifted Elaine's limp wrist from her pussy and held the hand out for Muff to sniff. "Muff," he said evenly. "Muff, eat pussy! Pussy!"
The crazed animal's reaction was instantaneous but, at the same time, gentle. Tantalized and teased as he had been, Roger had expected Muff to attack Elaine's crotch in a frenzy, but instead the dog lapped lovingly, almost reverently. If anything, his bobbing head and laving tongue slowed in tempo. It was as though Elaine's mushy cavern were a shrine and he had come to pay homage to its beauty, fragrance- its taste. Eyes closed, appreciation apparent on the animal's face, he lapped slowly up and down the whole length of Elaine's crotch, from her tailbone to her clitoris.
Muffs sudden tenderness had a calming effect on Elaine, too. She still clutched Muffs fur behind his neck in both hands, but she ceased thrashing and her moaning grew quieter, her sounds longer and drawn out. She raised her knees still higher up toward her shoulders now to permit Muff access to every inch of her sensitive areas, particularly her rectum. Slowly, she moved her knees, riding with the nerve-tingling tongue, like a jockey. As she moaned, Muff moaned with her-no, not a moan but a low growl of happiness.
Reggie's face was not more than six inches away from the point of contact and Roger watched the man as he wet his lips with his tongue in rhythmic accompaniment to his dog's grateful strokes.
"Top, boy!" Reggie said suddenly. "Top!"
Without a second's hesitation, Muff began concentrating his efforts solely on Elaine's clitoris. His head moved faster now, horizontally, wagging back and forth with such speed that the sound of saliva against clitoris became one long sound, like a musical note. Elaine's jaw went slack as she reached a climax. Her entire body heaved violently.
"00hhhhhh," she wailed, pushing Muffs head away briefly.
"Hold, boy!" Reggie commanded.
Muff sat back on his haunches, his big pink dog-cock still rigid, its pointed tip dripping onto the flagstone patio. Roger saw the innocent-looking Greta openly masturbating. Her hand was under her skirt and moving rapidly against the top of her slit. Roger went over to her, withdrew her hand and replaced it with his own. He began massaging her clit at the same speed, moving it fast in a small circular motion, as she had done. It was then that he saw Tina. He did not know how long she had been there, but she seemed fascinated at the sight of Elaine spread-eagle and in a trance while Muff sat obediently awaiting further orders.
"I-I don't think I can come a n y m o r e," Elaine gasped. "Why-why don't you let-let the poor thing-fuck me? He's so-so excited. Let him fuck me."
"Yes," everybody agreed. "Let him fuck her. Let Muff fuck! Let Muff fuck!
Hearing the word, Muffs ears perked up noticeably.
"Very well," Reggie said. "Fuck it will be. Fuck, Muff! Mount, boy, mount!"
Muff had been methodical and workmanlike while dining at Elaine's crotch. Fucking her was another matter. As he mounted to penetrate, to probe into the cunt-heat he so desperately craved, he shuddered, shook, spasmed. Every strand of fur on his body vibrated as though charged with electricity as he thrust in an effort to make entrance. Finally, Elaine herself reached down and guided his organ between the swollen, dripping cunt lips into the warmth of her, while Reggie, his face still inches away, watched every move.
With his paws clamped tightly about Elaine's hips, Muffs rear pumped at fantastic speed. Then, stepping from nowhere, Tina crouched behind him, reached up and began massaging his testicles.
"You should feel his balls," she said. "They're vibrating in my palm. They're up tight and he's getting ready to come."
"Go, Muff, Go!" the group cried, spurring him on.
Muff needed no encouragement. His tempo increased, sped crazily, faster, faster, until all could tell he had finally completed his mission.
"He did it," Tina cried. "What a beautiful sensation to feel them surging when he finishes. Thank you, Reggie," she said, standing. "That was magnificent." And she left to return to her room.
Roger's manipulation had brought Greta's gushing cunt to orgasm at almost the same time Muff had finished. Now Muff lay with his head against Elaine's breast, resting. Greta sank into one of the lounge chairs and Roger lay down beside her. Everyone seemed relaxed now, resting and staring quietly at Elaine and the satiated Muff. The spectacle had finished and in the center of the arena the girl and her animal lover lay in bizarre repose. The emperor-host, Gene, and his empress wife, Rita, were drifting off to sleep. In fact, everyone seemed on the verge Of taking a nap. The excitement had passed.
Roger listened to the sound of the steel ball crashing into the small house next door, leveling it, and the drone of Greta's innocent snore beside him. The last thing Roger saw before dozing off was Yolanda leading Muff by the collar into the house.
"Come on, boy," she said. "We have to clean you up, boy."
"Come on, everybody. Wake up! You don't want to sleep all day, do you? A forty-five minute nap is plenty. Wake up and let's wail!"
Roger opened his eyes, squinting at the sun. Everyone was stirring, coming to life. The voice was Gene's.
"Listen, gang, I'm going next door and bring back those wreckers. I'll offer them a beer or something. If we play our cards right, we might be able to have a ball. Just play it cool and leave everything to me, all right? Yolanda, Doris, Patti?"
"Yes," the three of them chorused.
"Stay close. I may have some naive, young hemen for you-and Tina too. But let's not scare them away. Remember, participants and watchers stand to gain if we can entice them. Want to come with me, Rog?"
"All right," Roger said, getting up.
As they walked the winding path through the big trees and shrubbery Roger felt good, revitalized. Gene whistled Baby, Won't You Light My Fire? The short nap had done them both good.
"Reggie's really going to get his kicks if we can get these guys over to the house and into the rooms with Tina and the unholy trio," he said. "Enjoying yourself so far?"
"Fine, fine," Roger replied. "Denise seems to dig the orgy scene, too."
"Yeah, I noticed," Gene said. "Don't worry about her, Rog. These sessions are therapeutic. She'll be better than ever once the party's over. You'll see. I used to worry about Rita's making it with chicks, but now I know she's just getting a lot of pent-up desires out of her system."
They emerged from the trees and stepped into a clearing where the old house had stood the night before. Now there was nothing but three piles of rubble, a truck, a crane, a truck for loading, and four men. One pile contained pipe and other plumbing fixtures; another contained parts of what had been the electrical system. The third and largest pile was composed of pure refuse: broken bits of lath and plaster, roofing, flooring. The first two piles would be salvaged for resale. The third pile was useless, and the men now loaded it into the huge dump truck.
"Howdy," Gene called as they approached.
All four men were young, none over twenty-five, and they wore Levi's and shoes only. Shirtless, the upper halves of their firm, muscled bodies were bronze from working outdoors in the sun. Roger envied their physiques.
"Hello there, Mister Rawls," a handsome blond youth-apparently the foreman-replied, wiping perspiration from his brow.
"A little warm, eh?" Gene asked.
"Yes, sir," he said.
"Roger and I were wondering if you fellows might like to take a break-come over and have a cool drink with us by the pool? Oh, sorry," Gene said. "Chuck, this is Roger Theisen. Roger's an architect. He designs the things you knock down."
They shook hands. "Pleased to meet you, sir," Chuck said. And then, "Gee, I don't know. We should keep at it and finish this job up. Still, I am pretty thirsty."
"Tell you what," Gene said. "Why don't two of you come over and take a break while two stay and work? Then you two can work while the others take a break."
Chuck grinned. "You twisted my arm," he said. "Okay, let's go. Hey, Ortega!" he called to a handsome Mexican lad who could not have been more than twenty-two, if that. "C'mon, let's go over next door and take a break I"
"Si," Ortega cried, tossing his shovel aside and trotting over to them.
"Ortega, this is Mister Rawls and Mister Theisen," Chuck said. Ortega smiled, revealing perfect white teeth, and said that he was "most glad" to meet them. Then they all started back down the path toward the house.
"Be back in a while, fellahs," Chuck called. "Then you can take a break. Keep at it."
When they reached the patio, Gene winked and spoke softly to Roger. "Man, are these broads ever going to have a field day. Look at 'em! One blond and the other with coal black hair. And both young, strong, and naive!"
Just then Muff came barking and snarling at the newcomers. Reggie called him off and he went and lay down in the shade again. The guests had changed into bathing suits now and lay basking in the sun. Gene introduced the two workmen to the group and then took Rita aside. "Why the bathing suits?" he asked.
"You said to 'play it cool,' hon, so I tried to make things look normal," Rita explained.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gene said. "Listen, ditch all the towels inside and go up and tell Tina to look out the window and take her pick. She gets first choice. And get Yolanda, Doris, and Patti upstairs in their room, too."
"All right, but why hide the towels?"
"Never mind. You'll see. Now go ahead and put on a skirt!"
Rita began discreetly gathering the towels while Gene went inside to get beers and Cokes. He came out and passed around the refreshments. Both Chuck and Ortega took beers.
"Say, would you fellahs like to take a swim?" Gene asked.
"Yes, sir," Chuck said. "Sounds mighty good, but-but I don't have a suit."
"I have no swimsuit either," Ortega said.
"No problem," Gene assured them. "We all skinny-dip here. When you finish your beers just toss your clothes in one of those chairs and dive in. That's why we live in the hills."
Both men stared at each other, then at the girls lolling on the patio, then at each other again. Rita returned now, wearing a miniskirt as instructed. Gene turned his face from Chuck and Ortega as he spoke to her. "Now sit over there in that chair," he said. "Keep your knees up so they can get a nice view of your beautiful cunt. We'll have them hornier than hell in no time flat."
"Okay," she said, "but tell Reggie to keep that cunt-eating pooch of his away from me. Elaine may want to have puppies, but personally I don't like dog dicks in my snatch."
"Go on," Gene commanded.
Rita took a chair not ten feet away and, assuming a nonchalant air, sat with her knees up as she stared out at the landscape. Her pose was perfect, Roger thought. Her legs were far apart, but not so widespread that her pose looked intentional. The view of her cunt lips, the tousled ringlets framing her inner pleasure palace, and the tiny eye of her asshole, was enough to raise any man's rod. Roger felt his groin tingle at the delicious sight of the rounded "W" of her fuck zone mounted as though on a pedestal, ready and waiting for tongue or penis to slip inside it there on the sagging canvas chair.
Ortega was the first to spot Rita's inviting twat, and his reaction was something to see. He blinked, not believing his eyes, and his mouth fell open as he swallowed hard and nudged Chuck with his elbow.
"Yeah, what is it?" Chuck said loudly.
Ortega winced, shooshing him and trying to look casual as he gestured in Rita's direction with his head. He kept pointing his head in Rita's direction and grimacing with bulging eyes.
"What the hell's wrong with you, man?" Chuck said. "You got gas or somethin'?" He took a long sip of his beer.
Again Ortega shooshed him and again he wagged his head in Rita's direction. Ortega was getting frantic now in his effort to communicate his amazing discovery. It was all Roger could do to keep from laughing out loud.
And then, at last, Chuck's eyes glanced at what poor Ortega had been attempting to show him. Chuck's reaction resembled that of a whale spouting. He exhaled as though sneezing and his full mouth of beer whooshed out over the patio, misting like a geyser in the sunlight. Then he began choking, choking, while Ortega patted him on the back.
Through all of it, Rita remained motionless, staring at the pool in quiet concentration. Everybody, it seemed, knew nothing that might have caused such a reaction. The boy had merely swallowed beer "down the wrong pipe."
"Beer too cold?" Gene inquired.
"No... no... it's-it's all right," he managed, still choking and still glancing at Rita's pussy to be sure he hadn't seen a mirage.
Gene gestured at Roger and they both went over to Elaine who sat by Denny, Greta, and Denise on the concrete.
"What are you doing to those poor kids?" Denise asked.
"Never mind," Roger said, winking. "You'll see. Wait."
"In a minute," Gene said, "I want the three of you-Elaine, Greta, Denise-to slip out of your suits casually and go for a swim."
"Do we have to?" Denise asked, her voice childlike.
"Look," Roger explained, "this is all part of a carefully laid plan. You have to do your part. Do as Gene says. Wait a minute, then strip and hit the pool."
Roger followed Gene back over to Chuck and Ortega who now made no effort to conceal their interest in Rita's gaping cunt. Ortega's pants were wet in front, and there was a distinct bulge at both of their crotches.
"Shall we take a swim?" Elaine said, standing up and removing her halter.
The three of them-Elaine, Greta, and Denise -then slipped out of their suits, pulling their suit bottoms tantalizingly down over their knees and ankles until they stood stark naked in the sun. Denise closed her eyes, savoring the sun's warmth as she stared up at the sky and cupped her milk-white breasts in her hands. Not to be outdone, Elaine did a slow, deep knee-bend, warming up for exercise presumably, and ran her hands along her smooth inner thighs. Even the newcomer, Greta, bent over and fiddled with her toe for an unusually long time to give the boys a splendid view of her perfectly rounded ass and just a glimpse of cunt hair.
Roger shook his head. His Denise had certainly come of age, he thought. Both she and Greta were performing like burlesque queens- rivaling even the veteran, dog-fucked Ellaine. All three girls slipped into the water now, giggling. Then Denise began a slow backstroke, her delicious tits jiggling wet and shiny in the sunlight, while Greta kept surfacing and diving deep, each time exposing more of the inviting cleft of her butt that Roger had sunk his shaft in only last night. The aqua-sex display continued and Roger found himself yearning once again to fuck Greta's lovely rear.
"Look at 'em," Gene said quietly.
Roger followed Gene's gaze to Chuck and Ortega, both of whom had ceased gaping at Rita's parted legs now and instead concentrated on the naked girls in the pool. It was odd, but they were resembling more and more the Great Dane, Muff-looking exactly the way the dog had looked before Reggie had given him the order to lick Elaine's quiff.
Two things triggered the boys' decision to swim nude. First, exhibitionist Elaine got out and stood bouncing on the diving board, her huge milk-melons ballooning in the breeze for a full half minute. Second, Ortega suddenly noticed the spreading wet spot, now the size of a grapefruit, at the crotch of his Levi's. Embarrassed, he turned away slightly and said to Chuck, "Maria! I am a fountain. Let's swim!"
Chuck saw what he meant and gave him no argument. Then both men shed their shoes, shorts, and Levi's and dived into the blue water. As they raced toward the naked girls at the far side of the pool, Roger saw that they were both good swimmers. Gene stood watching, looking pleased, like a general observing his troops efficiently carrying out his strategy.
The boys seemed somewhat uncertain as they joined the girls who clung now to the side of the pool. Their instincts obviously dictated one thing-the touching of breasts and vaginas-but the social circumstances suggested restraint. Gene obviously enjoyed their frustrating dilemma as they chatted harmlessly with the girls while, at the same time, they ached to touch, to mount, to send their sperm shooting into the cunts of the naked, giggling females.
"Do a dive," Elaine said to Ortega. "Can you do a swan dive?"
The eager-to-please Ortega hesitated momentarily, glancing over his shoulder at the group on the patio.
"Go ahead, Ortega," Gene called. "Yes, show us a swan dive."
Roger thought of the legend of Leda and her swan lover as Ortega lifted himself from the water, his muscles glistening as he climbed onto the diving board. He walked to the end of the board and sprang, testing it, his big uncircumcised, lazy hard-on slapping his stomach above his navel. Reggie came over to Gene and Roger now. "God, that kid is hung like a bull," he said. "Who is he going to fuck? Most interesting-yes, yes----"
"That depends on Tina," Gene replied. "She's watching at the window. I've promised her the pick of these two studs. Don't worry, Reggie, we'll all be at the peep holes watching them both in action in the upstairs' rooms. You'll get to see some sex play soon. At the moment, I'd say Ortega's dong gives him an edge."
"Whew!" Reggie exclaimed in admiration, perhaps a trace of envy, at the sight of the big-pricked Ortega. "Yes, indeed. I should say so!"
Ortega retreated to the rear of the diving board now, stood poised briefly, then paced forward, sprang high into the air, his back arched and arms outstretched. His legs were straight, his heels together, his toes pointed. It was a perfect swan dive, unquestionably. At the peak of the dive, he hovered graceful and taut against the blue background of the sky, the only incongruity his bronze cock dangling from his bronze body.
Somehow the sight of the dangling penis brought a chuckle from Roger. Floating up there he looked a little like a kite with a tail. If Ortega were a modern painting in a museum, the painting would no doubt, be titled: Flying Swan with Big Cock.
Ortega's arms were at his sides now as he pierced the blue surface, barely making a splash. His head broke the water then and, smiling, he brushed his dark hair from his forehead and nodded as he graciously accepted the applause from the entire group of spectators.
