When Larry Spenser agreed to work for Brad and Liz he had no idea what his duties as 'handyman' would entail ... and when he found out it was too late to quit.
Arriving at his new employers' home in an exclusive section of southern California, Larry was impressed with the friendliness of the couple ... They in turn, were impressed with the friendliness of Larry, especially the way his body reacted to being touched.
And touched it was ... by Liz ... by Brad ... by their friends ... and friends of their friends.
Larry was not one to deny himself a good piece of cunt when it was thrown in his face, but when the cunt abused him and virtually made a prisoner of him, then it was something else.
Read about Larry's adventure into the scene of the sickies of southern California ... after all, he almost didn't live to write it.
CHAPTER ONE
Fuck A Dyke
I suppose everybody's smarter with the benefit of hindsight.
Now that I look back on it all, I know that I really shouldn't have taken the job. It wasn't that I needed the money because for once I was loaded, after having spent two glorious weeks at the Ambassador with a middle-aged librarian about a month before.
No ... wait ... I got to stop here, before I go any further. Got to tell you about this woman. This librarian. It's a thing with me, sometimes ... I just can't bear to skip over a good roll in the hay without filling in on all the details.
Her name was Evelyn.
And behind those glasses, she was one hell of a piece of ass....
I was sitting in a bar, nursing a couple of beers along when I spotted her. Actually, even at the time, I realized that she might have been sitting there for days, for all I knew. I'd been too involved with my own thoughts to notice.
But when I got a load of that gorgeous, red shining hair and those two beautiful tits, sticking straight out in front of her, let me tell you that I noticed ... and noticed fast.
Usually, I would have gone right over and made the play ... you know, big smile, smart talk and all that jazz. But something stopped me. Something instinctive. And as it turned out, my instincts were right.
Out of the comer of my eye, I studied her. She wasn't just another run of the mill chick that hangs around the bars, looking for men. There was something about her ... call it class, maybe ... which was completely different. She possessed that something that set her apart from the ordinary women.
For starters, she was drinking white wine.
I crooked my finger in the bartender's direction, slipped him a buck and asked him what he knew about the quiet one in the comer.
He shrugged his big shoulders, and his face registered a blank.
"Beats me, Mac," he told me. "Never saw her in the joint before. Looks like a loner."
I was inclined to believe him ... but a familiar aching in my crotch would not let me drop the matter without at least trying to score.
"What do you think," I went on, keeping my voice soft enough so as not to be overheard, "Think I might try to send a drink down her way?"
Again, the shrug and the blank stare. "Suppose it couldn't hurt if you can afford to waste the price of what she's guzzling."
"Guzzling?" I echoed, suddenly hopeful but not quite sure why.
"Yep. She's been puttin' that stuff away like it's water for about two hours. The chick's got problems."
"Send one down to her on me."
There was no doubt of it now. I felt definitely encouraged. Like the barkeep said, she had problems. And people with problems like to share.
What the hell ... talking's a start, isn't it?
The big man poured a fresh glass of wine and brought it down to the redhead's end of the room. At first, she looked surprised. Then, gazing in my direction, her expression turned clearly to suspiciousness.
I saw my opening ... and I took advantage of it.
Smiling politely, I slid off my stool and strolled down toward the redhead. I would have felt a hell of a lot more confident if she'd met my smile with one of her own ... or given me any kind of encouragement, for that matter.
All she did was look at me ... right in the eye ... without flinching. And that's enough to make a guy unsure of himself.
But, like I said ... I was feeling horny.
"Hi," I greeted her when I was close.
She nodded. That's all.
"May I sit down?" My voice must have betrayed some of the discomfort I felt.
"Do what you want."
That tone of voice of hers told me something ... but I wasn't about to quit just yet.
"I suppose I ought to thank you for the drink," she went on, reaching into her purse for a cigarette.
I whipped out a pack of matches and made like a gentleman.
