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Merry Makes The Club ....(93k)    by Duncan Fox

CHAPTER ONE

Merry Richards felt a warm glow spread through her as she snuggled against the tall boy behind the wheel of the car. She and John had been dating for three years, until his graduation from high school a year before her had separated them. Now she had caught up and was with him at Harvin College, he a sophomore, she a freshman. A soft smile played across her lips and dimples marked her cheeks. John drove easily with one hand, his other arm draped over her shoulder as they headed for the small, intimate roadhouse just outside of town. She could feel his occasional sideways glance, but kept her eyes on the ribbon of road unwinding in the car's headlights. She thought her face should be described as cute rather than beautiful, but John liked it. She was pleased with the fact that her fresh complexion needed no makeup. Her silky blonde hair was just long enough to brush the sleeve of his jacket. By most standards her skirt was modest, ending two inches above the knees. The camel hair coat she wore concealed her full figure.

Out of the corner of her eye she studied his profile: strong chin and straight nose. His dark eyes gleamed slightly in the light from the dash. As usual, the corners of his mouth seemed to hide a smile that could break forth at any minute. Merry avoided thinking of the coming evening, having vowed to cross whatever bridges were before her as they came, and not to worry ahead.

"Here we are," said John, his voice warm and soft as he turned into the parking lot of the small roadhouse. Moving with the easy grace of an athlete, he helped her out of the car. After sitting across from him in the booth, Merry could feel his frank study of her figure as she removed her coat.

"You're beautiful tonight." John's compliment was genuine admiration, not flattery.

Merry nodded her head, embarrassed slightly. "Thank you, gallant sir."

"No, I mean it," he replied, his dark eyes serious. "You really are beautiful."

Merry floundered and changed the subject by asking him about a course she was considering signing up for in her sophomore year. For the rest of the evening at the roadhouse she kept the conversation carefully neutral, refusing to contemplate the inevitable scene that approached relentlessly. As they danced, he pulled her to him during the slow tunes and she felt his arm curl further and further around her back. Reluctantly, she let her hips be pulled in against him until she felt a beginning bulge against her belly. Fighting back her anxiety, and burying her head against his shoulder, she let her thighs brush his.

"Let's go somewhere else," he suggested softly.

Wordlessly she accompanied him back to the table and let him help her on with her coat. As his hands lingered on her shoulder she leaned back against him slightly.

Within moments she was again pressed close to him in the car as he guided it out of the parking lot and back onto the road. A few minutes later he turned off the main highway onto a narrow lane. Soon they were deep in the woods, the trees closing in around them. The radio played softly as he turned off the side road onto a dirt track. A hundred yards further on the road ended, surrounded by dark trees, isolated in the night.

Merry tried to still her growing concern as John shut off the engine. She concentrated on studying the dash, avoiding his eyes until he used his hand to turn her head toward him. His lips were warm and demanding on hers, working softly. She felt his tongue probe gently at her, and hesitantly opened her lips to it. As he explored her teeth and brushed her own tongue, she pulled herself closer to him, trying to bury her fears in passion.

For a moment she succeeded, until she felt his hand moving on her side, under her coat, pushing it back off her shoulder: then she tensed. Reluctantly she let go of him and helped him remove her coat. She huddled for a moment, feeling cold and alone until his arms returned and pulled her into his embrace. Now his hands were sliding the soft sweater over the skin of her back as she was pulled tight against his chest. His mouth was hard on hers, his tongue driving, demanding, as he pressed on her, their teeth clashing. Despite her fears, she felt her passion again building under the onslaught. She almost didn't notice one hand leaving her back and sliding slowly, cautiously around to her side, stroking her ribs, then moving up toward her breast.

She managed to fight down her anxiety as he captured the full, warm, soft mound and squeezed it gently. Despite her fears she felt her nipple begin to tense under her bra. She pressed against his hand, striving to let herself go and enjoy his touch. For a long time he worked at her breast, massaging it gently through her sweater and bra, holding their long, open-mouthed kiss. She almost forgot her fears until his hand moved again, leaving her breast for the buttons that ran down the front of the sweater. For a moment he was tangled in the gold chain and pendant she wore, then his fingers were at the top button, ignoring the scarf she had twisted about her neck. She fought to restrain her fears and tenseness as he fumbled with the button.

She felt a chill as the button opened and his fingers moved down to the next one, brushing softly over the triangle of bared skin. He fumbled again for a moment, then she felt the chill move lower, almost to the band of her bra. Trying to still her fears she ground her teeth against his, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. She tried to ignore his fumbling with the next button, harder to unfasten because of the tension put on it by the peaks of her breasts. Finally the button released and she felt his hand move downward over the band of her bra. Quickly, the last two buttons were unfastened. A lump formed in her throat as he brushed the sweater back, baring her stomach and her bra-encased breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly in her ear as he again clutched at her full breasts. She buried her head against his shoulder as he massaged a large breast. In spite of her fear, she felt her nipple stiffen further inside its lacy confines, poking almost painfully against the bra. As his hands began to move over her, her tenseness increased. She struggled to maintain control and helped him push the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms. Now she was bare to the waist except for her bra, pendant and scarf. She carefully avoided glancing at his shadowed lap, where she knew a huge bulge was growing inside his pants. His hands felt warm on her skin. The cool night air raised goosebumps on her back and belly as he cupped her tits, still through her bra. She flinched as she felt one hand move to the fastening at her back. For a moment the elastic tightened, then fell loose. Clenching her teeth against her growing terror, she let him brush the cups upward. Her nipples tensed and hardened both from the cool night air and the brushing, tugging, twisting of his fingers over them. Her breath caught in her throat, not from passion but from fear, as he worked her nipples over.

Her terror eased a little and her passion grew as he lingered there. She knew he was marveling at the size of her boobs, crowned with small, almost shy nipples. Despite their size, she was proud to note there was no sag to them. Their full weight was just enough to produce a small crease at their base. She knew he was studying the upward tilted nipples as she leaned back against the seat, head tilted back, eyes closed. Then she felt his lips capture one nipple and begin to nurse, drawing it up to a still sharper peak. She thrilled, despite her fear, as he rolled the nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, his teeth barely nipping at her. She didn't hear the soft buzz as he lowered the zipper on his pants and struggled to free his stiff rod from its confinement. She suddenly became aware of it when he took her hand and drew it toward his lap. She tried to pull back but failed, and felt the hard, warm rod against her fingers. She forced her fingers to wrap themselves around the shaft, feeling its rock hardness beneath the soft skin. Her fingers barely encompassed the huge tool. Resolutely she kept her eyes closed, trying to avoid seeing what she was holding, striving to control her growing terror. She almost succeeded until suddenly she felt his hand on her bare thigh, moving up under her skirt. She tried and desperately wanted to open her legs to him, then lost the battle, clamping her thighs tightly together as she yanked her hand away from his huge prick and pushed him away. Panic overwhelmed her and she curled up and pulled away from him.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," she cried, trying to control the panicky sound of her voice as she turned from John.

"Goddamn it," John cursed, his voice low. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

Merry curled up, shivering and crying. "I don't know. I just can't do it."

John slumped back in defeat, his prick rapidly wilting. "Great. That's just great." His anger blazed. "What the hell's the matter with you?" he asked again.

Merry shook her head, her blonde hair spilling over her bare shoulders. "I'm sorry, John, really I am."

Angrily, John pushed his now flaccid organ back in his pants, wincing slightly, and said, "To hell with it!"

As Merry re-fastened her bra and recovered her sweater, he started the car and hacked out the narrow track with a jerk. Merry's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her sweater and she avoided looking at John's angry face. Mute, she curled up against the far door and stared miserably out at the night. When they pulled up outside the apartment house where she lived just off campus, John shut the engine off and stared at her. She reluctantly acknowledged his glare and glanced at him fearfully.

For a long, painful moment he eyed her, and then spat out, "I've had it. There's a word for girls like you. I didn't think it applied, but now I'm sure it does. Cock tease."

Miserable, Merry flinched at the word. She twisted her hands in her lap as John vented all of his anger and frustration on her. Finally he seemed to run out of words. He leaned across and opened her door from inside the car. Blindly she staggered out. As she found her way to the door she heard him gun the engine of his car and race away into the night. Her fingers fumbled at the lock and she finally stepped inside and closed the door behind herself and leaned against it, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes. Resolutely, she bit her lip and pushed away from the door, trying to forget the angry scene. As she walked into the living room her roommate, Linda, looked up from the desk in the corner. "You're back early tonight. Hey, what's the matter?"

Merry collapsed on the couch, finally giving vent to her sorrow and frustration, and sobbed out, "John j-j-just told me where I could go."

"Uh-oh," Linda straightened the sheets of the term paper she had been rewriting. "I thought everything was going great with you two. You've been going with him for years now, through high school and now here. You had your spats last year when you were separated, but now you're both in college, I thought it would work out."

Merry fought back her tears. "Well, it hadn't. Things have gotten worse. Now I'll never see him again."

Linda's long fingers selected a cigarette from a half-empty pack and she concentrated on lighting it. She blew out a long stream of smoke. "Okay, tell big sister all about it."

Merry got up and pulled off her coat. "What is there to tell? He told me he never wanted to see me again."

"So he must have had a reason," Linda commented, studying the tip of her cigarette. "Oh, he did, all right," Merry said, her voice heavy with meaning as she hung up her coat. Linda nodded. "Sex again, huh? He wanted to screw you."

Merry was no longer shocked at her roommate's earthy language. The changes in Linda following her first year in college had shaken Merry at first, but she had come to accept them. For four years they had been close friends, despite the one year difference in ages and classes in high school. Now together again in college, Merry relied heavily on her older friend's experience and knowledge of Harvin College ways. Returning from the refrigerator, a container of yogurt in hand, Merry shook her head. "What's wrong with me, Linda? I want to go to bed with him, but when the chips are down I freeze up."

Linda's mouth quirked and she brushed back a lock of her long dark hair. "That's an interesting choice of words. Tell me what happened."

Merry stirred the yogurt. "Everything went fine, right up to the end. Then I panicked." She gave the older girl a brief description of the evening. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I want to make love, but when we reach a certain point, I panic. I guess I'll just be a professional virgin. John won't even speak to me." She began to sniffle again.

"Hey, take it easy, it's not all that bad." Linda sat down next to Merry and put an arm around her shoulders.

Merry collapsed completely, folding up into Linda's arms, crying bitterly. Finally she pulled herself together again and pulled away gently. "What can I do?" Her voice made her desperation clear.

Linda chewed her lower lip for a moment, then seemed to come to a decision. Resolutely she turned Merry to face her and gripped the younger girl's shoulders and asked, "Do you remember how I was in high school?"

"What do you mean?" Merry asked, puzzled, looking straight into the brown eyes of her roommate.

"I was just like you." Linda was deadly serious. "I couldn't let a guy touch me without falling to pieces. Remember?"

Merry nodded. "Aren't you still?" she asked.

"Un-uh," Linda said, shaking her head vigorously. "I am not. Your parents did the same thing to you mine did to me. Much as I wanted sex, they made me so afraid of it I could have become a nun, and I'm not even Catholic. But I'm not like that any more."

Merry was intrigued, and asked, "What happened?"

Linda got up and began to pace, her shapely legs taking long strides. Merry tried to keep her eyes from the exposure Linda's shorty pajamas granted. Linda turned and faced Merry, hands on hips, legs spread, and said, "I'll tell you, but you have to swear secrecy. If any of this got out, we'd be in the deepest possible trouble."

Merry was puzzled. "What kind of trouble?"

Linda smiled grimly. "The worst, believe me. I wouldn't even begin to tell you if I didn't know you as well as I do. Swear you won't tell anyone?"

Merry nodded dubiously, and said, "I swear."

Linda nodded. "Okay. You ever seen one of these before?" She lifted her left foot and planted it on Merry's knee. On her ankle was a fine gold chain with a small gold medallion.

On the medallion was a symbol, the circle and cross symbol for a woman. The letters S and N were interlocked in the center of the circle.

Merry fingered the tag briefly. "Un-uh, never have. What is it?"

Linda pulled her foot back. "It's a club. That's the symbol the girls wear. The boys wear a neck chain with a medallion on it. Theirs have the symbol for a man, a circle with an arrow. The letters stand for the Satyrs and the Nymphs, the name of the club."

Merry's blue eyes were large with wonder. "You mean like from the Greeks?"

Linda nodded. "Uh-huh. The Greeks had the word for it. That's the club that saved me. If you want, I'll see if it can do the same for you."

Merry looked dubious. "I don't know."

Linda sat next to Merry again. "I won't try to kid you. For someone like you, the initiation is rough, and once you start, you can't pull out. But believe me, it's worth it, every minute of it."

"Will it help me?" Merry was worried as she studied her friend. "Will I be able to get John back?"

Linda smiled. "If you still want John after you become a full-fledged member, you'll be able to get him back."

Merry chewed on her lower lip. "Okay, I'll try. I guess anything is better than what I have now."

Linda stood up quickly. "Okay. That settles it. From now on, you are under my orders, and the orders of any other full member of S and N." She walked over to her desk and dug into the top drawer, and pulled out a bracelet. Made with heavy gold links, it bore a pendant similar to the one she wore on her ankle, except without the symbol, bearing only the two letters. "This will identify you to other members."

Merry reluctantly took the bracelet, and said, "You expected me to join."

Linda shook her head in denial. "That's the one I wore last year. I pass it on to a candidate I select. If it hadn't been you, I would have had to find someone else. If, at any time, I or another member demand the return of the bracelet, it means you are out. When you become a full member, you pass it on to a new candidate."

Merry slipped the bracelet on. It felt very heavy and cold on her wrist. "How many members are there?"

Linda leaned back against the desk. "There are five Satyrs and five Nymphs. As a candidate, you're called a Nymphette, which, I'll admit, is corny. There can be a total of ten candidates in all, one per member. We don't expect to have that many. I'm sure enough of you to give you the bracelet now, but I still have to get club approval."

Merry shook her wrist, eyeing the heavy chain, and asked, "What does the club do?"

Linda smiled and answered, "We make love."

Merry started. "You what?" Amazed, she studied Linda.

Linda nodded. "We make love. The basic idea behind the club is that sex is beautiful, an art form that requires practice to perfect. Our aim is to elevate lovemaking of all types to the highest form of art possible."

Merry shook her head, and said, "I don't believe it."

Linda smiled again. "You will, after your first meeting."

"Where are the meetings held?" Merry continued to study the bracelet.

"We have a clubhouse outside of town. Now," Linda said, clapping her hands, "we have to get you completely out of that blue funk you're in. As of right now, you are under my orders. Go into the bedroom and get undressed while I run you a bath."

Merry eyed Linda dubiously. "Okay, I agreed."

"Indeed you did." Linda was firm as she pushed Merry out of the living room.

As she undressed, Merry's wrist felt heavy under the weight of the bracelet she wore. Her fingers fumbled as she unknotted her neck-scarf and folded it neatly over the back of a chair. Her sweater followed and she kicked off her shoes. A bit anxiously she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her bra and panties quickly followed and she hurriedly pulled on her robe before Linda came in. The bathroom had doors opening on both the bedroom and the living room, and Merry stepped hesitantly through the door into a cloud of fragrant steam. Linda was leaning over the tub, testing the water. She straightened when Merry entered, and ordered, "Take off your robe and climb in."

Merry hesitated, then reluctantly shucked off the robe. She had never felt easy undressing in front of others, even the girl who was her roommate. Quickly she stepped into the mountain of bubbles on top of the water. As she settled under it, the heat of the tub brought a gasp from her. She looked up to find Linda offering her a glass of wine.

"Here, sip this while you soak." Linda gathered up the robe and took it out of the room.

As Merry soaked in the hot, aromatic water and sipped the wine, memories of her date with John settled to the back of her mind and she felt the tense muscles of her shoulders easing.

"When you're all relaxed, dry yourself and come in the bedroom," Linda again ordered, her voice muffled by the closed door.

Finally the cooling of the water drove Merry out of the tub. Quickly, but carefully, she toweled herself dry, rubbing her skin briskly to tingling redness. Not finding her robe, she shrugged and wrapped herself in the towel as best as she could. She gasped as she stepped into the bedroom. In the time Merry had been in the bath, Linda had lighted two candles and put out the lights. A stick of incense burned in an ash tray, sending up a thin, steady stream of perfumed smoke. Linda had changed from her pajamas into a long, flowing, sheer robe. Through the gauzy material, Merry could see Linda wore nothing underneath.

"Take off the towel and lie face down on your bed." Linda's voice was soft but firm.

Reluctantly, Merry dropped the towel, turning to shield herself from Linda's gaze. Quickly, Merry stretched out face down on the bed. Its covers and blankets had been pulled back, and the sheet felt cool against her warmed skin. As she lay there, head turned to one side, cheek cushioned on her hands, she could hear Linda rustling around. Finally Merry felt the bed sag as her roommate sat down even with her hips. Merry felt some warm, oily liquid trickle onto her back, near the base of her neck.

"Just relax," Linda said as she began to massage Merry's shoulders.

Under the soothing influence of the wine and the bath, Merry let herself slide into a half-sleep.

She felt Linda's strong, slender fingers working at the muscles high in her back and shoulders.

"Mmmm, you have nice muscles," Linda murmured. "It must be from all that swimming you do." Her fingers continued to work. "Don't talk, just relax."

Merry let her mind drift. She felt the few remaining knots in her muscles relax as Linda worked at her. For a moment the caressing hands left her and she felt more oil spilling onto her, lower down this time. Then the hands were back, working their way down her back and spine, seeking out knots of tension and working them loose. Merry was half asleep again as Linda worked lower and lower, down to the small of the younger girl's back. The massaging hands worked even lower, down over Merry's full ass. The soft masses of her buttocks were given the same careful attention by Linda, and Merry felt vague stirrings in her loins as Linda's fingers prodded and squeezed down between the cheeks, prying even into the crack. Merry squirmed her bottom around, then relaxed as she felt Linda move lower, down to the backs of her thighs. Every once in a while Linda would stop, and Merry would feel a trickle of oil spill onto her, then the hands would return, working over her soft flesh, pressing the oil into her, softening her seemingly clear to the bone. Finally she felt Linda working at each of her feet, massaging oil into the soles, pressing and stretching.

"Mmmm, that felt good," Merry said lazily.

"Not done yet," said Linda. "Now turn over."

Merry started to protest sleepily, then remembered her promise. Reluctantly she rolled onto her back and squirmed back to the center of her bed. Automatically one arm went to shield her breasts, one hand went to her crotch to cover the fine, reddish hair that formed a tiny, soft triangle.

She turned worried eyes to Linda and gasped when she realized Linda was nude. As the other girl reached for the arm shielding her breasts, Merry resisted slightly, but the firm look in Linda's eyes swayed her. She let her arm go loose and Linda straightened it out, then poured a thin stream of oil into the cupped palm of Merry's hand. Merry watched carefully as Linda worked with the oil, massaging and working her fingers. She felt as if the hand Linda was working on had ceased to be hers, as if she had feeling there but no control. She watched as Linda cradled the hand and forearm to cup the elbow slightly to hold a few drops of oil.

"Just relax your arm completely." Linda massaged the oil in from wrist to forearm, then worked up to Merry's shoulder. Every muscle was sought out and loosened, from fingertips to shoulder.

Merry let Linda place her arm back at her side and watched as Linda rounded the foot of the bed and took Merry's shielding hand from her crotch. As Linda repeated the massage of her arm, Merry let her eyes close again. She felt Linda finish the arm and place it by her side and wondered what would happen next. She felt Linda studying her body and resisted the urge to try and cover her nakedness. Gritting her teeth, Merry lay still, then opened her eyes as the bed sagged next to her again. She looked up just as Linda reached out gentle, oil covered hands and began to work the muscles and tendons at the sides of her neck and jaw, then moved up to smooth the slight wrinkles in her forehead, brushing gently over her eyelids. Linda moved down to Merry's shoulders and began to work out along her collarbone.

Merry watched the other girl, feeling her muscles being worked at. As Linda worked, Merry noticed that Linda's small, firm breasts moved and stretched with her motions. Linda's nipples, dark against her pale skin, seemed peaked and excited. Merry could see shadows of Linda's ribs under her skin and marveled at the other girl's slimness. She was distracted from her contemplation as Linda carefully circled around her breasts and down over her ribs and stomach. A pool of oil was poured into her navel, and Merry felt Linda's hands work it into the skin of her belly. Linda lingered there for a long time, working down to, but not into the triangle of pubic hair. Next a stream of oil was poured down each thigh and Linda continued downward until she finally reached Merry's feet. After spending a suitable length of time at her feet, Linda quit and moved back up to sit next to Merry's waist. Lying flat, Merry looked up, deep into Linda's serious eyes but could read nothing in them. She kept her gaze locked on Linda as the girl's hands went out and touched Merry's full breasts.

Merry flinched, then reminded herself of her promise and struggled to relax as she felt Linda try to grip the two, full breasts in her hands. Merry felt her nipples begin to peak into the palms of the other girl's hands and felt vague stirrings in her belly. She closed her eyes and let Linda's hands build a slow fire in her, as her large breasts were pressed over her ribs, then fingers plucked and pulled at her nipples as John's hands had done before. She opened her eyes and looked up at Linda. Shadowed by her long, straight hair, Linda's mouth seemed to be half-open, and the girl's dark eyes caught gleams of candlelight. Wondering what Linda was feeling, Merry reached up a tentative hand and cupped Linda's small, firm breast. Linda's sharp, hard little nipple seemed to prick Merry's hand and Linda smiled encouragement, then bent and began to nurse at Merry's breasts, sucking first at one hard nipple, then the other, nipping gently, tugging at them.

Merry gasped as fires built in her and she continued to fondle and massage Linda's taut little tits. For the first time in her life, Merry felt the fires grow and flame instead of freeze. Her hips began to churn restlessly, twisting from side to side on the bed, her legs opening and closing as she felt her passions building.

As she squirmed, Merry felt Linda's hand move slowly downward to her belly, there to hesitate and circle, pressing and massaging, poking into her navel. Merry thrust her now aching and thrilling breasts upward into Linda's eager mouth as Linda ground her hand into her stomach, then suddenly moved, trailing gentle fingers lower.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Merry began to whisper as Linda's fingers toyed just at the top of her pubic hair, then stroked downward to the juncture of her thighs. Eagerly, instinctively, Merry spread her legs wide, bending her knees and arching her pelvis upward. She felt Linda continue to torment her, lingering gently, teasingly at the gates to her sex, just slipping gently along in the crack between her lips, then pressing deeper. Merry felt her juices begin to flow as the other girl's fingers slid slightly into her. Again Merry drove her pelvis up, and again Linda held back, just inside the gates, then working deeper.

"Oh, my God, my God," Merry gasped. "More, give me more!" She felt Linda's fingers slip deeper inside, felt her juices begin to gush over them. Frantic now, Merry drove her cunt upward, trying to take more and more of Linda's hand into her, her sex eagerly devouring Linda's fingers. Suddenly she felt Linda grinding her hand downward on her swelling clitoris, pressing it back against her pubic arch, sending jolts of sensation blazing through her. Merry's hips churned endlessly now, twisting and grinding and driving as surge after surge of passion blazed through her. She didn't even notice as Linda squirmed onto the bed next to her, Linda's free hand plunging deep into her own sex as she pressed herself against Merry. Feeling the warmth against her, Merry eagerly clutched at her roommate, pulling her lips from her breasts and meeting Linda's open mouth with her own in a clashing, grinding kiss as wave after wave of passion boiled through her. For a long, endless, blazing moment, they clung together, then sagged apart in exhaustion. Merry planted a series of affectionate, loving kisses on Linda's face before dropping bonelessly onto her back, leaving Linda's fingers still buried deep inside of her.

Merry awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and a grinding mixture of shame and fear. As she gazed around the room she noticed the gutted candles and stub of incense. A damp towel in the corner of the room reminded her of everything. She rolled over and struggled upright. She reached hastily for the sheet as the door opened and Linda, naked, came in with a tray of coffee.

Linda cheerily said, "Good morning! Have some coffee." Merry tried to cover her feelings as she replied, "Thanks."

Linda seated herself carefully on the bed. "And relax. I'm still your old roommate, not some bull dyke."

Merry wordlessly sought refuge in her coffee, trying not to look at Linda's brazen nudity. She couldn't avoid studying the other girl's slender, trim figure. Linda seemed to show no signs of the previous night's activities. Why she thought her roommate should look different, Merry didn't know.

"How do you feel this morning?" Linda asked. "Sleep well?"

Merry finally paused to analyze herself. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did sleep well." She was surprised, and added, "Best I've ever slept, I think."

Linda smiled. "Good. I'm not surprised. Now, about last night."

Merry blushed and turned away. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Linda became firm. "Well, you're going to talk about it, or at least listen."

Merry shook her head, her tangled blonde hair flying against the pillow she had propped up. "It was horrible."

"Bullshit!" Linda denied explosively. "I don't believe that, and neither do you, and you know it. Honestly now, what was it like?"

Merry stared into her coffee. "I don't know. Good, I guess."

"It was great, and you know it."

Merry shook her head again, and said doubtfully, "It was great, but... I mean... "

Linda's cup clinked down in the saucer. "But because it was me instead of a guy, you get all uptight about it. When I told you S and N was for sex, I didn't say boy-girl sex, I just said sex. That's all I meant. We don't make it a habit to make it with the same sex, but if it happens, it happens. There was a darn good reason for what I did last night."

"What, for your own jollies?" Merry's voice was sharp.

Linda frowned. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, but yes, I did enjoy it. The main reason I did it was to find out just how good you're going to be in S and N. I wanted to find out if you could have an orgasm."

"Well, you found out," Merry said bitterly.

Linda set down her cup and softened her voice. "Hey, take it easy, kid." Carefully, she moved up and put a hand on Merry's shoulder. "Relax. If you could give me one really good reason why what happened last night was wrong, I'd apologize. But I know you can't. It was good, and you know it. It was your first orgasm, wasn't it?"

Merry did not meet Linda's eyes, and nodded silently.

"Good, now you're over the hump. If I'd been a man, you never would have been able to let yourself go. As it was, I had to lead you into it gradually. Now that you know what it's like, it'll be easier for you."

Merry looked up at her friend and said dubiously, "Think so?"

"I know so," Linda said firmly.

"Oh, Linda, it was good," Merry said, clasping her friend in her arms and pulling her into a tight hug.

For a long moment they clung together, then Linda gently extricated herself. "Now come on out for some breakfast."

"Okay, where's my robe?" Merry looked around the room.

Linda picked up the cups and headed out of the room. "Who needs a robe?"

Merry stared after her friend, then thought for a moment, a frown furrowing her forehead. Finally, still naked, she followed Linda out of the room.

CHAPTER TWO

After breakfast, Merry and Linda walked down to the school swimming pool. On Saturdays the pool was open to all students if there was no swimming meet scheduled. The early fall weather was crisp and clear and the leaves were just beginning to turn. Here and there a maple tree had beaten the rush by turning a blazing scarlet. Merry shuffled her feet through the first drifts of leaves on the walks, listening to Linda.