"Jesus," Gene said, "that kid can really dive. All that talent plus a big cock! Sonofabitch!"
Ortega swam leisurely over to poolside and clung to the edge next to Greta, who planted a kiss on his cheek. One of her hands left the edge, submerged, and Roger watched Ortega turn slightly to accept what had to be a grope at his penis.
"What about you?" Elaine asked Chuck. "Can you dive, too?"
"Yes," Denise echoed. "Show us another dive." She giggled. "We want to see you-uh-your- your dive, too."
Braced for anticlimax, even disappointment after the dive of the graceful Ortega (not to mention his organ), the entire group emitted a stunned gasp as Chuck climbed dripping from the pool and mounted the diving board. His prick was every bit as large as Ortega's and, even more astounding, he possessed the most enormous testicles Roger had ever seen! As he too tested the board's spring, the great triumvirate of meat slapped ponderously against his thighs and stomach and his wet blond hair glistened like gold. A reverent hush settled over the viewers.
"How about a jackknife, folks?" he asked.
"Anything!" one of the girls gasped. Anything!
"I really don't believe the chap can manage a jackknife with all that cock in between," Reggie said.
"Fine," Gene called back to Chuck. "A jack-knife will be perfect." Then to Roger and Reggie, "Man, I'm gonna get me a job as a wrecker. There must be something about that work that does something to a man. Wow!"
"Don't be silly," Rita said casually. "Most of the girls here probably couldn't even accommodate an organ like that. He'd probably split a girl in two and slap her ass red with his balls. He's fine if a girl likes to get laid and get a spanking at the same time. I tell you he's a-a freak."
Nevertheless, Roger noticed that her gaze never left the sight of Chuck's dangling hunk of bologna as she spoke.
Just then there was a frantic rapping sound. Turning, Roger saw that it was Tina, upstairs, knocking with her hand against the window. He had to laugh. Yes, of course. Tina had seen Chuck's testicles-possibly the largest she had ever seen-and she was going insane. She raised the window slightly and Rita went over to the side of the house. In a moment, Rita returned.
"Tina says she prefers Chuck," Rita said to Gene. "And she wants him as soon as possible -before anyone else. She absolutely insists on firsts."
"Oh, really?" Gene said. "I would never have guessed." He laughed. "Well, Yolanda and her pals don't exactly have a eunuch on their hands, do they?"
Chuck went to the rear of the diving board now, held his hands at his sides, and breathed deeply. Then he made his approach, sprang high, touched his toes, opened again and sliced into the water. He surfaced and, again, excited applause resounded about the pool. When he reached the pool's edge, he too received a fondling reward from both Denise and Elaine. He could barely say thank you as the girls' hands groped beneath the water.
Roger felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Denise worshipping at the shrine of Chuck's monstrous member. It was all right for the other girls, even a little amusing, but somehow Denise's doing it bothered him. Was it because he felt Chuck was more a man than he? Very possibly. But that was ridiculous. He had outgrown his desire to have the biggest prick in the world while still in his teens. He knew he was adequate, but even this knowledge prevented him from totally ignoring the act he was witnessing.
Gene said, "I better stop them before those guys start coming in my pool! Tina and the other girls would be furious." He put his fingers to his lips and made a loud whistle, then waved them to him. "Come on and rest awhile," he called.
The girls' hands showed above the water and they stroked lazily toward the group, the boys right behind. They all got out then and flopped into lounge chairs.
"Say, I didn't know you boys were Olympic-type divers," Gene complimented.
Ortega flushed modestly and Chuck just stared down at the concrete and flagstone.
"Were you really Olympic divers?" Greta asked innocently.
"No, ma'am," Chuck said. "We-we just were on the high school swimming and diving teams, that's all. Ortega here's better than I am. He usually took first and I took second place."
"Half the time," Ortega corrected, grinning.
Both men were making an effort to conceal their genitals from the crowd. Embarrassed, Chuck kept his knee up to block any view of his privates. Ortega, too, had his hands folded in his lap, trying vainly to cover his firehoselike hunk of gristle. Still, they couldn't conceal their lust for the three naked girls any better than they could conceal their semiswollen shafts. When the girls went inside to "dry off," Chuck asked if there were any towels. A slight afternoon breeze was coming up and both men displayed goosebumps.
Gene's eyes narrowed and he beamed. Things couldn't be going more according to plan, Roger thought. First, Gene had stowed the towels in- side and now the men were asking for something to dry off with.
"Yeah, fellahs, there are towels inside." He paused, drawing their heads together as he lowered his voice. "You fellahs did a great job on the house, not to mention those dives you showed us. I've got a little bonus for you-not these girls you were swimming with. They're a little-well, tame. If you'll follow instructions, I might be able to arrange some real fucking for you. What do you say?"
Chuck looked at Ortega and Ortega looked at Chuck. Again, they both had that same look that Reggie's dog had displayed just before mounting Elaine's pussy earlier.
"Sure-uh-what should we do?" Chuck asked.
"Donde?" Ortega asked, sitting up, his dark eyes sparkling. "Where? Where?"
"Go inside and up the stairway to your right, okay?"
Both heads bobbed, nodding eagerly. Chuck's cock was beginning to stick up, peek over the ridge of his leglike some enormous python. Ortega held his rising shaft down with both hands.
"There's a hallway then," Gene continued. "Turn left. Ortega, you take the second door you come to. Chuck, you take the third door. Got it?"
"Right, sure, check," they said.
"You'll find towels in those rooms," he said, winking, "and maybe even somebody to help dry you off, okay? Go now. Go ahead."
Both boys got up immediately, their near- full erections like giant Geiger counters extending in front of them as they crossed the patio and went through the sliding glass doors. Gene waited for a minute or so, then signaled for everybody to follow him into the house. Reggie was right on his heels. When the group reached the foot of the stairway that led upstairs, Gene held his finger to his lips and tiptoed up the stairs. He peeked cautiously into the hallway, then waved everyone up. "All clear," he whispered loudly.
"Listen, everybody," he whispered. "Behind those oil paintings on the walls are special mirrors. To the people inside, they look like ordinary mirrors, but for us they're windows. We will be able to view everything inside and I've installed a sound system which will enable us to hear, also. We'll divide into two groups- half watching Tina and Chuck and half watching Yolanda, Doris, and Patti work on Ortega. It's important that everybody remain quiet. We don't want to interrupt the girls and spoil everything. Also, I request that you stand back from the wall slightly to enable Reggie to move freely from mirror to mirror. This sort of thing is Reggie's specialty and he will probably be moving back and forth quickly. Please do not block him. Reggie?"
"Yes," Reggie said. "Let's get on with it. Let's go!" The dapper little man was shaking all over, Roger noticed.
"You have not had the privilege of watching Tina work, have you?"
"No, may we please begin now?" he asked.
"Very well," Gene said. "Follow me."
Gene first led the group to the large oil painting on the wall of the room Yolanda, Doris, and Patti occupied. "Ortega's in here," he said, reaching up. There was a soft click as his hand released a latch at the upper right hand corner of the picture. Then, guiding the picture quietly, Gene let it swivel on its lower left hand corner until it hung vertically, almost touching the floor. A soft murmur spread through the group at the sight of Ortega, his big hard-on standing out in front of him, and the three girls who were toweling him dry. Gene shooshed the group; then he turned a dial slowly, tuning in their voices.
This was better than television, Roger thought. Gene, the builder, had constructed a sex castle -a voyeur's paradise! Reggie stood right up front with his nose nearly touching the glass. All three girls were naked, too.
"Ummm," the petite but buxom blonde Doris, said, "you have such a nice body." Doris was moving her towel up and down Ortega's legs, occasionally making contact briefly with his testicles and extended penis. Yolanda worked from behind, concentrating primarily on Ortega's lean buttocks, her hands opening and closing the bronze cheeks as she subtly (sometimes not so subtly!) provided anal stimulation. The redhead, Patti, had selected the upper part of Ortega.
"My, your work makes for a firm, muscular body," Patti breathed into his ear, her tongue touching as she spoke. She tossed her towel aside and no longer made any pretense of "drying" the already dry Ortega. Now, her bare hands moved over Ortega's prominent pectoral muscles, gently teasing his nipples erect. Then, slowly, her fingernails moved ticklingly down over his muscled stomach and into his dark patch of pubic hair. She combed with her nails there, still teasing, and Ortega's huge cock jerked even stiffer in response.
The girls-highly skilled specialists really -were certainly taking their time, Roger thought. And poor Ortega! He stood with his arms slightly out from his sides, his eyes bulging, looking confused and a little awkward. He wanted to do something with his throbbing cock, obviously, but he remained passive, not knowing where or when to begin.
It was Yolanda who coaxed him onto his back -pulled at his broad shoulders until he lay on the bed. Then she squatted on the floor before him between his parted legs and began applying talcum powder from his chest to his knees. Ortega's breath came faster now and, uncontrollably, he reached down to relieve his swollen penis with his hand.
"No," Yolanda said. "Let us do it. Let us do everything. Just relax." She reached up then and with her index finger and thumb and pulled down ever so gently on the fleshy gathering of the uncircumcised prick which had begun to drip slightly, and shook talcum powder directly on the dark, .purplish-brown head as she wet her lips hungrily.
Patti lay propped up on one elbow beside Ortega now, still working on his ears with her tongue and running her hand flutteringly up and down his body from his breasts to his upper leg. On the other side, in the same position, Doris duplicated Patti's efforts, her tongue occasionally leaving his ear to lap at his breast and armpit.
Unable to stand it any longer, Ortega began massaging both girls' breasts and tonguing their open mouths alternately. His groans rose higher as his organ spilled forth more and more sticky lubricant. Below, Yolanda licked at his knees and under his knees, her eyes never leaving his gushing cock. Experienced, she was restraining herself from engulfing the sticky, glistening rod in her eager mouth too soon, but it was growing more and more difficult for her. Her hand crept up, despite herself, and kneaded Ortega's testicles to bring forth more of the fluid from the tiny slit in Ortega's prick.
At the sight of his love juice dribbling out she became like a shark who has caught the scent of blood. She whimpered, still holding back, and dug her nails into his buttocks, lust and agony written all over her beautiful, craving face. But her expression was nothing compared to Ortega's. He looked as if he would die if his engorged shaft did not find cunt-heat soon.
"It's going to take the girls awhile to get in high gear," Gene said. "Let's go over and see how Tina's doing with Chuck."
The group ambled over to another painting and Gene again released a latch enabling them to look into the room, then tuned the dial so that they could hear the couple.
Oddly, Tina and Chuck sat across the room from each other, talking. Chuck sat on the bed, a towel beside him. He had already dried himself apparently. His ramrod, which was a good two inches longer than Ortega's, was easily the most enormous organ Roger had ever seen. The reason for its rigid state was easy to surmise, for Tina, sitting in the big upholstered chair, had drawn her knees up under her chin. Totally naked, her position afforded Chuck a magnificent view of her juicy slit. As she spoke, her tone of voice and manner reminded Roger of someone conducting an interview. Was she trying to determine in her own analytical way just what would excite Chuck the most? Very probably, Roger thought.
"... Now that you're all dry," Tina was saying, "perhaps you can tell me why your prick is standing up so straight? Is it because you'd like to fuck me?"
"I-I guess so, ma'am," Chuck stammered.
A ripple of laughter ran through the watching group. Reggie, right up front, quieted everybody. Reggie did not want to miss a single Word or gesture. He wanted nothing to disturb his viewing every nuance of action, every inflection of voice. "You're staring right between my legs," Tina said. "Right at my little furry cunt hole, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Chuck said, swallowing. "I'll bet you hurt girls when you fuck them with that big hunk of meat of yours. Tell me, do you think it would fit inside this?" Tina reached down and spread the lips of her cunt then, revealing the soft pink inner sanctum of her love box, its folds and inviting texture. "Do you think it's pretty? Would you really like to kiss it and stick your cock inside it-let it slide in and out?"
"Oh, ma'am," Chuck pleaded. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way. If-if we can do- something, I-I sure wish we could hurry and do it." His face contorted and he reached down and pressed against his hairy, blond balls as though he were in pain. Tina just sat there, smiling coquettishly and batting her long lashes, her fingers still parting her cunt for Chuck to gape at.
"I don't know if it will go inside, though," Tina continued. "Maybe you should jack off and let me watch you come. I imagine a man with such big testicles shoots out a great deal of sperm. I'd like to see it spurt, okay?"
Chuck buried his face in his hands momentarily, then he stood and crossed the room to her. He took her by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Her eyes were wide, innocent, surprised. She was playing the role of naive little girl to perfection. "What is it, Chuck? Tell me what it is you want. You have to tell me or I can't help you."
Chuck tried to speak but couldn't. Instead, he buried his face in her neck, kissing desperately as his hands roamed her smooth body, exploring with trembling hands every nook and swell of her femininity. "I have to-to fuck you," he said in a quivering voice. "Come here-over to the bed. Come on, quick!"
Tina shook her head. "But Chuckie, I already told you that your prick is too big. You wouldn't want to hurt my little pussy, would you? Maybe we can just play with it a little bit. I certainly do feel sorry for a man with such a big, big thing. Poor boy!"
"No, no," Chuck gasped. "It won't hurt. I promise. I'll just put it in part way. Here." Chuck took hold of his enormous wanger and tried to stick it inside of Tina as they stood there.
Tina shook her lovely head again. "You see -not only is it too long, but it's way too big around, Chuckie. Tsk tsk. Too bad. We could have such fun if it just weren't so-so big!"
"But-but you're supposed to-like big things," Chuck pleaded. "Everybody likes them big. Everybody says so."
"But that's a lie, Chuck dear. For instance, I don't have very large breasts. Do you mean you don't like my breasts because they're just average? Is that what you mean?"
"No! No!" Chuck was yelling now and his body shook grotesquely with desire. "I-I didn't say that. Goddam it, I'm gonna have you. I don't care. You're gonna get this prick inside you whether you want it or not!"
It was then that Tina displayed her skill in knowing just how far she could go with the sadistic game she was playing. It was time to calm him down now so that she could continue her cat and mouse antics-play the fish on her line some more. Tina's finesse, not to mention her inclination to torture Chuck, was nothing short of artistry, Roger thought. Performing like a master chess player, she had attacked and turned what Chuck no doubt considered his greatest asset -his immense penis- into a shortcoming. She was striking a vital blow at the very core of his ego-the universal male ego -and she was enjoying every single second of the game. It occurred to Roger that Tina would probably love to take a man with a one-inch cock and convince him he was Casanova, Don Juan-the world's greatest lover. Her next move was merely a concession-a retreat of one step before taking two steps forward again.
"I suppose we could just let your thing rest between my legs," she said, her voice soothing. "Yes, put it between my legs and let it get wet and warm. But don't put it in!"
Panting, Chuck leaped at the suggestion, grateful for anything to soothe his screaming genitals. Both of them stood with their sides to the mirror. Chuck bent his knees, guiding his elephant-cock between Tina's legs. Just the part that extended beyond Tina's ass was longer than most men's entire cock! Mouth open, jaw slack, Chuck began pumping, thrusting. Tina let him go on that way, the huge wedge of wet shiny meat from her drippings as it protruded beyond Tina's rear with each pelvic lunge.
Only when Tina began fondling Chuck's balls did a look of satisfaction appear on her face. Roger knew that look well. He knew full well that it was Chuck's testicles that she was after. Chuck's balls were easily the size of small apples, probably the largest she'd ever had in her palms, and she was milking them now, groping the symbol of his manhood while depriving him access to the warmth of her vagina. Roger guessed he knew what was coming. For Chuck's sake, he hoped he was wrong.
He wasn't wrong. Suddenly, Chuck emitted a mighty groan-a groan so filled with agony that even the hypnotized Reggie jumped. Then, Chuck's prick went limp and he backstepped, clutching his abdomen, to the bed and collapsed.
Instantly, Tina was all over him, smothering him with kisses. "Tina's sorry, darling. She didn't mean to hurt them. But they're so big and beautiful I-I just got carried away. Oh, I'm so sorry, Chuckie. Honest. Stay here, baby. Tina is going to make you all well again. You'll see. Just a second." She went to the bathroom.
Chuck acted as though he hadn't heard her, so intense was his pain, and it seemed to Roger that he was viewing a replay of his own experience with Tina last night. One thing puzzled him. Gene had indicated that Tina enjoyed pleasing people sexually, not hurting them. Who needed having his balls squeezed, anyway?
"Does she always do that to men?" Roger whispered to Gene.
"No, not usually-only in special cases. Tina possesses a great deal of insight that neither you nor I understand."