She dragged deeply, then stared me square in the eye again. "You better know right now," she said, " If you think a drink entitles you to throw me in bed, you're sorely mistaken."
There was nothing I could say. I mean, she's really zapped me between the eyes. So I shut my mouth.
That amused her. Her lips turned up into a half-smile. "Got your number, right?" she said, with a note of triumph coloring her voice.
I shrugged. "You're a good looking girl. What can I say?"
She raised an eyebrow. "This 'girl' as you put it, is thirty-two years old."
"More experienced," I cracked, hopefully. "Hardly," she answered, almost snarling. "Oh, what the hell, you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth, anyhow."
"Try me," I challenged, realizing that she was, like the bartender had implied, at least half drunk. And often, women in that condition, start out by saying no and meaning yes.
She laughed. The high-pitched sound of too much alcohol, probably on an empty stomach. "It's all kind of silly, really," she said. "I mean, I hardly know you at all...."
"Then you don't have a thing to worry about. Strangers won't tell your friends."
Her face turned solemn ... and I knew she was about to confide something very mysterious. "I'm a virgin," she whispered.
My face gave me away.
"You don't believe me?"
"Well...."
"It's true," she insisted. "All you guys can think about is sex."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I've never been to bed with a man."
"At thirty-two? Such a good looking doll ... I find that hard to believe!"
"Don't give me that crap," she snarled. "I've heard all those lines from Carol."
I responded in the obvious way. "Who's Carol?"
"My lover ... excuse me, my ex-lover."
In a second, all the pieces fit into place. Why die said she wasn't going to bed with me. Why she said she was a virgin. And why she was getting herself crocked.
The challenge turned me on real strong.
"Why knock something if you haven't tried it," I asked her.
"Like what?"
"Like men." I realized that the booze was making her a little slow on the uptake, now.
"You guys think you're all so damned special," she complained. "Just because you've got that thing dangling between your legs. Did it ever occur to you that maybe women want other things?"
"Like a tongue up the pussy?" I couldn't help grinning, knowing that I'd struck pay dirt.
She tried not to look as though my remark had affected her ... but she wasn't quick enough.
"How long has it been since you and your girlfriend broke up," I asked.
"Three weeks," she sounded glum.
"Been getting much?"
"Nothing at all."
"Interested in changing that situation?" Now I was the one who was staring her straight in the eye.
To make a long story short ... and to get on to the good part ... I finally managed to talk Evelyn into giving men a try. One man in particular. Namely, me.
She didn't want to bring me back to her place, and since she offered to pay for the cost of a hotel, I made no objections.
As we rode up the elevator to our room, I went over all the things in my head that dykes were supposed to do together in bed. I wanted to turn this woman on strong. So strong, that she would let me fuck her, the normal way.
When we were safe with the door locked behind us, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her full on the mouth. Whatever ideas or fears she may have had about men sure didn't show then. Just the contact of body against body was enough to get to her.
She parted her lips and moved in real close, crushing her tits against my chest. I filled her mouth with my tongue and slid my hands down to cup her behind. A luscious handful, let me tell you!
When I was feeling the full effect of a throbbing hard on, I reached between our bodies and cupped her tits in my palms. Even through the material of the clothing she wore, I could feel her nipples, hard and stiff.
The liquor she'd been drinking was working as my ally. This girl was going to get herself plowed.
I eased her over to the huge double bed and we lay down together, side by side. Cradling Evelyn in one arm, I reached down until I found the hem of her skirt. Then I inched my fingers up underneath.
When I reached the top of her nylons, the flesh there was warm and silken to the touch. I toyed with her, running my fingertips up to the lacey edge of her panties, then back down.
She started to breathe real hard, and the odor of hot pussy filled my nostrils. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. And I was more than delighted to give it to her.
I cupped my hand to the contour of her body and started to gently massage her twat through the sheer material of her panties. Immediately, the crotch of her undergarment was warm and damp to my touch.