"In case you're interested, you passed the test last night with flying colors," Linda was saying. "That's the first one."

Merry looked at a fat, bold squirrel digging through the leaves, and asked, "Are there more tests?"

"Umm-hm," Linda said, brushing the hair back out of her eyes. "Two more, really. But don't worry, you'll pass them with no sweat."

Merry asked, worried, "What are they?"

Linda pursed her lips. "I guess you'd call them the 'looks test', and the 'sex appeal test'."

Merry thought about this, still worried. She wasn't even sure she knew what sex appeal was. "What do the tests consist of?"

"You'll find out. I can't tell you anything except not to worry," Linda replied as they turned toward the pool.

"When will the tests be held?" Merry asked.

Linda signed for a locker for the two of them, "I'll have to find out. There's a meeting tonight. Come on, let's swim."

Changing into her suit, Merry pondered what she was letting herself in for. She desperately wanted to lose her inhibitions. She still felt a lingering sense of shame and disgust, but the previous night with Linda had been better than she had admitted. Despite her shame, she wanted it to happen again. The knowledge that Linda had a meeting tonight was a disappointment to her, for it postponed any repeat of the night before. Merry only hoped that soon it would be possible again, or that perhaps something better might come up. She stepped out of the cubicle to see Linda already waiting.

Compared with Linda, Merry's two-piece suit was modest. Merry's mother had always felt a girl's navel should be covered, and Merry agreed with the decision. Linda's suit barely covered her ample brush of pubic hair. In fact, Merry suspected the other girl shaved a bit. Linda's small breasts were barely concealed by two triangles of cloth controlled by shoestring thin strings around her neck and back. Fighting back a feeling of dowdiness, Merry joined the other girl and they stepped through the foot bath and showers and on to the pool deck.

Harvin College had always been well-endowed by its alumni. The pool was huge, and a good crowd was on hand. While football or basketball were major sports at some schools, Harvin concentrated on swimming and water polo. Both men and women had swimming teams, there was a men's water polo team that was tops in the league, a precision swimming team, and water ballet club. Linda was in the ballet club, while Merry swam competitively on the women's team. Anxiously, Merry scanned the crowd. John usually was horsing around in the pool on Saturday mornings, but there seemed to be no sign of him. A deep voice startled her.

"Hey, Linda, this your new candidate?" The boy addressing them was huge. His team tank suit looked miniscule on his huge frame. At six-foot-six, two hundred sixty pounds, Eddie "Earthquake" Enfield was the star of the water polo team.

Merry had forgotten she was wearing the telltale bracelet, and tried to hide her arm behind her back.

"This is the one, Eddie. Do you know Merry Richards, my roommate? Merry, I'm sure you know Eddie Enfield."

Merry murmured her greeting.

After Eddie checked for nearby eavesdroppers, he asked, "Any idea what's on for the meeting tonight?" His whisper matched his size, and was audible for twenty feet, but the pool racket covered it.

Linda shook her head. "Nope. You know Fred and Karen, they can keep a secret better than the Pentagon."

Eddie boomed a laugh. "That's not hard. Hey, there's Mandy. I'll see you later."

Merry watched as the huge boy raised a titanic spray of water as he dove into the pool and stroked after a tiny Chinese girl. Submerging, he came up under her and tossed her squealing into the air. "Is Eddie a member?" Merry asked.

Linda nodded and put her towel over the rope separating the spectators' seats from the pool. "Yep. So's Mandy Lee, the girl he just tossed," she noted.

As she tucked her hair under the required bathing cap, Merry shivered at the thought of making love to the huge boy. "Anyone else I might know?"

Linda smiled. "He scares you, huh? He's as gentle as a lamb, except at water polo, but you'll see. Come on, let's get wet."

Throughout the morning, Merry could not keep her eyes off the massive body of "Earthquake" Enfield. Unlike many swimmers, he was blessed with bulging muscles. His powerful torso was covered with a thick mat of black curling hair.

When he stepped out of the pool, Merry could not keep her eyes from his barely concealed groin. The bulge contained in his swim suit seemed huge, fully in scale with his body size.

At lunch time, Merry excused herself from the pool, and, after a quick snack, headed off to the library for some studying. As a freshman, she had not yet selected a major, and was taking a variety of survey courses. On an impulse, she checked out an anatomy book normally used by pre-med students. She would never have admitted it to anyone, even Linda, but Merry had never even seen what a man's organ looked like. As she left the library late in the afternoon, Merry felt as if all eyes were on her and the book she carried under her arm. She felt that no matter how she turned it, people were reading the title of it and staring at her in a knowing way. As she hurried across the campus, she again became aware of the heavy bracelet she wore, and tried to conceal it also. With a sigh of relief, she slipped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. "Hi, Linda, I'm back." Merry's cry seemed to echo and got no reply. Propped up on the coffee table was a note.

"Merry, gone to dinner with some of the gang before the meeting. Don't wait up, it'll be a long meeting." Linda's usual neat signature was at the bottom of the sheet.

A wave of loneliness swept over Merry as she placed her books on her desk and stripped off her coat and scarf. The apartment seemed terribly empty and lonely this Saturday night. Normally, Saturday was the evening she spent with John. In the summer it had meant an evening at the drive-in movies. In winter, it might mean an evening of television or a local movie or night spot. For a moment, Merry fidgeted nervously, then went out to the kitchen to fix some dinner. The silence of the apartment gave her goosebumps, and she flipped on the television without paying any attention to what was on. The reassuring drone of talk eased her mind a little as she fixed a diet salad and poured a glass of skim milk. Merry had gotten used to the fact that she seemed always to be dieting. With a sigh she sank down in the easy chair and propped her feet up on the stool. Staring at the screen without really seeing what was on it, she pensively ate her dinner.

Her mind roamed restlessly over the day, returning again and again to the massive bulk of Eddie Enfield. Throughout the morning, he had engaged in the normal uproarious Saturday swimfest. A purely recreational time, it was a social gathering spot for half the campus. Eddie seemed to know every pretty girl in the school. His major interest, though, had been Amanda Lee, the tiny Chinese-American girl. The contrast between her and Eddie was phenomenal. Mandy stood barely five feet tall, if that, and dripping wet could not have weighed more than ninety pounds. Her figure was trim and sleek. The suit she had worn, a miniscule bikini of bright orange and reds, had contrasted with her smooth olive skin. Restless again, Merry got up and paced the living room floor. A quick glance through the medical textbook left her unsatisfied. As her eye caught her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, she paused. Remembering Mandy's tiny, perfect body, Merry studied her own figure, hidden by a bulky sweatshirt and tight dungarees. Deciding to take stock, Merry peeled her sweatshirt up over her head, pausing for a moment to untangle the simple cross she wore from the sweatshirt's folds. She tossed the shirt aside and stood before the mirror. The waistband of the jeans cut into her slightly and she unfastened the snap at the waist, then unzipped the fly. The swell of her hips thrust the unfastened top of the pants open, disclosing lacy panties.

Bending, Merry slid the jeans down her full thighs and legs and stepped carefully out of them, and draped them over the back of a chair. Back in front of the mirror, Merry took stock of her figure full on. Her full breasts, restrained by a bra, were large. Her ribs tapered to a waist kept under control only through regular dieting and exercise. A smooth, layer of fat brought on by swimming cushioned her angles, rounding her figure. The lacy panties fit tightly over her flanks and lower belly, showing a smooth mound over her pussy. Merry turned sideways to study her profile critically, again comparing herself with Mandy. Where the Chinese girl was petite, Merry swelled fully. A slight bulge over the tops of the cups of her bra showed how Merry's large tits were held in by the garment. Her torso tapered inward to her waist at the level of her navel, then swelled outward again in a slight pot she never managed to shed despite all her exercises. Behind, her fanny was full and round, but not flabby. Her thighs and legs were shapely, Merry decided, with none of the ripples of fat so many girls her size had.

As she studied herself, Merry thought again of the previous night, and a slow glow began to tease her stomach. She felt her nipples stiffen under the bra, pushing against the lace. A feeling of tightness in her chest made her catch her breath as she felt her breasts swell. Tensely, Merry reached behind her back and unhooked the straining bra, let it slide down her arms and then cast it over the back of the chair. Her huge breasts sprang free, the nipples peaking sharply, standing out proudly, begging for attention. Hesitantly, Merry brought her hands up and hefted the full weight of her breasts, cupping and rolling the soft masses gently. Her fingers crept upward and circled the red buds crowning the mounds. As her breathing quickened, Merry began to pinch at her nipples, pulling and rolling them, sending flashes of pleasure through her body.

Merry felt her knees growing shaky, and reluctantly left the mirror and walked over to the easy chair, tugging it awkwardly around in front of the mirror. Kicking the footstool into place, Merry sank down into the chair and put her feet up. A moment's shifting got her comfortable again, and her eyes went back to her image in the mirror. Slumped as she was, a few wrinkles creased her full belly and her breasts sagged slightly, begging for support and attention. For a moment, Merry felt qualms at what she was doing, the puritanical teachings of her mother and father coming back to her again. A strict family, Merry had been taught that bodies were to be kept carefully covered, and never to be played with. Her mother's attitude on sex had been drilled into Merry: all men were beasts, and sex was for having children, not for enjoyment. Merry remembered how her mother had spoken of a woman's "duty" to a man.

Merry bit her lip, hesitant again. But the memory of losing John and of her session with Linda burned through her and warmed her insides. Watching herself boldly in the mirror, Merry again began to fondle and play with her breasts, bringing the nipples alert again. As she played with them, rolling the hard little buds between her fingers, Merry felt a restlessness steal through her thighs, making them rub and twine against each other. The soft feel of skin against skin down there thrilled her further, building a slow itch in her crotch, an itch that more and more began to demand attention. Merry took her right hand from her breast and let it steal downward over her panties to begin a slow, gentle rubbing of her mound. Still keeping her legs pressed together, Merry found the itch increasing instead of declining as she rubbed over the top of her mound and tried to dig into her panties, trying to penetrate, stimulating herself further. Remembering what Linda had done the night before sent a wash of flame through her, melting Merry inside. Her eyes round, Merry continued to watch herself in the mirror as her legs twisted and separated, letting her fingers down lower, between her thighs. The fabric of her panties felt moist and Merry realized that her juices were beginning to spill out of her as her fingers probed and squeezed. Her breathing became more and more ragged, and the demand of her cunt for more and more attention grew stronger than ever. With a sighing gasp, Merry reached for the waistband of her panties and began to roll it downward, twisting and rolling her pelvis to let the panties slip lower and lower.

In the mirror she watched fascinated as she bared herself more and more, as the first few wisps of pubic hair sprang free of the cloth, until finally they were rolled down to the tops of her thighs. There Merry hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and pushing the panties down her legs, drawing her knees up together and kicking the garment off. With a whoosh of breath, Merry stood straight again and let her hand once more begin to tease herself, brushing lightly through the curling hair shielding her crotch, tantalizing the slit concealed there. As her passions began to boil, Merry let her legs fall open, spreading slowly apart. The excited inner lips of her cunt were beginning to peek out from inside, glistening pink and moist as her fingers stole downward and began to pry inside.

As she fingered gently inside herself, Merry closed her eyes and let her mind drift, feeling her blazing passions. Her mind went to Eddie Enfield's huge bulk, to the cock concealed by his inadequate suit, and she chilled at the thought of him striving to drive between her legs, but thrilled at the same time. Her fear began to cool her passion, and Merry wrenched her mind from him and onto the only sexual experience she had known thus far. The memory of Linda's slender, seductive body in the soft candlelight the night before rebuilt the heat in Merry's loins, driving her finger deeper into her slippery channel. As she recalled the other girl nursing at her breasts, the feeling of Linda's tight little tit in her hand, Merry's passion surged higher. Her cunt began to demand more, and Merry inserted a second finger, stretching and filling her tight, virginal channel. Her thumb seemed to automatically seek upward to the tiny bud of her clitoris, sliding easily up the now drenched channel of her pussy, finding the little button of pleasure, stiff and engorged with blood. As her thumb rolled the little bud against her pubic bone, blasts of glorious pleasure swept through Merry. Her pelvis danced and gyrated as she recalled her orgasm of the night before and felt another one building to new heights in her, finally sending her rocketing over the top as her cunt pulsated and quivered around her slime-covered fingers.

For a long time Merry slumped in satisfied exhaustion in the chair in front of the mirror, her hand still at her crotch, her fingers sending mild jolts of happiness upward. All her muscles felt limp and tired as she lay there, half dozing, until finally she stirred herself enough to straighten up in the chair. She pulled her moist fingers from her cunt and eyed them, curious. The wetness on them seemed to exude a pleasant, not unfamiliar smell. Not recalling where she had smelled it before, Merry put her fingers to her lips and tasted of the slime, surprised that it was not unpleasant. It was bland but at the same time interesting.

For a moment, Merry looked at her scattered garments, debating the idea of dressing again. A vigorous shake of her head denied the urge and she defiantly picked up the clothes and carried them into the bedroom, tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper. Proudly naked, she strode boldly through the apartment, thrilling to the feeling of freedom, the light touch of the air past her naked skin. She wrestled the easy chair back around to face the television and, after getting a beer out of the refrigerator, stretched out languidly, her bare crotch aimed straight into the eyes of Johnny Carson. Sipping at the beer, Merry felt defiant and proud at having beaten her inhibitions for another night. Halfway through her beer she felt herself dozing and quickly finished the brew off and stood up.

After disposing of the can she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In a moment she was luxuriating under the hot spray, feeling it pound over her relaxed muscles. Starting with her face she began to soap herself down, rinsing only to keep the stinging lather out of her eyes. As her hands brushed over her breasts the nipples peaked again. Giggling happily, Merry watched her tits as her fingers, slick with soap, circled and teased them upright. She felt her legs spreading, her crotch demanding, but held back. Arching her back, she teased and taunted herself by rubbing and twisting the little peaks, pulling at them. She bent her head, trying to get her lips to them, but failed. The water striking her belly below her breasts ran down in streams into the curling hair at her crotch, and Merry felt its warmth steal between her legs, watched as it streamed off the hair. Turning her back, she spread soap down over her belly and began to shampoo her cunt hair, letting her fingers slip just inside the lips of her cunt. As waves of passion swept through her, Merry had to lean back against the wall, turning toward the spray again. A stream of water tickled at her crotch and she spread her legs slightly, letting it begin to penetrate her slit. She shifted to receive the full force of the shower's stream as heat built in her loins. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over her, building and driving until she was racked by a series of orgasms so strong she had to slump in exhaustion under the spray. Weakly she stood and, after rinsing off the few remaining bits of lather, shut off the shower. As she toweled herself dry, Merry felt as if her skin nerves were exposed and naked. Never before had she felt the nubbled texture of the towel so strongly as she dried off.

Wearily, Merry stumbled into the bedroom and tugged the covers back. Ignoring her usual modest pajamas, she slipped naked between the sheets. Even in her exhaustion, the slick, cool feel of the sheets was a pleasurable shock to her. Merry was deeply asleep when Linda tiptoed into the room and slipped quietly into bed.

Merry was again last to awaken the next morning. Her nose told her that coffee was brewing and she threw back the covers and stepped out of bed. A quick peek into the living room revealed only Linda, and Merry stepped out of the bedroom. She thrilled now in her nakedness. She was still conscious of her body, and not proud of it, but her determination to overcome her inhibitions buoyed her up.

"Good morning," Linda said, eyeing Merry's nudity frankly. "You look to be in fine shape this morning."

Merry blushed, slightly self-conscious, and fought two opposing forces. Her old modesty tried to push her eyes away from her roommate's naked figure, while her new curiosity tried to make her stare. She covered her confusion by padding out to the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee. "How was the meeting?" she asked, her question casual as she sipped her coffee.

Linda blew out a stream of smoke, and answered, "Groovy, really groovy."

Merry eyed Linda's impish smile. "Don't torture me!" She stamped her bare foot, and demanded, "What about me? Did they accept me?"

Linda let her smile grow full. "You're in."

Merry let out a squeal, slopped coffee into the saucer setting her cup down, and threw her arms about the older girl.

Linda let the embrace go on for a moment before untangling herself and regaining control of her cigarette. "Hey, take it easy."

Merry tried to restrain her urge to bounce on the cushions. "What did they say?"

"No sweat." Linda took a last drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out. "You've passed all the tests. At least so far. Before you become a full member, you have a ways to go. You're fully accepted as a Nymphette."

Merry felt confused. "What tests have I passed? I didn't take any, other than the night before last with you."

Linda sipped at her coffee and brushed an ash from her cigarette off the slope of one small breast and said, "Yes you did. You didn't know it, was all. You passed all the tests at the pool yesterday."

Merry looked bewildered. "I did? But I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did," Linda contradicted, "you met every member at the pool yesterday. They watched you, and talked with you. The vote by both the Satyrs and the Nymphs was unanimous in your favor."

"I met them all yesterday?" Merry gasped. "I know Eddie and Mandy are members, you told me. But who were the others?"

Linda quirked her lips. "You're going to have to sharpen your eyes. Everyone of us wore our tags. Think hard, who'd you talk with yesterday?"

"Let me see." Merry wrinkled her forehead. Harvin was a small college, and everyone knew everyone else. She struggled to remember exactly who she had chatted with the day before. "Karen Johnson came over to ask about some course work, is she one?" Merry was startled. Harvin students generally came from well-to-do families, but Karen Johnson's family was known to be one of the wealthiest.

"Right again," Linda agreed. "Go on."

Merry counted on her fingers. "Counting you, that's four, six to go. Roosevelt Brown talked with me, but I doubt he's a member."

"Think again, Merry," Linda said, shaking her head. "Just because he's a Negro doesn't rule him out."

"You mean he's a member?" Merry's surprise was genuine. "Not that it makes any difference to me, I'm not prejudiced." Merry hesitated, and added, "At least, I try not to be. If he's a member, then I, bet Pearl Barton is, too. They're pretty much steadies."

Linda nodded. "Right again. But if you have any prejudices, you'll have to lose them. Also, no one is steady with anyone else in the club. Oh, there are steadyish pairs, but things are fluid."

Merry bit her lip again. "Oh, well. Ummmm, let's see, that's six, I guess." She thought some more, then snapped her fingers. "Steve Saunders."

Linda laughed. "I wondered when you'd get around to him."

Merry giggled. "I would have eventually. You've been seeing him enough. How many is that?"

Linda smiled and said, "You've got three to go. How about the 'Fighting Irish'?"

"Polly Sullivan and Mike Kelly? Are they members?" Merry asked.

"They love a good fight, I'll admit," Linda acknowledged. "But they love love even more."

Merry digested this silently. Polly and Mike were known to all as the "Fighting Irish" for good reason. In keeping with their names and heritages, they both had flaming red hair with tempers to match. Merry snapped her fingers. "Fred Harrison. He and Karen go together, and he came over to borrow a dime for the phone. Come to think of it, he didn't need that dime! He's got more money than Karen!"

Linda smiled. "But he had to have a reason to talk with you. That's the bunch of us. What do you think?"

Merry made a quizzical face. "What am I to think? If they accepted me, then I accept them."

"Good," Linda said, reaching for another cigarette. "Now we can get down to the details. Oh, there's a male candidate, too. Charlie Canfield, know him?"

"He's in a couple of my classes. A freshman," Merry said, nodding. "Don't take me wrong, but this is a pretty square group, isn't it?"

Linda nodded. "I guess you could call it that. In some ways, it is, but it's deliberate. That's where we come to the rules."

Merry had succeeded in completely forgetting she was naked. "Fire away."

"Okay." Linda puffed on her cigarette. "First the general rules. No drugs of any sort are permitted to be used by any members at any time. This includes marijuana." Linda paused and brushed frantically at a hot ash that had dropped on her bare thigh. "Ouch. Second, members must maintain a B average or better. Those rules keep things straight by controlling the type of members we take. We are, without a doubt, the most exclusive club on campus. In fact, no one else even knows about us."

"I guess not," Merry commented.

Linda leaned back, arms along the back of the couch, breasts pointing sharply. "Pregnancy is forbidden, and the girl is responsible. I know you're on the pill, so that's not any problem. Now, as a novice, you have certain rules special to you."

Merry listened, eyes serious.

"First," Linda went on, "as I said before, you must obey the orders of all full members. Don't worry, they won't be weird or anything. Second, you are not to engage in any sexual activity with any other candidate or non-member. You may indulge in sexual activity with a full member, but there are restrictions placed on full members with regard to sex with you, do don't worry about it. You may not request anything of any full member, and that means anything. There are no penalties if you do ask one to light your cigarette, oops, forgot, you don't smoke, but the member will just ignore your request."

Merry's eyes were very serious as she took this in, and then shyly asked, "What about... umm, sex with myself?"

Linda eyed the other girl. "Masturbation? Perfectly allowable. In fact, we encourage it with candidates. It's the best way to enhance your sexual reactions and responses and learn about yourself. You'll find out more about that as we go on. Let's see, did I leave anything out?" Linda thought for a moment, and said, "Nope, that's it."

Merry, nervous again, asked, "When's my first meeting?"

"Next Saturday night, and we've got work to do between now and then. How's your studying?"

Merry thought. "Not too bad. Wolfe gave me a stiff history assignment, though," she added.

Linda made a face. "Watch out for him. That's a good name for him. Has he asked you in for 'private counseling' yet?" Merry giggled. "Not yet, but I've heard."

Linda nodded. "Okay. Work comes first."

"Then what?" asked Merry, her breath quickening.

A little sensitivity session will be in order later on," Linda replied.

Through mighty concentration, Merry succeeded in keeping her mind on her history assignment. The political activities in Henry the Eighth's court interested her less than his wives, but still managed to catch her interest. As time wore on, however, her concentration wavered. Hitting the books again after lunch, Merry found she could not concentrate. Her mind kept wandering back to what Linda had told her and what was approaching. She kept casting sideways glances at Linda at the desk across the room, then trying to return to her work. Linda seemed unaffected by it all, concentrating carefully on her studying.

With relief, Merry finally heard Linda close her books and stack them, as usual, in a neat pile, ready for the morning dash to classes. Feigning innocence, Merry pretended to keep studying.

Linda's voice was close, over Merry's shoulder. "You've read that paragraph six times now."

Merry giggled and slammed the book shut, pushing it to the untidy back of her desk. "You weren't supposed to be watching."

Linda stayed serious. "You were supposed to be studying. Just remember, you have to keep your grades up."

Merry tried to calm down. "I know. I finished my work hours ago."

"Good. Let's have some dinner, then we can start."

Merry wanted nothing less than to wade through a meal, but followed her roommate's lead. Working together in the tiny kitchen, a quick meal was tossed together and they sat down in front of the coffee table to eat. Merry hurried through hers and then had to fidget while Linda ate leisurely.

Finally the older girl took her dishes out and stacked them in the sink. "Okay. Ready?"

Tensely, Merry nodded. Following Linda's instructions, the blonde girl helped move the furniture to clear a space on the floor, then spread out a sheet over the scratchy carpet. Neither of them had dressed, and Merry immediately lay down on the floor in response to Linda's instructions, her hair fanning out on the sheet.

"Just let yourself go all limp." Linda's voice was soft and low as she went around and turned out all but one dim light. "Just let yourself relax. All your muscles are going limp, and your arms and legs are feeling very heavy, so heavy you can't even lift them." Merry felt her muscles relax slowly and steadily under Linda's soft instructions. She even felt herself dozing a little and started when Linda knelt beside her on the floor.

"Just relax," Linda said softly. "I'm going to teach you how to feel with your body. Close your eyes and just concentrate on your feelings."

Merry did as she was told and felt Linda take one of her limp arms and turn it palm upward. Merry felt Linda gently make small, circular motions with her fingertips in the palm of her hand. Merry let her mind flow out toward that hand, trying to capture every little flavor of the sensation. The touch moved, slowly, up to her wrist, then trailed up to the hollow of her elbow where it paused again. Her hand was set down then, and Merry felt Linda move to the other side and repeat the process with her other hand.

"Concentrate on how it feels." Linda's voice was soft and unobtrusive.

Merry let out a giggle as Linda stroked gently up the sole of one of her feet. "That tickles."

"Only if you let it," Linda replied. "Don't let it tickle. Think of how it feels."

Merry stilled her giggle and quenched the ticklish sensation, feeling her toes curl downward as Linda stroked gently upward.

"Now, tell me what I'm doing," Linda said.

Merry thought, then answered as one of her nipples peaked sharply, "You're blowing on my right breast."

"Right," Linda affirmed. "Now, again."

Merry answered, "You're blowing on my left breast." Silence greeted her, and she concentrated again. "Oh, my," Merry gasped, "You're licking me!"

"Just relax and let it happen." Linda's voice was muffled, and Merry felt a puff of warm air on her breast.

As Merry lay there, she felt Linda licking softly and gently at her left nipple, then her right. Linda's long brown hair trailed gently across Merry's skin, stirring her blood further. Merry felt her nipples become painfully hard as the other girl continued to alternately lick first one nipple, then the other. She had to fight to relax now, struggle to keep from pushing her breasts upward for a firmer, more satisfying touch. Her nipples bounced like hard little erasers as Linda's tongue stroked over them. Suddenly the licking stopped.

"Okay," Linda said, rocking back on her heels, "how was that?"

Merry opened her eyes and looked up at her slender roommate. "Wow! How'd I do?"

Linda smiled tenderly. "Beautifully. You tasted great, by the way."

Merry giggled, making her full breasts, flattened by their own weight, wiggle on her chest. "I know I taste good."

Linda cocked an eyebrow, and said, "Oh, you do?"

"Mmmm-hummm." Merry suppressed her giggle again, then told Linda what she had done the night before.

"I wondered why you were so soundly asleep last night," Linda commented. "I could have set off a bomb next to you and you wouldn't have noticed it. How was it?"

Merry blushed and hedged, "I don't know."

Linda shook her head. "No really, tell me how it was. It's important to know, for your sake, not for mine. If you don't know whether it was good, bad, or otherwise, what good does it do?"

Merry thought back. "It was good, I guess, but not as good as the time before with you."

"Did your hand on your breast feel as good as mine does now?" Linda reached out and squeezed one of Merry's large mounds.

Merry gasped, then said, "Oh, my, do it again!" She felt Linda comply, felt her breast again rising to the challenge, her nipple stiffening. Suddenly she tensed, and Linda, feeling it, stopped.

"What's the matter?" Linda asked.

Merry, confused and worried, said, "Well, I mean you're a girl."

Linda nodded. "No denying that."

"I mean, well, is it all right?" Merry asked.

"You mean, am I a Lesbian?" Linda asked. "Or are you likely to become one? The answer to both questions is 'no'. If it really bothers you, we can stop. But, I think you have two problems. First, you are afraid of men, and cocks in particular. This is one way to lick the first fear you have. Your fear of men will be next. If you had to go to bed with a man right now, your two fears together would beat you. If we can knock out one fear, the other won't last long."