"If that's insight, I certainly don't want any more of it. She did the same thing to me last night."
Gene frowned, puzzled. "That's strange," he said. "Maybe I'd better have a talk with her. But didn't she-she give you pleasure?"
"Oh, yes-the best I've ever had," Roger said, "but only after excruciating pain."
"Hmm? Well, maybe she's hit on something big-some universal secret to the male libido." He chuckled.
"You wouldn't be chuckling if Tina had hold of your nuts," Roger said.
"No, I suppose I wouldn't. How long before she makes him feel good?" Gene asked.
"Quite a while," Roger said. "If she holds true to pattern, she'll work with a warm towel and a vibrator before making him get his rocks off."
Gene addressed the group then. "Tina will calm the gentleman for a while before the finale," Gene said. "In the meantime, shall we return to Ortega and the ministrations of our pleasure trio?"
Reggie had been racing back and forth from window to window already. "Yes, yes," he implored, "It's really getting hot over there now," Roger noticed Reggie's rigid tentpole inside his pants as the group moved again to the other sightseeing point. "See what I mean?" Reggie said. "See? See? God, it's beautiful! Isn't it beautiful?" he ranted.
What Reggie described as "beautiful" was a man being driven to near convulsion-to sheer, unadulterated ecstasy -b y six hands, three tongues, and three pussies: Yolanda, Doris, and Patti. Yolanda had not yet taken Ortega's cock full into her mouth as yet, but her tongue laved and flicked about the base of Oretega's organ and testicles, gradually inching its way higher toward the dripping tip while her hands tenderly massaged his balls and teased his rectum. Patti now lapped hungrily at his breasts while eyeing Ortega's tongue darting in and out of Doris's blonde cunt. Doris had straddled Ortega's face and now worked in a grinding motion while the young man clutched her buttocks and gulped noisily up and down the entire length of her snatch. From head to toe, Ortega's body writhed and spasmed, lost in cunt heaven, tasting, feeling.
"Go ahead and suck him, Yolanda," Doris rasped, riding Oretega's munching face. "Go- go ahead and suck. But don't let him come. I want that rod of his in my cunt when it goes off, do you hear?"
"All right... all right... " Yolanda replied, her voice sounding far away as her tongue boldly began taking in the purplish-brown head of Ortega's dick. Then the big prick was going in and out of Yolanda's full lips, and she held it tight in her fist, squeezing as she nursed and lapped at it as though it were an ice cream cone.
Patti ceased working on Ortega's breasts, stomach, navel, and managed to breath, "But I want his-mouth-his mouth. When you get his cock inside you, I-I'll slide-slide up and- and take your -p lace on his beautiful mouth."
"Sure, honey," Doris said. "Ohhhh, he sucks it so good. He hasn't had any good pussy for a long time. I-I can tell. Ohhhh, yesss. Eat my pussy. EAT IT! EAT IT ALL! OH, YES, BABY! RIGHT ON MY-MY TINGLE BUTTON!"
"Yolanda," Patti cried. "Don't you dare let him come in your mouth! I know you. Don't you dare!" Impishly, Patti reached up and tickled Doris's rear... right in the center of its pink eye.
"UMMM," Doris grunted, wiggling her ass in appreciation. "That's nice. Do it some more- harder!"
Patti obliged, inserting her middle finger and moving it rapidly in a circular motion.
"Oh... yes... Ummm... Ummm," Doris continued.
"Yolanda? See what I'm doing to Doris? Do it to me, will you?" She scooted around slightly so that her bottom faced Yolanda then. Although thoroughly engrossed in her attention to Ortega's cock, Yolanda nevertheless managed to reach up and slip her finger into Patti's rectum.
"Now move it around," Patti called over her shoulder. "Jiggle it around fast."
Yolanda accommodated her and, hearing Patti's joyous, mewing response, decided to try it on Ortega. Her hand left Ortega's balls, slipped under his buttocks and her finger made its entrance. Now both of her middle fingers were imbedded and jiggling-fetching moans of pleasure in response. Ortega arched his back and nearly flew off the bed. It was all Doris could do to keep her clit in contact. Somehow by taking hold of his hair she managed to keep her twat against his wet mouth.
Now, apparently, Yolanda had a better idea. She withdrew her hand from under Ortega's buttocks and got the portable vibrator from the nightstand. Then she slid the buzzing instrument under him and pressed where her finger had been. Now Doris had an even more difficult time keeping her cunt at Ortega's mouth. As the vibrator made contact with Ortega's rectum, the lad's legs began flailing wildly! The entire lower half of his body thrashed! Doris held onto his black hair valiantly, however, still maintaining his licking tongue against her crotch.
Down below, even the experienced Yolanda was having trouble. But she rode the bucking bronco out, holding the stiff member firmly between her lips, as though it were the horn of a western saddle, while she continued to apply pressure on the vibrator.
"Patti! Patti!" Doris called. "I don't trust Yolanda. I-I think he's-he's getting ready to come. Trade places with-with me. I-I'm going to-to get his big prong inside of-of me before that little h-hog finishes him off. Come -come up here."
Patti withdrew her finger as Doris slid from Ortega's cunt-drenched face. Then Patti spread the dripping lips of her vagina and straddled Ortega's face. Ortega didn't even notice the exchange. He continued lapping without missing a beat. Lower now, at Ortega's stomach and still straddling him herself, Doris used her rear as a weapon and bumped Yolanda's mouth from Ortega's shaft. Then she guided the rock-hard missile between her legs and, holding her stomach with both hands, stared up at the ceiling in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, what a beautiful cock. It-it's all the way up. I-I can feel-feel it with my-my hands. Fuck, baby. Fuck!"
Momentarily dazed, Yolanda recovered from Doris's butt blow, grabbed the vibrator, and again applied it to Ortega's rectum. She stared in rapture at the sight" of his big prick slithering in and out of Doris's blonde snatch. Once again, she reached for a rectum, this time Doris's.
"I can feel him plunging inside you," Yolanda said. "It's like I'm playing with his rod while he's fucking you!"
"Eat me, baby! Eat me!" Patti was pleading from up top as she drove her pelvis hard at Ortega's face, slamming her mushy quiff in a frenzy at his chin, mouth, and nose.
But it was Ortega who now approached the peak of pleasure. He now had something to fuck -something substantial to knead, cling to, and grasp. He held the cheeks of Doris's firm ass tightly and thrust his meat plug in abandon, no longer exercising restraint because of teeth. He had a cunt to fuck and he was fucking it with all his might. The bed became a semiblur of writhing bodies as he drove his cock home savagely-deeper, harder with every frantic thrust. And then, briefly, he escaped Patti's cunt in his face and cried hysterically, "I come. I come now. I come. I come... "
His cries announcing his approaching orgasm were halted abruptly as Patti wrenched his face back into her cunt and rode hard in an effort to achieve her own climax. She succeeded, for she hunched her shoulders and shuddered suddenly as though an electric current hummed through her body. Spurred on by cries of orgasm, Doris, too, rode harder on the shaft that impaled her until she shrieked pitifully and lay limp atop Ortega's muscled chest, panting.
But it was Ortega who was carried to the point of ultimate sensual pleasure as his balls spasmed, emptied their white-hot contents in burst after jolting burst into Doris's contracting honey chasm. Even Yolanda, who had been riding Ortega's ankle-pressing it hard against her aching cunt-achieved her own gasping finish and collapsed on the floor. Ortega rolled over on his stomach then, his great, rasping sobs of pleasure quaking the bed.
Sated and spent, all four of them lay panting, their eyes closed as though they had died a little and gone to some mythical place in the sky where all good orgasms go.
Gene whistled softly. "Man," he said, "I wish I had that on film!" He turned and seemed surprised-at least his expression appeared to be surprise to Roger-at the crisscross of arms; men and women standing and fondling each other's genitals.
"All right, gang," he said. "Remember, we have the evening ahead of us yet."
Roger had begun fondling young Greta's delicious tits during the group's viewing of Ortega in the skilled hands of Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, and he was delighted that she had responded by moaning and groping his crotch. Denise and Denny too were groping at each other's genitals.
"We're just toying," Roger answered Gene, winking. "Don't worry. I think you'll find our endurance satisfactory."
"Very well then," Gene replied. "Shall we return and watch Tina finish off our incomparable stud, Chuck?"
"Yes! Yes!" Reggie cried, practically foaming at the mouth as he raced to the other window.
Roger had been correct in his assumption that Tina would probably duplicate her activities of the previous night. Her slim, aristocratic hands were working now on Chuck's aching testicles and, once again, the young man's giant rod stood erect. Next, of course, Tina began using the portable vibrator-working it skillfully about Chuck's rectum. When he bucked involuntarily, indicating he had reached his climax, Tina's lips were nibbling at the bulging head of his prick.
"Well," Reggie said, "we missed a bit of Tina's artful work, but I'd say Patti, Doris, and Yolanda provided plenty of sport for the moment. Why don't we all go down to the swimming pool and cool off a bit? Frankly, I'm exhausted."
"A splendid idea, Reg," Gene said. "I imagine we could all do with a cooling dip."
The group agreed and they all returned downstairs. There, everybody slipped out of their bathing suits and plunged into the water. It was perhaps ten minutes later when Ortega and Chuck returned to the patio. Still stark naked, they both looked totally exhausted. Somewhat sheepishly, they got dressed.
"Enjoy yourselves, boys?" Rita asked, grinning.
Gene had discreetly replaced the pictures that covered the viewing windows through which the group had peered. Neither Chuck nor Ortega knew they had been watched.
"Yes, ma'am," Chuck said, avoiding Rita's eyes.
"Si, we had a very fine time," Ortega agreed. He, too, seemed a little embarrassed and startled at what he had just been through.
"Well, we'd better get on back to the house and finish up the job," Chuck called to Gene.
"Sure you don't want to send over the other boys?" Gene said. "We could have a second shift, you know." There was mischief in his eyes.
"No-no thanks," Chuck insisted. "Uh- there's still work to do. I-I guess we better be gettin' on back."
The entire group wished the boys a fond farewell. Even Muff woofed good-bye.
CHAPTER FIVE
Reggie Van Dorn treaded water in the center of Gene's and Rita's swimming pool. As he did so, he stared up in wonder at Tina's window. He felt a vague inkling that this Tina might be the answer to his lifelong problem. The arms and legs of the dapper little man worked slowly but efficiently as he moved in the water. Gene and Rita sat at one of the umbrella tables now, playing gin rummy, their nudity casual and taken for granted.
From the opposite end of the pool Roger watched him, guessing at his thoughts as he chatted with Denise. He could not guess at all of Reggie's thoughts, of course, but he sensed that Reggie was toying with the idea of visiting Tina's room. Roger had his own lingering feeling of jealousy regarding Denise, but he had decided to let the weekend take its course. Denise had assured him they would return to their "usual relationship" once this fling was over and he had resigned himself to the fact. Regarding Reggie, he was absolutely right, though he did not know the depth and despair of the little man's thoughts.
Reggie Van Dorn had been raised by a wealthy New England family. Ever since he could remember, normal sex had been out of the question for him. He guessed that the beginning of his desire to watch rather than participate in sexual acts had begun that night so long ago when he had stumbled onto his parents making love. Creeping up to his parents bedroom door one night, he had distinctly overheard his very staid and proper mother (at least he had always considered her staid and proper) say to his straight-laced father, "Of course I will suck you off, darling-anytime you want."
His father had grunted back in guttural whispers, urging her on. Yes, Reggie thought now, they had been like two lustful animals panting and thrusting in the night. The discovery had disgusted him but, at the same time, he had stood there entranced, unable to avoid listening to their lovemaking. Since that time he had literally been unable to have so-called "normal" sex. He had become a voyeur.
Why his overhearing his parents in the act of sex had incapacitated him, or why he sensed that the delectable Tina might be the answer to his problem he did not know. The idea was merely a dream, a hope born of an intense desire to experience what everyone else apparently enjoyed. He chuckled to himself. Yes, apparently people did enjoy sexual intercourse. Otherwise, why would there be so many of them? He went on that way, staring up at Tina's room and wondering... wondering... Soon, he knew, he would go to her.
In her room, Tina lay still naked and staring up at the ceiling. What she had done to Chuck had been cruel, she knew. Still, if he thought he was going to stick that monstrous thing inside her he was crazy. Also, last night, she had been cruel to Roger. Why had she found it necessary to hurt them? It had to be their feeling of masculine superiority. So many of them walked around, laden with their cocks and balls, feeling superior to women. True, she occasionally accommodated some man or woman who desired to be hurt by whipping or whatever, but dishing out pain was not her desire. These had been acts born of sudden resentment-even envy.
No, what she really wanted was to be loved and cared for by someone tender instead of just "used." She sighed. Gene had spoken of Reggie Van Dorn, a wealthy man who liked to watch.
Well, she had met a few of those, too. Still, maybe he was the answer. Maybe he could provide for her in the manner she truly desired. He had money, and that was certainly a plus. Also, if she could appeal to something deeply imbedded within him, he might be gentle and even a suitable sex partner. The important thing was to stay in the swim of activity where she could meet the right man-not some exploiter like the freaky Jimenez had been. Damn that Brazilian!
The stakes were high, she thought. The stakes were her life! Either she would continue her drab existence of bumming around-a kind of whore-or she would find Mr. Right. Thus far she had been unsuccessful in catching a man of wealth. Identifying a man of wealth wasn't the problem. Whether men or women, the rich all seemed to sport their finest jewelry in the many resort areas she had frequented. The women with their bearing, speech affectations, and expensive clothing, the men with their expensive watches and authoritative manners.
Tina sighed, still staring up at the ceiling. Where were they? Where were all the men she had dreamed of making a life with? She was attractive, and she knew it. Over the past few months, careful diet and exercise had removed what slight flabbiness and sag she had acquired from her "soft life." She was tanned and her taffy tresses were elegantly coiffed, though slightly mussed at the moment. Yes, the bait was correct, but where were the real takers?
For months now, she had planned and rehearsed every detail of her "new" campaign to find the right man-ever since she had decided to really shop for a wealthy husband. No more giving it away, except for these wild parties. And even at these affairs there was always the possibility of landing somebody. But hopping in the sack for the price of dinner and cocktails, or even a world tour on a yacht with some lecherous Brazilian, were definitely out. No more inhuman beasts, despite what Gene had informed the guests. Now she was going to join the ranks of her girl friends who had married for practical reasons.
How she felt complete and utter contempt for girl friends with their maids, their new cars, their secure lives! There was Estelle with her fat doctor husband... Marie with her pompous bank president husband. They were the height of hypocrisy. They even ridiculed their husbands for being such clumsy lovers. Well, one thing was for certain. She, Tina, was capable of changing the most inept male into a Casanova.
Downstairs, Reggie stroked slowly over to the edge of the pool and pulled himself up onto the patio. The guests lay sunbathing, except for Denny, Greta, and Tony, a soft-spoken Italian lad who had a penchant for studying the group from the sidelines with his dark, penetrating eyes. Now, for the first time since the opening festivities in the now-demolished house, he had moved in on Greta. Greta giggled as his hands fondled her beneath the water. Reggie casually dried himself with one of the damp towels Chuck and Ortega had used, then entered the rear door of the house.
It was cool, the air conditioning on. Soft string music came over the stereo speakers as he climbed the stairway to Tina's room. He knocked softly on her door.
"Yes, who is it?" Tina called.
"Reggie. Reggie Van Dorn," he answered. "I -I wonder if I might see you for a moment."
Tina's heart beat wildly inside her chest. She hastily threw on a nightgown, for effect, then dabbed cologne behind her ears and on her arms. She straightened her shoulders, making her breasts jut out as she opened the door.
"Why, Reggie! What a delightful surprise! I was just thinking of you."
"You were?" He found the thought that they had been thinking of each other at the same time amazing.
"Yes. I've only had two visitors since I've been here. I was hoping you might pay me a visit. It reassures a girl, you know?"
"Well, I'm pleased that you're pleased," he said.
"I can't believe that at last we're actually alone," Tina said, letting her gown part ever so slightly.
Reggie cleared his throat. "I didn't come here for pain-anything like that," he said.
Tina laughed brightly. "Oh, you mean the whips and all that. I assure you, Gene exaggerates when he describes me as some sort of sadist. Actually, I prefer to give pleasure. Is there anything you had in mind, Reggie?"
Despite himself, Reggie felt his cock tingling inside of his pants. Could what he had guessed about Tina's erotic powers be true? he wondered.