Merry thought this out, and asked, "You don't think I'll prefer women?"

Linda shrugged. "If you do, so what? But no, you're no Lesbian, or it would have shown up long before now."

Merry thought again, then came to a decision. Reaching a hesitant hand up to her roommate's bare breast she said, "Okay. But I want to do to you what you do to me."

Merry thrilled again as Linda's hand descended to the younger girl's breast, pressing it against her ribs. Linda's nipple pricked sharply into the palm of Merry's hand as she cupped Linda's smaller breast. The feeling of doing something for someone as well as having it done for her heightened Merry's excitement, and she reached up and drew the slender girl down next to her. For a long time Merry massaged and pulled at Linda's firm tits, making the nipples stand up sharply. As Merry worked, she felt slow fires building in her loins as Linda worked at her large breasts, pulling at them, rolling the nipples. Remembering what Linda had done before, Merry bent her head and took Linda's tight nipple into her mouth, tasting the freshness and firmness of it, pressing it against the roof of her mouth, rolling it with her tongue. She felt it rotate in her mouth, and felt a movement and realized that Linda was turning and kneeling, so she, too, could nurse.

For long minutes the girls sucked each other's tits, Linda kneeling at Merry's head, dark hair tickling down over her midsection. As passion built, Merry reached for her roommate's hips, then underneath, beginning to probe into the girl's thick, dark bush, exploring, beginning to seek the slit she knew was there. As Merry probed, she felt Linda's hand at her own crotch and spread her legs eagerly as the other girl brushed through the curls there. It was awkward to reach Linda, and Merry squirmed on her back, sliding upward toward the other girl's crotch, reluctantly releasing Linda's breast from her mouth. As Merry moved, suddenly Linda was moving too, crawling forward, hair tickling downward along Merry's belly, lips planting a string of long, warm kisses. Quivers of excitement rippled through Merry's belly at this, and she gasped and squirmed, then did the same to Linda. Letting herself be guided by what Linda was doing, Merry kissed and licked the soft skin so close to her face, right down to the top edge of Linda's pubic hair.

The bristly curls scratched Merry's nose slightly as she planted a string of kisses above Linda's pubic hair, and felt Linda doing the same for her. Merry's passions were cooking at a red heat now, melting her inside, and she felt a driving compulsion to explore lower with her mouth. Her tongue reached out and sought through the stiff hairs, tasting the first, hesitant juices of Linda's cunt. Merry closed her lips on the hairs and, twisting her head sideways, tugged gently at them. She felt Linda doing the same to her, then jerked as she felt the first slight touch of tongue at her pussy, prying gently into the slit. Linda was straddling Merry's head now, and she looked up at the cunt staring down at her. A sudden plunge of Linda's tongue brought a surge of flame, and Merry returned the favor, driving her tongue into Linda's oozing slit, prying as deeply as possible into her roommate. Merry's instincts were taking over now, reason being driven wild by the sensations Linda was bringing to her.

First Merry's tongue drove deep into Linda's channel, then pulled back, then drove inward again. As she worked, Merry's own passions roared higher and higher, cresting suddenly once, then again and again as Linda found and sucked and tongued at her clitoris. Frantically, Merry sought Linda's most sensitive button and closed her mouth down over it, thrilling to the salty, metallic taste, rising to peak after peak, driving her cunt upward against Linda's chomping mouth. Linda's copious juices flowed over Merry's face as Linda brought the girl to a resounding climax, then another and another, until finally neither could take any more and they both collapsed in exhaustion, rolling together in a tangle of limbs on the floor.

CHAPTER THREE

Merry checked her reflection in the mirror and asked for the fifth time, "Are you sure I look all right?"

Linda was sitting calmly at her desk doing some last-minute studying. "You look fine. Believe me, the less makeup you wear the better. You're lucky, you don't need any. I wish I had your complexion."

"But what about my clothes?" Merry asked.

Linda put her pencil down. "I told you. Don't worry about your clothes. There are clothes for you to wear at the clubhouse."

"But you can't tell me what," Merry said.

Linda checked her watch. "Right. Now, let's go downstairs. Eddie and Mandy should be here in a couple of minutes, and we might as well save them the walk."

For a few seconds, Merry dithered about the room aimlessly, then, under the urging of her roommate, pulled on her coat and wrapped the long knitted scarf around her neck. They stepped out onto the sidewalk a minute later. The weather had chilled suddenly, and Merry's breath puffed away in a cloud. To amuse herself, and hide her nervousness, she tried to puff a smoke ring with no success. She was still trying when a car pulled up at the curb.

"Hi, Linda, Merry," Earthquake's voice boomed out into the night.

Linda got in first, then Merry slipped into the back seat next to her. "Hi, Eddie, Mandy," Merry said, trying to hide her nervousness.

By her tone of voice, Mandy Lee knew how Merry felt. "Hi, Merry. How are you?" Merry liked the little Chinese girl. "Scared to death."

Mandy, half turned so as to be able to see the two girls in the back, said, "Don't be. Nothing is going to happen to you."

Merry, trying to calm her nerves, said, "So Linda keeps telling me. I just hope I'm all right."

Mandy's almond eyes twinkled. "You'll be just fine. All you have to do is follow orders. Army people do it all the time."

Linda, indulging in a sarcastic comeback, said, "Yeah, and look what it gets them."

Eddie's huge hands and arms dwarfed the car's steering wheel. "Let's have no more talk like that, I've got a low draft number."

"Sorry," Linda apologized and kept silent.

Twenty minutes later the car pulled into a drive off a lonely country lane, deep in the woods. After swinging around beside the rambling, dark house, Eddie brought the car to a halt, and said, "Last stop, ladies' lingerie, foundation garments and perfumes."

Merry opened the door on her side and stepped out hesitantly. Dark woods pressed in around them. The old house was dark and fearsome in the night.

"Boy, it's cold tonight," Eddie commented as he fumbled with his key at the back door, finally got it open and reached inside. The porch light sprang to life, making a small circle of yellow around the door. Hesitantly, Merry followed the others to the house and onto the small porch.

"I'll go get the furnace started," Eddie said, opening a door to a flight of stairs to the basement and flipping on a light.

"Follow me, fans," Mandy said as she stepped into the kitchen after flicking on the light.

Merry's steamy breath puffed in the chill air. "Wow! I hope there's a good furnace."

"The best," Linda replied. "The house was left to the club by one of the founding members. He used it as a hunting lodge and vacation retreat in the winter. Mandy, you set up the kitchen while I give Merry a quick tour and get her set, then I'll help you with the refreshments."

Merry followed her friend out of the kitchen. Linda fumbled along a wall for a moment, then flipped on a switch. A huge, oak paneled, high ceilinged room was illuminated by a series of lights around the walls. Linda twisted a knob and dimmed them down a bit, then flipped another switch, bringing to life a small cluster of spotlights directly over the center of the room. Three huge, softly upholstered couches formed a horseshoe around the lighted area. The floor was covered with a thick, rich red, wall-to-wall carpet. Around three walls were more couches. A large fireplace graced one wall. Just beside the door to the kitchen was a small bar. The room was L-shaped, and Merry wandered hesitantly out into it. The leg of the L formed a dining area, with its own entrance to the kitchen. On the walls were paintings and color photos. Merry walked over to take a closer look at one and blushed furiously. She hadn't believed that position was physically possible.

"Follow me," Linda said and led Merry to a spiral staircase she had not noticed.

The space above the kitchen and the dining area had a full-length balcony looking down on the main room. A series of small bedrooms and two bathrooms opened off the balcony. Merry noticed that none of the bedrooms seemed to be used often, at least from the looks of them.

"Ah, there goes the furnace." Linda felt a gush of warm air surge out of a heat register near her feet. "It'll warm up fast now. You can change in here. If you're still cold, keep your coat on 'til it warms up a bit."

Merry followed Linda into the last room at the end of the balcony. It was a simple, stark dressing room and Merry gazed around, feeling a bit forlorn.

Linda noticed her friend's anxiety. "Don't worry, all you do is change here. Take everything off, and I mean everything, and put this on." She held up, on a hanger, a simple, white silk robe. After Linda left, Merry stripped to her skin, and moving quickly because of the chill still in the air, slipped on the robe. It fell softly about her shoulders, a long sleeveless garment. At the front, two gold clasps held it closed at her breasts and her crotch. She walked about, feeling it softly caress her legs as she moved. The neckline was a deep V straight to the first clasp, and the bottom was cut to form a matching V to the clasp at her crotch. As she moved, she showed an expanse of bare leg almost to her groin. The material clung softly to her, plainly showing the excited peaks of her breasts. The cloth was translucent, just opaque enough to conceal the dark circles of her nipples. Merry decided it was the sexiest thing she had ever worn in her life.

The furnace had rapidly warmed the house and Merry stepped hesitantly out of the room and along the balcony. In the living room below, Eddie was bringing to life the huge fireplace. The first logs were snapping and crackling briskly in the grate as he drew the fire screen closed. He turned and looked up at Merry. "Well, now, that is what I call beautiful." His admiration was frank and brought a quick blush to Merry's cheeks.

"Mind your manners, Earthquake," Mandy piped up from the kitchen, "or, I'll beat you up."

"Yes, ma'am," Eddie agreed.

The carpeting on the stairs seemed to squirm under Merry's bare feet as she stepped down to the lower level. She found the others out in the kitchen, and soon had no time for nervousness as she helped set refreshments out onto the long table in the dining room. Mandy and Eddie were on the refreshment detail this week, and Linda, as sponsor of a new candidate had to help out in getting things established.

"This is your station," Linda said, indicating the bar.

Merry shook her head. "I don't know anything about mixing drinks."

"Don't worry, you'll learn. Nobody drinks anything fancy anyway. That's just where you start out. After the first round, people get up and get their own. Then you pass trays of goodies around for people to snack from. Mike and Polly have something cooked up for entertainment tonight, and during that you can relax and watch with the rest of us." Linda eyed her roommate. "Remember, you can do anything you want to yourself, but nothing with anyone else. Understand?"

Nervously, Merry made a face, and said, "I guess so."

"Don't worry," Linda reassured her, "you won't have any trouble with the members. Just do what comes naturally."

Merry shivered. "I'm all right. What do the 'Fighting Irish' have in store for entertainment?"

"No idea," Linda answered, "but we'll find out before too long. Here comes the guests."

The lights of a car swept the line of windows across the front of the big room, then moved around to the parking area at the side. Merry nervously adjusted the glasses and bottles at the bar, and eyed the people who came in. Fred Harrison was dressed, as usual, expensively. A spare six-footer, he had sandy brown hair and blue eyes. His complexion was evenly tanned from a wealth of outdoor sports. His date was Karen Johnson, a willowy blonde. Karen's figure was so slender as to be almost boyish. Their coats went into a roomy closet by the door and they made a beeline for the bar.

Merry's nervousness was stilled by their warm greeting, and she managed, with Fred's directions, to mix passable martinis for them. By the time she finished, Steve Saunders had strolled up with Linda now on his arm and requested two Scotches.

Rosie Brown and Pearl Barton, the two Negro members, also had Scotch. The group mingled around the bar, chatting easily, putting Merry at her ease.

"Where's Charlie?" Rosie Brown asked in his rich baritone voice, the pride of the college choir.

Fred shook his head. "Couldn't make it tonight, his folks are in town for the weekend. He'll be here next week."

Pearl put a motherly black hand on Merry's bare shoulder. "That gives you an advantage, Merry. You'll have him beat by one week. Next week he gets to tend bar and you won't have to work so hard."

Merry acknowledged this with a grateful smile, but her reply was interrupted by a commotion over by the door.

"Michael Kelly, you bull-headed Irishman, I'll prove I'm right!" Polly Saunders' normally soft voice was raised to its fighting pitch.

"Mind your tongue, there, woman. I'm right, and by all that's green in Ireland you'll find out tonight," Mike Kelly retorted.

The roaring argument continued unbroken as the couple took off their coats and hung them up. Polly finished first and stalked over, closely followed by Mike. Her green eyes were snapping as she asked for her drink. As Merry poured it, she studied the somewhat stocky, red-haired girl. She wore a light-green blouse and dark-green slacks.

Her waist seemed almost too tiny for her large bust line and hips, and was cinched in with a green sash.

"Gimme an Irish whisky," Mike ordered, hardly acknowledging Merry's presence. His blue eyes were flashing, and anger made his face red -and his freckles stand out. "Woman, by the time I finish with you tonight, you'll know who's the boss!"

"I know already, you carrot-topped dingbat," Polly retorted, "and it isn't you."

Mandy Lee inserted her tiny figure between the two steaming antagonists, seeming to ignore both of them. "Hi, Merry. I'd like some of that Scotch, with a little soda, please." Then, pretending she just noticed them, she looked up, first at Polly, then at Mike, and said innocently, "Oh, hi. Has the entertainment already started?"

Mike went speechless and stalked away muttering.

Polly giggled. "Not really. But you're not far off. Eddie, you'll have to help us out to start. You don't mind, do you?"

The hulking boy looked down at Polly the same way he did everyone else around him, and answered, "Not a bit, squirt. Just tell me what's to be done."

"We'll clue you in upstairs," Polly told him.

Merry was relieved to find that the crush at the bar was over. As the gathering settled on to the couches and began to gossip, she moved smoothly to the table of snacks and gathered up a mixed tray. Trying to remember her serving manners, she circled, giving everyone a chance at the food.

Linda beckoned Merry over and said, "When the entertainment begins, get rid of your tray and come over here. I'll save a space next to me so you get a good view."

Merry nodded. Before long, Mike and Polly were at it again. Finally they both stood up, and, taking Eddie with them, vanished upstairs. Merry took this as her cue, and, after one more round with the food, set the tray back on the dining room table and sat down next to Linda.

Earthquake descended the stairs lightly, despite his bulk, and stepped into the center of the square formed by the couches. After ringing a ridiculously tiny silver bell to gain the attention he already had from the small gathering, he cleared his throat and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please." His booming voice echoed back from the high ceiling in a passable imitation of a ring announcer's. "The main event of the evening!"

As he spoke, Polly and Mike descended the stairs and carefully took up positions in diagonally opposite corners of the area in the center of the couches. They were totally swathed in robes, and Merry felt a surge of disappointment when she realized that under the robes, except for bare feet, they were both fully dressed.

Eddie went on in stentorian tones. "In this corner, wearing green blouse and slacks, weighing in at a well-rounded one hundred twenty pounds, Polly the Pounder!"

Polly shucked off her robe and stepped out from her corner, clasping her hands above her head, acknowledging the applause of the spectators. Merry took the time to study the girl's full, womanly body. Polly's blouse was tight and tucked in at the waist, accentuating the full peaks of her large breasts. The sash, pulled tight at her waist, emphasized just how small her waist was. The dark-green slacks hugged her hips closely. Polly was stacked, Merry decided, and that was the only way to describe it.

"And in this corner," Eddie continued, his voice booming, "Weighing in at a muscular one hundred eighty pounds, wearing white shirt and brown slacks, Mike the Mauler!"

Mike dropped his robe and stepped out to a round of applause. Keeping in mind what the night might lead to, Merry studied him carefully. His bright-red hair and freckled complexion left no doubt as to his heritage. She decided he was built more along the lines of a barrel than anything else. He was short and stocky, with broad shoulders and broad waist. His long sleeves concealed, but not completely, bulging muscles, and his legs were on the short side but sturdy.

"If the contestants will please step to the center of the ring, I'll explain the exact rules to them and the spectators," Eddie said, beckoning the two redheads toward him. They stepped up and favored each other with a glare before turning their full attention to him.

Eddie draped huge arms over Polly's and Mike's shoulders, dwarfing them, and continued. "The object of the match is to strip your opponent to the skin and pin him or her. No ripping of your opponent's clothing is permitted, nor is the tearing off of buttons or other fasteners. Should any of these violations occur, the offender will be penalized one item of clothing. If a button, snap or hook is damaged, the offender will choose which item he loses. If a seam is ripped or the cloth is torn, the victim decides which outermost garment left to his opponent is lost. If, at any time, either of you steps outside the boundaries formed by the couches, you must break clean and return to the center to resume the battle. Is that clear?"

Polly and Mike nodded, and Eddie had them shake hands and then return to their corners. After making sure both were ready he rang the little silver bell and stepped to one side of the ring.

Stepping warily, Polly and Mike circled. Polly's face was flushed with excitement, her full chest heaving slightly. Suddenly she grabbed for Mike's wrist, fumbling with the button on his cuff. Ignoring her efforts in favor of attack, Mike reached for the sash at her waist. In seconds Mike's sleeves were flapping loose while he struggled with the tight knot of the silken scarf. Suddenly, as Polly was working at the second button of his shirt, the sash loosened and Mike whipped it from around her waist and tossed it away. As it fluttered into Rosie Brown's lap, Mike was seizing one of Polly's wrists and unbuttoning her sleeve. Before he finished, Polly, working with her one free hand had unfastened another button on his shirt.

Merry found herself cheering the contest just as loudly as the rest of the spectators. As she bounced excitedly next to Linda on the couch, she couldn't decide who she was rooting for, but decided it didn't really matter.

By the time Mike had unfastened the buttons on both Polly's wrists, she had finished unbuttoning his shirt. Somehow she managed to slip around behind him and tug it down his arms, strip it off and toss it to Pearl Barton. Mike spun around, and Merry suddenly realized just how muscular the stocky Irishman was. The sleeves of his T-shirt bulged over his solid biceps, and the shirt clung tightly to his massive torso, showing ripples of muscle.

As Polly went to work at his belt, Mike's fingers were quickly flicking open the buttons on her blouse. Quickly the light-green, silken shirt spread open, pressed out by Polly's large breasts. Polly seemed to be having trouble with Mike's belt, and he took the opportunity to tug the shirt out of the waistband of her slacks. Putting his hands to her shoulders, he shoved the shirt back and down her arms, baring her suddenly. Merry decided Polly was Irish to the core, as she was wearing a green bra. Her breasts were large, bulging slightly over the cups of her bra. Merry felt her pulse quickening as Polly, hampered by the sleeves of her blouse pulling her arms down, hastily shed the awkward garment, letting Mike toss it away to the spectators.

Quickly changing his attack, Mike next went for the snap at the waist of Polly's slacks. Meanwhile, Polly had unfastened his belt and quickly mastered the button and zipper of his pants.

Ignoring the unzipping of her own pants, Polly shoved Mike's downward, and Merry watched fascinated as Mike's shorts were exposed. The tight briefs he wore barely concealed the bulge of his manhood. Suddenly, trying to take a step with his pants around his ankles, Mike tripped and went down, dragging Polly with him. As they tumbled in a heap on the floor, Mike took the opportunity to shove Polly's pants down over her full hips, then went for the cuffs. Polly used her foot to push Mike's pants the rest of the way off, but before she could go further, Mike stood and upended her by pulling on the legs of her slacks. Polly twisted and rolled, trying to get away, but succeeded only in speeding the stripping of her pants down her legs. Kicking herself free, she rolled quickly to her feet and the two combatants faced each other again.

Merry studied the panting pair. Down to his T-shirt and shorts, Mike's muscles bulged and his chest heaved. Polly's curves were accentuated rather than concealed by her light-green bra and silken panties. Her breasts heaved as she tried to regain her breath. Merry found her excitement growing at the sight of the healthy, young, seminude pair. As he studied the girl opposite him, Mike's cock began to stir, pushing out at the restraining shorts. Across the room, Merry could see Eddie Enfield, having retired from the combat zone, seated close to the tiny Mandy Lee. As they watched the fight, their hands were at work on each other. One of Earthquake's huge hands seemed to cover both of Mandy's breasts, and Mandy was rubbing Earthquake's massive chest and belly slowly and sensuously. As the fight continued, the cheering from the crowd declined.

Suddenly, Mike made a move for Polly, reaching for her and trying to get at the catch at the back of her bra. As he moved in, Polly gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and tugged it quickly upward, baring the muscled belly and lower chest of her opponent. Just as his arms were about to be restricted by the rising shirt, Mike reached his goal, and with a quick motion, Polly's bra loosened, uncovering the tops of her breasts almost to the nipples. Merry could see where the line of freckles ended and Polly's bikini top evidently usually began. Mike bent quickly at the waist and let Polly strip his shirt off, inside out, over his head. As Polly pulled back, Mike gripped the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms. The two undergarments wound up in a tangle and were to feed away. Her bare tits heaving from her panting, Polly reached for Mike's shorts, now tenting outward from his rapidly growing cock. Eagerly, Mike reached for Polly's low-cut bikini panties and tugged them downward. Polly's full hips slowed him, and his rampant prick hindered her. Merry found herself holding her breath with excitement as the two struggled to finish stripping each other. Finally Polly succeeded in lifting the elastic waistband of Mike's shorts over his erect staff. Quickly, she tugged them down, but not before Mike had rolled her own panties down exposing her red bush of pubic hair. They tumbled together on the floor again in a tangle of arms and legs as they worked the garments down each other's legs.

Looking over the "Fighting Irish", Merry could see Fred Harrison and Karen Johnson quickly fumbling at each other's clothes, their eyes locked on the pair wrestling on the floor. Next to Merry, Linda and Steve were already half-nude, Linda bare to the waist, Steve down to his shorts, his prick protruding through the fly. Merry found her own hand stealing downward to her quivering cunt as she turned her attention back to Polly and Mike. Both nude, they rolled together in a tangle of arms and legs. For a moment, Mike was on top, his hands mashing Polly's large firm breasts against her chest, but she gripped his shoulder and rolled him off, twisting so as to wind up on top. Mike's hands still massaged her breasts, and the rosy nipples peaked and pricked through his fingers. She stayed on top for a moment, then Mike rolled and they were side by side. Merry watched, fascinated by the sight of the first nude man she had ever seen. His huge staff stuck up rock-hard and solid from the thick red brush of pubic hair. As they lay on their sides, Polly's hand went to Mike's rampant organ and gripped it familiarly, bringing a gleaming smile of pleasure from Mike. Releasing one of her breasts, his hand plunged to her crotch, prying and seeking between her legs. As they felt at each other, Merry began to yield to her own urges, letting her hand slip into the opening just below the clasp at her crotch, seeking and prying into her own, already moist slot.

Mike and Polly appeared to have stopped wrestling, their mouths now mingling in a sucking, devouring, tongue clashing kiss, their hands working frantically at each other's sexes. Merry found her own legs spreading, her heels digging into the carpet, lifting and twisting her own cunt against her hand. Mike and Polly struggled again for a moment, then Polly rolled on her back, letting Mike spread her legs. From where she sat, Merry could see Polly's cunt, the pink gleaming inner lips distended and excited. Mike pressed Polly's shoulders to the floor, and Polly bent her knees and spread her legs wider, welcoming the approach of Mike's huge tool. For a long moment he teased and taunted her, holding back as her hand tugged his prick closer to the opening, letting its tip nest just at the outer opening of her desperate channel. Merry felt her own orgasm building as her fingers worked in and out of her cunt. Polly's head was rolling from side to side in excitement and she pulled and tugged at the shaft she wanted so much to be buried in her cunt. Finally Mike bent slowly toward her and planted a slow kiss on Polly's demanding lips. As he did this, his hips rocked forward and Merry saw his cock drive into Polly's eager quim. Through the blazing fires of her own orgasm, Merry watched Mike pump into Polly again and again, his balls slapping up against her ass, their pubic hair meshing tightly, then separating. His first strokes were slow and steady, his prick almost emerging from her desperate, dripping slot, then driving back in to the hilt. His motions quickened, and Polly responded, rocking her pelvis and slamming against him. Suddenly, as Merry watched, Mike drove in harder than ever, and Polly responded by arching her pelvis upward. Mike's balls tightened and jerked as he spewed blasts of hot semen deep into the eager girl. A rosy blush swept Polly from crotch to face as she climaxed with him, her cunt pulsating and milking at his twitching prick. At this point, Merry could only slump back on the couch, gasping for breath from the power of her own, self-induced orgasm.

Unnoticed by Merry, the other couples were engaging their own passions. Linda had turned her back on the scene in the center of the floor, straddling Steve's hairy thighs and driving his hard cock deep into her cunt. Mandy was almost hidden by Eddie's huge body as she lay under him, welcoming his jerking drives into her. Fred Harrison and Karen Johnson were a tangle of arms and legs on another couch, while Rosie and Pearl's chocolate bodies mingled in a heap on the floor.

Clothes were scattered wildly around the room, and everyone but Merry was nude.

Merry stirred finally when she felt Linda resuming her place next to her. Opening her eyes, she turned to find her roommate, nude and flushed, sitting with Steve's arm over her shoulders, his hand cupping a small breast. Linda held his half-shrunken cock in her hand and stroked it slowly. "Merry, I could use a drink and some eats, and so could the others, I imagine," Linda said.

Merry pulled herself together and got to her feet, her legs shaky. Finding a tray by the bar, she worked from the list she had carefully kept and mixed drinks. As she made her way from couple to couple, she was unable to avoid staring at the nude bodies. As she bent to serve them her eyes studied the men's wilting organs, comparing Eddie's huge, pale staff with Rosie Brown's dark, longer, more slender prick. Karen Johnson was the slimmest of the girls, her tiny breasts nestling shyly close to her ribs, her hips barely swelling from her waist.

Self-conscious about her own body, Merry found herself bending and kneeling carefully to avoid showing a bare breast or a wisp of pubic hair. Her own juices felt cold on her inner thighs as they dried from the breeze of her motion. After dimming the overhead spotlights at Linda's request, Merry made the rounds with a tray of food that met with enthusiastic approval from the others.

Following Linda's directions, Merry managed to produce some soft, pleasant music from the stereo in the corner, and kept glasses and plates replenished. Polly and Mike had not even bothered to get up from the floor. The club having decided that, this time, Mike was the victor, he lay on his back, head propped up on a pillow, while Polly dutifully fed him cold cuts. Steve and Linda got up and began to dance to the easy music. Not touching, they let their bodies sway gently to the beat while their eyes feasted on each other. Steve's cock began to stiffen again as he watched Linda's slender body move suggestively to the beat.

Keeping in mind her position as a Nymphette, Merry moved to straighten up the bar, keeping one eye out for anyone needing service. Things seemed to have quieted down, and only occasionally was she called on to fill a glass or a plate. Karen and Fred, stretched side by side on a couch, began to share food from one plate, each feeding the other. As they did, their hands and mouths brushed and excited each other until they motioned for Merry to take the plate away. As she carried it out to the kitchen, the wealthy youngsters began to slowly pet each other to excitement again.

As she passed them Merry heard Polly and Mike arguing gently. "I'll bet it's all used up now," Polly was saying.

"Like hell it is, wench!" Mike's reply was firm and strong. Impishly daring him Polly said, "Prove it!"

"Hah, you just give it a try, if you got the guts to take it again," Mike retorted.

As Merry carried a dirty plate out to the kitchen, tearing herself unwillingly from the scene of the action, Polly was beginning to stroke and tickle Mike's cock to renewed life. When Merry returned a few minutes later, Polly was sucking at Mike's rapidly growing organ. A small surge of disgust made Merry turn her eyes away, while at the same time her curiosity made her want to watch. Yielding to the first urge, rather than the second, Merry fidgeted with things on the dining table. Over near the stereo, Linda and Steve were still dancing, still not touching, still teasing each other to greater and greater heights with the sight of their nude bodies twisting sensuously to the music.

Merry seemed forgotten by the others. Karen and Fred were screwing slowly on the couch, their bodies alternately, rhythmically, pressing and relaxing. Pearl was straddling Rosie on the floor, his long prick buried to the hilt in her cunt. As she sat erect, his hands reached up and massaged her full, dark-brown breasts, her almost purple-black nipples peeking through his fingers as he toyed with them, her head thrown back and her teeth flashing. Merry found herself more and more wanting something up her cunt as her excitement grew while watching the others. As she leaned back against the wall, her fingers at her crotch, two fingers did not seem to be enough, and she couldn't reach deeply enough. Her eyes sought out anything that she could use and lighted on a tray of boiled hot dogs, now cooled. On shaking legs she stepped over and, glancing self-consciously around to make sure no one was watching, picked up one of the frankfurters. Not wanting to lose sight of what the others were doing, she moved to a back corner of the dining area, and leaned up against the wall. As she watched Pearl pumping her curly, black-haired crotch up and down Rosie's long shaft, Merry eagerly felt out her own opening with one hand and guided the hot dog into it, gradually pressing it inward. Slowly it slid in, parting her virginal channel, filling her better and deeper than her fingers did. Smaller than a man's cock, the hot dog slid easily past her still unbroken hymen, barely stretching her tight opening, but filling her better than she had ever been filled before.

Gasping with pleasure, Merry began to slide the hot dog slowly in and out in time with Pearl's still languid pumping on Rosie's prick. As Pearl quickened her motion, Merry speeded up hers, moving the frankfurter more and more quickly, crushing her hand up against her crotch, her juices running down the hot dog and coating her fingers. As she speeded up, the world began to haze out around her, narrowing down to the two black figures on the floor and the center of incredible pleasure at her own crotch. Faster and faster Merry pumped the hot dog in and out of her cunt, until her pelvis began to twitch and roll on its own, and her cunt began to spasm and grip the artificial cock, and wave after wave of flame blazed around her, blotting out everything for long, delirious minutes.

As her orgasm subsided, Merry found her cunt gripping eagerly at the hot dog, and she reluctantly drew it out. As it slipped out she stepped fearfully from the corner where she had hidden, afraid someone had seen what she had done. The others had been too engrossed in their own pleasure, however, and Merry was relieved to find no one watching. Steve and Linda had fallen to a heap in the corner near the stereo, screwing their pelvises together violently when their passions had grown too great to resist. Pearl had collapsed on Rosie's chest, and Mike had proved to Polly that it hadn't all been used up. Grateful that no one had seen, Merry busied herself with straightening up and washing the empty glasses. The paper plates went into the trash, and soon she had the kitchen back in shape. When she stepped out, she found the others slowly dressing.

Soon all were clothed, and a brief business meeting was held. Linda took the floor. "Okay, group. I neglected to tell Merry about our dues, though she doesn't need to come up with them until her initiation. Merry, to keep the clubhouse up and pay for food, dues are one hundred dollars a year, payable all at once or in ten equal installments. Any problem?"

Merry, having dressed upstairs, shook her head, and said, "Not if I can pay ten a month."

"Good, that's fine," Linda said, nodding. "Okay, last item. Whose turn is it for refreshments and entertainment next week?"

Rosie Brown stuck up his hand. "Pearl and I have an idea for something special on both scores. We'll handle both refreshments and entertainment."

Linda nodded. "Okay, if you want to. Any special instructions for the crowd?"

"If no one has any objections, I think dress should be black tie," Pearl suggested.

Linda looked for objections but met none. "Okay, dinner jackets for the men. Do all the girls have long dresses?"

They all nodded except Merry, who said, "I'm afraid mine's not here."

Linda nodded. "That's all right, you still have to wear your novice robe and help out Rosie and Pearl anyway."

Rosie's deep baritone spoke up. "Pearl and I will handle the food. Merry can serve before-dinner drinks."

Linda was surprised, and asked, "Dinner's included?"

Rosie's grin was white in his very dark face. "It sure is."

"Okay," Linda agreed. "Any other business? No? Meeting's adjourned."

CHAPTER FOUR

Merry was silent until she and Linda were undressing for bed. "Gosh, I'm tired," she commented, groaning slightly as she reached down to slip off a shoe.

Linda was in front of the mirror, removing the last vestiges of her makeup, and asked, "Have a good time?"

"Wild," Merry replied. "They really are a nice group. Polly and Mike are funny."

Linda studied her reflection carefully, then reached back to unhook the bra she didn't really need. "They just like a good fight."

Merry, down to her underwear, was reaching back awkwardly for the catch on her bra, as she said, "There wasn't any swapping tonight."

"Nope, not tonight. Sometimes there is, sometimes there isn't. Generally it depends on the entertainment planned."

"Oh." Merry slipped into bed naked. "I wonder what Rosie and Pearl have planned for next week?"

"I don't know but it should be good," said Linda, stripping off her panties and slipping into bed. "Good night."

For a long time after the light clicked out, Merry lay staring at the ceiling, remembering bits and pieces of the evening. She wondered how Mandy Lee could take the huge bulk of Eddie Enfield. The thought of the huge boy looming over Mandy still frightened Merry. She remembered how the men looked, naked and aroused. Rosie Brown's long black prick scared her, too. Her cunt twitched at the thought of one of the men kneeling between her thighs as Mike had with Polly, his prick just brushing the opening, then driving in. With this image in her mind, Merry drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the week seemed to drag slowly by for Merry. Her classes were interesting, but thoughts of the past weekend and the one to come kept intruding. She was hurrying toward the library when she heard a familiar voice call from behind. Not feeling up to seeing John, she thought of ignoring it, but before she could dodge, he was hurrying up next to her.

"Hey, Merry, wait a minute, will you?" John slowed and matched her pace. "Hi, John," Merry said, her heart beating fast.

"I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. How've you been?" John asked. Merry shrugged. "All right. How have you been?"

John made a face and kicked at a pile of leaves as he answered, "Okay. A bit lonely."

Merry knew he had not dated anyone else since their break-up. She decided to act disinterested, and said, "You'll get over it."

"I guess so." John fumbled for words. "Uhhmm, Merry? You busy this Saturday?"

Merry stopped and faced him, studying the face she knew and had to admit, loved. "As a matter of face, I am," she replied. She held him off. "And I'm going to be for a while. Now, I'm sorry, but I have to hurry." She gave him no chance to reply, turning quickly and almost running along the walk. She told herself it was the cold wind in her face that was making her eyes water. The sight of his frank brown eyes, and the mouth with the smile lurking in the corners had melted her heart. She paused just around the corner of a building and blew her nose, then trudged on to the library.

Much as she loved John, she had committed herself completely to the Nymphs and Satyrs, and to see him now would have undermined everything she had already accomplished. She was developing a love and desire for sex that was overcoming her puritanical upbringing. Her determination to break through her inhibitions was what had driven her to attend the first meeting, what had overcome her fear and nervousness. Now, her fear was replaced by impatience for the mundane pursuits of scholarship to end and the new-found thrills of the weekend to begin. She knew she was not yet ready to accept the driving prick of a man into her cunt. The past weekend, however, had given her a taste of the thrills that were possible. Her self-stimulated orgasms were quickly expanding her horizons, broadening her curiosity and battering down the fears that had kept her strait-jacketed for so long. Almost nightly, Merry either worked with Linda at developing a greater awareness of all of her bodily sensations, or found a new way to masturbate to orgasm. Linda had taught her how to use all of her senses more fully. Merry had experienced a variety of tastes, smells and feelings wider than she believed possible. Her ears were learning to detect subtle sounds of passion, love, and the rhythm of sex, while her eyes were being tuned to see new shades of color, to spot the first signs of passion in a man and in a woman. Merry was feeling more alive than she ever had in all of her eighteen years, and she knew that a return to John now would result in driving her back into the dull, gray world she had suffered through for so long.

Saturday evening found Merry in the back seat of Steve Saunders' car. Resplendent in formal dress, Linda shared the front seat with Steve. In the casual clothes she wore, Merry felt terribly out of place. Steve had timed things to arrive just early enough to give Merry time to change and return to the bar before the other guests arrived. Rosie and Pearl had passed the word that, except for themselves, everyone was barred from the kitchen and dining room. Folding doors had been drawn across, shutting the dining area away from the rest of the downstairs room.

Merry hurriedly slipped out of her clothes and into the white robe. Her fingers fumbled nervously with the clasps, and she took a deep breath and fought to still her shaking. This shaking was not from fear, but excitement and anticipation of what was to come. She checked her reflection in the mirror, and was glad she had thought to put a touch of clear polish on her toenails, for she noticed as she stepped, her bare feet flickered out at the bottom of the robe.

As she stepped out of the dressing room, Merry heard voices in the large room, and tried to both hurry, and maintain a feeling of dignity and gracefulness. Quickly she descended the spiral staircase and moved to the bar. To her relief, her slight dawdling in changing had not delayed her too much. Linda and Steve were still the only ones there. Merry quickly mixed their drinks and served the two where they were seated on one of the couches. Steve was resplendent in a black dinner jacket. Linda wore a white gown of Grecian simplicity; a flowing floor-length dress with a plunging neckline that bared the inner slopes of her breasts. By spending careful hours under the sunlamp the past week her tan was an even golden-brown, dramatically set off by the pure white of her dress. For jewelry she wore only a simple black "dog collar" necklace set with a white cameo pin. Her soft brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

As Merry returned to the bar, the door was slammed open, and Polly and Mike made their usual explosive entrance. The argument was not as heated as that of last week, but still blazed high. Merry did not try to catch the drift of it, but concentrated on mixing their drinks. Sparks flew as the couple shrugged off their coats and walked over to Merry. Silently, Merry handed them their drinks. Polly had again worn green. This time it was a strapless lime-green gown that swept to the floor. Her large breasts were barely restrained, the top of the dress cutting just above the nipples. Barely noticing Merry in their concentration on the argument, they took their drinks and joined Linda and Steve.

Merry was glad the arrivals were strung out this night. Eddie Enfield and Mandy Lee were next to arrive. Eddie bulked huge in his formal attire. The severe cut of the jacket could not conceal his massive build. Merry surreptitiously eyed Earthquake as he helped Mandy with her coat. Merry decided, as she dropped a cherry into Mandy's drink, that when you took a lump of masculine flesh the size of Earthquake and packaged it as dramatically as his was, the effect was stupendous.

Next to her monster escort, the tiny Mandy looked like an oriental jewel. She wore a high-necked dress of Chinese style. The blue silk hugged her every curve like a glove. The side of the dress was split to her thigh, showing a flicker of leg as she walked. Rather than attempt to look taller by wearing high heels, Mandy had kicked off her shoes at the door and her bare feet flickered gracefully at the hem of her gown.

"Hi, Merry, how's it going?" Earthquake asked. "Fine, Eddie," Merry replied. Mandy cast a curious glance at the closed dining room doors, and asked, "I wonder what's cooking?"

"I don't have any idea," Merry replied. "Oops, here are Fred and Karen. Excuse me." Merry busied herself with the last arrivals' martinis. More sure of herself, she gracefully popped the olives into the frosty glasses just as the couple came up to the bar.

Merry's eye was caught by Fred's sedate but elegant dinner wear. Although basically the same as the others, somehow Merry could tell it was more expensive. Merry gasped when she realized that the studs and cuff links he wore were real star sapphires, matching the ring he usually wore. Merry noticed that the gems all matched his eyes beautifully.

Karen wore a brilliant red gown with a scoop neck that was demure by any standards. On her throat and wrist flashed a matching necklace and bracelet of rubies and diamonds that Merry decided were genuine. Karen's blonde hair was piled high on her head in an elegant swirl held with a ruby pin, and rubies and diamonds flashed at the lobes of her ears.

The drinks made, Merry picked up the tray of hors d'oeuvres and moved out to serve them. Blending with, but not intruding on, the conversation, the stereo in the corner had been set with soft classical music. Merry found the entire effect almost overwhelming. In time with the evening, Merry tended to her duties as elegantly as she knew how. For this occasion, she did not permit the others to rise to fix their own drinks, but carefully stood ready to wait on them. As she stood by the bar, Rosie Brown slipped through the door from the kitchen.

"Hi, Merry," Rosie said, his voice a careful whisper. "Listen, during dinner, your job will be to keep the glasses filled. How's the group?"

Merry gestured to indicate the elegant gathering, and said, "Beautiful."

"Great." Rosie's white grin flashed in his black face. "Look, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. What I want you to do, when I tap at the door here, is wait about thirty seconds. Then, dim the lights in the room here, and hit this switch," he said, indicating a switch separate from the light controls. "That rolls back the doors to the dining room."

Merry nodded, her nerves prickling eagerly with anticipation. Trying to hide her excitement, Merry quickly checked her charges' drinks one last time, then moved back by the bar. Her eyes kept straying to the clock on the mantel, and each minute seemed to drag out forever. Finally she heard the soft tapping she was waiting for. The next thirty seconds crept past at a snail's pace. On the dot, Merry slowly dimmed the room lights, which brought all conversation to a sudden pause. Merry hit the door switch, and hidden motors came to life. With a soft rumble the panels slid back into the wall. From where she was, Merry could see only the reactions of the others as they suddenly stood and turned to look into the hidden wing of the room. Surprise and wonder exploded over their faces, and Merry hurried out of her corner to see what had been set up.

The dining room table was huge, and it was fortunate. Pearl Barton's magnificent black figure reclined in the center of the table, nude but for the mounds of food it supported. The lights around the walls of the room cast a soft glow over her dark skin. Relaxed, her eyes closed, one leg bent slightly, she was a succulent feast for both the eyes and the belly. The centerpiece was a magnificent beef roast resting on her bare belly. Warm juices from the freshly sliced meat trickled down her sides to the huge platter Rosie had fashioned of foil. At the intersection of her thighs was a pile of fresh salad greens, and mounded over each breast was a sculptured swirl of mashed potatoes. A slight smile was the only sign she gave that she was aware of the admiration of the others.

Behind her stood Rosie, his black skin gleaming. He wore only a white loincloth and golden bands on his large biceps, a massive, pagan figure.

Merry moved quickly into the dining room, taking her place in the corner by a table laden with bottles of wine. Moving slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the tableau, the others trailed into the room and took their places at the table, the men automatically holding the chairs for their dates. Taking their seats, they were startled to find only a napkin and a wine glass before them, no plates or silverware of any sort.

As Merry moved quickly to fill the glasses, she heard Rosie explain that fingers only were to be used during the meal. He demonstrated by reaching over and using one finger to remove a swatch of mashed potatoes and then sucking it off the end of his finger.

The first to move was Mandy Lee as she reached out a tentative hand and picked up a slice of the beef. Deftly she rolled it up and began to eat it, warm juices trailing down her chin until she caught them with her napkin. The others moved to follow. Soon talk resumed, centering about the fascinating sensation of having a living serving platter.

Merry was kept busy refilling the wine glasses, but her eyes kept returning to the incredible nude body of Pearl. As the meal was consumed, more and more of Pearl's body was revealed. Her dark skin gleamed in the subdued light. The sliced beef ran out, and Rosie produced a huge knife and proceeded to carve more right on Pearl's belly, deftly stopping his slicing just before he would cut her. The salad got lower, and the first wisps of Pearl's curly black pubic hair began to show.

Eddie dipped one huge finger into the mashed potatoes and a sliver of one of Pearl's nipples showed. Still she lay there, eyes closed, lips holding in a secret smile of pleasure at being the center of attention. Merry found her insides softening with excitement as the others bared the girl more and more to view.

Soon Rosie was slicing the last slivers of the beef, and Pearl's breasts were bared but for lingering white swirls of potatoes against her dark flesh. A few lingering pieces of lettuce were hidden down in the crevice between her legs.

Rosie finished carving and stepped back, crossing his arms, the gleaming blade of the knife flashing. His deep baritone boomed out, and he commanded, "She must be clean before dessert can be served. There can't be one scrap of salad, one sliver of beef, nor the tiniest morsel of mashed potatoes left on her. Not even the juices of the beef can be left."

Still Pearl lay there, as the others looked first at her nude body, then at Rosie's dark, expressionless face. Dutifully, Steve reached into the crevice of her crotch for the few remaining pieces of salad. Polly Sullivan, seated opposite Pearl's left breast, got the idea first, and leaned forward and began to lick the last traces of mashed potatoes from Pearl's tit. Mike joined her at the task, and they licked the rising peak as if it were an ice cream cone. Across from them, Karen and Fred began to do the same to Pearl's right breast. Her dark nipples began to peak sharply, and her breathing quickened as the four worked on her.

Merry quickly replenished glasses again and stepped back out of the way, as Linda, Mandy and Eddie leaned forward, and with eager tongues licked at the roast beef juices. Eddie stood and bent over, his tongue twisting and plunging into Pearl's navel in a search for the last remnant hiding there. Linda on one side and Mandy on the other, worked rapidly from Pearl's belly down her sides, tasting eagerly of her glistening dark flesh. The muscles in Pearl's belly rippled with excitement as the bathing went on.

Rosie kept his face expressionless, as he asked, "Steve, are you sure you got all the salad?"

Steve looked up at the semi-nude black man, then stood and bent over Pearl's bushy crotch, his fingers prying and exploring into the crevice, seeking out the tiny crumbs of lettuce that were lodged there and in her pubic hair.

"Don't forget the salad dressing," Rosie commanded.

Steve eyed the glittering droplets remaining in Pearl's pubic hair, then bent and began to lick. Soon he found that the best way was to close his lips over the hairs, sucking at them and drawing off the last flavorful juices. Finishing the higher areas, he began to probe with his tongue, delving into the thicker bush, stroking along the honeyed slit of her cunt, now tasting a mingling of salad dressing and Pearl's own juices.

Merry watched, amazed, as Pearl successfully fought to still her own urges to roll and twist under the incredible stimulation she was receiving. Merry doubted that she herself would be able to maintain such self-control. Just watching, the Nymphette had to fight to keep her own hands away from her cunt. The sight of what was being done to Pearl had set Merry's juices flowing, a warm slickness moistening her upper thighs under the white robe she wore. She found herself twisting her thighs together in an effort to reach a climax, but managed only to frustrate herself more. An empty wine glass provided a welcome distraction, and on shaky legs Merry moved to fill it.

"All right," Rosie finally said. "Dessert will be served shortly in the living room. Merry, will you help me set it up?"

Merry moved to Rosie's side as the others got up from the table, and, with a lingering look at Pearl's glistening body, filed out to the main room. Rosie flipped a switch and the doors rumbled closed. After they closed, Pearl carefully rolled over and stepped lithely down from the table. "Wow, I hope dessert is as good as the main course was," Pearl said.

"You know it will be, baby!" Rosie's grin again flashed a brilliant white. "Let's get this table cleared up and then the real fun begins. Merry, after we get the table cleared, just bring me the trays in the kitchen. Then go out and serve the folks again until I knock. Then hit the spotlights, kill the room lights and roll the doors back. Okay?"

Merry nodded and moved to comply. The three of them quickly cleared the table of its glasses, and Rosie produced a low, wheeled stretcher sort of table, just big enough to hold Pearl. As she stretched out nude on it, Merry brought out the trays of fruits she found in the kitchen, then went out to the main room. Moving quickly, she made sure the people there were served with the sherry sure the people there were served with the sherry the bar, ready to throw the proper switches.

The soft tap came, and Merry waited a few seconds, then followed Rosie's instructions. The room darkened quickly as she cut the lights around the outside walls, then she cranked up the spotlights, making a brilliant pool of light in the space in the center of the couches. The doors rumbled back, and Merry hurried to get a good look at the proceedings.

Through the opening from the dining room and into the center of the horseshoe formed by the three couches, Rosie wheeled the low table. The main feature was again the nude body of Pearl. This time she was adorned with heaps of fruit, their juices trickling over her. A heap of cherries nestled at her crotch, while her belly was piled with grapes plucked from their stems. Wedges of apples ringed one breast, wedges of peaches the other. Capping each nipple was a half-peach.

Trailing down each thigh was a sliced banana.

Rosie clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd. "Okay. I want you to take up positions opposite each other. Polly, you and Mike get bananas. Fred and Karen get the cherries, Steve and Linda can take the grapes and Mandy and Eddie can choose which wants apples and which wants peaches." He waited while they sorted themselves out around the naked girl. "Now. You are not permitted to use your hands."

As Merry watched, the others literally bent to their task. Mouths working eagerly, each person went after his assigned fruit. Polly and Mike began near Pearl's knees, licking and sucking up the slices of banana, working their way toward her crotch. Meanwhile, Fred and Karen bumped heads trying to get at the cherries nestled at Pearl's groin. Steve and Linda were rapidly sucking up the grapes, while Mandy and Eddie were nipping and slurping at the peaches and apples, starting at the outer ring and working their way toward the black girl's hidden nipples.

Pearl's eyes were open this time, and a broad smile played over her lips as the eight people around her licked and nipped and sucked at her naked body. Quickly she was being bared, and her excitement showed in her face as the busy mouths played over her naked flesh. Soon Mandy and Eddie were nipping eagerly at the last coverings over Pearl's breasts. Steve and Linda were nibbling their way down to the last grapes, with Linda capturing the prize. She lifted her head, the grape clutched in her teeth, and looked boldly into Steve's eyes, as if daring him. He bent toward her, and their mouths closed and locked, the grape soon forgotten. Panting, they broke the kiss and moved away from the table.

For a moment they blocked Merry's view of what Polly and Mike were doing. They had finished with the slices of banana, and Polly had captured the unsliced but peeled banana that had been hidden between Pearl's thighs. Holding one end of it in her mouth, Polly sucked at it suggestively, her green eyes laughing and sexy at the same time as she looked at Mike. Then they, too, moved away, their eyes locked on each other as they sought out a couch and sank down. Mike took the other end of the banana in his mouth, and sucked it in, bringing his lips toward Polly's. Polly pumped her mouth over the banana slowly, suggestively. Merry tore her eyes from the sight to again watch Pearl's pleasures. Mandy and Eddie had finished their fruits and were nursing eagerly on Pearl's excited, juice covered nipples, their tongues pressing the nipples in and letting them spring out, lips then closing over the purple-black prizes, sucking and nipping.

At Pearl's groin, Karen and Fred were digging eagerly for the last cherries. Karen captured what she thought was the last and raised her head. Steve again bent to the black pussy before him, and began to explore it with his tongue, spreading the lips and probing. A brief slurping sound, and he lifted his head, another glistening cherry between his teeth. As Merry watched, Karen cast a longing glance at what Fred was doing, then caught sight of Rosie's black bulk. Moving slowly, Karen slunk toward him, a cherry still clutched in her teeth. Her arms reached up and twined around the black pillar of Rosie's neck and she lifted her lips toward his mouth. With a growl of pleasure, Rosie bent toward her, his huge black arm sweeping around her and lifting her off the floor, pressing her tight against him.

Merry's eyes watched with wonder, as Fred moved to kneel on the table between Pearl's black thighs, never removing his mouth from her eager cunt, his tongue probing and pressing, his jaw working. Pearl herself was beginning to roll and twist as Fred ate at her cunt and Mandy and Eddie nursed at her breasts. Merry let her hand steal slowly downward to her own oozing slit as her excitement surged at the sight.

Rosie's big black hands were working gently at the zipper of Karen's red gown, easing it down her back. She stepped away from the black giant for a moment and shucked the gown quickly down her body. She wore nothing underneath, and displayed her blonde beauty proudly before the black man, then reached for his simple loin cloth and stripped it from him. His black prick leaped into view, standing stiff out from his curling black crotch, the black skin gleaming in the light.

Merry's hand was plunging deeply into her own cunt now as she watched. Polly had forsaken the banana and freed Mike's rock-hard cock from his clothes, her mouth closing eagerly over it, sucking and licking at it. Mike, meanwhile, had pulled Polly's full skirt up around her waist and his head dived down to her pantyless crotch, his tongue dipping into the curling red hair.

Merry pressed her hand deeper into her own crotch, setting fires and building them with every move. Steve and Linda were interlocked on one couch. Linda was on her back, straps of her dress down baring her breasts, skirt rucked up around her waist, baring her crotch. Steve had just stripped off his jacket, and shoved down his pants. His hard staff pistoned eagerly in and out of the furry cunt of Linda.

Merry turned her fascinated gaze to Rosie Brown and Karen Johnson. The blazing contrast in skin colors between the couple burned itself into Merry's eyes. As Karen drove hard on to Rosie's hard black staff, her blonde hair flew in a cloud around her face, the pins loosened through her vigor. Her elegant, slender body twisted and gyrated with pure animal lust as she screwed herself down on Rosie's long rod, driving it deeply into her belly. Merry let herself slide down to the floor as she watched, wave after wave of self-stimulated pleasure driving through her. Her eyes lighted on a salt shaker, long and slim, that had fallen from the bar. Fumbling, she picked it up and drove it base first into her desperately hungry cunt. She began to pump it in and out, turning her attention back to Pearl's pleasures.

Being driven mad by the working mouths around her, Peal had used her hands to free Eddie Enfield's huge prick and strip Mandy of her dress. As they nursed at her breasts, Pearl stroked Eddie's cock with one hand, and worked the fingers of the other into Mandy's cunt, driving both of them to new peaks of pleasure. Meanwhile, Fred had succeeded in freeing his own prick, and turned, lowering his crotch toward Pearl's face. Pearl took his dangling tool deep into her mouth and began to suck and pump at it. Merry watched the tangled, quivering mass of people as her own orgasm built. Just as Merry peaked, she saw Eddie's prick stiffen and spurt gouts of white over Pearl's pumping black hand and arm. Mandy ground her crotch against Pearl's other hand, and then everyone seemed to come at once in an incredible chorus of groans and whimpers, juices pouring forth from all. Merry felt herself blacking out from her own supreme pleasure. Her last sight was of Pearl still sucking eagerly at Fred's twitching prick, her black lips oozing come around his pale shaft.

A few minutes later, Merry regained possession of herself enough to stand up. As the others revived slowly, Merry shakily resumed her duties and served fresh drinks. As she began to straighten up the room, they sipped their drinks and discussed the evening. Then, reorganizing their clothing, the usual brief business meeting ended the evening.

Linda took the floor, clapping her hands for attention. "Okay, quick meeting. Fred, what's with Charlie Canfield? If he's going to join, he'd better get here pretty soon."