"Well, I'm not sure-" Tina locked the door. "I detest unlocked doors," she said. "Now, let's conduct a little preliminary analysis, shall we?"
"Very well."
"Gene told me that you're fond of watching, correct?"
"Yes, that seems to be true. In fact, you might say it presents something of a problem."
"Ah, then you wish to correct the problem. Good. Come here and sit with me on the bed. Let's discuss this further."
Reggie obeyed.
"Do you like to look at breasts?" she asked, shedding her nightgown entirely. "Yes."
"And wouldn't you like to touch them--just a little? You know it makes a girl feel very good when a man fondles them, especially these hungry nipples. Go ahead. Touch them just a little and make my pussy tingle. If you do it right you should even feel a little tingle down in your"-she hesitated, deciding to proceed more slowly, not wanting to lose her chance with this man of wealth-"you know- your thing."
Reggie obliged and, again, he felt an entirely new and strange sensation in the presence of this woman. He had tried fondling a girl's breasts only once, when he was twelve, and she had slapped his hand. But this Tina...
"Feel good?" she asked. "It feels nice to me. It makes my pussy get all wet and ready for your-your thing. UMMM."
Reggie still felt slightly uneasy. This was such a new experience for him. "Shall I open the window?" he asked. "Are you warm?"
"Oh, no," Tina purred. "Are you?"
"No." He could feel his cock growing inside his bathing trunks. He couldn't believe it. Her voice was so childlike, so reassuring. He was actually getting a hard-on!
"Good. Just relax." And then she lay back languorously on the bed beside him and placed her hand on his thigh. "I can see something getting bigger inside your pants," she singsonged.
"I have to warn you," he said. "I-I'm usually not able to do anything."
"Don't worry. Just leave everything to Tina, Reggie darling."
"All right," he said. "I just don't want you to be disappointed."
"Okay," she said. "Just leave everything in my hands. I'll be responsible. Ooohh, I'm so glad you're here with me!"
He bent close to her then, prompted by the movement of her hand. He felt an almost electric current between them. Was she what he had been seeking all his life? Their eyes met, then their lips, their hands, drawing them closer and closer together. She writhed against him, twisting her tits against him, mewing, coaxing.
Now, unable to control himself, he bent his mouth to hers still harder and felt the sweet taste of her twirling tongue. Suddenly he gathered her to him and groaned, "My God! You're doing it!"
Then her hands moved more boldly, and her voice rose to sighs of pure ecstasy. His stiff prick stood out, throbbing, as the yearning he had harbored for so long flowered into full-blown passion. It was nearly too much for Reggie. The fires of years of pent-up passion erupted within him, flared up in a volcanic gush of desire. He began kissing greedily at her breasts and running his hands over her buttocks and up and down her thighs. She helped him drop his bathing trunks and then they both stared at his rigid, pulsing organ-Tina in admiration, Reggie in amazement.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "Just right. One of the nicest big cocks I ever saw."
"My darling," he breathed. "My baby. You've done it! Look! Look!"
"I am, darling, and now I want to taste it. Aren't you tired of watching this done? Now I'm going to do it to you. You'll feel my tongue sliding up and down your slippery cock."
"Yes, yes," he pleaded as she began tonguing his member.
Reggie's balls ached as Tina sucked gently. He shuddered, lifting his entire body from the bed, driving the swollen shaft hard into her hot wet mouth. "I've got to put it in," he cried. "I'll die if I don't fuck your pussy."
Tina drew her legs up then, revealing her wet cunt. "Yes, my baby. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me! That's what pussies are made for-for cocks."
Gently, Reggie spread her legs, felt her trembling as he eased the head of his swollen shaft at her drenched slit. He fondled her vulva briefly, found the delicious opening, then eased the entire length of his penis into her. Surprisingly it felt tight. He would have guessed a veteran such as Tina would be loose. But no! It was that he was so firm.
"Ohhh." He couldn't help moaning as his erection settled into the seething climate of Tina's twat. He didn't wish to hurt her with his newfound erection, but he couldn't help thrusting harder into the tunnel-harder, harder until his pulsing balls boiled over and he felt the gushing of his juices. He lay there panting then, his heart pounding in the greatest relief and happiness he had ever known.
Finally, when he was able to speak, he said, "We-we have to do this again. We have to do this lots of times. I don't want to monopolize you, but-but-"
"You're not monopolizing me," she said, cutting him off. "I want you, too. Let me rest for a little while, and then come back, okay?"
"Okay," he said, enjoying the feel of her hand gently kneading his testicles-draining them dry. "In an hour? Please? I'm so delighted. In an hour?"
"Very well, Reggie," Tina agreed. "In an hour then."
When Reggie had gone, Tina was beside herself with pleasure. She had literally brought the man back to life! No, better still, she had given him life. For the first time in his life the man had actually been able to lay a woman. He felt virile now. She lay back on the bed, grinning. Was this the chance she had been searching for? She had a strong suspicion it was. She had belittled Chuck and his enormous organ, true, but this same day she had worked still another, more important miracle. She would try something new out on Reggie when he returned. Keep them excited with variety, she told herself.
Quickly she fetched the photo of the man with the enormous testicles from the dresser drawer and stared at it while she used the greased vibrator in her rectum. Weird, she thought, but everybody has hang-ups. As long as you keep them private, what does it matter?
CHAPTER SIX
Reggie's return to Gene's and Rita's patio was a study in virility. He literally strode to one of the' lounge chairs and collapsed, spent but happy, to wait out Tina's one-hour nap. Hands folded across his chest, he lay smiling up at the sun.
"Where you been, Reg?" Gene asked. "We missed you."
He sighed. "Up paying a visit to Tina."
"You?"
"Yes. Gene, I'm a new man. My-^-my whole view of life has changed." He stared happily out at the pool now at Greta, Rita, Elaine, Tony, Denny, Denise, and Roger. Patti, Doris, and Yolanda had come down from their room and now frolicked in the water, too. He glanced over at his faithful pooch, Muff, lazing in the "Well, Reggie boy," Gene said, "I'm delighted to hear that some lucky woman finally got to you."
"That woman is marvelous," Reggie said. "Unbelievable."
Gene leaned forward, speaking confidentially. "Tell me, Reg, she didn't hurt you, did she? I mean-the way she hurt our visitor, Chuck, upstairs."
"Not at all. In fact, I think you've misjudged her. Actually, she prefers to deliver pleasure -pure unadulterated pleasure. She's invited me back for another session in an hour, you know."
"Fine," Gene said. "I'm sure she'll have some new unexpected delight for you. Tina has never been one to settle into dull repetition in sexual matters."
Gene turned his attention from Reggie now and directed his intention toward Greta. Damn it, he thought. He still hadn't gotten his hands on that delicious little cunt. Maybe tonight he and Rita could get their hands on her-get her up to his room and give her the same treatment they had given Denise last night. Indoctrination was always a pleasant task. Ever since that day he picked her up while hitchhiking, he had been itching to get at her delectable body, rob her of her innocence.
Right now, the dark-eyed Tony had her backed up to one of the water inlets, obviously introducing her to the pleasures of anal stimulation, hydro-style. There were two inlets into the pool and they gushed with sufficient force to provide stimulation comparable to that of a vibrator.
"Gee, that feels different!" Greta squealed, enjoying the new sensation.
Beneath the clear water, Gene watched as Tony deftly parted Greta's lovely ass cheeks to permit the firm flow of water directly into her rectum. Then, with one hand, he massaged her breasts, while with the other, he massaged her clit.
"Feels nice, huh, baby?"
"God, yes," she cooed, her hips beginning to pump.
Nearby, Rita seemed to be staring enviously at the pleasure Tony was administering to Greta. Her eyes were narrowed in the lustful gaze Gene knew so well. Yes, without question Rita wanted Greta. Gene had seen that look on his wife's face too many times before to mistake it. Rita even glanced over at Gene and winked. Then she dog-paddled over to the couple. Gene smiled. This would be interesting to watch, he thought. Chances looked good for the threesome in his room tonight that he craved. Rita's technique was always superb, especially when dealing with a female she wanted. Her handling of Denise, for instance, had been nothing short of masterful.
"Greta, dear, you're overdoing it a bit. Your lips are turning absolutely blue. You'd better warm yourself in the sun for a bit."
Greta seemed in a trance at the threefold forms of stimulation she was receiving, but Rita would not be denied. She parted Greta from helpless Tony and led the girl from the pool to the patio. They lay there side by side, naked.
Gene watched, reading Rita's mind. His wife's gaze was fastened on the whiteness where Greta had once worn a halter. A girl, Rita was thinking. Not a woman but a ripe, young girl who had recently been introduced to the pleasures of heterosexual love but still knew nothing of the exquisite ecstasies another female could deliver.
Wetting her lips, Rita now studied Greta's ripe, full breasts that still heaved from the stimulation young Tony had been providing, took in the wet brown hair streaming down over her shoulders, the delicious body beckoning in the summer sun.
"In a little while you'll be warm, dear," Rita said. "We don't want you catching cold."
"I-I'm really enjoying this party, Rita," Greta said, her teeth chattering slightly. "I never thought I could enjoy anything so much. I -I truly feel I've grown up. If it hadn't been for Roger, I might have left last night, but he -he helped me. He was very gentle in his love-making. Very understanding."
"I'm glad to hear you feel that way, dear. But I assure you that still other sensations await you. Roger was good to you and that is admirable, but-uh-you mustn't overlook other possibilities?"
"Other possibilities?" She looked puzzled.
"Yes, love. You mustn't get pregnant, you know."
"Pregnant?" Greta grinned, trying her best to look like the woman of the world. "Oh no, I take the pill. It can't happen."
"Nothing is foolproof," Rita said. "Say, turn over on your back and let me rub some of this sun lotion on you. We mustn't let you get burned."
Greta obliged. Rita fetched a tube of sun lotion, squeezed some of the amber lotion onto Greta's smooth back and began applying it to the girl's shoulders, scrunching the shoulder blades together.
"Umm," Greta cooed. "You should have been a masseuse. That's nice... ummm... ummm... "
Gene watched still, reading his wife's mind, imagining what Rita wanted desperately to do with the delectable Greta. And his projection was correct, for at that instant Rita felt a sudden desire to bend down, press her body to Greta's, and plant wet kisses on the girl's neck. She wanted to take Greta right there on the patio, but she restrained herself. She knew she must proceed-at least for the moment-with caution in dealing with this young neophyte.
"Have many boyfriends?" Rita asked, massaging.
"Not any steadies at the moment," Greta said. "I'll wager few of them ever take the time to rub you all over like this when they try to screw you, right?"
"No." Greta laughed, but she was obviously responding to Rita's kneading hands. "No, I guess they do get pretty abrupt."
Now Rita laughed. "No, of course they don't. They just want to get their cocks inside you and come. Everything requires careful preparation -especially lovemaking."
Rita's hands moved lower now, working the lotion into the small of Greta's dimpled back, then over her beautiful ass. Ever so subtly, with each circular motion, her fingertips dipped slightly into the inviting cleft between the mounds. Entranced now, Greta made no attempt to resist as the hands grew still bolder. Then, Rita parted Greta's legs and her hand dipped into the dark patch of honey nest. With one hand she continued moving circularly over Greta's entire ass, exerting pressure, while her other hand began boldly finger-fucking.
From Gene's vantage point, Greta now appeared to be attempting to hump the concrete patio. Her buttocks moved up and down, pumping in response to Rita's inserted finger. The finger-no, fingers now-slid up and down Greta's inviting love crease, rubbing her clit, finger-fucking, finger-fucking...
"Oh, Rita," Greta pleaded. "You really shouldn't. You shouldn't... you shouldn't. But it feels so good."
Greta's tight little ass pumped even harder now, moving in all directions at once it seemed. She ground her pelvis hard at the warm concrete, then raised her buttocks to receive still more of Rita's probing, sliding fingers. Now Rita's thumb slipped up into the eye of the bobbing rectum and, with finger in twat and thumb in ass, jiggled violently. The other hand, manipulating the firm cheeks, moved under the girl's breasts now and began jostling the erect nipples.
"Ohhhh, R-i-t-a!" Greta wailed then, shuddering from head to toe.
"That's it, baby," Rita urged. "Just let it happen. You need this lotion, baby. You need it! You need it! We mustn't let your little bottom get sunburned."
Greta didn't even hear her, being so intent on achieving her climax that she merely moaned and wailed and wagged her ass still faster as she hurtled on and on toward the fulfillment she now knew she had to have. Greta came then, writhing like a demon possessed as wave after wave of delicious current wracked her heaving body. Then she lay spent and panting, with her face in her hands.
Rita withdrew her hand from between the girl's legs, then crawled up and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, my love, there will be group festivities. Afterward, though, I want you to stay uninvolved. Do you hear? I'm coming to get you. We're going to my room and I'll give you a real massage."
Greta was still gasping out the aftermath of her orgasm. She didn't answer.
Rita took her by the hair and gave her head a sharp jerk. "I said I'm coming for you. Do you hear?"
"I-I don't know," Greta managed to reply. "I guess so. All right."
"Good," Rita said, releasing her hold on Greta's wet hair. "Just so you know where we stand." Then, more gently: "I didn't mean to hurt you just now, love. I promise to be gentle, but you will come with me. That is understood then?"
"Yes, Rita," Greta reaffirmed.
"Lie here and rest now, Greta," Rita instructed. "Do anything you please until the lights go out tonight."
Rita stood up then and approached Gene. "Well, did you like the little demonstration?"
"Beautiful, dear," Gene said. "Did you set something up for later tonight?"
"Naturally. We'll give her the same treatment we gave our friend, except there will be one difference."
Gene studied the leer on his beautiful wife's face. "What difference?" he asked.
"Muff," Rita replied. "I want the dog to have her, too."
"Great idea!" Gene congratulated. "The poor pooch hasn't had any action since this morning. Terrific."
"What's with Reggie?" Rita asked then. "He looks different."
Gene explained about the dapper gentleman and Tina. Rita began laughing then and, infectiously, Gene joined her. The two of them-host and hostess-stood laughing convulsively.
"What a pair!" Gene said finally.
"Not as interesting a pair as Muff and Greta will make," Rita said and they both broke into laughter again.
His eye never really leaving the big clock on the rear of the building, Reggie saw now that the time had arrived for his second visit to Tina's room. True, he had watched with mild interest as Rita had brought Greta skillfully to orgasm there on the concrete just ten yards away, but for the first time in his life mere watching seemed less important. Now he had become a participant. He could actually fuck -indulge in all the sexual pleasures and variations he had previously only observed. Watching Rita with Greta had been stimulating, of course, but now he rose to go to his Tina.
At precisely one hour since his previous encounter-the first real encounter of his life- Reggie Van Dorn knocked on Tina's door. In a moment the door opened and Tina stood before him wearing a miniskirt and a blouse with ruffles at the neckline and sleeves. The expression on her face, peculiarly naive, puzzled Reggie. And why the attire? He had expected to find her either stark naked or, at least, in sheer bedtime attire. When she spoke, her voice confused him even more.
"Mommy's not home," she said in a high-pitched little voice. "I don't think I should let you in."
Reggie's heart sank. Had she duped him? Was she planning to turn him down? "Your what isn't home?" he asked.
"My mommy. She had to go to the store and made me promise not to let any strangers in till she got back."
"Tina," Reggie said, "What is this all about? You said to come back in an hour, didn't you?"
She bit her lower lip, childishly, coquettishly. "Are you the milkman?" she asked.
"Tina!" Reggie cried, exasperated. "Please explain, will you?"
"Maybe you're a salesman then," she said. "Are you selling magazines or something?"
"No, I am not a salesman and I am not the milkman. If this is your idea of a joke-" Tina's face admonished him and she stamped her foot angrily. "I said you are a salesman selling magazines," she said forcefully. "If you are a salesman, then maybe I could let you come in for a little while. You seem like a nice man." She winked.
Suddenly Reggie thought he understood. "Uh -yes," he said. "That is correct, little girl. I'm selling magazines."
"All right then," she said. "I guess it's okay for you to come in then." Reggie followed her to a small sofa by the window and they sat down.
"I wish I had some cookies and milk to offer you, but there's nothing in the house. That's why Mommy had to go to the store."
Reggie suddenly chuckled. "Charming!" he exclaimed. "Utterly charming, my dear. Whatever possessed you to adopt such a role?" He pulled Tina to him, assuming the joke to be over.
"I thought you were a nice man!" she said sternly, putting him back in character. "That's the only reason I let you come in until Mommy comes back. Now, you stop touching me. Do you hear?" Again she winked. It was a totally adult wink full of promise.