Fred rolled a sip of straight Scotch around in his mouth. "He's trying. I think he desperately wants to come, but he's so hung-up it's stopping him."

Karen spoke up. "Fred and I talked it over and think maybe I should talk with him. Charlie's a real nice kid, but he's got hangups worse than Merry's. No offense," Karen quickly added to the young candidate. "He's afraid of girls, and terrified of sex. I think he's afraid he's queer, just because he's still a virgin."

Linda nodded and said, "Figures. What's your plan?"

Karen, smoothing her dress over her lithe body, gave the details of their plan. "Fred will arrange it for Charlie and me to be alone together, and I'll try to warm him up just enough to beat the worry about being queer. Once he learns that that tool between his legs will respond normally to the proper stimulus, I think we can get him out here. We've got the whole thing set up for next Wednesday, so he should be here next week."

"What if it doesn't work?" Linda asked.

Fred replied, "In that case, we've got another possibility. I think you all know Paul Ransom? What are your thoughts?"

It was quickly decided that Paul would be acceptable if Charlie did not come through. "Okay. Who's got the entertainment next week?" Linda asked.

Eddie Enfield raised one huge arm and said, "Mandy and I have been practicing for two weeks now."

Linda cracked them all up by saying, "I'll just bet you have! Okay, Fred and Karen have refreshments. Merry, with either Paul or Charlie here, you're freed from the refreshment detail and can move over to the stereo."

Mandy spoke up and said to Merry, "I'll have special instructions for you, Merry. I'll get in touch during the week."

The meeting ended and, after a quick clean up, Merry rode back to the apartment with Steve and Linda.

CHAPTER FIVE

Merry was slipping into more of a routine now. Her memories of past weekends and anticipation of the approaching one were great, but she found it easier to keep her mind on her studies. The week still seemed to crawl by when she was not concentrating on her work. Carefully, she pushed herself to keep abreast of her assignments so as to avoid having to cram for mid-terms, which were rapidly approaching.

Merry was just packing up her books after history class one day when Professor Wolfe paused next to her desk. "Oh, Miss Richards, I wonder if you could stop by my office this afternoon? You seem to have a little trouble with the exact position of Cromwell in the court of Henry VIII. Perhaps I could help you with it?"

Merry eyed the silver-haired man suspiciously. No coed on campus was unaware of his "private counseling" sessions. Despite his age, the professor wore very mod clothes. His watery gray eyes were tucked behind wire-framed, tinted glasses, the bifocal lenses looking ridiculous in that type of frame. His hair he kept long and curling at the back. The entire effect was one of a grandfather trying to impersonate his college-age grandson.

Inwardly, Merry sighed. She knew what problems might crop up if she didn't handle this properly. Thinking quickly, she suddenly batted her eyes at the older man and said something that a few weeks earlier she would never have said. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I have an appointment for my penicillin shot this afternoon. These little social infections are so hard to get rid of, you know."

The professor blanched. "Oh, umm, ahem, I see. Ah, well, perhaps you'll do all right with Cromwell yourself, Miss Richards. If you do have any trouble, I'm sure one of the other students will be able to assist you."

As he hurriedly excused himself, Merry giggled quietly to herself and picked up her books. As she stepped out into the hall, somebody suddenly grabbed her arm and she turned quickly.

"Merry, I've been waiting for you." It was John.

Merry eyed him carefully. She was unsure whether she should comment on his new beard, or if he had just forgotten to shave. Passing it over, she said, "Hello, John."

"Can I walk with you?" he asked.

Merry thought, then nodded and said, "Sure."

He waited until they were out of the building before asking, "How've things been going?"

"Pretty well," Merry replied. "Haven't seen you around much."

"Well, I've been pretty busy with the Radical Students League," John noted.

Merry was surprised. "I didn't know you were interested in revolutionary politics."

John seemed unsure of his ground. "Well, I'm still not sure about it. But it is interesting. We're having a membership drive and I thought maybe you'd like to attend a lecture this Saturday."

Merry shook her head, her blonde hair swirling around her shoulders. "Sorry, John, but I'm busy this Saturday."

"Oh." John seemed crestfallen. "Well, what about the next Saturday?" Again, Merry shook her head. "Nope."

John abruptly stopped, grabbing Merry's arm. "Damn it, Merry, what do I have to do, crawl? I want you back, can't you see that?"

Merry suddenly noticed that the hidden smile he wore seemed to be fading. "John, I'm sorry, really I am. It's just that right now it's impossible."

John's eyes were not on her face, but her body as he said, "I want you, Merry. And I promise I can make you happy."

Merry shook her head. "That's not the problem, John. Right now I just can't do it, I don't have time. Maybe sometime soon I will, but not right now. Now please let go of my arm, you're hurting me." She pulled away from his viselike grip and turned quickly away from him, hurrying down the walk. As she brushed through the dry leaves littering the walk, she pondered the changes that were appearing in John. He had been kind and polite, and very much a member of the establishment. What had driven him into the revolutionary RSL, Merry couldn't figure out. The boy she loved was still in there, but seemed to be getting squeezed out.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Merry started at Mandy Lee's voice suddenly at her side.

"Oh, hi, Mandy," Merry said, looking down at the tiny Chinese girl. "Oh, nothing special. I just ran into John."

Mandy said sympathetically, "I know, things get kind of tough right now. Don't let it get to you. Your initiation will be coming along soon, then you can go back to him."

"Oh, it's not that," Merry denied. "It's just that he's changing so. Oh, I do want to get back with him, but I'm worried about him."

Mandy nodded, her beautiful face inscrutable. "I know what you mean. I've noticed it, too. But, Confucius say, 'Each man plots his own course, and no man shall blame himself for another's self-destruction.' Not that it's that bad with John, but the signs are there."

Merry smiled, her dimples sparkling, and asked, "Did Confucius really say that?"

Mandy giggled, her face alive with sudden joy that blazed out like the sun and answered, "Only if my name is Confucius. Anyway, have you got a minute?"

Merry nodded. "Sure."

"Good." Mandy led the way to a bench by the walk. "I wanted to get you set for Saturday. Oh, Charlie Canfield will be there, I hear. That'll make things easier for you. Do you know how to run that monster stereo at the clubhouse?"

Merry shook her head. "I've looked at it, and I can work the record part, but the tape thingy is a mystery to me."

Mandy dug into her huge purse and pulled out a plastic case and showed it to Merry. "It's simple, really. This is the music for Eddie and me. All you have to do is stick this cartridge into the slot of the tape player and push the start button."

Merry took the cartridge and looked it over, then stuffed it into her purse. "Okay. I think I can figure it out."

Mandy nodded. "Sure. Now, you have to know when to start it, of course. Eddie and I will go upstairs to change into our costumes, and that's when you should get it ready. When you push the tape button, the records automatically cut out. Eddie will come downstairs and stand at the open end of the horseshoe. I'll be on the balcony above him. When he signals you, just hit the start button. Everything will be automatic after that. Charlie can get the lights, so they're no worry. Okay?"

Merry nodded, her eyes curious, and asked, "What have you got planned?"

Mandy's smile was mysterious as she said, "You'll find out. The mysterious East must maintain its reputation for inscrutability, even though we Eire not known for unscrewability!"

Merry giggled at this and said, "Okay. I get the point."

Mandy snickered. "Not yet you don't. And not this weekend either, will you get the point. But you will, don't worry, you will."

Merry blushed at the double meaning obvious in Mandy's use of the word "point". "Listen, I've got to get going. I'll see you Saturday."

For the rest of the week, Merry fought the urge to find a player for the tape she carried with her. Finally, Saturday found her carefully tending the stereo as the rest of the club socialized in the center of the big room. Charlie Canfield had joined the organization as a candidate. A freshman, he was in several of Merry's classes, a very quiet, studious boy. She decided he was good-looking in a lean, nervous way. He wore a robe identical to Merry's, and it was difficult to detect what he was like under it. His arms were thin, but not unattractive. His handshake had been surprisingly firm, and Merry recalled hearing that he had played tennis at his high school. His voice was very soft and polite, his manners gentle and pleasant, but not at all feminine. Merry tried to ease his nervousness as much as possible, talking of her own beginnings. "The members are all really great, Charlie. And don't worry, no one will ever ask you to do something you'd find unpleasant."

Charlie's Adam's apple bounced. "I guess I'm all right. It's just that I don't know much about girls, I guess."

Merry smiled. "I didn't know much about guys when I joined. But I'm learning, and the process is pleasant, believe me."

"I hope so. Oops, Karen needs a refill. Excuse me," Charlie said, hurrying to serve the elegant young lady.

Merry went back to her post by the record player, a drink in her hand. For the first time she had a chance to relax and enjoy herself at one of the gatherings, rather than feeling at the beck and call of the members. The record player was automatic, and Merry had only to select an occasional record and turn the stack now and then. The tape lay close at hand, ready to be put into the player.

At last, Merry saw Mandy and Earthquake get up from the circle of people and go upstairs. Her hands shaking, Merry picked up the tape and slipped it into the slot. Double-checking her work, she then waited, wiping nervous hands down her robe.

Eddie came out of the dressing room and stepped down the stairs. His costume consisted of simple twists of cloth around his waist and passing under his crotch. The bulge of his organs showed, and wisps of black pubic hair escaped from the folds of cloth. Again, Merry was struck by his size. His huge torso was covered with curling black hair, and his biceps bulged even when at rest. The huge columns of his legs were like twin pillars supporting his massive body. A plain white band around his forehead, Indian fashion, restrained his black curly hair.

Merry tore her eyes from him and looked up to the balcony just as the lights around the room began to dim. Mandy's diminutive figure stood at the rail, clad in a minimal black bikini. Her straight, jet black hair, waist-length, hung in a pony tail down her back. She was exquisite in her beauty. Dark eye makeup accentuated the almond shape of her eyes, and her long nails gleamed with silver polish. Her skin was an unbroken golden-tan in color, flawless.

Merry eyed Eddie carefully as he stood directly below Mandy at the center of the open end of the horseshoe. He signaled, and Merry punched the button. His back to the balcony, Eddie looked up, as the first, tentative drum beats began to sound. Mandy placed her hands on the railing, and with a quick, breath-catching move, sprang to a handstand on it. For a long moment she paused there, her body arched, head down, looking over the edge of the balcony into Eddie's eyes. Suddenly, Merry stopped breathing. Mandy was falling, tilting slowly over backward, her feet leaning out over empty space, swinging downward toward the floor of the big room.

Moving surely and unhurriedly, Eddie lifted his arms and his huge hands closed on Mandy's waist just before she let go of the railing completely. He pivoted her, and her flashing legs opened and scissored around his waist as she struck a swanlike pose, supported by his massive arms. Then, moving in time with the music, she curled down and reached for one of his massive legs. As she moved he released her, and Merry found herself breathing again.

His hands free, Eddie froze, his closed fists braced on his hips, eyes straight ahead. Tiny and doll-like, her black pony tail swinging, Mandy wound one of her legs behind Eddie and her toe came around and locked under his arm. Moving lithely, the little Oriental girl used the massive man as if he were a jungle gym, twining herself up and over, curling around his huge shoulders. She moved like a snake, sliding around his torso, her golden body gliding easily over him. She had not yet touched the floor, and Eddie took no part in her movements, standing rock-still, face frozen.

The rhythm of the music increased slowly, and the volume grew, and Mandy kept in time with it. She stopped, her legs locked behind his thighs, and leaned outward facing him, arching her back. Her fingers went to his face, tickled through the black curls of his hair, then she pulled herself up to him and ground her mouth to his in a blazing, sensuous kiss. Still he did not move other than to respond with his mouth, lips moving against hers as she rubbed herself against him. Her nails flashed silver through his dark hair.

Suddenly she arched back away from him again, her eyes boring into his, her arms twining slowly around, then reaching behind her neck. Slowly, teasingly, she tugged at the bow of the thin straps of her bikini top. Merry found her breath quickening as the loops of the bow shrank slowly, then disappeared. A single twist now held the two ends of the ties together, and Mandy moved her shoulders in a slow, sexy twist, making the straps slip slightly. From where she was, Merry could just see the slope of Mandy's tiny, perfect breasts. Still the cups clung to the golden skin even as the ties loosened.

Still moving in time with the music, Mandy reached up and freed one strap, drawing it slowly over one shoulder and letting it fall loose. Then she moved to the other, never taking her eyes from Eddie's. Then, one hand keeping the bra in place, Mandy used her other hand behind Eddie's mammoth neck to pull herself up to grind against him with another fiery, kiss, before she again released him and leaned back. Arching backward, she leaned almost horizontally, and her arms twined slowly behind her back to the string ties there. Again, teasingly, she tugged slowly at the bow knot there and freed it. She pulled these strings completely loose, and the only thing keeping the bra over her breasts was her own position. Slowly, she let the arch increase, and Merry watched the muscles in the tiny woman's flat stomach stretch and flex.

Still the bra stayed in place, even when Mandy's head neared the ground. Then, slowly, she moved back up, her muscles flexing strongly as she lifted her head up. Upright again, she moved quickly, stripping the bra off and casting it aside, arching her bare breasts up before Eddie's eyes, her own dark eyes blazing into his as her hands moved and began to fondle her breasts, pressing and massaging the tiny, perfect mounds, stiffening the dark little nipples.

Merry could not tear her eyes from the scene. Mandy's bottom was just above Eddie's waist, and from where she sat, Merry could watch Eddie's groin. The folds of fabric there were beginning to bulge slowly outward as his sleeping cock began to stir.

Seeming to need to rest her muscles, Mandy stopped playing with her tits and locked her hands behind Eddie's neck and pulled herself up to kiss him again, rolling and brushing her bare tits through the hair on his chest, scrubbing the nipples against the bristling black curls, then pressing tightly against him. His cock began to swell more, pushing outward at its covering, loosening the folds, concealing it. Merry stole a quick glance at Charlie Canfield, seated on the couch next to Karen. His prick was stirring to life and his eyes were huge as they locked on Mandy and Eddie. Critically, Merry studied the tool Charlie carried as it sneaked through the slit of his robe. As it grew, the foreskin was shrinking back from its rosy head. In size, it seemed huge for so slight a body. As she watched, Merry's hand was beginning to rub at her own cunt. Charlie's hand stole across his lap to his cock and gripped it, and began to stroke it slowly.

Again Mandy released Eddie's neck and leaned back, this time removing his hands from his hips and placing them on her ribs and back to hold her out, releasing the strain on her own stomach muscles. The bottom of her bikini was knotted on each side of her hips and she began to toy with the top edge of the material, teasing her fingers down inside as Eddie watched. She pushed it low on her belly, until the first tiny wisps of pubic hair began to show, then let it up. One hand slipped under the top of it, and the bulge of her fingers moved to the space between her legs, obviously playing into her still covered cunt.

Eddie's erection burgeoned outward, growing visibly now, but still concealed by the carefully designed costume. The peak of his rod was obvious as it tented the cloth out. His fingers moved slightly over Mandy's bare back as he supported her, and Mandy flashed a wicked smile, somehow grinding her crotch upward against his belly and her hidden hand. She drew her hand out of her bikini and licked her fingers, tasting of the juices slickly covering her fingers, then offered them to Eddie. He took her fingers in his mouth and, laving them with his tongue, bit on them gently with his strong white teeth. Mandy's laugh was thick and throaty, dripping sex, and she pulled her hand back.

As she watched, Merry's excitement had grown so great she no longer consciously heard the pounding, rhythmic music, now wild and passionate. Merry found herself starting to drive her fingers deep into her own channel as she watched Mandy. The tiny Chinese girl still hung suspended, not yet having touched the floor. Her arms twisted snakelike through the air, twining and turning in time with the music. She curled and twisted her torso at the same time, riveting Eddie's eyes on her sharply pointed little breasts.

Merry's breathing quickened as she watched, and her knees melted. She put out a hand to steady herself and her fingers touched something round and cylindrical on the cabinet of the stereo. Without even looking, her fingers closed about it and she squeezed it, her eyes locked on Eddie's still hidden but frighteningly obvious cock. Merry warmed the cylinder in her hand, then glanced down at it. It seemed to be some sort of decoration, a simple smooth rod of polished wood about eight inches long and an inch in diameter. The blunt upper end of it looked too good to pass up, and Merry casually slipped it under her robe and nestled it at the opening of her vagina. The first touch brought a gasp of pleasure from her lips and for a moment her eyes closed. Then she opened them again to watch Mandy's twisting and turning. The Chinese girl, her hair hanging down from the gold clasp that held it in a pony tail, was again toying with her bikini bottom. Arching and twisting suggestively, she worked slowly at the knot on one side, tugging it free. The back on that side fell away, partially baring one buttock. Her hands snaked over to the other knot and fumbled with it. It sprang loose, and Mandy let the back of her suit drop away from her tight, firm little ass. The front of the suit lay loose over her lower belly, just concealing her cunt. Again, she looped her arms about Eddie's neck and drew herself up for another long, flaming, passionate kiss, grinding her naked chest against his. For a moment his hands swept down her back and cupped her buttocks, squeezing and pressing at the muscular little curves, his fingers probing into the crack slightly, pulling the masses of flesh apart, digging deeper. For minutes Mandy let him toy with her, before again leaning back, forcing him to support her back with his huge hands. She reached for her bikini bottom and began to draw it slowly upward between her legs. Her face flushed and her mouth dropped open as the folds of cloth were drawn tightly across her cunt, some creases and wrinkles even slipping into the crack, burning against her sensitive tissues. Eddie's eyes were locked on her movements, watching as inch by inch, the cloth slid through between his belly and her crotch until suddenly Mandy was nude, the black material fluttering free in one hand, then cast aside.

Merry was gradually sliding the wooden rod she had found into her cunt, moving it in slowly, then backing it out. Charlie had begun to pound his prick, oblivious of Merry's glance, his face drawn and eyes glassy as he watched the tiny Chinese girl and her massive support. The rosy crown of Charlie's large cock glistened just above the closed ring of his fingers and thumb. Merry's eyes were again drawn to Mandy and Eddie as she drove the stick up into herself. She barely felt the slight tearing of her hymen being ripped by the artificial penis.

Mandy was reaching under her own ass now, touching and stroking Eddie's still covered cock through the cloth. A damp stain at the tip of the organ showed the level of his excitement. Mandy's smile was wicked and greedy as she used her fingers to feel out the size and shape of the distended organ. Her fingers moved and concealed fasteners parted and Eddie's single garment dropped away. His prick was huge, a white column capped with red, standing straight out from the huge bush of black hair at his crotch. Mandy's tiny hands fluttered like birds around it, touching the tip, stroking its underside. His huge balls hung below it, seeming to bulge with semen.

Mandy suddenly hissed, "I want Merry to watch."

Eddie raised his eyes from Mandy and caught the young Nymphette's attention, and called, "Merry come here." His command allowed no denial.

As if hypnotized, Merry hesitantly crossed the room. She kept her hand at her cunt, the wooden prick still in place, forcing her to walk bowlegged, grinding and twisting the tool inside her. She stepped over next to the couple.

Mandy shifted her position, looping her hands behind Eddie's neck, then standing out on his thighs. "Play with me, Eddie," she demanded, and the huge man complied. As Merry watched, he engulfed Mandy's breasts with his hands, squeezing the soft but firm flesh, then taking the tight little nipples between his fingers and pulling and twisting at them until Mandy was whining with pleasure. Leaving one hand there, his other went to her crotch, brushing through the black hair there and seeking the little girl's tiny slit. His huge paw completely covered Mandy's cunt, his massive middle finger probing and driving into her, bringing a quick flow of juices as Mandy's head rolled with passion. Merry felt her own hand becoming drenched with her own juices as she watched, stroking the wooden cock in and out of her cunt.

Mandy's hips were rolling and twisting now. Below them, through the girl's crotch, Merry could see Eddie's huge prick, a glistening drop hovering at its slitted tip. Looking down between her legs, Mandy slowly moved her crotch toward the tip of the huge tool. Eddie took his hands away from Mandy's breasts and crotch and cupped her ass, pulling her toward him. The muscles of her shapely nude legs flexed as she resisted his pull, forcing herself to move slowly toward the target. The head of the cock nestled at her cunt, and she rolled her pelvis forward and back, making the tip of his penis slide along her crack, sparkles of moisture stringing through her pubic hair. Then she stopped again, and began to lower her tiny pelvis onto the huge shaft.

Merry felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of the terrifyingly huge phallus pushing slowly into the Chinese girl's tiny cunt. Mandy began to pump slowly, each slow stroke driving the cock slightly deeper into her. Her hips began to move with the increased pace of the music, quickening as she began to piston the great column into her, spitting herself on the mighty spear. More and more of it disappeared into her, driving up into her desperately hungry channel. Merry was rubber-legged with passion as she watched the little girl devour Eddie's incredibly huge prick. Mandy had it all in her now, poking slowly with tiny strokes, her pubic hair meshing with his. She built her passion with tiny movements, keeping almost the entire thing in her. Suddenly she began to pull back until inch by glistening inch, nearly the entire shaft was out, just the tip of its rosy head nestling in her crack. With a slurping squish, she drove it in up to the hilt with a single mighty stroke, a squeal of pleasure escaping from her lips. Then she drove on to it again and again as Merry watched, amazed at the ease with which the huge tool was taken into the small girl's cunt. Mandy was twisting and rolling her pelvis with each drive, grinding her pelvis against Eddie's as she built nearer and nearer the crest. A glow seemed to spread upward under her skin from her excited groin, a rosy blush almost invisible because of her golden skin. With a final mighty stroke she impaled herself on Eddie's incredible prick. Eddie himself drove his hips forward, and the two bodies met with a smack. As he twisted his pelvis upward, his prick erupted into Mandy so copiously that gouts of white semen gushed from around the buried shaft into the mingled pubic hairs.

The sight was all Merry needed and her own climax pounded through her as she drove the wooden cock deep into her own cunt and felt her vagina spasming eagerly about it. Her knees weakened and folded and she slumped slowly to the floor. Beside -her, Eddie slowly knelt, never removing his prick from a now limp and exhausted Mandy. Tenderly he bent and laid her down under him, then rolled over so they lay side by side, still locked together.

For long minutes Merry's cunt seemed to suck and grip at the wooden cock she had used, until finally she reluctantly withdrew it from herself and lay panting for breath. Finally she rolled to her feet. The tape had finished. Charlie Canfield lay slumped back on the couch, spatters of come covering his robe, his slowly wilting cock in his hand. Merry eyed the other couples, still intertwined in each other's arms and a feeling of loneliness swept through her. Steve's cock was still buried between Linda's thighs, and Polly was straddling Mike's lap, her skirt up around her waist, his hand on her ass. Fred lay between Karen's eagerly spread thighs, his pants down around his ankles. Pearl Barton lay on her belly, with Rosie covering her.

Merry turned to the record player and put more music on, taking a long time to do it, trying to control the loneliness she felt. Her cunt, so recently filled with a piece of wood, seemed to hunger for something more. No longer did she fear a prick. She was beginning to want it desperately.

An hour later the others had pulled themselves together, and the business meeting was called to order by Linda.

"Okay, before we all fall dead, let's get things organized. I notice that Merry found the little gift we left for her." Linda indicated the wooden prick and Merry blushed. "And I think Mandy's and Eddie's little demonstration has convinced her. Next week will be Merry's initiation."

Merry felt her heart begin to pound at this information. She still had no inkling of what the initiation consisted. But she did know that she was tired of feeling like an outsider at the meetings. It seemed everyone had a partner but she, and it rankled her. She was concluding that self-gratification had its limitations.

"Polly and Mike have refreshments next week, and Merry is the entertainment," Linda concluded.

CHAPTER SIX

Merry's feelings about the coming weekend were a mixture of anticipation and a little fear as the week wore on. Her cunt seemed to tingle with anticipation when she thought of all the possibilities. Again and again she found her mind wandering over memories of the nude bodies of the other members of the club. Foremost in her thoughts was Eddie Enfield. Merry could not shake, nor did she want to shake, the memory of that huge prick of his being driven so deeply into the tiny body of Mandy. The little Chinese girl seemed to have been anxious to split herself wide-open on Eddie's giant column of lust. The memory of Mike Kelly's stocky Irish body also interested Merry. She remembered how Polly had so eagerly sucked at his prick, trying, it seemed, to take the entire shaft in her mouth. Steve Saunders interested Merry less. He was of average size, and his cock, while adequate, seemed small. The aristocratic bodies of Karen Johnson and Fred Harrison were more appealing. Merry remembered the thrill she felt when she first saw Karen's beautiful features twisted with lust as Fred rammed his prick deep into her cunt. That reminded Merry of the night of the banquet. The entertainment the members devised was more than a little inventive, Merry decided. That had been the only evening there seemed to be much in the way of swapping. The memory of the contrasting flesh shades that night was another source of excitement. Karen's blonde beauty being ravaged by the black mass of Rosie Brown was burned into Merry's memory, and the tangle of bodies around Pearl was another high point. Merry wondered which would be the first to possess her. She hoped it wouldn't be Eddie-he still frightened her too much.

"Uh, Merry, have you got a minute?" the soft, hesitant voice of Charlie Canfield intruded on her reverie. She had been studying her history in the library when her mind had wandered.

Merry's thoughts snapped back to the present, and on the way she remembered Charlie's oversized prick. "Oh, hi, Charlie. How've you been?"

"Okay, Merry," Charlie said shyly. "Uhhmm, I know that Saturday is a big night for you, and all, but I wondered if you'd like to go to a concert this Friday."

Merry debated. Her anxious anticipation of Saturday and the importance of the evening were undeniable. On the other hand, Friday night loomed large as a tense time. Also, to her knowledge, this was the first time Charlie had ever asked anyone for a date since his arrival at Harvin College. Judging from his sweating palm prints on the table beside her, it had taken a great deal for him to screw up his courage this far. "I'd like that, Charlie." The words were out of her mouth before she could have a second thought.

Charlie gulped. "You would? Gee, that's great! Could I pick you up about six? Then we can get a bite to eat before."

Merry told him where to pick her up, then managed to get back to her studying. Strangely, she thought, she found herself looking forward to the date with Charlie almost as much as she was looking forward to Saturday night. Aside from the club meetings, she had not taken in any other recreational activities since her breakup with John.

The rest of the week passed quickly, and Friday evening found her snacking with Charlie, after the concert, at a favorite campus hangout. Throughout the evening Charlie had been a little tense and unsure of himself, and Merry had done her best to put him at ease. He had carefully avoided touching her, and Merry resisted the urge to change this, reminding herself of her own deep-rooted fears. Too young to drink legally, they were sipping Cokes when someone paused by their table and Merry looked up into John's brown eyes.

"Hi, Merry." His beard had grown, but was still patchy. "How've you been?"

Merry studied his eyes carefully. "Pretty good. John, do you know Charlie Canfield?"

John glanced briefly at the boy seated with Merry, then ignored him. "I see you're getting out again."

Merry kept silent, not knowing what to say.

"I don't suppose you'd have time for me tomorrow night?" John's eyes seemed a little unfocused.

Merry felt as if she were walking a tightrope. She was very careful as she answered, "I'm sorry, John. I really am busy tomorrow night." She saw John's lips tighten, and added, "But there's a good movie on next Friday."

John answered quickly. "I'm not sure I'll be free then. I'll let you know. Nice meeting you Charlie."

Charlie had relapsed into a shy silence and Merry sought a way to pry him out. "I thought the concert was pretty good," she commented.

Charlie drained the last of his Coke with a loud sucking sound. "It was all right. Gee, it's getting late. I'd better get you back."

Merry started to protest, than thought better of it. Charlie was coming out of his shell, but instinctively, Merry knew it would have to be a slow and cautious process. In the heat of circumstances the previous weekend, the boy had let himself go, but under more normal conditions his awkwardness returned quickly. Merry let him walk her to her door and then bade him a discreet and distant good night.

"Hi," Linda said, looking up from her desk. "How was your date with Charlie?" Merry smiled, and asked, "Was I ever that shy?"

Linda chuckled. "Not quite that shy. At least you did know the difference between boys and girls and you did get out and around a little bit."

Merry removed her coat and flopped down on the couch. "He's really a nice guy. The club'll do him a lot of good."

Linda nodded. "He's got a good sized prick there, too."

Merry, not blushing as easily now, said, "I noticed. When will he be initiated?"

Linda shrugged. "It depends. I imagine just a couple of more meetings will get him ready for it. Men usually don't take as long as we do." , Merry nodded. "I'm not surprised. I wish I knew what was in store for me tomorrow."

Linda smiled. "That's the fiftieth time this week you've said that. You'll find out soon enough. All I can tell you is that it will be better than you could ever imagine."

Merry shivered, and said, "That's quite an order. I've got a good imagination."

Smiling, Linda said, "I hope so, because it's kind of traditional that the next weekend you again provide the entertainment."

"Oh!" Merry's mouth made a little circle. "I didn't know that. I thought I was the entertainment tomorrow."

"You are," Linda agreed. "But it's usually happened that the newest members are the most inventive, and for some reason, after their initiation, they want to handle the entertainment the next weekend. We made it a sort of tradition because of that."

Merry thought this over and asked, "What limits are there on the entertainment?"

Linda shook her head. "None, of course. We seem to get the most swapping around when the new members do it, though. They like to grab as much variety as possible, I guess."

Merry thought this over, then suddenly found herself yawning. "I'm for bed. Sensitivity session tonight?"

Linda shook her head. "You don't need it. By tomorrow night you'll be so sensitive a touch with a feather'll set you off."

Merry giggled and said, "I'm already cocked, if you'll pardon the pun." Linda laughed. "You aren't half cocked yet. Just you wait." Merry, tired as she was, lay awake a long time that night.

The next day seemed to crawl. As she tried to study in the apartment, Merry found her eyes straying to the clock every five minutes. It seemed to be forever before the time came for the drive out to the clubhouse. When they got there, Linda closed off the dining room from the living room and ushered Merry inside. "No changing upstairs this time. And I'm the only one to see you until it's time."

Merry, pacing nervously, asked, "But what do I have to do?"

Linda went over to a closet and fought with the lock. "Don't you worry, you don't have to do a thing. Tonight, believe me, you are the do-ee, not the do-er. Yours is not to do unto, but to be done unto."

Merry shivered and squirmed. "God, I'm nervous!"

Linda finally solved the problem of the lock. "Here, help me with this thing." She swung the door open. Inside, against one wall, was folded the low table Pearl had been served as dessert on. On the other side was a strange framework on wheels.

With Merry's help, Linda wrestled it out into the room and began to unfold it. Merry helped as best she could, mystified. Finally, Linda stepped back and surveyed her work. Merry looked at the strange contraption dubiously. As it was right now, it consisted of a vertical cross on a wheeled carriage. The cross itself was unusual, the lower arm being forked, the entire thing softly padded. Wide leather straps dangled at the ends of the arms of the cross. The entire rig seemed to be designed to tip backward. To do so would have laid the cross horizontally, about two or three feet above the floor.

Linda excused herself. "You relax here. I'll go out and see how things are going."

Merry tried not to fidget too much. Through the doors she could hear the others. Eddie Enfield's voice dominated the mumbling, but Merry could distinguish nothing other than his laugh. The sound made her shiver again. Polly and Mike seemed to be having their perpetual argument. Merry walked around and around the strange framework, trying to figure it out. A brief thought flickered through her mind, but she dismissed it as impossible.

Linda came back in. "Okay, everything's going great. Let's get you undressed."

Merry's fingers fumbled at her clothes and she hesitantly stripped to the skin. Linda took each garment as Merry removed it and hung it carefully in the closet. The noises outside the room drummed at Merry and she found herself self-consciously trying to conceal her nakedness with her hands.

Linda hung up the last bit of clothing. "Let's see how you look." She gently took Merry's hands away from her breasts and groin, leaving the girl standing naked and defenseless. Studiously, Linda circled Merry. "Not bad. You really do have a glorious body, you know," she said, producing a comb. "Let's get your hair straightened." She brushed at Merry's golden tresses as the girl stood there numbly. It took only a few strokes to remove the few minor tangles. The golden locks brushed over Merry's pale shoulders as softly as spider webs.

"H-how do I look now?" Merry asked, her voice catching in her throat. She watched as Linda studied her, her face unreadable.

Linda remained businesslike. "Spread your legs," she commanded, kneeling just in front of Merry. To Merry's shock, the other girl reached out and began to comb her curling pubic hair.

"What are you doing?" Merry's voice squeaked.

Linda was matter-of-fact. "You wouldn't go out on a date with your hair all tangled, would you? This is just another set of hair that should look good."

"Oh," Merry replied. The slight tugging of the comb through the curls of hair were sending small jolts of pleasure through her. She almost regretted it when Linda stopped and got to her feet, stepping back to again study her work.

Linda put the comb away and said, "Wait here a minute." She disappeared, then returned. "Okay, everything's set. Step back here by the cross."

Merry numbly let herself be guided back to the strange contraption she had helped assemble. Linda guided her backwards to it, leading her feet up to small plates sticking out at the. bottoms of the forks of the lower arms of the cross. Paralyzed, Merry felt Linda kneel and fasten the wide leather straps about her ankles. Her spread legs now matched the angle of the forked pieces. Linda next stood and took Merry's right arm, lifting it out along the horizontal bar at Merry's shoulders. Holding the arm in place, Linda fastened Merry's wrist to the projection with another of the wide leather bands. Then Linda moved and did the same with Merry's other arm.

Merry found herself spreadeagled on the cross, arms straight out, legs spread. Merry found the position not uncomfortable, a credit to the careful design of the cross. Projections were available to support any part of her body that might sag, and every part of the machine was padded and soft. The lower part was designed so that her bare buttocks were not in contact with anything, meaning that her entire crotch area, both front and rear, was unprotected. Merry felt comfortable, but more exposed than she ever had been before in her life.

"How do you feel?" Linda asked.

Merry turned her head to look at the other girl, now standing beside her, and stammered, "S-scared!"

Linda's answer was tender. "Don't be. Every girl in the club has gone through this. It's the most tremendous experience you'll ever have, believe me."

Merry shivered. "Oh, I believe you. But I'm still scared." She jerked her head around at the sound of the big doors being slowly rolled back into the walls. She found herself looking out into the brightly-lighted center of the horseshoe. The rest of the room was darkened, making it hard to see the people seated on the couches. Merry felt the cart start to roll out into the light as Linda pushed it. As Merry was moved into the lights, a chorus of ooh's and aah's greeted her arrival.

"Christ, she's beautiful!" Eddie exclaimed.

Linda stepped around to the side of the cross. In a chanting voice, she said, "Nymphs and Satyrs, I present to you Merry Richards, candidate for membership in our circle of joys. Be there any member who knows of any reason she should not be permitted to experience the supreme joys of full membership, let him speak now or forever hold his peace." When silence greeted her words, she continued, "Be it known that this woman offers her body now for the admiration of all present."

Merry felt a host of eyes gliding over her full figure. Her heavy breasts thrilled to the admiration she sensed. Now she was not ashamed of her open position, but thrilled by it. Eagerly she basked in the obvious admiration of all that were present.

Linda spoke again. "Let the lights be dimmed, so that she may observe the members."

Merry saw the spotlights go dim, and the room lights come up until a uniformly soft radiance filled the room. She looked about her and discovered that all the members were as naked as she. All eyes were focused on her, and Merry found herself glorying in being the center of attention.

"Let those who wish to speak of her beauty now do so," Linda commanded from behind Merry.

Words of praise flowed out in a chorus from the watching members. Merry heard her large firm breasts praised, the flawlessness of her skin commended. She found her thrills growing, heat building from the words she heard.

Linda spoke again, and said, "Members may step forward to feel with all their senses the beauty and glory of Merry's body."

The others rose and stepped toward her, and suddenly Merry was being touched all over, her skin thrilling to the feeling of nine pairs of hands brushing over her entire body. Eddie Enfield's huge paws were gentle on her breast, stroking the tender skin, barely touching her. Against the pale skin of her other breast, the hand of Rosie Brown was dark and thrilling. Strokings and pattings brushed over her ribs, down her thighs, even running swiftly, like butterflies, out the length of her outstretched arms. Merry let her eyes close and brought into play all the senses Linda had helped awaken. The hands of Rosie Brown were hard and rough, while Pearl Barton's black hands were deft, soft and gentle on the inside of Merry's thigh. Karen and Fred flanked her, each stroking her ribs, tracing the invisible lines of the bones hidden under her soft flesh. Merry's nipples stiffened as Mike and Polly each proceeded to toy gently with the rosy buds, drawing the tips up to rubbery hardness. Someone, Merry couldn't tell whom, was brushing gentle fingertips through her pubic hair, not quite touching her skin, just ruffling through the neatly combed curls.

Merry suddenly felt a tickle of dampness from someone licking at her ribs, then another tongue went to work on her, and another. Pearl Barton was nibbling gently at her neck, while Rosie Brown knelt and slipped his tongue into her navel, probing and tickling there. Other people were licking at her arms, her legs, even her feet. As they licked, Merry felt puffs of breath as they seemed to sniff at her skin. She was rapidly approaching a state of delirium. She hardly noticed as the framework she was strapped to was tipped backward, placing her on her back, making it easier for all the people present to lick and touch at her body. Someone's tongue was working its way over her buttocks, while another worked lower and lower on her belly. Two mouths nursed at her breasts, sucking and pulling at her distended nipples, and other tongues licked at her ribs and sides until she began to roll and twist with pleasure, flames of passion building up in her crotch.

Standing next to Merry's head, now as nude as the others, was Linda. Merry looked up at her friend, filled with love and joy, her eyes lingering over the dark bush she had tasted more than once. Suddenly Merry jerked as someone's tongue penetrated her own honeyed crevice, playing along the sensitive inner lips of her cunt and, with a jolt of flame, over the expanding button of her clitoris. Again the tongue stroked the length of her slit, sending another wash of fire through her belly. The incredible onslaught was driving her insane with passion, making her writhe and whimper.

Linda made a sign, and the men stood and stepped back from Merry, leaving the women licking at the tender young girl's body. Merry looked up at the ring of naked, stiff cocks that surrounded her, her eyes moving from Rosie's black staff to Eddie's huge column, then to Fred's prick, sprouting from a bush of sandy pubic hair, and onward to Mike's thick rod. Still the girls were bathing her body with their tongues. Karen's long tongue was now driving Merry wild by probing deeply into her cunt, pressing into her as far as possible.

Linda knelt by Merry's head and began to whisper into her ear. "We are yours to command, but you must speak. You must tell us what you want and who you want. Speak, Merry Richards, and tell us what you want."

Merry gulped, her head rolling from side to side as Karen continued her onslaught on Merry's cunt. "I want you all! God, how I want you all!"

"Who do you want, Merry, and what do you want?" Linda said insistently. "Only you can tell us."

Merry tried to think, as Karen's tongue probed into her, and said, "I want Steve. Give me Steve."

Linda beckoned and Steve stepped eagerly between Merry's thighs. Linda asked again, "What do you want him to do?"

"Fuck me!" Merry's voice was a screaming whisper. "Oh, fuck me!"

Steve took a step forward, and Merry looked at him. The cross held her at just the right height, and his prick nestled at the gates to her cunt. Her eyes met his as he slowly let the tip of his prick nestle at her pussy. She twitched, rolling against her bonds, trying to squirm onto him. Then, slowly, she felt him begin to stroke into her, and her eyes closed as the incredible sensations swept over her. Slowly, he stroked into her, driving deeper and deeper, building her flames to new heights. Deeper and deeper he stroked, stretching open that little used channel, sending flashes of painful pleasure through her. She felt her cunt gripping at his rock-hard cock, seeming to suck it in deeper and deeper until his pelvis met hers, his pubic bone grinding her clitoris against her own pubic bone. She felt him pause, the tip of his prick buried to its fullest depth. Then he began to move again, stroking in and out, the tempo increasing until he pounded at her, making the cross rock under the impact, his balls slapping against her ass. Higher and higher he drove her as she almost crested again and again. Then, with a final mighty thrust he slammed into her. As wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her she felt his semen blasting into her, filling her.

Too soon, she felt him withdraw and opening her eyes, looked up at Linda's tender face and said, "More, oh, God, give me more!"

Before she had even finished what she was saying, another man was between her thighs, Fred Harrison, and she felt him plunge into her, driving forward like a ramrod, crashing up against her, his prick slamming to the end of her channel in one mighty lunge. Again and again he stroked into her, and she blazed to new heights and crested again, quickly, feeling him shoot off. Her voice became an endless cry for more and more, and Mike Kelly's stout prick was the next to thrust into her, spreading her channel further. Shorter than the others, his cock did not reach as deep, but its greater thickness added a different dimension to Merry's thrills. As he pounded into her, she felt his hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart, one finger slipping into her crack and seeking her anus.

A jolt of incredible pleasure shot through her when he found it and poked at it, the tip of his finger prying at the tight little ring of muscle, then forcing an entry. Merry was rocked with an incredible series of orgasms as he pumped his cock into her cunt, his finger into her ass. As she felt herself blacking out from joy, another man took his place between her eager thighs, and another cock bored into her. She was aware of Rosie Brown above her, his black prick driving into her cunt, his balls slapping against her ass. Too soon, she felt him spout into her, shooting wads of sperm into her with mighty blasts of his prick and too soon he pulled out.

Merry looked around, her eyes an agony of desire, thinking there was no one left, until Eddie Enfield stepped between her wide-open thighs and lowered the incredible Sulk of his cock to her streaming cunt. The first thrust barely gained him entrance, despite the copious juices her cunt dripped to the floor. Slowly and tenderly, he wedged his cock into her, and she felt her channel stretching mightily to accommodate its bulk. Again and again he drove into her, gaining a fraction of an inch at a time, and Merry's joy grew and grew. The pain of the stretching was more than matched by the pleasure and the pride she felt at taking his bulk into her. Deeper and deeper he plunged, until she felt she could take no more, but still he came on, driving deeper than anyone ever had, until finally he was lodged completely inside her, his cock against the end of her distended channel, his groin jammed against hers. Cautiously she felt him begin to stroke in and out of her, and each time he drove in, his monster prick struck the bottom of her channel, sending an unbelievable wave of sensation through her. His huge hands were clutching at her buttocks, and again she felt a finger prying into her anus, a huge, stretching finger, prying the muscle open, stretching it too, as his prick was stretching her cunt. He worked his finger deeper and deeper, and his cock plunged harder and harder until Merry found herself racked by wave after wave of orgasm. With a final mighty shove, Eddie slammed his cock into her one last time and spouted wave sifter wave of come into her, until she was so full she felt it spurting back out around his massive shaft, trickling down her bare skin and dripping onto the floor. For long minutes everything but her incredibly stuffed and joyous cunt ceased to exist for Merry.

She slowly regained her senses to feel tender hands releasing her bonds and lifting her off the pleasure rack. It was with a feeling of sadness that she realized this, fearing that the evening was already over. She opened her eyes as she was placed on the couch. For a while, she found herself to be so exhausted she could hardly move. Hovering attentively around her were Karen and Fred. As she lay there they kept her supplied with food and drink and her strength returned. Merry decided they were the most expensive servants she was ever likely to have.

"Welcome, Nymph," Linda said, bending over and planting a kiss on her roommate's forehead.

"Wow! Thanks, Linda! Why was I ever afraid of men?"

Linda smiled. "Who cares. Now you're not. Had enough for tonight?"

Merry said thoughtfully, "I should have, I suppose, but I'm not sure."

Linda chuckled. "Relax. The night is yet young, and tonight it is your night. We're your slaves for one night."

Merry smiled and said, "Then let me kiss you."

Linda moved easily to sit next to Merry and let herself be drawn into a warm embrace. Merry gave her a long, warm, meaningful kiss. "Thank you, Linda. For everything."

Linda looked at Merry and asked, "Is that all you wanted?"

Merry giggled, and answered, "For now."

For a long time, Merry could just he there, feeling, for the first time in her life, satisfied. The stretching her cunt had received from the massive drives of Eddie Enfield was slowly declining, and Merry hoped it would return to normal. Men seemed to prefer a tight fit. Around her the other members of the club, unashamed of their nudity, were talking and drinking as if nothing unusual had happened. For Merry, however, it felt as if she had become a completely new and different person. A glass of sherry was warming her mouth and belly, and she thought she could feel the warm sperm of the men still filling her cunt. Dreamily, she let her mind drift back over the evening, reviewing it from the first loving comments and caresses through Steve's first slow strokes and her first orgasm, to the massive drives of Eddie and his copious spoutings. As she recalled this, she felt her loins warming again, her thighs drifting apart as if eager to again devour prick after prick.

She looked around the room, eyeing the men, wondering if she wanted to ask for another pounding. A slight twinge at her anus reminded her of Eddie's prying finger as he had driven it into her, and Merry felt another surge of pleasure. His huge prick kept drawing her attention. Even limp as it was, dangling down over his balls, it was obviously larger than the other boys' organs. As usual, Mandy was next to her huge escort. Her tiny, perfect body looked doll-like next to Eddie's hairy massiveness. Mandy noticed Merry's eyes on her and seemed almost to pose her diminutive frame for Merry's study. Mandy's nipples were small, dark peaks capping diminutive, perfect breasts. Below the dimple of her navel was a wide expanse of clear skin before the triangle of pubic hair. The hair itself was as black as the long, straight hair on her head. The bush was small, barely hiding her cunt. Mandy's legs were perfect. Merry found herself remembering the exotic aroma of Mandy, and wondered if she still smelled like that.

Mandy excused herself from Eddie and stepped over to where Merry lay on the couch. "Hi, Merry. Did you want something?"

Merry was flustered, unaware that her curiosity had been so obvious. "Oh, um, I don't think so."

Mandy sat on the couch next to Merry. "This is your night, Merry. As Linda told you we're all your slaves tonight to do with as you wish."

Merry tried to hide her embarrassment, blushing slightly and avoiding Mandy's almond eyes. "Uh, oh, well, don't get me wrong, Mandy. Could I smell you?"

Mandy smiled, her dark eyes warming. "Of course. What part of me do you want to smell?"

"Oh," Merry started, "just anywhere. Your shoulder is all right."

Mandy leaned over Merry and let her sniff slowly at the hollow of her neck and shoulder. Hesitantly, she let her tongue sneak out and brush the Chinese girl's golden skin, tasting her. Merry was startled to feel Mandy do the same to her, and goosebumps of pleasure sprang up on the back of her neck. Merry licked at the girl again, more slowly, taking a deep taste of her along her shoulder and up her neck. As she licked, Merry felt her own excitement grow, and tasted again. Merry's senses simmered as she felt Mandy tonguing the hollow just below and behind her earlobe. The Chinese girl took Merry's tender earlobe in her mouth and Merry felt a nibble of teeth and a puff of breath in her ear. Taking the cue, Merry's tongue explored the delicate curves of Mandy's ear, fascinated by the tastes and feelings she found there. As she licked, Merry found her own passions again increasing. She pushed Mandy back for a moment and gazed deep into the dark, serious eyes, trying to read them. Unable to, Merry pulled Mandy back toward her and their mouths met in a tentative, chaste kiss. Merry poked her tongue out through her lips, intending just to taste Mandy's lips. Instead, she found Mandy's mouth opening, her tongue waiting to greet Merry's. Almost without her willing it, Merry's hands began to roam over the soft golden back of Mandy, stroking her, marveling at the softness of her skin and the taut muscles just beneath it. As their tongues clashed and mingled, Merry's fingers traced Mandy's ribs, and Merry suddenly became aware of Mandy's tiny hard nipples boring into her chest with little points of flame.

Merry urged Mandy up beside her on the couch, guiding her to stretch out next to her. Mandy complied willingly, pressing her thighs against Merry's. The difference in height between Merry and Mandy meant that the smaller girl's knees were gripping Merry's more fleshy thighs, and Mandy's cunt -was pressing Merry's hipbone. Merry was conscious of the bristles of Mandy's pubic hair brushing harshly on her tender skin. As they kissed, Mandy seemed to be grinding her cunt against the protruding bone, and Merry found her legs parting to let Mandy's thigh slip between hers. The first gentle pressure of Mandy's thigh on Merry's cunt brought a gasp from Merry, and she rolled her pelvis upward to increase the pressure. Mandy seemed to sense what Merry wanted, and bent her leg further, driving her well-muscled thigh into Merry's groin with renewed pressure, while at the same time she ground her own cunt against Merry's hipbone, scrubbing it up and down with a rocking motion of her pelvis.

Merry found her fires building rapidly and clutched the little girl to her tightly, rubbing and rolling her excited nipples over Mandy's chest, feeling their breasts meet and mash together. Merry rolled slightly toward Mandy, so the thigh grinding against her cunt could be driven further between her legs, increasing the pressure more, and Merry rotated her pelvis against it harder. Both girls were panting, their breaths puffing through each other's mouths and nostrils and their lips mashed together in a wide-open kiss. Like an ocean storm, Merry felt her orgasm building and driving until it crested in a series of incredible waves, washing knowledge of everything but Mandy right out of her. Merry felt Mandy tense against her, and drive her cunt solidly onto her hip with a grinding shudder. For long moments they clung together, motionless as their orgasms blazed high, then gradually dropped off, leaving Merry spent and exhausted for the second time that night.

Merry came slowly around to find the others collapsed. Mandy was still nestled in her arms. On the floor, Linda was sandwiched between Steve's slender frame and Eddie's massive body.

Awkwardly, Merry untangled herself from Mandy, trying not to disturb the other girl, and then staggered wearily over to the bar where she got another glass of wine. Leaning against the bar, Merry viewed the havoc before her. Polly and Mike were entangled head to crotch. Merry knew what a girl tasted like, and she began to wonder what a man's cock would taste like. She vowed to find out soon. Off to one side, hard to sort out, was an incredible tangle of arms and legs, both black and white. Merry finally sorted out Rosie, Pearl and Karen and Fred unbelievably interlocked.

Eventually the others began to stir and drift toward the bar. Helping themselves to glasses of wine, each gave Merry a tender kiss.

Eventually they dressed, and Linda called the formal meeting to order. "First order of business is Merry's anklet." She produced the chain and charm and knelt at Merry's feet and clasped the slender chain around the girl's right ankle. "You can remove your bracelet now."

Merry complied, having forgotten she even wore the heavy links. It seemed years ago that Linda had fastened the heavy jewelry on her.

Linda got the group's attention again. "Okay, Merry will supply entertainment next week. Steve and I have refreshment detail. Is there any other business? As you know, Charlie was not permitted to attend Merry's initiation meeting. He'll be here next week, though. I suspect he'll be ready for initiation in a week or two. Meeting's adjourned."

CHAPTER SEVEN

On Sunday, Merry awoke and immediately let out a groan. She didn't know it was possible to ache in so many places. She decided that sex used sets of muscles that were not called into play for any other activity. She awkwardly climbed to her feet and padded nude out to the kitchen. A few minutes work had the percolator brewing coffee and an egg boiling vigorously on the stove. After using the toilet, Merry took the time to study her reflection in the full-length mirror. For some reason she expected that she would look different. Instead, the same steady blue eyes she had stared at for eighteen years gazed back at her. Her dimples still showed only when she smiled, and, as was usual for early in the morning, her fine blonde hair was tangled and twisted about her shoulders. Merry decided the only sign of the night before was a slight redness at the inside of her thighs.

Just as Merry was salting her egg, Linda wandered out of the bedroom and asked, "Where's the coffee pot?"

Merry smiled at her roommate's incredible sleepiness. Usually Linda was the first to get up, and it would be Merry who staggered out later half asleep. This morning, Merry felt wide awake and ready to take on the world, aside from her stiff muscles. "Good morning!" Merry said, deliberately putting as much cheeriness and sunshine as possible into the greeting.

"Uh," Linda replied, pouring coffee. "Must you be so cheerful at this ungodly hour?"

Merry checked the clock and answered pertly, "It's not ungodly, it's eight." Merry's good spirits were bubbling over.

"That's what I mean," Linda replied. "Whoosh!

That coffee's strong!" Linda's eyes suddenly sprang wide-open.

"I guess I'm out of practice," Merry retorted. "Gosh, it's a beautiful day." She stepped over to the window and, unashamed now, let the warm sunlight wash over her bare chest. She leaned forward and pressed her bare tits against the cold glass and the chill hardened her nipples immediately. "Let's go out for a walk this morning."

Linda shook her head and said, "Can't do it. I've got a paper to write today. Why don't you go alone?"

Merry, turning away from the window, answered, "Because I want to be with people today."

Linda thought and then said, "Well, why don't you call someone. There must be somebody as nutty as you around."

Merry thought a minute and said, "What about Charlie?"

Linda shook her head. "I don't think he's around. Since he couldn't go to last night's meeting, he said he was going home for the weekend."

"Oh." Merry was disappointed. "Well, I guess I'll go out alone then."

Half an hour later she stepped out into the bright fall sunshine. The trees had all shed their leaves by now, and their bare branches shivered in the chill breeze. Merry found the cold crisp air invigorating as she wandered across the deserted campus. Few people were out this early on a Sunday morning, and Merry strolled unmolested, shuffling her feet through the dry leaves, enjoying the crispness and freshness of the air, paying little attention to where she went. An incredible feeling of joy and fulfillment carried her along the paths with a lighthearted step. Never before had the sky seemed so blue or the air so clear and refreshing. A smile blossomed on her lips, and her dimples almost sparkled from the joy she felt. Her unreasoning terror of men was gone, and, she was sure, would never return. Now she could go back to John and not fear his advances, not worry about turning him away. Instead she would be able to accept the love he was offering, and not just passively, but in an active role.