Now Reggie knew what was happening. At least he hoped he knew what was happening. At any rate, it seemed he had no choice but to go along with whatever game she was playing and see what happened. He hoped she wasn't insane!
"I'm sorry I touched you, little girl," he apologized. "I meant no offense. What is your name?"
"My name in Laura, and I'm twelve years old. I'm going to be a famous dancer someday. My mommy is giving me ballet lessons. Do you think I'm good?"
She jumped up then and began to dance. "Pirouettes," she called them twirling around the room.
"Yes, very graceful," Reggie said, nodding approval. "Very graceful indeed." He was beginning to wonder when this masquerade would stop and they could get down to business. He felt eager to try the capabilities of his newfound, stiff tool in Tina's twat. What he was supposed to do with a twelve-year-old named Laura, he had no idea.
In a moment, Tina came back and sat down beside him again. "I'm beginning to get breasts," she said, "See?" She cupped them in her hands. "Would you like to touch me on my new little titties?"
"Uh-certainly," Reggie said, reaching out to touch them exploringly. His cock, mercifully, was beginning to stir inside his swim trunks. Oddly, he suddenly realized the elaborate game Tina had devised. He was beginning to enjoy himself! For one thing, the firm breasts he now held in his palms did not belong to any twelve-year-old!
"I can see something inside your pants," she giggled. "It's getting bigger and bigger, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"Your peter is getting big because it wants to go between my legs, I bet. I know all about men's peters and girls' pussies and how they fit together. Does it want to go between my legs?"
"Little girl, I think that would be a splendid idea," Reggie said, ready for action at last.
"Call me Laura," Tina said, giggling. "Would you take your stiff thing out so I can see it and play with it?"
Reggie unzipped the fly of his swim trunks and let his stiff cock flop out. "Very well, Laura," he said. "There you are." He felt compelled to add, "I just hope your mommy doesn't come home and catch us."
"Not us," Laura corrected. "You. I'm just a little girl and I don't know any better. You're a man and you'd be the one to get into trouble, right?"
"Heh-heh," Reggie chuckled nervously. He was getting caught up in Tina's game and the thought of discovery slightly unnerved him. "Yes, I guess you're right at that." He rose, crossed the room, and opened the door. In the hall, nobody was standing at the view window, for which he was grateful. He closed the door, bolted it securely, then returned to the sofa beside Tina, Now Tina began toying with his stout member, flopping it back and forth. In a moment, Reggie slipped his hand down over her rounded stomach, lifted her dress and began rubbing between her legs. He began lubricating as her skillful manipulations grew quicker. For a twelve-year-old, little Laura was most adept at working on a cock. Reggie felt his heart hammering inside his chest as he pushed aside her panties and began stroking the dripping length of her love hole.
"Oh, that feels so nice and tingly," she said. "It's right on my tingle button. This is even more fun that playing doctor with my little neighborhood friends. Isn't it fun to play doctor?"
Reggie gasped. Playing "doctor" was beginning to drive him out of his mind. "Let's take all our clothes off, shall we?" He kissed her on the neck then.
She drew away. "Doctors don't kiss their patients," she said. "And doctors don't wear swim-suits and they don't take their peters out even if they do."
"I don't care what some doctors do," Reggie rasped, "I'm a specialist, all right? Please, let's get going."
She stared, pouting, at his rigid prong. "Are you afraid it will go away? Why is it dripping like that, anyway?"
Reggie ignored the questions. "Very well, let us get on with the examination," he said, "Goddamit, let's get on with this office call. I'm going crazy!"
His intensity seemed to bring her back to reality for the moment and she permitted him to unbutton her blouse. "Ah, what nice little titties," he said. He rained kisses along her throat and kissed the beating pulse at the side of her neck as he massaged her breasts. "No, Laura, I'd say you have full-fledged tits. Very nice nipples, too. Yes, I'd say you're ready for lovemaking."
Reggie's fingers drew little circles around one nipple, then the other. He went on that way, squeezing and massaging, coaxing, pinching. "Feel good, little girl?" he asked. Then, staring down at his own rigid prick, he said, "See how Big Ben wants to jam himself inside your tight little twat? You musn't be afraid, dear. The doctor always knows what's best."
"It is pretty," she answered, toying with the little slit in the end that resembled a tiny mouth. She ceased massaging his member then and spread the hole at the tip of his dick with her fingers. Suddenly she bent down and gave it a loud kiss. When she let go, it stood stiff and straight, straining toward her. "Did that feel good?" she asked.
Reggie felt tingles running up and down the length of his spine. He was flushed with the effort of resisting, of hurling himself at her and devouring her sexually.
"Yes, that was very nice."
She studied his cock now, tilting her head from side to side, like a dog listening to the mewing of a kitten. Slowly, caught up in the game entirely now, Reggie removed her blouse. Then he slid her panties down over her ankles. He continued fondling her breasts while she toyed with his loose foreskin, pulling it back and forth and smearing his dribbling fluid about the head and up and down his stout shaft. Finally, she leaned down and inserted a nipple inside his cock slit. Still more of his juice dripped out. He forced her back onto the sofa then, clamped his mouth over her breast and bit slowly. She was trembling now and the thought that he was actually exciting her spurred him on to even greater yearning. His hands found her firm backside and he pulled her to him.
"I-I don't think we should do too much," she said. "Shouldn't I wait until I get married to do everything?" Her voice was still childlike and high pitched.
"Not necessarily," Reggie said. "I assure you I'll be very gentle and you'll like all the nice things I'm going to do to you. Trust me?"
"Well, if you're nice, okay," she agreed.
Her resistance was waning now as the hot, pulsating tide mounted. Apparently, she had decided to end the teasing part of her masquerade, for she writhed and spread her legs to the utmost and pulled his head toward her eager snatch. Reggie accommodated her. His fear of not maintaining his erection gone, he willingly kissed and nibbled at her vagina. He continued, slowly and deliberately, lapping at her fragrant crotch, running his tongue up and down the wet slit and inhaling deeply. She arched her back and ground her pelvis eagerly into his probing tongue. And then she began a slow chant.
"Ohh... Ohhh," she moaned. "I didn't know that men did that to girls. Ohh, it feels so nice with your tongue against my hole... Ohh... Ohhh... "
Reggie's stiff prick made a moist trail across her stomach as he lifted himself up and sat straddling her, pointing his member at her mouth. He let it rest on her chin, holding the stiff, long tool in readiness.
"Now, Laura," he said very softly, "I want you to kiss it. I want you to pretend it's an ice-cream cone or a lollipop, all right? Just kiss it and lick it." He was astounded at his forwardness. For years, he had watched every form of sexual act imaginable. Now he was taking an active part I Slowly at first, she kissed the bulging head of his rod that poked at her lips. Then, hungrily, she held his organ firmly and began nursing, " her head bobbing back and forth as she ingested his drippings and squeezed his testicles. The sight of his rigid prong sliding in and out of the beautiful mouth and her expression of abject rapture nearly brought him to orgasm. He held her head still suddenly, not wanting to reach a premature climax.
"Don't stop now!" she cried. "It tastes nice."
"No! No, you must wait, little girl!" he insisted, still holding her head to prevent further movement. But it was no use. The sight of his stiff prick inside her nursing lips-the warmth and the indentations her cheeks made as she sucked on his rod would only lead to an early ejaculation. And he did not want that! He wanted to savor his erection and so he elected to fuck her.
He slid back down, kissing her breasts en-route, and guided himself into the hot wet slit. Instantly, her legs shot up to envelop him. "I've-I've never had one inside of me before. Be careful, please?"
"Don't worry, dear," he assured. "I'll just ease it in slowly. It will feel nice. You'll see."
He could not hold back a deep sigh as he penetrated to her depths. Her every movement--her gyrating ass in his palms and her breasts brushing against his chest-sent new thrills coursing through him, carrying him again and again to the point of orgasm. Each time, though, he paused until the danger of spending himself inside the hot, gripping twat had passed.
It was a continuing battle because he was being inexorably lost in the intense heat and wonder of her urging body, but he held back, fearing that the impending thrill would be more than he could bear. His first orgasm with Tina had been a thing of exquisite pleasure; this one promised to be frightening in proportion- unbearable.
With each thrust and withdrawal he was swept closer to the dreaded edge. Could he absorb the delight that trembled on the brink? He was not sure. And then he was clinging to her, thrusting out of control, knowing he could no longer turn back from the fateful climax. Every nerve and fiber of his being now demanded fulfillment and would not be denied.
Her little squeals and whines were what finally sent him over the edge. Even before he felt his balls give way and the hot spurts of sperm jolting his shaft, he knew there was no turning back. Her cunt contracted, milking his member, joyfully accepting every drop of his load, and he groaned in an agony of pleasure that continued even after he lay slumped and spent over her.
After a long time, he collapsed in a numb trance alongside her. The finish had been so intense his mind kept recalling it over and over. Of one thing he was certain: Tina had taught him to be a human being, to experience sex rather than merely view it, and he would never be free of her. It did not matter whether she pretended to be a "little girl," an Amazon, whatever. He only know that she had done for him what no woman had ever done before. Even now, in his drowsy confusion, he knew that he had to have her permanently. Her past didn't matter. Party girl, harlot, plaything, ad infinitum... he wanted her forever. He could never escape her nor the delights her delectable body had to offer.
"Gee," Tina said, finally, still in her "little girl" role. "Lots of boys have had their fingers in there, but it never felt like that before. Did your stuff come out inside me?"
"Yes," Reggie said.
"Will I get pregnant?" She held her hands at her face, as though in terror. "Mommy would kill me!"
"If you do, I shall marry you. Don't worry." Reggie was serious now, tired of the game.
"I don't know," Tina singsonged. "I don't know if Mommy would want me to get married at thirteen. And what about my dancing lessons? If I have a big tummy I couldn't take my dancing lessons, could I?"
"Let's stop it, Tina," he said, and he saw that she knew he meant it. "There's something I want to tell you."
"Yes, Reggie?"
He sat up and pulled her up with him. "Tina, I told you I've had a problem all my life-sexually, I mean. You have solved that problem. I want you to be with me permanently. I am a wealthy man. I will provide for you well- while you are with me and"-he stared up at the ceiling-"even after I'm gone. I mean-life insurance and all that. I will be good to you, dear, and you will have everything you desire. What do you say?"
She began to cry, her chest heaving convulsively, and he took her to him and patted her back consolingly. "Well, darling? What do you say?"
"Reggie," she said when she had calmed herself, "I will make you happy. You'll be proud of me, I promise. And I'll be the truest woman you ever knew. I mean it." And then she began crying again, this time covering him with kisses.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she sobbed. "Ill never want anybody else. I've been there and back, you know. I-I'd never go looking for-for kicks."
Reggie beamed and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Good," he said, "then it's settled. Now, shall we take a shower?"
She agreed, springing from the sofa and running to the bathroom to get everything in readiness. "How do you want your shower, love?"
Reggie had to grin. Tina would always be his willing servant, but she would be the happiest servant alive. He would see to that.
"Tepid, dear," he called. "Not too hot, if you don't mind."
"Coming up," she called, peeking from the bathroom and blowing him a kiss. "You scrumptious thing you."
In the shower, they lathered and scrubbed, laughing like children at play. The tepid water beat down on both of them, restoring their vigor. Geisha-like, Tina patted suds all over Reggie, scrubbed his feet, his back and, more gingerly, his genitals.
"Shall we tell the others?" Tina asked.
"In good time," Reggie said. The steam and water revived him greatly. He felt wonderful, alive and wonderful. "They're having some kind of orgy activity tonight. We don't want to put a damper on Gene's and Rita's festivities by announcing anything so plebian as marriage."
"You mean we're really going to be married?" Tina asked, amazed.
"Of course. What did you think I meant? The Van Dorns always do things properly. Incidentally, there are some relatives you'll have to meet--that sort of thing-but you're a lady and I'm certain you'll make a splendid impression."
Tina squealed with delight and scrubbed her newfound man still harder with the soapy washcloth. She even began to sing softly in the tile stall. And then, without warning, Reggie's cock once again stood at attention. He grasped her hand proudly and directed it to his virile part. "See what a tonic you are for me, my love?" he said. "Again?"
"But of course," he chuckled. "Men are supposed to get erections, are they not? Perfectly normal, I'd say."
They both laughed gleefully, and then Reggie gently' lowered her to her hands and knees, making her rear entrance accessible and inviting. Slowly, he fed his firm rod into her rectum, the soap suds easing his entry. His initial thrust brought forth a little wince, but soon he was moving in a steady, workmanlike rhythm as his proud pecker imbedded itself slightly deeper with each delicious thrust. His hands worked on her soapy nipples then her clit as he plunged his soapy ramrod home. As they fucked that way, their knees cushioned by the thick, rubber bathmat, Reggie inserted his finger into Tina's vagina and enjoyed feeling the plunging of his own shaft through the thin, fleshy partition. In and out his penis drove and Reggie was in heaven-cunt heaven-as he viewed his once-help- less organ function like a piston in Tina's ass. Her hand reached back and fondled his balls as he thrust. There was a passionate bond between them; they could both feel it as waves of ecstasy flowed between their humped bodies.
"God! Oh, God!" Tina screamed. Reggie's firm meat wedge jamming in and out of her was even better than the vibrator she used on herself! And she had hold of his balls-his beautiful pulsing nuts that were about to spend themselves inside her. "God! Oh, God!"
"Like it in there, baby?" Reggie asked. "Like it right up there, don't you?" He kept asking questions and she kept answering, "Yes... yes. Oh, I love it up there. Yes... oh, yes!"
"I'm coming now, baby," Reggie cried, amazed at the guttural rasp of his own voice, at his complete loss of fear and inhibition.
"Yes, I want you to," she begged, fondling his testicles even more intensely-waiting to feel them hum as they forced his sperm into her eager cavity.
"Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Slam it to me harder!"
He responded, ramming with all his might, the tepid water from the shower still flailing him on his back. His balls were still in Tina's hands and he was nearly ready to spew forth their contents. They were both under a spell, hurtling toward the finish beneath the spouting water, violent contractions wracking both of their bodies.
"Now! Now!" Tina screamed.
"Yes," Reggie gasped, hurrying his final pumping motion so that they both reached the heights at once.
Tina reached up and turned the water off and they both collapsed, spent. Finally, very much the gentleman again, Reggie said, "Well, dear, shall we take a nap?"
"Yes, darling," Tina said.
They dried carefully, assisting each other, then sprawled out on the bed to rest before attending the party downstairs. Soon they were both asleep, Reggie dreaming of antlers, flagpoles-animals of strength and endurance, Tina dreaming of maids, yachts, the affluent life...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The curtains were drawn and the lights and the music were low. It had been a good day at pool-side and, except for Tina Whitman, everybody in the group displayed healthy suntans as they sat sipping wine and smoking marijuana in Gene's and Rita's immense living room. Everyone wore casual clothing. Thus far, only the Great Dane, Muff, and the tropical fish in Gene's huge aquarium were without clothing. Even the blank-eyed fish finning lazily in the tank seemed to be in a state of anticipation, however.
The question in everyone's mind was: Just what did Gene and Rita have planned for tonight's activity? This being the final night of the weekend, everyone wondered just what their bizarre host and hostess had in store for them. In the meantime, most members of the group indulged in idle chatter. At the moment, the topic of conversation was Ortega and Chuck. Unquestionably, their seduction had been the highlight of the day.
"Yes, it's too bad they couldn't stay over for the party," Gene was saying. "I tried to persuade them to hang around after they'd finished clearing up the debris over at the old house but -" He held his hands in the air, palms up, in a gesture of helplessness. "I guess they were a little tired after their sessions here at the house. Rita did manage to get two of the other workmen, though. Care to tell the folks about it, Rita?" he said, offering his wife the floor.
"Certainly, Gene," she replied.
Roger, sitting beside Denise on the floor, shook his head. The tour-guide attitude, the air of formality that Gene and Rita displayed when casually discussing sexual matters never ceased to astound him. He massaged Denise's neck as Rita began her report.
"Let me see," Rita said. "I guess it was about four when Gene decided to check on the boys' work over at the old house." She grinned, much like a leader at a PTA meeting. "Well, since I hadn't had a chance at either Ortega or Chuck, I asked Gene if I couldn't see how the boys were doing. I knew, of course, that the other two workmen had thus far been without sex, right?"
A murmur ran through the group: "Yeah... sure... certainly... naturally," people said.