As she turned onto a new path, her thoughts turned to the next weekend. She wondered what she could do, by herself, to supply the entertainment for the meeting. The previous acts were going to be difficult to follow, and working alone was an added complication. Mentally, Merry went over her own hobbies and talents. Her major extracurricular activity was swimming, but she saw no way of using that. Dancing, or a solo striptease did not seem to meet the requirements either, though they were possibilities. Merry paused, digging a peanut out of the pocketful she usually carried and tossed it to a gray squirrel. After checking the offer carefully he bounded away to the base of his tree and Merry went on. Entertainment covered a large amount of ground, really. Perhaps something other than a performance was possible, or maybe she could somehow get the participation of her audience. She tried to think up something in the way of a game that might work out. She'd heard of strip poker, but somehow that seemed an unlikely possibility, if only because she did not know how to play poker.

Merry tried to remember the games she had played at parties. None of the parties she had gone to in high school had leaned toward that, tending rather to dancing. She thought back further to children's parties. She had played post office at one party, but that, too, seemed inappropriate.

The old joke came to her that in high school you played pony express, which was like post office with more horsing around.

An empty beer bottle caught Merry's eye and she stooped to pick it up. As she dropped it into a trash can, the idea hit her. At the age of eight, spin the bottle was a lively, innocent party game. At the age of eighteen, it could become something entirely different. Her mind working rapidly, Merry turned back toward the apartment. To make the game work right, she would have to get the cooperation of the other members. She was mentally making a list of things to be done as she hurried homeward.

By the middle of the week, Merry had finished her preparations and received full agreement from the other club members. She had not told them the purpose of what she asked, but her excitement had been enough to convince them that the effort would be worth the trouble.

Merry was leaving the library when Charlie Canfield hesitantly called to her. She turned at his greeting. "Hi, Charlie. How are you?" Merry found herself warming to the shy boy.

"Hi, Merry," Charlie replied. "How was your initiation?"

"Fabulous," Merry replied.

"I don't suppose you can tell me what went on?" Charlie probed hesitantly.

Merry smiled, her dimples sparkling. "Nope, can't tell. You'll find out soon enough. All I can say is that it was really great."

"Oh," said Charlie, studying his feet. "Uh, are you busy this Friday? The French Club is having a special movie and I thought maybe you'd like to go."

Merry hated to disappoint Charlie. "I'm sorry, I really can't make it. I've got a paper to work on, and what with Saturday night being busy, I'll have to work on it Friday night."

"Oh," Charlie said. "Yeah, I guess it's all right. Well, I'll see you Saturday then."

Merry nodded and watched him walk away, head down. Sighing, she headed back to the apartment. She was about to leave the campus when a hand caught her arm and she turned to look into John's eyes.

"Hi, Mer." John's beard was longer and more straggly. "Still want to catch that movie this Friday?" he asked.

"Oh, hi, John," Merry replied. "Gee, I'm sorry. I would like to, but I've got a paper I have to work on."

That hidden smile had completely left John's mouth now. "I'll bet. I saw you with that little twerp Canfield."

Merry's eyes flashed with anger as she said, "In the first place, Charlie is a nice kid. And, in the second place, I do have a paper to work on, whether you believe me or not." She looked at John and added, "I'm sorry. John, what's wrong with you? You're not usually like this."

John shook his head and said, "It's nothing. When can I see you?"

Merry thought a moment, and said, "Let's make it definite for the Friday after this one, okay?"

John's face lit up with at least the remnant of his old smile. "Okay. I'll be by about six a week from Friday."

Merry turned once more toward home, reflecting that John's gratitude at having a date seemed almost pathetic. When she got to the apartment she found Linda in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by scraps of cloth. "What's up?" Merry asked, eyeing the mess.

Linda muttered through a mouthful of pins. "What's up is that some nutty club member, who shall remain nameless, has come up with the craziest set of instructions I've ever heard for a night of entertainment. The thing she wants me to wear, I don't have and am having to make. All I can say is, I hope this audience participation idea doesn't catch on."

Merry giggled. "I guarantee you. When you see what I have planned, you'll agree it's worth the effort."

"Well, I sure hope so," Linda replied. "I, ouch, have stuck myself on these dratted pins at least a half-dozen times. I'll have to get a tetanus booster if this keeps up."

"You're not supposed to pin your fingers," Merry taunted, seating herself at her desk. She could almost feel the glare Linda gave her. Soon Merry was buried deep in her work. The heavy load of studying made the rest of the week pass quickly.

"I'd like a Tom Collins, Charlie," Merry said, as she stood by the bar, being waited on by the candidate who still wore a white robe. She looked around the room, checking the lighting and furniture. Her idea had required little in the way of rearrangement. In the center of the horseshoe of the couches was a card table with a large empty champagne bottle standing in the middle of it. The record player was supplying music that might have come out of any children's party.

As the guests arrived, Merry was pleased to see that they had followed her directions to the letter. The girls all were wearing neatly starched blouses and short pleated skirts, with white socks and shiny shoes. Their hair was decorated with bows, and none wore makeup. The boys wore white shirts, slacks, shoes and socks. If Merry's instructions had been followed, then everyone had on exactly the same number of items of clothing. With the exception of the drinks the participants picked up at the bar, the entire effect was of a child's birthday party, with the girls wearing their party frocks.

The party atmosphere soon warmed everyone's spirits, and the drinks loosened their tongues. Linda and Steve had laid out a buffet of cold cuts and salad on the dining room table, and everyone helped themselves to the food.

Merry waited until she was sure everyone had eaten their fill before clapping her hands for attention. "Okay, everybody, it's time for the party games. Everybody take their seats around the table here." She indicated the card table. "Boys sit with your dates on your right."

With a bit of grumbling and mumbling about party games, the group was soon seated. Merry had placed a chair for herself at the open end of the horseshoe, but for the moment stood and looked at the group. "Okay, everybody, give me your attention."

The others eyed her warily. She was dressed like the other girls, only more so, having settled on an incredible shade of pink for her dress and hair bow. Had it not been for her curvaceous figure, she would have looked six years old.

"What we're going to play is spin the bottle," Merry said, then paused to let the commotion die down. "But we're going to play it a little differently than you'd expect. It used to be we'd play it where the person spinning the bottle would have to kiss the person the bottle pointed to. In our case, that seems a bit tame. What we're going to do is this. The spinner will go to the person of the opposite sex the bottle comes closest to pointing to. The person toward whom the bottle points will remove one article of the spinner's clothing. Now, the clothing should come off in a reasonably logical sequence. I don't want anyone walking around with just their shoes and socks on. When we get down to the end, the girls will spin the bottle to choose partners for whatever else happens. Since I'm the odd girl out, my last spin will determine what boy gets me, and we'll make a threesome. Okay?"

Receiving nods of agreement from around the circle, Merry was pleased to note that interest in the game had increased. She stepped up to the bottle, tipped it on its side and gave it the first spin. Gradually the bottle slowed and stopped, its open neck pointing like a muzzle at Polly and Mike. Merry stepped over in front of Mike and raised one foot so he could remove her shoe. She stepped back and took her seat, and the next player spun.

The game moved quickly until all were barefooted. Leading off the next round, Merry spun and found the bottle directing her to Rosie Brown. He stood up to be able to reach her more easily, and his big black hands went to work on the buttons of her blouse, first the sleeves, then starting at the high throat and working downward. Reaching the last button, he tugged the blouse out of her waistband and pushed it back. Merry felt herself thrilling slightly as her bra-clad breasts were uncovered and the black man slid the blouse down her arms and off. Tremors of excitement coursed through her as she felt all eyes on her as she returned to her chair.

The round progressed, with the boys losing their shirts, the girls their blouses. Charlie Canfield was keeping drinks replenished, and Merry giggled quietly at his difficulty in concentrating on his task as his eyes roamed eagerly over the girls. He seemed often to look at Merry's big breasts straining at her bra. Merry stepped up to the bottle again, carefully turning and bending to give Charlie the best possible view. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the rosy head of his prick sticking out of his robe. The sight quickened her pulse, and she wondered when his initiation was likely to take place. Obeying the whim of the bottle, Merry stepped over to Fred Harrison. His sapphire ring caught the light as he unbuttoned the waistband of her skirt, then slid the zipper down. He hesitated, then slowly pushed the skirt down over Merry's full hips and let it drop to the floor. Merry bent gracefully and picked the garment up, carrying it back to the growing pile by her chair. She had chosen her panties carefully for the evening. They were the briefest of bikini style, with a low waist and cut high on the sides. She made no attempt to restrain the cloth from its tendency to gather between the cheeks of her ass. Of a silken material, but opaque, the panties clung tightly to the mound of her sex. Merry felt goosebumps rise on her back as she returned to her chair. Three spins later, Mike spun and drew Merry. He stopped in front of her, and she reached for his belt. The catch at his waist yielded quickly, and Merry sought the zipper of his fly. Impishly she looked up at him and he smiled down at her as she remained seated. Her fingers toyed with the zipper tab, then slid it downward. As she slid it lower, she pressed her hand against him, feeling the zipper buzz slowly over the stiffening mass of his cock. As she tugged his pants down, the suggestive bulge in his Jockey shorts was directly in front of Merry's face, and she took the opportunity to bend forward and plant a light kiss on the bulge through the cloth. Its hardness and warmth blazed against her lips for an instant before she drew back. Mike gathered up his pants and stepped back to his seat.

Merry watched eagerly as each girl lost her skirt, each boy his pants. All the girls seemed to have chosen their sexiest underthings. Mandy's small matching bra and bikini panties were of a lemon-yellow color. Polly, as usual, wore green, and near her Pearl Barton's black skin contrasted with the white lace she had selected. Merry's eyes went over the boys next, studying the growing bulges in their shorts. The rosy head of more than one prick peeped tentatively out of an overstressed fly.

When the game began, talk had flourished and nervous laughter had been the order. Now, despite the broad experience of the group, silence had fallen over the group as Merry stepped up to spin the bottle again. She was getting down to bare skin now, and all eyes fastened on the bottle as it whirled around and around. Gradually it slowed, until it pointed at Eddie Enfield. Moving gracefully, Merry stepped over and stood in front of him. He arose from his chair and turned her gently with his huge hands. His fingers worked clumsily at the catch on her bra and it sprang loose. Instead of turning her around again and removing it from in front of her, he pushed his hands around her sides, carrying the band of the bra with them. As his hands cupped her large breasts, Merry let the bra slide down her arms and off. For a long moment the huge hands shielded her breasts, and he filled his palms with their warm softness, lifting the heavy masses. Then he pulled his hands away, and Merry's big breasts stood bare and proud, nipples sharply peaked. Daintily she stepped back to her chair and sat down, dropping the bra on the pile of clothing.

The boys lost their undershirts, and the girls their bras. The boys always contrived, as they removed the bras, to rub their hands over the girls' breasts. The least necessary bra was the one worn by Karen Johnson. The tiny mounds of her breasts needed no support. Rosie Brown had been the one who had been chosen by the impartial spin of the bottle. He looked at Karen and boldly gripped the bra between the small, flat cups. She grinned at him, challengingly, and he gave the strip of cloth a twisting wrench that tore the hooks loose from their fastenings, ripping the garment off with one brutal motion.

When Mandy's turn had come, she had turned her back on Mike Kelly, crossing her arms and cupping her hands over her breasts. When the band sprang loose, she turned and faced him, hands holding the garment over her tits. Gently the boy reached out and pulled her hands away, one at a time. As she lowered her head in mock embarrassment, he gently pulled the bra from her tits. His hands returned to them and brushed briefly over the tips, and Mandy lifted her head and stood proudly as the nipples sprang erect.

By this time the boys' shorts barely concealed their erections. Mike's cock stood up, completely bared through the fly of his boxer shorts. Merry's eyes swept the scene, her mouth beginning to water at the barely concealed masculinity of the boys. The last garments awaited removal, and her knees seemed to melt under her as she stepped to give the bottle the spin that would strip her nude. The room was silent now except for the bumping of the spinning bottle. Gradually it slowed and came to rest pointing squarely at Steve Saunders. Merry stepped up to him, moving close, her legs between his. His hands reached for the waistband of her panties, and his thumbs hooked into the cloth at Merry's sides. She stood frozen, arms at her sides, feet slightly apart as she felt her panties slowly being pushed down. Steve worked his hands back and front, easing the material down, first over the swell of her buttocks, then her belly. The first wisps of pubic hair sprang into view as Merry looked down. Steve's hands were shaking as he worked the tight material over the last curves of Merry's ass. For a moment the crotch of the panties stuck to her cunt, then pulled loose as he tugged them down her thighs. He had to bend forward to slide them down her legs, and his face neared her belly. Warm puffs of breath moved over her belly, then his lips pressed briefly on the tender flesh just above her pubic hair as he pushed the panties to her feet. For a moment his hands cupped her ass and he pulled her belly in against his face, burying his tongue in her pubic hair, then he released her. Merry's breathing was ragged as she stepped away from Steve and turned slowly, letting the others see her nudity. She bent gracefully and picked up her panties, flipped them over her shoulder and, casting a coy glance back at Steve, returned to her chair.

As she watched, Mike stepped up to the bottle and gave it a spin. It pointed at Karen and, his erect prick preceding him, he stepped over to the slender girl who was bare but for her panties. Without fanfare she pulled the waistband out over the staff and stripped his shorts from him. His prick bounced free, standing out at a sharp angle from his body.

Polly was next to spin the bottle, her large breasts bobbing as she bent over and gave it a twist. It came to rest pointing at Rosie Brown. The pale-skinned Irish girl stepped in front of the black man, and his hand reached out and got a grip on her green panties. With a steady pull, he dragged them down, the waistband in the back pressing a groove into her fleshy buttocks. As he pulled, she thrust her pelvis toward him, arching her back and spreading her legs, pushing her red bush outward to him in a wanton gesture. His knuckles ground against her cunt as he dragged the panties down. Polly turned her back on him and bent over to pick up the panties. He retaliated for her wantonness by giving her bare fanny a mischievous, but not too hard, swat.

Eddie Enfield stepped up and placed a massive hand on the bottle. The mighty wrench he gave it almost flung it off the table. He stood flexing his muscles as the bottle spun slowly to a halt, then stepped over to Linda, his shorts tented out from his massive erection. Merry's roommate reached out and felt of the huge tool before pulling the front of his waistband toward her to get it over his cock. She wasted little time in exposing the big staff. As she pressed the shorts lower, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the rosy peak of Eddie's prick.

As Eddie sat down, Mandy Lee stepped gracefully up to the bottle. Her dainty hand reached out and spun it quickly. Fred Johnson won the spin, and Mandy stepped over to him as he reached for her. He slipped his hands inside her tiny yellow panties, using his wrists to press the cloth down over her tight little ass, his hands caressing her soft golden flesh from waist to toes as he lowered the little panties. After reaching her feet, he brought his hands back up her legs, thumbs on the inside of her thighs. Before releasing her he let his thumbs glide over her cunt.

Rosie Brown was next. He reached out a black hand and gave the bottle a quick twist. It spun three times and came to rest pointing squarely at the nude Merry. She watched him as he stepped toward her and spread her legs to let him step in close. His cock tented out his shorts, and she reached for the top of them and pulled them out and over the huge black rod. It pointed into her face like a gun barrel. As if hypnotized by its boldness, she leaned forward. Her tongue reached out and, as she lowered his shorts, licked at the head of the mighty organ, tasting the first salty drop poised at its tip. For a moment only, she closed her mouth over the end of the rod, taking its cap in her mouth and sucking at it gently. Then she released it and finished stripping off the last garment he wore. As he stepped away, her eyes never left his huge tool and her hand went to her cunt and she fingered herself.

She was still watching Rosie when Pearl stepped up, the white of her panties blazing against the black of her skin. She gave the bottle a deft twist, then when it stopped, stepped over to Mike Kelly. Mike quickly stripped her panties off, then fingered her cunt for a few moments before letting her step back to her seat.

The pace quickened now, as if all were impatient. Quickly, Fred and Karen spun the bottle and were stripped bare. Steve and Linda, the last two, were equally quick.

Merry took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay. Now only the girls will spin to pick partners. After a man is picked, except for mine, step out of the circle." Her hand reached out and Merry tried to still its shaking as she touched the bottle. It seemed hours before the whirling bottle stopped, its neck boring into Rosie Brown's chest. Merry stepped over and stood next to him.

Polly stepped up and gave the bottle a spin. Perversely, it rotated only two full turns, aiming again at Rosie Brown's black bulk. He stood and put an arm around Merry, welcoming Polly by his other side with his other arm. The three of them stepped out of the circle and Merry lost all interest in the next spins of the bottle as Rosie pulled the two girls tight against his brown body.

His cock stood out boldly between the two girls as they made their way to a space on the floor outside the circle. Merry found herself in a three-way embrace with Polly and Rosie, one breast pressing Polly's breast, the other grinding into Rosie's chest. She kissed Rosie first, then Polly as they sank to the carpet, legs and arms tangling. Merry had captured Rosie's big black cock in her hand and was squeezing and milking at it as Polly kissed his chest and sucked at one of his nipples. Merry remembered the taste of his big prick from moments earlier, and squirmed, lowering her head to his groin. Holding the mighty staff like a lollipop, she began to lick it, tonguing its full length. His juices had begun to flow and smeared his warm hard tool as Merry licked at it, her hands cupping his balls gently. The urge to take his prick into her mouth grew, and Merry hesitantly lowered her mouth over its head, her tongue poking at the tiny slit at its tip, then moving down and massaging its underside. As the urge grew to take more and more of the hot rod into her mouth, sucking and slurping, she pushed it further and further in until she almost gagged. Rosie's hips were moving restlessly now, thrusting the tool up at her as she sucked at it, until finally she had to draw back, fighting for breath. Reluctantly she released her prize, and Rosie drew her up and kissed her, his tongue driving into her mouth. He had the fingers of one hand driven into Polly's red thatch, while his other hand played over the full globes of Merry's ass. Merry broke his kiss, and Polly's slack lips beckoned, demanding attention. Merry brought her own mouth over and began to kiss the Irish girl, tongue probing into the girl's eagerly responding mouth. Soon Merry and Polly were almost oblivious of Rosie, except for the hands each had on his huge cock. Merry bent her head and sought the nipples of Polly's freckled breasts, tonguing the hard little buds as Rosie's fingers again probed into her sex. Lower and lower Merry worked her mouth over the full body of Polly, pausing and sticking her tongue into the girl's navel, then licking a damp trail down her belly and into her crotch, tasting of her pubic hair. She felt Rosie draw his hand away from her crotch, and bent lower, driving her tongue into Polly's snatch, senses boiling with the joy of it. As Merry knelt, she felt someone behind her, something nestling at the lips of her cunt. Merry spread her legs, continuing to eat Polly even as she felt a hard tool beginning to drive into her from behind, thrusting into her tight cunt. Polly was collapsed on her back as Merry knelt between her thighs, mouth working.

As Rosie's hard cock drilled into her, Merry speeded up her licking and tonguing of Polly, seeking and finding the Irish girl's erect clitoris and nipping at it until Polly's juices poured forth and Merry could feel Polly's cunt spasming with joy. As Rosie drove into her, Merry's own joy grew, and she continued to drive Polly to orgasm after orgasm as her own grew near and began to surge over her in wave after wave of pleasure. Merry crested, and, as she did so, she felt Rosie give one more mighty lunge, slamming his cock into her up to the hilt. As she collapsed across Polly from the impact, Merry felt Rosie follow her, his mighty prick jetting wad after wad of hot come into her.

For a moment, Merry lay there as Rosie's prick slowly wilted and slid out of her. Beneath her, Polly was regaining her breath. They rolled over, and Merry found herself sandwiched between Polly and Rosie, their skin warming hers. For a long while all they could do was lie there, breathing. Finally, they untangled from each other and Rosie sprawled on his back. Merry moved over to one side of him, and Polly sat on the other side. Merry's hunger was growing again, but Rosie's limp cock seemed to offer little encouragement. As Polly looked on, Merry tried to bring the limp organ back to life with her fingers, but with no success.

Polly eyed the limp, black penis, and asked thoughtfully, "You don't suppose it's all used up already, do you?"

Merry looked at it. "It sure looks that way."

Polly looked at Merry again, and stated, "Guess we'll have to amuse ourselves for a while."

Merry giggled, then reached out a hand for one of Polly's full breasts and lifted its soft bulk. Polly bent toward her over Rosie's prone body, and the girls began to kiss, their hands working. Merry took both Polly's big breasts in her hands, milking and massaging them. She felt one of Polly's hands at her own tits, the other stroking down her belly, seeking into her pubic hair. Moving carefully, so as not to break contact with Polly, Merry shifted to get Rosie out from between them. As she did so, Merry felt Polly's finger slide into her wet cunt. She swept Polly's mouth with her tongue as her passions began to rise from Polly's poking, probing finger. Their bodies intertwined tightly, and Merry forgot completely about Rosie, who was placidly watching the scene.

Merry's hands began to seek over Polly's body too, and soon she had her finger buried in the girl's red-haired cunt. Merry slipped a second finger into the girl's channel and wiggled both fingers, bringing a whimper of pleasure from Polly. Merry felt hot slippery juices coating her hand as she worked her fingers in and out of Polly's vagina, the heel of her hand grinding Polly's clitoris against the pubic bone. Sensing what to do, Merry slipped her fingers out of Polly's channel and sought the bud of her clitoris and rolled it between her slick fingers. Polly gave a whimper again and broke the kiss, lowering her head toward Merry's crotch. Somehow she got there, and Merry felt her tongue seeking entry to her slit. Merry fell back, lifting and spreading her knees as Polly's tongue worked its way into her. Out of the corner of her eye, Merry saw Rosie watching, his hand beginning to stroke his slowly growing penis.

Merry felt Polly begin to move, turning slowly, bringing her knees up toward Merry's head, turning upside down. As Merry thrilled to Polly's tongue driving into her cunt, she guided Polly's legs over her face. Polly now knelt over Merry, her head at Polly's bush. Merry lifted her head, seeking the opening with her tongue. She stroked her tongue along the slick length of Polly's hot channel, seeking into its depths. Merry's joy was increasing rapidly now as Polly's mouth continued to work at her, sending flashes of pleasure with each stroke into her cunt. Merry began to match the other girl with her tongue, stroke for stroke. Merry's world of vision was restricted to the insides of Polly's thighs, her eager cunt, the cheeks of her ass, and beyond them, the ceiling. Merry's mouth worked happily at the wet flesh, the bristles of Polly's pubic hair grinding into her chin.

A smell that she used to think of as disgusting drew her attention to the ring of Polly's anus, just as Polly's finger brushed past her own. An incredible jolt of pleasure blasted through Merry as the girl's finger probed at her again, then pushed into her. Suddenly the ceiling darkened, and another body moved into view. As Merry felt her anus spreading to Polly's pushing finger, the huge erect prick of Rosie Brown bobbed into view at Polly's ass. Merry's mouth worked and her eyes bugged as the black shaft moved in and down toward her. From where she lay, she could see only that mighty black shaft swinging closer and closer to her. Polly's ass lifted, drew away from Merry's lips, and Merry tilted her head back, looking up the mighty black columns of Rosie's legs. Below his cock hung his balls. Merry's climax began to surge upward as Polly continued to lick at her cunt and probe into her anus with an anxious finger. Rosie's prick moved closer, approaching Polly's ass, reaching between the cheeks. For a moment Merry thought he was going to drive into Polly the same way he had earlier into Merry. Instead, he positioned his prick higher, nestling it against the tight ring of Polly's anus. And, even as Polly was stretching Merry's asshole, his prick pressed against Polly's and began to spread the tight ring open. Eight before Merry's astonished eyes, he began to drive his huge cock up Polly's ass, stretching the ring wider and wider as the head of his tool bore inward. Merry was torn by her building orgasm as she watched Polly being spitted on Rosie's cock.

Polly never ceased her chewing of Merry's eager tissues, nor her boring of a finger into Merry's ass as she herself was cornholed by the big Negro. To Merry's surprise, Polly drove her ass back against the black shaft, countering every thrust, trying to take more and more of it into her. As Merry watched, inch after inch was rammed into Polly's anus, until Rosie began to stroke slowly and thickly in and out of the small channel. His strokes lasted only seconds, and Merry saw his balls tense up against the base of his cock and then, with a final thrust, he blasted jolt after jolt of hot sperm into Polly's ass. The sight was all it took to bring Merry's own climax crashing down around her, while Polly herself was racked with a series of contractions that brought her mouth shuddering to a halt on Merry's cunt. Polly's knees collapsed, and Merry's face was buried under Polly's dripping cunt, with Rosie's cock pressing her forehead. Merry managed to breathe by twisting her head lower, burying her nose in Polly's cunt to free her mouth. So shattered was Merry by her own orgasm, she didn't even realize she had done it.

Long minutes later Merry came around to find bodies sprawled about her. She was again sandwiched between Polly and Rosie. Polly's dripping cunt was inches from Merry's face, while Rosie's face nestled between the cheeks of Merry's ass. Polly's head was clamped between Merry's thighs, and her warm breath puffed over Merry's pubic hairs. Moving gently, Merry untangled herself and sat up. Looking around the room, she decided her entertainment had been a total success. No one had wound up with their usual date, and the tangle of bodies was astonishing. Muscles protesting, Merry stood up slowly. Charlie Canfield was sprawled on one couch, splatters of dampness marring his white robe, his limp cock still clutched in one hand. Merry smiled, remembering her own self-induced orgasms, as she stepped over to the bar for a glass of sherry. As she sipped it, Linda stepped over after freeing herself from Eddie Enfield's huge bulk.

Linda selected a glass and poured some sherry. "Whew! I'd say your entertainment was more than a little successful."

Merry sipped her drink. "I enjoyed it, anyway."

As they stood there chatting, the others slowly began to stir, and Charlie roused himself enough to take over bar chores again. Gradually order began to emerge from the chaos, and people sought out their scattered clothes. Polly was still dressing when Linda called the meeting to order again.

"Okay, as for next week. Entertainment will be Charlie's initiation. Eddie and Mandy have refreshments."

Merry collapsed into bed and was asleep in less than five minutes after returning to the apartment.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Friday found Merry fidgeting mightily. For the first time since their bitter breakup, she was going out with John again. From a distance she had seen some changes sweep over him, changes she wasn't sure she liked. His membership in the Radical Students League didn't bother her too much, she had never been interested in politics anyway. She had a vague knowledge of the League, but no particular feelings about it one way or the other. More disturbing were the changes in his personality. The beard was only a symptom, and probably meant little. There had been a bitterness beginning to show, however, which did bother Merry.

Just as she was checking the wave of her hair, the doorbell rang and she hurried to answer it. Linda and Steve had gone out already, off on one of their cultural kicks, Merry supposed. She opened the door, and greeted John.

"Hi, Mer!" he said, stepping into the apartment. "Ready to go?"

Merry found herself resenting his brusqueness. "Just about. I'll be right with you." She bustled about, gathering up her purse after pulling on her coat with his help. "Where are we going?" she asked, locking the door behind her.

John shrugged. "I thought we'd get a bite of dinner at the Rex, then just see what crops up."