"Well, I wanted one of those guys. There's something about seducing a young, workman kind of guy that appeals to me. At any rate, I had oral relations with one in the front seat of their truck and conventional sex with the other."
Gene began clapping and the others joined in to offer their applause, which Rita accepted with a bow.
"I must say," she continued, "that we were fortunate to have Ortega and Chuck here instead of those two. They were only average-in every respect. Phillip, the first, came almost as soon as I got his prick in my mouth, and the other chap, Rex, seemed to think that sex is a matter of seeing if you can come in ten seconds or less. Both men were disappointing, despite the fact that they were of good size and achieved reasonably firm erections."
Gene stepped forward then. "Thanks, Rita. Sorry about that disappointment. Any questions?"
There were no questions, only a few sympathetic groans.
"Very well then, gang," Gene said. "Probably a lot of you have been wondering what we've scheduled for tonight." Again there were murmurs that indicated curiosity. Gene silenced the group with his hands over his head. "I've scheduled several activities. First, there'll be an oral sex version of Musical Chairs. Everybody will form a circle-one girl for each guy. When the music stops, the guys will lap pussy, okay? I'll be operating the music, so the timing will be up to me. Then we'll switch it around and the males will be the recipients. The idea is to force variety, even though many of you have had considerable variety already. Get it?"
Apparently everybody understood. There were no questions.
"Absolutely no orgasms, though," Gene said evenly. "There'll be plenty of time for that later during the free activity' period. Understood?"
Again, everybody understood.
Roger felt Denise's lips against his ear. "Sounds awfully unhygienic," she said.
Roger shrugged. "I suppose you can go as far as you want with it," he explained. "I mean, you could just kind of fake it if you wanted to."
"Fake it?" she said. "Maybe the guys, but not the girls!"
"Just wait and see. Just play it by-uh- ear." He laughed at his choice of the word ear.
"The second game will be a revised version of Blind Man's Buff," Gene continued. "You all remember that childhood game? Here, there will be one referee... without a blindfold. Everyone else will be blindfolded and naked. The participants, which means everybody, will spin around until they're dizzy. Then, blindfolded, they'll have sex with the first member of the opposite sex they encounter. Again, please, no orgasms. We want the evening to last as long as possible. Understood? So that's it, gang. First, Musical Suck, then Blind Man's Fuck. Okay, everybody strip down for the first event."
Gene turned out all the lights except the single red bulb at the end of the room and the light inside the fish tank. When everybody had stripped, he directed the action until a circle had been formed. Suddenly he stopped, turning. "Reggie, naturally I thought after-I mean after your contact with Tina, you might care to join."
"No, thank you, old man," Reggie said, sitting close to Tina on the couch. "And Tina prefers merely to observe also," he added. "We'll explain later."
"Very well," Gene said, obviously disappointed as he stepped to the volume control dial of the stereo. "Ready, gang! Here we go! Music!"
In the red light, the moving about of the bodies struck Roger as weird, eerie-like some ritual being carried out by a witch coven. Still, everybody had consumed enough wine so that they were game for anything. Between the grass and the wine, he even found himself giggling as the group circulated. When the music stopped, ironically, he found himself face to face with Denise !
"Well, hello!" he said. "Haven't had your pussy in ages!"
Willingly, seemingly relieved, Denise lay on her back while Roger lay with his head in her lap. He didn't fake it, as he had indicated to Denise earlier, but buried his tongue in her warm snatch, reveling in "home territory." In fact, when the music started again, he was reluctant to stop licking at her vagina. Her firm grip on his head was a long time in releasing, too.
The music stopped again, and this time Roger found himself facing Rita. Rita was one of the few girls-with the exception of Doris and Patti -with whom he had had no sex. He wanted to hold back slightly and savor the lingering taste of Denise, but Rita would not hold still for it. She seemed about to engulf his entire head in her snatch when the music started again. Next, he drew the delectable Greta and he lapped her greedily, almost with the same excitement as he had felt with Denise. When the music started, Greta gave him a peculiar half smile that seemed to say, Yes, my patient instructor. You're still the best.
Then followed Elaine and the others, each pussy fragrant and delicious, only the psychological feelings of the partners making the contact more or less desirable. Twice, however, Gene had to caution the eager Italian boy, Tony, to release his partner. The lad seemed hell-bent on making each girl he encountered achieve a climax. Once, there was a problem, too, with young Denny when he clung too long to Doris's blonde cunt.
Finally, the lights came on. "Well, gang?" he queried. "Did you enjoy our lovely female guests?"
The men applauded in appreciation and the girls, not to be outdone, applauded too. From the corner, Muff howled.
"Very well, gang," Gene said. "We'll now switch roles. And remember-no orgasms! Any man coming in any young lady's mouth"-he broke off, searching for words-"well, we'll sic Muff on him and have his testicles bitten off."
There was laughter as, once again, the music started. Once again, too, Roger was struck by the strange sight of naked bodies moving in a circle in the dim red light, the girls' mouths waiting and eager, then men's faces still wet from the previous phase of the game and their dripping hard-ons standing out before them like so many waiting morsels ready to be feasted upon. Female breasts glistened, heaved.
The music stopped and Roger stood facing Greta, who winked lustfully as she went down on both knees before his stiff prick. Obviously she intended to repay him for something because it was all he could do to avoid coming into her hot mouth. She certainly wasn't making any attempt to save herself for the other males! Her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock and the sounds emitting from his crotch were the loudest in the room. As a bonus she tickled his rectum and drew his scrotum deeply and gently into her mouth just before the music resumed again.
He drew Doris next and was surprised to learn that she was determined to stick her tongue into the tiny opening in the tip of his member. Actually, it was not an altogether pleasant sensation. In fact, it stung slightly and he wished she would just suck cock like the rest of the girls. She did fondle his balls ticklingly though, and this compensated for her highly unorthodox tonguing of his organ.
It was Rita who surprised him. First, he had not done the best of jobs on her when the roles were reversed and, second, having detected her obvious fondness for females, he guessed that she would merely go through the motions of cocksucking mechanically. He was astonished! Her mouth first gently ingested his prick very lightly, barely making contact, to produce a delightful change of pace from the greedy Doris; then exerted a gradual increase of pressure as she twirled her tongue about his foreskin and jacked his cock in and out of her mouth so that it touched the back of her throat.
The last girl to feast on his meat was Elaine, and he knew what to expect from her! Her technique was good-straightforward, though slightly unimaginative. He liked to think of it as the "vacuum cleaner technique," which was a style similar to Yolanda's. It was functional, certainly got the job done and, in all probability, accounted for the origin of the term "sucking off." It was the style adopted by prostitutes and women who wanted to get the job done with a minimum of effort and time. It felt good, of course, but lacked finesse.
When the circle had been completed and every female had feasted on the organ of every male, Gene stopped the music and called for a fifteen-minute break before beginning the Blind Man's Fuck game. "Rest up, folks," he said. "Phase two is about to begin shortly. Did you all enjoy Musical Suck?"
There was only a smattering of applause. The game had been novel and stimulating, to say the least, but everybody seemed slightly on edge and unfulfilled. There were orgasms to be had, but nobody had been permitted to have one. Everyone seemed to feel weak, Roger noticed, and at the same time somewhat tense. Penises which a moment ago had stood erect and ready to complete their missions now dwindled sullenly, cheated, deprived of their right to spurt. Pussies, too, ceased gushing their lubricant- the hot nests contracting now that no rigid objects would be penetrating them.
Roger flopped down on the floor beside Denise. "Fun, but slightly frustrating, huh?" he said. "God, a minute more of that game and my balls would ache for a week!"
Denise pushed down on her pelvis, wincing. "Yes, I feel the same way. You get worked up to a certain pitch and it's hard to-to just turn it off."
Roger noticed that her blonde cunt hair, slightly darker than the taffy locks that framed her face, was sopping wet from the lapping of many tongues. His own pubic hair, too, was drenched with saliva.
"Denise, honey," he said. "Maybe when this fuck game starts we could cheat a little-I mean, peek through our blindfolds and arrange to have each other. I miss you, hon. Really. This party is very interesting but, God, would I love to sink my shaft in your snatch! What do you say?"
Denise's lovely face contorted in pain and frustration. "Oh, yes," she said. "I still feel at home with you-that your cock belongs to me. I know I shouldn't feel possessive about it-we agreed not to-but I'd love to have you inside me.
Roger winked. "Good. It's settled then. Don't worry. I'll find you and to hell with this no-orgasm policy. We'll make it together-like always before."
Denise's face lit up hopefully. "Yes, let's not let anybody stop us."
-Just then, Gene called Roger over to the stereo set. Roger rose and crossed the room. "Listen, Rog," Gene said softly, "being the host is killing me. You know what it's like watching all you guys sucking away and just standing here? It's hell. Would you mind refereeing the Blind Man's Fuck game? I want to see a little action too, you know?"
Roger sighed, staring across the room at his beautiful Denise. Fate, it seemed, was working against them. "I'd like to help out," he said finally. "But what about Reggie?"
Gene shook his head, grimacing. "I already asked him. It seems he and Tina have something going-some kind of love scene, I guess-and they don't want to take part in any of the festivities. I hate to ask this favor of you, but-" He shrugged and held his hands at his genitals as though he would burst if he didn't get laid. "Reggie and Tina?" Roger asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Gene said, pointing over at the couch.
Roger looked and couldn't believe his eyes. Reggie arid Tina sat, still fully clothed, holding hands and staring lovingly into each other's eyes.
"But I thought his bag was watching. He would make a perfect referee for the game."
"Nope," Gene repeated. "He says he'll have no part of it. He and Tina are sitting the evening out. Definitely."
Roger gazed longingly across the room at Denise again. God, he thought, it was bad enough not being able to fuck her, as they had discussed. Now he was going to have to watch somebody else fuck her! Before Roger could protest further, Gene stepped to the center of the room.
"Okay, everybody, the fuck game is about to begin. Roger has kindly consented to act as referee, so that the host"-Gene grinned-"might take a turn with the group. Rog has sharp eyes, gang, so remember not to peek through your blindfolds. Anybody caught peeking gets Muff male or female!"
There was a ripple of laughter. Roger exchanged glances with Denise and both of them shook their heads in disappointment.
"Of course, many of you females may prefer Muff to a human partner-that's your business -but he isn't always as gentle as you saw him with Elaine this morning. So I advise you not to try any tricks. Our blindfolds are over there on the dining room table. We'll put them on, then Roger will spin each member until he or she is dizzy and place people around the room. The idea is to find a member of the opposite sex, drop to the floor wherever you might be, and fuck. Naturally, the position you wish to assume and whatever preliminaries you may wish to indulge in are entirely up to you."
Suddenly Rita crossed the room and whispered in Gene's ear. He nodded, pondering for a moment, then made another announcement.
"Listen, gang, Rita here has made a suggestion. It has been pretty frustrating up till now, I know. Rita suggests we waive the no-orgasm rule of the game. In other words, any couple wishing to go ahead and come may do so. There'll still be a free-activity period following the game, but if you really feel you want to come it has been suggested that this be allowed. How do you feel about it, folks?"
Cheers echoed throughout the room.
"Very well then," Gene said. "The no-orgasm rule has been officially waived--unanimously."
As Rita returned to her chair across the room, she graciously accepted the congratulations of the group for bringing about this change in the rules. Young Denny raised his hand then and was recognized by Gene, who listened to the lad's question.
"Denny has brought up an important point, gang," Gene said. "The answer is, no, Denny. This will be strictly an event for twosomes. I understand that many of you like to gather into various groupings. After all, who doesn't? But for now let's keep this strictly a one-on-one affair. Afterward, during the free-activity period, those who may wish to form larger units may do so."
Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, the pleasure team, seemed to be pouting over the decision, Roger noticed.
"Now for the blindfolds!" Gene said, leading the group to the table.
Each member placed a black strip of cloth about his head, then submitted to Roger's inspection. Roger went from person to person, stooping and waving his hands in front of faces. As far as he could tell, there was no deception and all of the participants were truly sightless. One by one, he spun the party members and spaced them equally about the room.
"Sorry, honey," he said when he came to Denise. "Think how I feel. I've got to watch you!" He spun her around as he had all the others and stood her near the fish aquarium. Damn Reggie! he thought. The guy had been a goddam voyeur all his fucking life and all of a sudden he'd decided to fall in love! Glancing over at the couch where the couple still sat staring enraptured at each other, Roger wanted to kill the bastard. And Tina, too.
"Whenever you're ready, Roger," Gene called.
"All right, everyone," Roger yelled. "BEGIN!"
The guests began fumbling, touching furniture, groping walls now as they sought contact with human flesh. In a way, it was amusing, Roger thought. Young Denny, for instance, first found Reggie, and Reggie had to point him toward the center of the room. Greta tripped over Muff and backed away in horror. Also, there were many contacts which were illegitimate and even hilarious. Yolanda encountered Rita. Both began groping until they discovered breasts, then moved on in search of flat hairy chests or cocks and balls. Tony and Gene collided, too, and backed away instantly when they were able to determine they were of the same gender.
The first couple to make contact was Rita and Gene! Whether they were aware of each other's identity, Roger did not know, but it seemed the height of irony that the host and hostess of the party-man and wife at an orgy-would end up fucking on their own living room floor.
Denise and Tony were the next to pair up. As the handsome Italian made contact with Denise, Roger's heart sank. They collided, bumping heads. Then Tony's hands found Denise's long hair and slid down to fondle her breasts. He pulled her to the floor at once, his hard-on snapping briskly to attention as he pressed his mouth hungrily to hers. When he placed her delicate hand on his throbbing organ it was all Roger could do to keep from running over and tearing them from each other.
In a moment, they lay side by side, Denise's arms about Tony's neck as he lapped and laved her nipples while his hands worked on her cunt, stroking the length of it while her hips pumped in response. Roger couldn't blame her, he knew. The preliminary games had transported everyone to the brink, tormented their instincts, and now they were finding relief with whomever they could make genital contact.
Tony sat on top of her now, feeding his long tool directly into her mouth. God, hadn't they had enough oral stimulation earlier? Apparently not, for Denise-his Denise-willingly accepted the thick, probing cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She held it, guiding it with her hand, sucking hungrily, nursing on the rod as she urged him on by pulling his buttocks hard with her free hand.
Damn it! he swore to himself and, with effort, directed his attention to Greta and Denny, who had just made contact. They were proceeding more slowly, tenderly massaging each other's genitals. Greta had both hands on Denny's dripping hunk of meat and was lovingly running her fingers tantalizingly up and down the entire shaft, stopping now and then to tickle his balls, then reaching up to fondle his nipples. Denny responded by gently massaging her clit with his finger and rotating the thick of his palm over her pubic mound at the same time. Like Tony, he too nursed at his partner's breasts, except he took brief departures to nibble at her ears and plant wet kisses on her neck and eyes.
But it was Marty, whom Roger had not seen in action since the first night of the party, that surprised him. With seemingly few preliminaries, he had flopped Elaine over onto her stomach and was plunging his ramrod into her ass. Elaine apparently didn't mind because she was crouched on all fours and spreading the cheeks of her buttocks to hasten his total entrance.
"All the way in!" Roger heard her pleading. "Shove it all the way up and in. Right in my bung-whoever you are!"
Now the living room was a maze of spasming bodies-bodies writhing and pumping and responding desperately to one another under the dim red light. Only Reggie and Tina sat calmly, without moving, as they watched the activity. The contrast was alarming. Here were two of the more unusual guests-at least they had been considered unusual-quietly holding hands in contrast to the frantic couplings on the floor. It was as though they were postgraduates in the sexual arts passing a cool and impartial judgment on the neophytes' animal like activity. Yes, Roger was sure of it. Reggie's quiet, superior air and Tina's faint aristocratic smile betrayed their attitudes.
He turned his gaze once again to the floor, and once again he found himself unable to keep his eyes from Tony who now gobbled at his Denise's crotch. Denise had her entire upper body raised from the carpet, only her shoulders resting for support. Her legs encircled Tony's neck, and the Italian held firmly to her trunk with both hands so that he could bury his face as deeply as possible in her snatch. They continued that way for a while, then Tony lay her flat and inserted his thick gristle into her love hole. He was slamming it to her all right, and she loved it.
With every pistonlike thrust, her eager buttocks which was firm in his hands now, drove hard, savagely, to meet the man's force. She prodded him with her heels, spurring his back hard to drive him to still greater effort. Tony's balls swayed, tossed to and fro as he jammed his cock deep into the heat of her. The upper half of Denise's body gyrated, twisted, grinding her breasts into the dark, hairy chest for nipple stimulation.