Merry could guess what would crop up, but this time she was not afraid. She matched his pace as they walked out to his car. As usual, his driving style was quick and easy, and in a few minutes they pulled in at the same roadhouse they had been at on their last date. It was early, and the crowd was minimal as they took their seats. Merry settled for her usual ginger ale before dinner, but John flashed a forged drivers' license and obtained a Scotch and soda. Merry cocked an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. False I.D. cards were not unusual around the college, and Merry did not disapprove of drinking. But this was the first time she had known John to pull such a stunt.

Conversation drifted quietly between them during dinner, touching on nothing more than the usual campus gossip. It was rumored that Professor Wolfe was resigning from the faculty under suspicious circumstances, but little was known about it. John seemed to be glad, not because of the professor's less than savory reputation, but because of his opposition to the Radical Students League.

"Why shouldn't he oppose the League?" Merry asked.

John was working on his third drink following dinner. "He's a rotten member of the establishment, and the school will be better off without him."

"Oh." Merry sought to change the subject. "Hey, let's dance."

"Sure." John pushed his drink away and stood up.

Out on the dance floor, Merry let herself drift in close to John during the slow music. Once again, she thought, it was nice to be in John's arms. She felt them close about her, pulling her to him tightly. She didn't pull back or flinch as he pressed her pelvis in tight against him. Instead, she let the instincts freed in the last weeks take over, melting her against him. Her senses flamed with a low heat at his closeness, and she could feel the bulge her nearness was creating at his groin.

"Let's get out of here," John said, his voice warm in her ear as the music drew to a close.

Merry nodded, beginning to feel excited. She pulled her coat on as John watched, then followed him out the door to the car. As she pressed against him, he fired up the engine and guided the car out of the lot. He didn't say anything as they headed back toward town.

Merry snuggled against him and asked, "Where are we headed?"

"Back to my place," John replied. "My roommate's out of town for the weekend. He left this afternoon."

"Oh," Merry replied. She hardly knew John's roommate, a quiet, studious boy.

Soon John pulled up in his parking space. He held the door for Merry on the way into the apartment house, then unlocked the door to his apartment. The light switch by the door produced only a dull red glow from the ceiling light and Merry looked around uncertainly as she shucked off her coat. The closet caught her eye and she hung her coat up as John went past her into the room after dropping his coat on a chair by the door. He fiddled with a stereo, and strange, melodic music began to stream through the room.

"Come on in and sit down," John said, beckoning to her.

Hesitantly, Merry stepped into the room and looked about her. The walls were plastered with posters and stolen "No Parking" signs. Above the mantel of a false fireplace glowered a huge portrait she recognized as Che Guevara.

"Care for one?" John asked, holding out a strange twisted-looking cigarette.

Merry shook her head. "No thanks, I don't smoke."

John lit up and took a deep drag. "I know. This isn't tobacco."

Merry's nose wrinkled at the aroma of burning hay "Oh, it's pot."

John took another deep drag. "That's right. Acapulco Gold, the best."

Merry sank down on the couch. "You've changed things around."

"Just a bit," John replied.

"It's nice." Merry tried to keep the conversation flowing.

"It's all right." John sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "You're a good kid, you know?"

Merry did not know how to take this, and remained silent. As he dragged on the reefer, she felt his hand stroking her sweater-clad shoulder. The smell of the marijuana made her nose itch. Finally, he carefully stubbed out the weed and began to pay more attention to her, turning her head toward him for a long deep kiss. He tasted of smoke and Scotch as his tongue poked into her mouth. Merry felt herself responding, warming, and wrapped her arms about him. She felt his fingers at her sweater and leaned back to let a demanding hand seek out her breast and squeeze and milk it.

"Let's get out of these clothes." His voice in her ear startled her. Usually he had wanted to undress her. This time he stepped away from her and she watched as he began to remove his clothes.

Hesitantly, Merry stood up and fumbled at her buttons, surprised. He was much quicker than she was, and was soon nude. His spare frame was bony, she noticed. Her eyes went to the prick she had felt once but never seen. It stood up rock-hard from his crotch, its rosy head gleaming softly in the red light from the ceiling. Merry's fingers fumbled at her back and she unhooked her bra, her large breasts spilling out. She felt his eyes burning into her as she put the bra over the back of a nearby chair, then reached for her panties. Quickly, she rolled them down from her waist and pushed them down her legs. After picking them up and placing them over the chair, she turned to face John..

His eyes raked over her. "Not bad, not bad at all. I don't know what you've been doing for the last five weeks, but it's been worth it."

Merry shivered under his gaze, then sank down next to him on the couch. His arm went around her shoulders and his hand sought out a breast, hefting and weighing the full mass of it. His thumb pressed and brushed at her nipple, making it harden briskly. As he worked at her breast, she fumbled toward his cock and wrapped her hand around it. Its length was hard and hot in her hand, and he bent his head to kiss her. His lips were hard and demanding, and he moved his hand from her breast to her crotch, his finger seeking her slit greedily. Before she was really ready, it was boring into her channel. The friction was painful rather than pleasant as he pushed it into her. She tried to slow him by closing her legs, but he ignored her motions.

Even as she was just starting to warm toward him, she felt him pushing her down on the couch. Confused and aggravated, but tin willing to frustrate him again, she let herself be guided down, let her legs move up onto the couch. Quickly he knelt between her open thighs and guided his cock into her with his hand. "Slow down," she pleaded as he began to thrust into her, but he ignored her plea. Too soon he was jamming his hard cock into her dry channel. She lay back and tried to twist and turn to ease the pain, but he drove onward, backing out only enough to gain strength for another thrust. Anxious now, he pounded into her farther and farther, until finally he gained full depth, his balls swinging up against her ass with each stroke. As he pumped, Merry felt herself beginning to warm in that wonderful, welcome way. But suddenly he was jerking and spouting even as she was just feeling the first hesitant flames of her own orgasm. With a final jolt he slammed up into her, jamming his spouting cock up to the hilt and collapsing against her.

Merry writhed with frustration as his prick slowly wilted and withdrew from her depths. For a few minutes he panted in her ear with exhaustion, then he began to pull out despite her efforts to keep him buried in her unsatisfied cunt.

"God, that was good," he murmured as he pulled out and slipped away from her clutching arms. "You're a good fuck, Merry, you know that?"

Merry looked up at him as if he were a stranger, tears beginning to cloud her eyes and asked him, "Is that all there is?"

John, lighting another reefer, answered, "Yeah, well isn't it enough? I mean, like what more do you want?"

Merry found herself weeping with frustration as she asked, "What more do I want? Don't you care if I'm satisfied?"

"Baby, if that didn't satisfy you, you don't know what's good," John replied arrogantly. "It's not my fault that you're so strung out by your upbringing you don't know how to make it."

Merry stumbled to her feet. "I think I'd better be leaving." She reached for her clothes, but John grabbed her arm.

"What do you mean? We have all night ahead of us," he said.

Merry looked him straight in the eye, sure of herself now, and spat out, "You may have all night ahead of you, but it won't be with me! Now you let go of my arm!"

John was about to resist until he saw the fury in her blue eyes, and said, "Okay, hey, it was just a joke, huh? Stick around for a drink."

Merry was dressing with shaky fingers. "No, thank you. I don't think we need to have anything more to do with each other."

"What do you mean?" John asked, startled.

Merry zipped up her skirt. "Just what I said. I can't see any reason for us to see each other again."

John was startled and angry. "That's just like you. I finally break down your stupid inhibitions and give you what you really need, and then you take off. Is that all I mean to you? Just a quick lay, and then you scoot?"

Merry finished putting on her sweater and stepped into her shoes. "Call it what you want to. Judging by this evening, that's all I mean to you." She pulled on her coat. "Good by, John."

Without looking back she opened the door and walked out and slammed the door behind her. Angry, frustrated and half crying she hurried out of the building, and, somehow, managed to turn in the right direction to head for her own apartment. Her tears began to pour out as she ran, blinding her as she darted around a corner and slammed into someone.

Charlie Canfield's hesitant voice cut through her misery and she jerked to a halt in his grasp. "What's wrong?" he asked.

For a moment she tried to gain control of herself, then collapsed against his shoulder, bawling. He guided her to a bench, and when she regained control, she was grateful for Charlie's silent understanding. She sniffled, shaking her head and blowing her nose. "I'm sorry, Charlie. Really, it's nothing."

"Well, if you say so," Charlie said.

Merry put a tender hand on his shoulder. "Really. It's just that I just learned something about someone that I should have known long ago, and it's a shock." She looked at Charlie, really seeing him for the first time and exclaimed, "Hey, tomorrow's your initiation."

Charlie blushed. "Yeah, and I wish I knew what to expect."

Merry wiped away the last of her tears. "Believe me, I wish I could tell you, but I can't. It's better as a surprise anyway. I will tell you one thing," Merry said, her cunt still hungry from John's impatient screwing. "You'll be asked who you want. You ask for me at that point, and I'll do the rest. Okay?"

Charlie nodded his head and said dubiously, "I guess so. Do you really think I'll do all right?"

Merry nodded. "All you have to do is let us do the doing."

"Well, all right." Charlie stood up. "Can I walk you home?" Merry stood up, too. "I'd like that, Charlie, thank you." She left him at the door and stepped inside.

"Hi, Merry, that you?" Linda asked from the bedroom, where the only light was showing.

"Yeah." Merry hung up her coat and stepped into the bedroom. "Oops, sorry," she said, and started to step out, having caught sight of Steve sprawled nude by Linda.

Linda waved a hand. "Come on in, we're just lying here. He says he's too pooped to pop."

Steve slapped Linda's fanny. "You got me that way, wench."

Linda sat up and glared at him in mock anger before turning to Merry, who was taking a seat on her bed. "Hey, how come you're back so soon? I thought your session with John would last all night, that's why Steve's here."

Merry made a face and said, "That's the last time I'll see that creep." She told them what had happened. "I'll tell you one thing, it's a good thing you're pooped out, Steve, or Linda'd lose you for the night. Tomorrow at that meeting, by God, I'll screw the balls off the first guy I get a chance at."

Linda's smile was knowing as she said, "I think at the beginning I told you you might not want John when we got done with you."

Merry turned away. "Yeah, well you were right. I'm going to save all the heat he built up in me tonight, and then I'll really go tomorrow night. Just watch my smoke."

Steve yawned. "Yeah, well right now all I can see is that big, soft pillow. I'm going to sleep, if you don't mind."

The question in Linda's eyes for Merry was obvious, and Merry indicated she would be happy to sleep in the living room. Three could sometimes be a crowd. She gathered up her pillow and a blanket and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Steve had already fallen to sleep. Merry flopped wearily down on the couch and was soon fast asleep.

The morning sun woke her, and she was the first out to the kitchen. By the time the coffee was perking, Linda appeared from the bedroom, eyes still full of sleep. "Good morning," Merry greeted her. "Is sleeping beauty still there?"

"Uh-huh," Linda said, bleary-eyed as she poured some orange juice. "But it turned out he wasn't quite as pooped as he thought. God, I'm sore! I hope I'll be ready for tonight."

Merry giggled suggestively. "Well, you just watch it. If you can't handle Steve tonight, I just might."

Linda gulped down her orange juice. "I just may take you up on that." Linda poured two cups of coffee and another glass of juice and disappeared back into the bedroom. Merry thought of fixing breakfast for them, but decided not to when she heard the bed springs begin to squeak. Steve seemed to have quite a capacity for sex.

The thought made Merry recall her initiation and the first time a man's cock had been driven into her. It had been Steve's, and while his was one of the smaller staffs of the club members, it had given her her first real taste of sex. She felt that deep itch building down inside her belly again as she remembered her initiation. Her date with John had left Merry dissatisfied and frustrated, and the demand for sex was stronger than ever in her. As she worked in the kitchen, she found herself pressing her crotch against any handy projection, further building the itch rather than lessening it. Linda's muffled whines of pleasure built Merry's passion further, and she started to look around her for a means of satisfaction.

A candle caught her eye, and she reached for it, spreading back the sides of her robe to bare her crotch. Her seeking fingers found her oozing slit as she leaned back against the counter. Arching her pelvis upward she looked down over her belly, just able to see the furred mound of her sex, her fingers prying into it and spreading the lips. Slowly she worked the wax bulk of the candle into her cunt, twisting and levering it to grant herself the most sensation. As she worked it deeper and deeper into herself, she remembered suddenly the sight of Rosie Brown's huge black cock being driven into Polly's willing ass, and, at the same time, the feeling of Polly's finger driving into her own ass. Tentatively, Merry probed her own ass with a hesitant finger, seeking the tight ring of her anus. Her first touch at it, with the candle driven full into her, sent a jolt of fire through her. By using both hands, one on the candle and the other at her anus, Merry suddenly sent herself rocketing over the top, her juices pouring down over the candle and onto her fingers. The index finger of her hand had barely penetrated her tight little anus, and, as her orgasm subsided, Merry wondered how much she would be able to take. Thrilling to the feeling, she worked another finger into the opening, stretching the muscle more. A third finger was all she could manage, the feeling of stretching becoming one of pain. She was near another orgasm now, and she pumped the candle and rapidly crested for a second time, feeling her cunt spasm hungrily around the unresponsive rod of wax. She let her fingers slip out of her tight anus and withdrew the candle.

Rearranging her robe, she was just finishing washing up when Steve wandered out of the bedroom, wrapped in Linda's frilly robe. He gave Merry a peck on the cheek and rummaged for some food before disappearing back into the bedroom. Merry sighed and turned to her studying to make the time until evening pass more quickly.

"God, I'm sore," Linda reported as the three of them headed for the clubhouse in Steve's car.

"Oh, oh," Steve commented. "Not too sore for tonight, are you?"

Merry spoke up. "Don't you worry, Steve. If she rejects you, you just come right over to little Merry. She'll take care of you."

"I'll remember that," Steve replied. "Well, here we are."

They piled out of the car and went in the front door. The doors to the dining area were closed, and Merry wondered how Charlie was standing up to the suspense and the preparations. She had no trouble recalling her own nervousness. The bar beckoned, and Merry decided that a glass of wine would warm her insides after the cold outdoors.

Polly and Mike were the last to arrive, arguing as usual. Karen clapped her hands for attention after everyone had sipped at least one drink and eaten their fill of the snacks set out. "Okay, everybody. Charlie's almost ready, so let's get to our places and get these clothes off."

As Merry stripped and put her clothes in the closet with the others, she noticed there was no coyness or hesitancy to the stripping this week. Instead, everyone was businesslike and placid, and the men's cocks lay limp and as yet unexcited by the nudity. Merry took a seat next to Steve on one of the side couches just as Karen was dimming the room lights. In seconds the couches were in darkness and the area in the center was brightly spotlighted. Merry shivered with expectancy as the doors were rolled back and Fred wheeled out the same cross she herself had been bound to.

Charlie blinked as he was wheeled into the strong light, trying to see into the shadows. Fred stepped up beside the candidate and intoned the same ritual opening Merry had been introduced with. Fred's pause for words of protest at Charlie's candidacy was perfunctory, and he continued on. To her surprise, Merry found herself speaking as easily as the others, praising Charlie's slender frame. Spreadeagled on the rack, his wiry muscles were stretched by his position. Anything but prone to overweight, his ribs were visible as curving shadows. His chest had a light coating of curling brown hair. His belly was flat, with the ripples of muscle barely visible. As the praise went on, his cock began to stir with excitement, his self-consciousness fading slowly. Merry's eyes were fastened on his instrument. Unexcited, it was unimpressive, a limp cylinder of flesh. As his excitement grew, however, it began to rise and swell as blood filled its tissues. As it lengthened, the foreskin rolled slowly back from the head, slowly exposing the rosy crown.

Merry found her mouth watering as the object of her fascination grew and lengthened. The brown bush of neatly combed pubic hair contrasted sharply with the untanned paleness of his shaft and belly. Along with the others she stood and approached the bound figure. Her gentle fingers reached out and stroked his cheek, and she looked reassuringly into his serious brown eyes, offering encouragement. Seemingly relieved, his eyes closed and Merry knew he was savoring the brushings and caresses of the members of his naked skin. Merry brushed her fingers over his cheek and ear, then down the slope of his neck and over his shoulder. She brushed her fingers around his arm, and let them steal into his armpit, tickling the soft feathery hair she found there, her own senses thrilling with the feeling.

From the corner of her eye, Merry could see the other members touching and feeling Charlie's slender body. Linda had knelt almost in homage before the boy, her fingers playing a feathery symphony over his huge tool. Merry thrilled to the size of that massive organ. On Charlie's body, it looked to be as large as Eddie Enfield's huge cock. Merry noticed that the other men in the club were not hanging back from Charlie. Their fingers, too, were brushing his skin, and their own cocks were beginning to stir with excitement.

At Fred's suggestion, Merry bent and let her tongue follow the route taken by her fingers earlier. Charlie smelled masculine and tasted clean and exciting to her. She let her mouth taste of the salt of his sweat, running her tongue freely over his surprisingly soft skin. In front of Charlie Merry could see Linda. She held his cock reverently, and let her tongue sweep over its ivory length from base to tip. Merry hoped her roommate was being careful not to bring Charlie to an orgasm, as she was looking forward to driving herself onto that staff.

Merry's own juices were flowing with excitement now, as . Fred tipped the cross backward, turning Charlie horizontal. Merry bent and followed the line of Charlie's shoulder down, licking and nipping at it, then working over to one of his nipples, where she licked and nipped, making it stiffen slightly.

She heard Fred speaking to Charlie, asking whom Charlie wanted and what he wanted. Charlie's voice was harsh. "I want Merry to fuck me."

Merry's senses boiled as she stood and stepped down toward Charlie's distended prick. The table was low, and Merry stepped over Charlie and straddled him. Her voice hissed, and she reached for his cock. "I want you, Charlie. What do you want me to do?"

She fingered his excited cock gently, listening to Charlie as he cried, "Stick it in, oh, God, fuck me!"

Merry nestled the big tool at the entrance to her channel and tantalizingly lowered herself onto it. It felt larger even than Eddie's had as she worked it into her body, bit by bit, stroking slowly onto it. She looked down and watched as she slowly drove it up into her belly, bending her knees and lowering herself on it with slow vertical strokes. Inch by inch it slid in, filling her gut with its welcome bulk, stretching her channel wide. Her mouth dropped open and she began to gasp as she pistoned the shaft deeper and deeper, until finally it was locked completely in her, its tip just pressing the end of her channel. Their bones pressed together, their pubic hair meshed tightly. She drew upward slowly, bringing a gasp from both her lips and Charlie's, then drove downward again. She leaned forward, bracing her arms at each side of Charlie's body, hanging her head down, her long blonde hair descending in a cloud around her face and brushing Charlie's chest. Harder and harder Merry pounded onto Charlie until she felt her orgasm building rapidly and her hips began to twist and roll of their own volition. With a final mighty stroke she jammed herself downward, driving his prick up into her with one mighty, incredible thrust. As she collapsed over Charlie's chest she felt him spouting mightily into her greedy sucking channel. Shudders racked her body as she lay there, feeling his last jerking spurts. Gratefully, she kissed his neck and shoulders, and felt him doing the same to her. She struggled erect and looked about her. She had forgotten for a moment whose initiation it really was.

Reluctantly she let someone help her off of Charlie, feeling his shrinking cock slide from inside her. Willing hands released his bonds and helped him up and over to a couch, where he stretched out in exhaustion, a satisfied smile on his face. Merry stepped over to the bar and got two glasses of sherry and took one of them to him, then stepped away as he lay there, eyes closed, sipping gratefully at the welcome drink.

Merry accepted the compliments of the others at her initiation of Charlie. Her thighs were wet with a mingling of her juices and his, and the sherry added a welcome warmth to her belly.

A few minutes later, Charlie seemed to have recovered enough to welcome some company, and Merry stepped over and sat at his side on the couch. She looked at him happily. "Welcome to the club. Tonight we are all your slaves to do with as you wish."

Charlie shook his head wearily. "Wow! I don't think I can move right now. I'm drained." Merry looked down at his limp cock. "Oh, I don't know about that."

Charlie shook his head. "Believe me, I'd love to go around with you again, but I'm too pooped to pop."

Merry looked around her. The others, satisfied with the initiation, were beginning to amuse themselves. Mandy Lee was welcoming Eddie Enfield's cock into her cunt, and the other couples were scattered around the room. Merry turned back to Charlie, eyes twinkling and said, "I'll bet I can get a rise out of you again."

Charlie shook his head. "You're welcome to try, but I just don't think it's possible."

Merry looked again at his cock, and let gentle fingers touch it. It was sticky from drying juices, and Merry let her fingers tease the limp shaft. It seemed to stir slightly as she rolled it gently and let her fingers brush his balls. Encouraged, she knelt over it and took its limp length into her warm mouth, sucking and fondling it with her tongue. A new surge of life began to come into it, and she redoubled her efforts, pushing the foreskin back with the tip of her tongue to stimulate the head of the shaft. The mingling of their juices on it tasted sweet in her mouth and she felt it grow bolder and larger as she worked it with her tongue.

Charlie let his head roll with pleasure. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

His cock grew rapidly in her mouth now, and Merry sucked harder and harder on it, drawing it upward. As it grew she was getting less and less of it into her mouth. She twisted and turned, trying to take more of it. Slurping at it eagerly, she pumped her head over it, driving the huge warm bulk to the back of her mouth, even down her throat as she tried to get all of it into her mouth. Her fingers were seeking around Charlie's rolling ass as she pumped further and further onto his cock. Her finger brushed at his anus, and she smiled at the jerk of pleasure it brought from him. His hips were rocking now, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Merry felt her own juices flowing with excitement as she took him into her, at the same time boring into his anus with one finger. Suddenly she felt the first quivering of his balls as they tensed up, and she readied herself for the explosion. Suddenly it was upon him, streams of hot semen jetting into the back of her throat, making her swallow desperately to keep from choking. Gout after gout blasted into her pumping mouth, pouring down her throat and out around the shaft where her lips closed around it. She sucked down the last dying spurts of come gratefully, as her own orgasm died slowly in her loins. Her finger slid from his anus as she leaned back and collapsed on the floor next to him. She licked at the remaining drops of his semen around her mouth like a cat cleaning itself. The smell of his sex covered her, and she loved it, but her own cunt was already crying for another filling. After years of denial her appetite for hot cock was almost insatiable, and Charlie's wilted tool offered little chance for happiness.

Merry looked around the room, hoping for a chance for more. For the first time in the evening, Merry noticed that Karen was not participating, probably because of her menstrual period. The aristocratic girl was sitting cuddled in Fred's arms, one hand slowly pumping on his erect cock. Merry stood and stepped over to where they sat, and sank down next to them.

"Hi, Merry," Karen greeted her. "That was some performance."

"Thanks," Merry said. "Believe me, it was a labor of love." She looked down at Fred's cock. "Looks like you could use some action."

Fred allowed as how he could.

Merry approached the topic boldly, saying, "Well, I'm hot as a pistol tonight. Do you mind, Karen?"

Karen shook her head. "Be my guest. This is just my lucky night for frustration, and you can't seem to get enough tonight."

Merry's hand was already taking over from Karen's. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but all I want is cock and more cock in me tonight. I'd take the men on all at once if I could."

Karen stood up. "That would be something to see. Well, go to it, you two. I've got to hit the john."

Merry hardly noticed her departure, already engulfed in a deep kiss with Fred. He tasted different from Charlie, but she couldn't have said how. Her hand was wrapped about his hard, hot, eager prick. She felt his fingers trace a path up her bare thighs, and she spread her legs, welcoming his touch at her cunt. Her hair was still dripping from her session with Charlie, and his fingers quickly found the route to her core, setting the coals there to a full blaze quickly.

Fred was quickly ready, and Merry pushed him down on his back on the couch and slipped his hot dick into her. She moved slowly, trying to prolong the incredible pleasure, trying to keep him from coming for as long as possible.

Fred sensed what she wanted to do, and guided her movements so as to forestall his own climax. His hands gripped her waist as she lay on top of him, her thighs straddling his, her legs stretched out.

Merry let herself be rocked slowly on his belly by his hands on her. She let her eyes close and concentrated just on the joyous sensation of his cock sliding slowly in and out of her cunt, the feeling of her clitoris being rolled between their bones. Warm flames were burning in her belly from the slow friction.

Suddenly there was another body on the couch with them, and Merry felt a weight pressing on her back. She turned her head and opened her mouth for a kiss from whomever was there. Somehow she knew that it was Steve sandwiching her against Fred. The increased pressure of his weight ground her more tightly against the boy under her, increasing her pleasure immensely and she moaned happily under the weight. A hard mass was poking at the very base of her ass, and Steve's hands were reaching under her chest for her breasts, massaging and squeezing the fleshy masses. The hot rod at her buttocks stiffened and grew, prying between the cheeks of her ass as it did so. Merry squirmed eagerly between the two men, and she felt Steve's cock at her anus, pressing slowly at the hard ring of muscle, sending a jolt of heat through her.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "do it, oh, God, do it!" She tried to encourage Steve to drive further into her, and felt him respond, pressing his cock down into her. Her muscle resisted, then began to yield to Steve's cock. Merry strove to let her anus admit the hot demanding bulk. She felt Steve shift to get more thrusting power, and braced herself to let him slide in. For a moment he stopped, then backed out. Seconds later he was back, pressing and gaining a fraction of an inch at a time. Merry almost forgot Fred's cock buried in her cunt until she felt him moving again. Then she didn't know which to concentrate on. Steve's big prick was stretching at her anus, driving up her rectum inch by inch, and Fred's cock was slipping in and out of her cunt. As Steve gained ground, Merry became delirious.

Two hot cocks were plunging into her eager, willing body, and she wanted more and more of both. The men began to piston in and out of her desperate channels, and Merry felt her orgasm cresting once, then again and again until everything but those incredible driving pricks was pushed out of her mind. The men quickened their strokes, keeping in time, squeezing that narrow layer of flesh separating her two holes. Suddenly Fred changed his rhythm so that he was out of phase with Steve, slipping out as the man on top drove in, then driving in as Steve pulled out. The rolling friction this built up sent Merry to a new wave of pleasure and suddenly she felt both men drive full into her at the same time and climax, rocketing blistering jets of hot semen into her simultaneously. Her own orgasm blasted consciousness from her mind for long minutes. As the last flickers of sensation slowly died away, she fainted.

She awoke to find Steve and Fred bending worriedly over her.

Steve mopped her perspiring brow with a damp cloth, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Merry's ears were still ringing with joy. "Oh, boy, am I ever all right!" She looked up and laughed at the almost comical expressions of relief on their faces. She reached up and hooked their necks with her arms, pulling them down against her, planting happy kisses on both of them. For the first time in her life she felt completely satisfied.

She was the last one dressed and, after the meeting she looked around the big room, happily anticipating the many joyous weekends of Merrymaking to come.

THE END
Merry Makes The Club ....(93k)    by Duncan Fox




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