Roger turned his attention to Gene and Rita... Denny and Greta... Elaine and Marty... all of them... everybody fucking... fucking... fucking... endlessly fucking...
For the first time since his arrival, it suddenly dawned on Roger that there were more girls at the party than men! Why he hadn't thought of this fact until now he did not know, but, of course, the explanation was that Yolanda, Doris, and Patti worked as a team. Then, too, as referee, he increased the inequity since he was not participating. It was the sight of blonde Doris, blindfolded and alone, that drove home this fact. He crossed the room, bent down, and lifted her to her feet. Then he removed her blindfold. He saw that she was crying.
"No, please leave it on," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "I-I don't want anyone to see my-my tears."
Roger's heart went out to her. "No need to cry, dear," he said. "Naturally, somebody had to be left out. After all, I'm a referee and can't participate. If Reggie over there-" He broke off, not wanting to vent his anger on the dapper gentleman who had found a woman who could stimulate him at last. "Where are Yolanda and Patti?" he asked.
"Up in-their-their room," she sobbed. "They don't care... they don't-don't care... "
Even with all the fucking about them, Roger had to ask the question that popped into his mind. "What do you girls-the three of you do when you're not at-at a party like this?"
"We don't go to parties like this very often," she said, her voice even now. Apparently, the sight of the orgy had jarred her out of her self-pity. "We all live near each other. Our husbands decided to go on a fishing trip, so we-we decided to have a fling of our own. It happened once before. That's why Gene and Rita know us. Yolanda's the only one who-who ever fools around."
Roger was amazed. He had pegged all three of the girls as freaks of some kind, and here they were just getting even with their inattentive husbands! He found himself laughing. Amidst the groans and grunts of the orgy, he found himself oddly amused at his own mistaken judgment!
"You mean when this weekend is over you'll all just return to your husbands?" he asked.
Doris nodded, wiping her cheeks dry.
"But why are you crying?"
"It always has to be me," she said. "I'm always the one left out. Even when I was in high school boys never asked me to dance. It always has to be me."
Roger pulled her to him then and kissed her tenderly. "No, it doesn't," he said. "Look at 'em all. Is there any reason why we can't join them?"
"But you're-you're the referee," she said.
"Fuck the referee," he said. "What can they do to me, anyway? Call the police and put me in jail?"
Doris laughed then. Roger began massaging her firm breasts and eased her onto the floor. What the hell? he thought. Denise was fucking. Everybody was fucking. Why shouldn't he? Besides, Doris's disclosure that she was a housewife-not some demented and mythical nymphomaniac who toured some unreal and equally mythical "sex-party" circuit-made her suddenly attractive to him. His prick stood rigid and waiting now and he meant to use it. He propped his back against the wall and pulled Doris onto his lap, facing him.
"I hope you don't think I'm too mechanical," he said, "but right now I just feel like fucking. Let's you and I just fuck calmly and talk about it while I fuck your cunt, okay?" Already he was easing the tip of his bulging prick into her wet cunt. He could feel its wet heat enveloping his eager organ.
"Ummm," Doris said. "You're nice. We don't have to do anything frantic. We'll just fuck, like you say, and we'll talk about fucking while we do it. Ummmm."
Without haste, without desperate groping, they merely fucked. Doris rotated her hips slowly so that her velvet-smooth pussy massaged every pore of Roger's penis. They stared into each other's eyes, half smiling as they moved. It was a delightful mood and they reveled in the sheer pleasure of a man inside a woman.
"Does it feel nice?" Doris asked.
"Heh-heh, you know it does, baby," Roger said. "There's nothing in the whole world like your hot pussy over my cock."
"Does it really feel that good?" Doris asked, her eyes laughing, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.
"Yes, baby, that's what it's all about. Fucking is what it's all about--just fucking, fucking, fucking. Like this. I don't care if the whole world blows up. All I know is that my cock is in your cunt. I don't care if I die after this. It's really that good... really... "
Doris blinked her eyes slowly, her hips still working methodically, rhythmically, grinding the heat of her soft snatch over his cock so that it moved from side to side up inside of her. It was like hot velvet.
"I can feel you up there," she said. "It's nice and stiff and I love to just ride it like this and feel it sticking way up there. Pretty soon you'll shoot your sperm up there and it will feel good, won't it? It will feel better than anything, won't it?"
"Yes... better than anything____"
"And for me, too... better than anything... I'd rather fuck than do anything... "
"Me, too... rather fuck than anything... anything."
Roger did not wish to get mechanical at the moment. This fuck was too good, maybe the best fuck he had ever experienced, but he had to risk being mechanical somewhat because, after all, he wanted it to be good for her too. He did not want to come without her coming, too. Her not coming would ruin it. Right now he did not give a shit about the party. All he cared about was fucking Doris in her cunt until they both came and it felt good. But he knew some women were different from others and he knew he should take certain care to make certain that she did come. Coming was good. Not coming was not so good. So he massaged at the top of her vagina with his finger on her clitoris in hopes that she would come.
Doris was one of the ones who liked it that way-inside-and out at the same time. If she didn't want it that way, she would have told him so, he knew, because they were not about to lie to each other now. It was a good fuck for both of them and they were definitely beyond lying to each other about anything now that it was such a good fuck and so he kept on rubbing the little nub that would insure her coming.
"This is really fucking," she said, her eyes closed.
"Yes, this is fucking," he murmured. In the soft red light he could see her closed eyelids fluttering involuntarily, her head tossing easily from side to side, the pink tip of her tongue moving over her full lips. He wondered what his own face looked like, but only for an instant, because they were getting ready to come, he could tell. He was right.
"Yes, oh, yes," she said.
"Yes?" he asked to be sure.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes... "
And then they were both questioning and answering without words, just sounds, until the already high-pitched noises rose still higher and Doris's breath-whines told him, "Now! Yes, yes----" They lay locked for a long time. Eventually, Roger said, "I think this is the only thing that will mean anything to me when this weekend is over. I mean it."
"Me too," she said. "I think probably the rest is all bullshit."
"Yes," Roger said. "Bullshit is right. Perfect. Listen, you go home and be a good wife tomorrow."
"I will," Doris said, "and you be good, too."
"I will."
They parted then and Roger watched Doris cross the room toward the stairway that led to the upstairs room. She stopped at the foot of the stairway and smiled back at him. He nodded back, smiling too, hardly noticing the exhausted couples scattered about the floor, resting. The party was obviously over now-at least for tonight. In a few minutes Gene came over and began tossing pads onto the floor for sleeping. People began gathering blankets and pads and, stumbling, flopped down to go to sleep. Only the dim red bulb glowed and soon there was the sound of snoring. Reggie and Tina had gone upstairs.
The last thing Roger thought before falling asleep was, where is Denise? No doubt she was asleep on a pad with a blanket, like himself. He loved her and only fate had cheated them- fate and Gene-from making love tonight. Still, it didn't matter. He would never mean anything to Doris, nor her to him, but theirs had been a very special fuck.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Greta Walsh lay on her back with the blanket pulled up beneath her chin. She had been waiting to see if Rita intended to make good her vow to come and get her once the lights were out. Maybe Rita had forgotten or was too exhausted from the orgy. She hoped so. She couldn't imagine why anybody would want more sex after tonight's "games." She would try to stay awake for just a few minutes longer though, just in case. Beside her, young Denny snored steadily. She liked Denny very much. Like Roger, he was gentle and considerate and she had enjoyed making love with him tonight. She strained, listening. The house was quiet; everyone seemed to be asleep.
Tomorrow was Sunday, she thought. She would awake in the morning with all the others here on the floor. Then she would return to her apartment and her roommate, Ginny. She couldn't possibly begin to describe this crazy weekend to Ginny. No, they would both continue leading lives of drudgery-rising each morning and riding the bus to Whitley Electronics, where they worked as secretaries. Dullsville, U.S.A. Of one thing she was certain. This weekend had completely changed the course of her life.
The Greta Walsh who would leave this house tomorrow was not the same Greta Walsh who had arrived. The frightened, inexperienced girl who had arrived Friday night was now a skilled veteran! She had no intention of becoming a "tramp" or a promiscuous sex machine, but the entire weekend had been a tremendously "liberating" experience. She felt grateful that Gene had given her a ride that morning she had missed her bus and was hitchhiking. If she hadn't missed her bus she would never have been invited to this wonderful party!
Now, if only she could just drift off to sleep; if only Rita were tired and didn't come for her... Just then she saw a silhouette against the dim red light. It was a woman, obviously, and as the figure drew closer she saw that it was Rita. Rita bent down and nudged her shoulder.
"Greta?" she whispered. "Are you awake, my pet?"
"Yes," Greta said. "I-I was waiting, but I thought maybe you were tired. Everybody seems knocked out."
"Don't be silly, love," Rita said. "Now's when the fun really begins. Come on."
Reluctantly, Greta rose, took Rita's hand and permitted Rita to lead her up the stairway. Greta stifled a yawn as Rita opened the bedroom door. She was surprised to see Gene propped up on the bed with his back against the headboard. Also, she didn't know that the dog, Muff, slept with them. There was a dim blue light glowing.
"I thought Muff was Reggie's dog," she said.
"He is," Rita said, "but Reggie was kind enough to loan him to us for the night. He's a fine watchdog and he has, shall we say, other uses too?"
Greta frowned, puzzled. Then, slowly, she backed away. "I'd rather not have anything to do with-with a dog if you don't mind," she said, conscious of a tremor in her own voice.
"All in good time," Rita said. "Don't worry about it. Right now let's stretch out and relax on the bed, shall we?"
Greta permitted Rita to shove her, then lay her flat beside Gene. "What are we going to do?" she asked, yawning openly now. Whatever it was they had in mind she hoped it wouldn't take long. She was tired-dog tired.
"I'm going to rub you--just like by the pool today-then we're going to complete your initiation. Many new and exciting things have happened to you, right? But you must have the complete treatment."
"Complete treatment?" Greta echoed. She thought she had indulged in nearly every possible sexual activity since her arrival. Rita was moving her hands over her breasts now, and Greta felt a faint flicker of lingering desire within her body as the skilled hands teased her nipples, coaxed them erect. Gene's big hard-on rose then, too, and he smiled as he slowly stroked it, watching Greta's reaction to his masturbation.
"Suck it," Gene said evenly. "Lean down here and put your beautiful little mouth around my prick."
Greta was slow in responding. "All right, but my-my mouth is so tired from sucking all the other-" She winced in pain then as she felt Rita grab hold of her hair and thrust her head down at Gene's erect .and dribbling member.
"He said suck it!" Rita spat. "And when we tell you to do something you do it, understand?"
"Sure, all right," Greta whimpered, "but- but please let go of my hair. Please?"
Rita's hold on her hair eased slightly, but she still held on as she directed the rhythm of Greta's bobbing head. Greta took the swollen shaft into her mouth and tried her best to please. She made little sucking noises and tried to lick the head lovingly and take as much as she could of the rod into her mouth. He was thrusting it hard against the back of her throat, which bothered her a little, but it tasted clean and smelled of talcum or cologne, so he must have taken a shower since the orgy, she thought. Both of them were watching intently as she sucked. Gene held his cock at its base for maximum extension and fucked her mouth slowly while Rita continued controlling the tempo with her hand in Greta's hair.
"Is she doing all right?" Rita asked.
"Not bad," Gene said, He pushed her head away briefly, squeezed his shaft from the bottom upward so that more lubricant gushed out the bulbous head. "Lick my juice off nice and slow," he said, "so I can see your tongue taking it in. Good... better. All right, now go on sucking up and down again-only slow and not so hard. We'll make a cocksucker of you yet, girl. Okay, Rita, strap your thing on now. I think she has the idea."
Greta went on lapping at Gene's stiff rod, but now she tried to glance from the corner of her eye at what Gene meant by "strap the thing on." She saw the imitation penis then and, panicking, ceased her laving labors.
"What-what are you going to do with that thing?" she asked, already guessing. "You're not going to-stick it inside of me, are you?"
"Never mind, pet," Rita purred. "I'm going to fuck you with this big dildo just the way I did Denise. Denise enjoyed it. Just keep sucking Gene's cock, baby, and don't worry about a thing. This thing's going to plunge and jab right up where you live, honey. Keep sucking while I bang you with this. If you stop sucking or resist, Rita's going to get angry."
Now Rita felt the head of the artificial dick probing her hole. God, it felt like it would tear her apart. Finally, Rita had it all in, though. Greta hoped it was all in! She didn't think her pussy would hold much more of the thing! Rita began thrusting, fucking her cunt with the instrument while her finger slid in and out of Greta's ass hole. Oddly, in a moment, the thing actually felt good! In fact, it was beginning to feel so good she neglected her sucking of Gene's cock. Gene gave her a light slap.
"Don't stop, baby," Gene said, holding her cheeks, in his hands now, tugging up and down so that her lips and teeth and throat contacted his dripping hunk of gristle just the way he wanted it.
And then suddenly Greta felt a most delightful feeling-a feeling that went beyond orgasm or mere physical pleasure. She was being used -abused and used, like some kind of sex slave -and the thought began driving her to a frenzy. They were using her body for their pleasure. She was theirs to fuck and do with as they pleased and she loved it. She had never felt this way before. She felt totally passive and she wanted to give, give-take, take.
For just an instant she understood why some people wanted to be beaten, hurt, tied up, given orders to perform unspeakable acts. She began whimpering, cradling Gene's cock like some cherished childhood' doll. She could hardly wait for Gene's rigid dick to shoot its contents into her mouth so that she could swallow it- gulp it down-and she wanted Rita to drive the fake prick harder, harder, even to hurt her.
"Now we've got her," Gene said. "She's all ours. Shit, she'd jump off the fucking roof if we told her to. Beautiful, beautiful. Go, little sweetheart... go... go... that's the way... you like this kind of thing, don't you?"
Greta was carried into a weird trance now. She began mewing and squealing as she frantically lapped at the hot wedge of meat in her mouth. She adored it; she worshipped it; she had to have it. Desires she could not put into words welled up within her. "Ohhhhhh... Ummmmm... Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Yes, she's really going now," Rita said. "I'm going to stick this thing in her ass for a while before I let Muff have her!"
Muff barked from the corner, where he sat waiting, his pink dog-prick unsheathed and waiting to fuck. Greta heard Rita, understanding that Muff was going to mount her soon, but she didn't care. Now the big dildo strapped about Rita's waist forced its way into her rectum and she welcome it-felt the pain but welcomed it! In a minute, it too felt good! Greta felt herself going insane with passion. She couldn't stop squealing. Had every woman felt this way at some time?
"Muff!" Rita called. "Top, boy! Top!"
Muff sprang from his waiting position in the corner, circled the bed with his tail wagging briefly, then stuck his drooling snout under Greta as he sought her clitoris. Top meant only one thing to him: clitoris. Reggie had trained him well and his animal brain told him where his tongue should go and what service it should perform.
Still on all fours, Greta arched her back even more to accommodate the animal as his lapping tongue settled onto her love nub. Again, the pleasure was so intense that Greta found herself neglecting Gene's cock briefly. He slapped her, harder this time. "Don't you stop for one second, you little bitch!" he yelled. "You keep sucking till I say stop! Don't you stop... don't you stop... never stop... never... "
Greta felt that she might pass out at any moment now-so intense was the pleasure. God, oh God, oh God, she thought, chanting to herself, not daring to let up on Gene's bursting organ, not wanting to. Muffs tongue lapped furiously at her dripping juices and Rita had that big thing right in her ass and Gene's big cock was in her mouth.
Now Rita withdrew the dildo from her rectum. "Muff!" she cried, breathless. "Mount, boy! Mount!" Greta felt the desperate paws clutch her sides now, digging in like talons, as Rita guided the smaller but stout dog-cock into her rectum. The texture of his fur against her buttocks drove her to even greater heights. Muff was fucking her ass! An animal was fucking her! Then, to her surprise, Rita scooted beneath her, where Muff had been, and began tonguing her clit-lapping it and nibbling wildly at the top of her twat just as Muff had done. Her whole body heaved and shuddered violently now. She couldn't stand much more, she knew.
The sensations-so many of them all at once -were unbearable, and she felt certain she would faint. And then it began-the most intense, the deepest climax she had ever experienced. It was more than just a pleasant tingle of the clitoris or a vague rising pleasure deep within. It was a soulshattering explosion that threatened to take her very life with its intensity as wave after delicious pulsing wave of pleasure spasms wracked her body.
Muff drove harder, climaxing now as his paws dug into her sides and staccato bark-whimpers rose from his throat. Rita, who had begun masturbating, squealed too, and then, mercifully, Gene's hot load exploded in her mouth, vibrated up the stiff shaft from his balls like a geyser, and spewed, filling her mouth and dripping over her chin. Greedily, Greta gulped the love milk, tasting its last drop before she passed out and lay twitching on the bed.
When she awoke, she did not know how much time had passed. Gene and Rita lay sleeping, cuddled together like children on the bed. Muff eyed her drowsily from the corner. She turned off the blue light, then made her way down the stairs, and collapsed onto the pad beside young Denny.
CHAPTER NINE
For the second morning, Roger Theisen awoke squinting at the sun shining through the sliding glass doors of Gene's and Rita's living room. Well, today is Sunday-the last day of the party, he thought. Later this morning they would all be leaving. He was grateful that there was no thudding sound, the wreckers having completed their destruction of the smaller house next door. Gene had completed the erasure of his early college failure by leveling the tiny structure. Now there remained only this larger pleasure palace.
There was activity in the kitchen, as though someone were preparing coffee or a meal. Roger raised himself on up one elbow and surveyed the room. Everyone still slept on the pads that were scattered about the huge room. He spotted Denise, sleeping rump-to-rump with her Italian partner of last night. Somehow he felt relieved to find Denise and Tony sleeping innocently rather than in a passionate cuddle. The games had been just that-games. They had spent themselves, then collapsed into sleep, sexually exhausted.
He had just begun a long stretch, working the sleep from his limbs, when Gene suddenly came running into the room banging a large frying pan with a spatula.
"Up, everybody! Wake up! Breakfast is served! Breakfast is served! Morning, Roger," he called. "We're about to have bacon and eggs to celebrate the close of a delightful weekend. Rita has everything ready. Up, everybody! Up!"
Grumbling, blinking, the huddled couples began stirring beneath their blankets. Rita wheeled in an enormous coffee urn with a spout. "Good morning," she singsonged. "Come on, sleepyheads!"
Muff barked.
Roger, along with all the other stunned guests, began dressing. In a few minutes, everybody sat staring dumbly at servings of bacon and eggs, cups of coffee, toast. Reggie and Tina came downstairs then, too, walking like a royal couple about to inspect the troops. When Yolanda, Doris, and Patti arrived the entire group was in attendance and, at last, fully awake.
Gene seemed restless during the meal, but when everybody had finished and Rita had cleared the dishes away, he stood up and addressed the group.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "as you all know this has been a splendid weekend. Right?"
Nobody disagreed, and as usual there was applause. Gene savored the accolade, bowing humbly the way gracious hosts should. Roger took the opportunity to amble over and sit beside Denise. She gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.
"I want to thank each and every one of you for making this weekend possible," Gene went on. Then he began singling out individuals for special attention. He thanked Yolanda, Doris, and Patti for their unique performance as a team, Tina for offering her "special services," though he added that her alliance with Reggie had curtailed her activities somewhat. Finally, he thanked the "incomparable" Muff for providing variety. Muff, hearing his name, pawed the air, revealing his genitals proudly. It was as though he knew precisely the reason he had been brought to the affair. It was uncanny; the dog even let his tongue hang out for all to admire its length. Could he really be that smart? Roger wondered.
"And so," Gene continued, "the time is approaching when all of us will go our separate ways, each to pursue pleasure in his or her own manner. But Rita and I want you all to know that you are welcome in this household at any time, day or night. Naturally, we have a few special group affairs planned in the not-too-distant future"-he chuckled slyly-"but in the meantime should any of you wish to drop by we- "Excuse me," a voice interrupted. Everybody turned and saw that it was Reggie. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt this fine closing address," the dapper little gentleman said, "but I feel it essential to interject something at this time." Ironically, Reggie scratched his balls as he searched for words. "I wish to make a most important announcement."
A hush fell over the room. Obviously, whatever Reggie had to say was important. He was too polite and aware of protocol to interrupt without good reason.
"I wish to announce that Tina Whitman and I are to be married."
Cheers resounded throughout the room and the boom of applause seemed endless. As the roar of approval went on, Tina took her place beside her husband-to-be and they both stood there, beaming.
Finally, the din diminished to whispers, then faded. "I've made no secret that for many years now I've-I've not led what you might term the usual sexual life. Tina, however, has opened the doors of normality to me for the first time in my life. I am not a young man, admittedly, but I intend to show her a life she has never seen before. We will travel throughout the world as in- separable companions. I shall never cease showing my intense gratitude to this woman who has literally resurrected me from the living dead." Tears came to Reggie's eyes now as he kissed his bride-to-be on the cheek. "Again, Gene, I am sorry for interrupting your closing oration, but I felt compelled to make the announcement at this time."
Gene stood frowning, his closing address obviously being revised in his mind. Suddenly his face lit up devilishly and he said, "Reggie, Rita and I are proud that this union began here in the Rawls' household. Everyone here is delighted for you both, I'm sure, but do you suppose you could give us all some demonstration of your -your newfound prowess?"
"Demonstration?" Reggie muttered, looking at Tina who seemed just as bewildered as himself.
"Good God," Roger whispered to Denise. "You don't suppose he means what I think he means, do you?"
Denise grimaced. "Yes, I think he does."
"Here is the way I view it, Reggie," Gene said, glancing at his wife, Rita, for approval. "You met Tina here at my house, correct?"
"Yes, of course, but-"
"Ah, ah, ah," Gene continued. "Please let me finish. I therefore feel that you are duty bound to permit me one final request. Remember, you would not have met Tina-the woman you describe as 'resurrecting you from a living death' -if I had not invited you here. I feel that the nature of this party dictates that we close the festivities with a visual demonstration of you and Tina making love. Fucking, if you will."
Reggie's face turned crimson and his reply was a long time in coming. "Gene, that is preposterous and you know it! Tina is to be my wife. I will not perform like some trained seal before a-a mob. It's out of the question!"
"Ah, but Reggie," Gene said, "haven't people been performing like trained seals before you for a lifetime? I say you owe us this debt. Most important, in order to truly rid yourself of your compulsion to watch, your voyetirimn, you must make this final sexual gesture to insure your permanent cure. How do you know this impotence will not return otherwise? In fact, how do we really know you're not just lying to us?"
Reggie seemed about to explode. "Your reasoning, sir, is full of shit!" he screamed.
"How about it, folks?" Gene appealed to the group. "Don't you think Reggie and Tina should fuck for us?"
Roger was astounded at the reaction. Oddly, the group suddenly resembled an unruly mob in some cliche-ridden western movie. "Yeah... let 'em do it... come on... fuck for us... yeah," everyone screamed while Rita ran about spurring them on.
Tina whispered something in Reggie's ear and he stood back from her, scowling. Then they seemed to be arguing about something. Finally, Reggie raised his hands to quiet the group.
"Tina seems to think that under the circumstances a-a brief-a most brief demonstration of some kind is in order. Frankly, I don't agree with her. I think it's barbaric and-"
"What's the matter?" Tony yelled, or was it Marty? "Afraid you can't get it up?"
Reggie clenched his fists and started for the culprit who had dared to insult his manhood, but Tina held him back. Then, gently, Tina pulled Reggie onto the sofa and sat down beside him. She blew in his ear then and began running her fingernails through his hair, over his chest, along his pant leg. The group rose and gathered around the sofa.
"They're really going to do it," Roger whispered to Denise as they followed the others. "I would never have believed it." Everyone watched, hypnotized.
As Roger watched, he well knew the seductive powers of the remarkable Tina. He vividly recalled his session with her just night before last! He watched her fingers draw circles ever nearer to Reggie's crotch as they inched up his leg. At the same time, she licked and nibbled at his ear. And then, for all to see, Reggie's cock bulged inside his pants. Deftly, Tina's hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released at the bulge for a full minute before she slowly unzipped his fly and dipped her hand inside. An instant later, Reggie's bone-hard shaft came into view and everyone cheered. Tina gave Reggie's wanger a tiny swat so that it twanged as though vibrating.
"There," she said. "Does that look like the prick of an impotent man?"
By now, Reggie didn't seem to notice that there was a group watching him. His eyes were glazed with lust, but there was a certain hint of pride at the display of his stout member, "And now, girls," Tina said, "watch closely and I will illustrate how to please a man!" She bent down slowly and began tickling the tip of Reggie's dick with her tongue while running her rippling fingers up and down his legs, his testicles, his rectum. Next, she hiked her dress up, slipped out of her panties and straddled him. Reggie still sat up, mesmerized, and she faced him, rubbing his cock up and down the length of her cunt. When the entire length of the rod was inside of her, she glanced smiling over her boulder and arched her back so that all could see the slick prick gliding in and out and working against the pink folds of her vagina.
Roger suddenly realized that she was a born performer. This might well be the last public performance of her life, but she was making the most of it!
"Nice and hard, isn't it, girls?" she asked in a superior tone of voice. "As you can see, there are women and there are women. Reggie has always been a man. He just didn't have a woman who knew what she was doing, as I am demonstrating."
"Wow!" Denise said. "We saw her before- with that guy Chuck-but I-I had no idea she was such a skilled courtesan. She uses her body like a-a masseuse! This is a masterpiece!"
Roger laughed. "Yes, a masterpiece is right!"
Now Tina lifted herself from Reggie's glistening cock and turned facing the audience with all the grace of a female acrobat. Smiling, she spread the cheeks of her ass and slowly sat down on Reggie's pulsing hard-on again, wiggling her butt as she descended. Then she leaned back so that the group could observe the full length of Reggie's prong dipping in and out of her rectum. Bracing herself with both arms on the sofa, Tina was doing what amounted to deep knee-bends over Reggie's crotch.
"Ready, Reg?" she said.
"Oh, yes," he panted. "Anytime... anytime, Tina darling."
Tina's gaze scanned the group now as she continued her squatting movements. "We have decided that it is time for us to come," she said arrogantly. "I personally enjoy anal stimulation myself, so it will not be difficult for us to reach a simultaneous climax. By merely contracting... the... the muscles... we are... able to... bring about... a... a... ohhhh... climax... "
Tina shuddered, her eyelids fluttering involuntarily, even though she was making a conscious effort to control herself. But Reggie let out a desperate moan that had every man in the audience longing to swap positions with him. It was a moan of agony, ecstasy, supreme bliss. Tina sat there, impaled, for a long time, stroking Reggie's cheek over her shoulder. Finally she rose, and with all the aristocratic dignity she could muster, said, "Well, Reggie, shall we go upstairs and wash up before leaving?"
"Yes, love," he replied. "That's a splendid idea." He started to tuck his cock inside his pants but Tina caught his wrist.
"Leave it out, darling," she suggested. "Let it stand straight out as we leave the room-yon know, for the skeptics?"
He did, and he and his bride-to-be passed in review and up the stairs to wild applause. When the ovation had died, Rita said, "Coffee, anyone?"
The group moved toward the coffee urn to refill their cups and quell their erotic desires after this final coup.
"Well, it was one hell of a weekend," Roger said to Gene, as everybody gathered up their belongings to leave. "I was a little worried about Denise at first-with Rita, with everyone, but I finally got over it."
Gene smiled. "Yes, that's what is so good about these little get-togethers. They're damned therapeutic actually. People have hang-ups they don't even know exist until they attend a party like this."
Roger nodded. "I believe it. For instance, I know that Denise and I will be much better in the sack from now on. I can tell by some of the things she's said. And Yolanda, Doris and Patti -I bet they'll make better wives, too."
"Damn right they will," Gene agreed. "Sure, we may get a little weird at times, but it's a hell of a lot better than getting ulcers or going out and hiring some 'pro' to release our secret, pent-up desires. Even Muffs happy."
They both laughed as Rita came over and stood at her husband's side. "It was wonderful having you and Denise," Rita said. "You must come back again soon-both of you. The circumstances aren't always the same, you know. We're really quite sane most of the time. That Denise is a wonderful gal, really. I suspect we might have terrified her a bit one night there, but I hope she understands."
"Oh, I'm sure she understands," Roger said.
Rita went over to bid good-bye to the departing guests. So far, only Greta and young Denny were ready to leave. Arm in arm, they approached Gene. "No words to describe the time we had, Gene," Denny said. "And I found myself a beautiful little doll here-one I know I'll be compatible with. A weekend like this sort of takes the risk out of a relationship, if you know what I mean." He winked, then shook hands with his host appreciatively.
Roger and Gene watched them say good-bye to Rita at the door then start up the steep driveway to Denny's car.
"He's a great kid," Gene said. "He's going to be a lawyer some day. We can use a little more liberal thought in the courts."
"Right," Roger said.
"You know," Gene said, "two things made this party the biggest success of its type I've ever given. First, of course, there was Tina's and Reggie's linking up. That made for a great finish, huh? And the other thing was finding those wreckers, Ortega and Chuck. Wasn't that something?"
Roger recalled Ortega bouncing bug-eyed on the bed while Yolanda, Doris, and Patti worked him over. "Yeah, you're right. It was really a gas watching those two boys learn the ropes from girls who really know what's happening in the sex department. They'll be great lovers for the rest of their lives as a result of that little experience."
Other guests strolled by now, shook hands with both Gene and Roger before receiving a good-bye kiss from Rita standing at the front door.
"What a hostess," Gene said admiringly. "I don't know what I'd do without her."
"Yes, she's a remarkable woman," Roger agreed as Denise came over and stood beside him. He encircled her waist with his arm.
"Toodaloo; so long!" Yolanda, Doris, and Patti called from the doorway. Doris broke away then and came over and planted a big kiss on Roger's lips. "Thank you, Roger," she said. "Thank you very much." Then, turning to Denise, she said, "He's a wonderful man-one of the very few." She held Denise's hand in her own and there were tears in her eyes. Quickly she turned and left.
The three of them went over and stood by Rita, who somewhat sadly watched her guests ascending the steep driveway toward their cars. In a moment, Reggie and Tina, the last of the remaining guests, came downstairs. Roger was about to inquire as to Muffs whereabouts when suddenly Denise emitted a surprised squeal and jumped. It was Muff, bidding farewell in his own inimitable way with a sneak attack from the rear, using his sniffing snout as a weapon.
"Down, boy! Down!" Reggie commanded.
"Heel!"
Reluctantly, the huge Great Dane obeyed.
"Well," Gene said, "where do you two lovebirds expect to spend your honeymoon?"
"We haven't had a chance to discuss the matter fully," Reggie said, his eyes twinkling, "but I'm rather partial to Switzerland. It should be beautiful this time of year. Yes, indeed. But of course the final decision will rest with Tina. It will mean boarding Muff. I-I hope he doesn't get too lonely."
"You could leave him with us," Rita suggested. "I'm sure we can find some use for him." She laughed.
"Yes, I'm sure you could." Reggie agreed. "I don't know, though. I think perhaps it's time to find a companion for him. I mean, another dog -a female."
"Whatever you think," Rita said, "but you know he's always welcome."
They wished the engaged couple the best of luck then and there was an exchange of hugs and kisses. Rita's green eyes were noticeably moist as she watched the happy depart.
"We'd better be leaving, too," Roger said, shaking hands firmly with Gene. Again there were parting embraces. Then Roger and Denise climbed the steep incline. When they reached the top, they stood there looking down. The front door to Gene's and Rita's pleasure palace was shut now. A gentle, summer breeze played with the leaves in the eucalyptus trees. Down below, there was nothing except fresh earth where the smaller house had once stood.
"Well, we really tore the old house down, didn't we?" Denise said. There was an ineffable sadness in her voice.
"Yes," Roger said. "But I suppose you always have to tear down the old to make room for the new. Maybe they'll build a doll house there someday-something like that," Roger pondered this. "I feel that we tore down a few other things this weekend, too. For instance, until now I've thought of you as my own personal possession. I realize now that nobody owns anybody. We're all free to be what we want to be. I think we're the better for having had this weekend." He gave her hand a squeeze and she squeezed back.
Inside the car, Roger turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to a start. Roger sat there, not backing up. "Yes, we tore the old house down," he said, "and I love everything about you. I never loved you more."
"I feel the same way," Denise said, and then, glancing into the back seat, she spotted her brassiere that Roger had hastily tossed there night before last. She fetched it and held it dangling between them. "Do you realize I haven't worn a bra since Friday night?"
"True freedom from restraint," he said, and they both laughed. Sitting close together then, they drove down the winding mountain road. "Well, Mr. Architect," Denise said, "when are you going sign a house like Gene's and Rita's for us? "Soon," he said. "Very soon."