She writhed beneath my rhythmic caress, arching her hips high off the bed. Her skirt was bunched up over her hips by now, and in the dim light thrown by the night table lamp, I could see the dark patch of her pubic hair, making a 'V' inside the crotch of her panties.
I reached in through the leg opening and started to stroke her cunt lips. Immediately, she spread her legs wide, giving me full access to her hot pussy.
The girl wasn't kidding when she'd said she was a virgin. As I started to insert my finger up her dripping twat, she winced with pain and shivered.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't hurt me. It's tight."
Now, I don't suppose I have to tell you what the thought of splitting a virgin pussy does to a guy ... but I was determined to show Evelyn a good time. Sure, I was going to bust her cherry ... but she was going to love me for it.
The first step, I decided, was to give her some of what she was used to having ... and what she was used to enjoying.
I pulled my arm out from under her and gently tugged her panties down. She offered no resistance, and soon the curls of her muff were clearly revealed to my gaze.
I climbed in between her legs and knelt there, eyeing her box.
"Eat me," she groaned. "Suck out my cunt. I got to have a tongue up there."
My thoughts exactly.
I leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh.
Evelyn trembled and started to squirm like crazy. She pulled her knees up and then spread them wide, making her pussy lips part in open invitation.
That invitation was more than I wanted to refuse. Hungrily, I pressed my lips to her crotch and started poking around with my tongue.
She gasped with delight as I snaked my way into her crack and found the hard little clit, hidden just inside those folds of pink, moist flesh. With the tip of my tongue, I rolled her love bud back and forth.
My cock and nuts felt like they were going to explode from the pressure of being confined. I had to get out of my clothes ... and get Evelyn out of hers, too.
When I put the idea to her, she didn't protest at all. I wasn't sure that some of her willingness had to do with the fact that she was bombed out of her skull ... but I didn't really give a damn. As long as she was willing to swing, that's all I cared about.
I jumped off the bed and stripped in twenty seconds flat. Evelyn's eyes were closed, so she didn't see the roaring hardon that was sticking out from between my thighs. My prick was on fire. And she was going to put it out ... soon.
I reached over and started to get her out of her clothes. It wasn't too easy, considering the fact that she was stretched out, close to dead weight on that bed. But the thought of seeing her naked and splitting her cunt with my poker was more than enough to goad me on.
The sight of her in the buff was even more stimulating that I'd imagined it would be.
To begin with, she had glorious, milk-white flesh. There wasn't an ounce of flab on her. Her body was as beautiful as a schoolgirl's.
But no schoolgirl ever had such a pair of tits. Man, they were tremendous. With dark, brown nipples that stood straight up ... just begging to be kissed and sucked.
They didn't have to beg long. I leaned over and captured one of those little flower buds in my mouth and started to tongue it. Evelyn moaned with pleasure and clasped her hand to the back of my head, pressing me even closer to her flesh.
Her nipple tasted sweet and warm. I feasted for minutes, and then moved to the other, while my fingers were busy squeezing her tits.
She spread her legs again and pushed me down toward her crotch. I went willingly ... only this time, I spread the lips of her pussy as wide as they would go with my fingers, before continuing to nibble on her clit.
She went crazy. With my tongue in her box, she was wild.
She bounced her ass up and down off that bed. She squeezed her thighs around my head and held me prisoner while I rolled her clit between my teeth.
'Oh, that's good ... eat me," she murmured. "Suck my cunt. Lap my pussy. Make me come."
I was going to make her come, all right. But not like that. And not yet.
I turned myself around in the bed until we were in a sixty nine position. Then, kissing her lightly on the cunt, I said, "Touch my prick."
She didn't answer.
And she didn't move.
I figured the girl needed a little more inspiration, so I spread the lips of her cunt with my fingers and started to blow warm air up inside her wet hole.
"Oh do it ... do it," she begged. "Shove your tongue up there. I want you to."
"Fair's fair," I whispered. "Take care of me ... and I'll take care of you.
I had her where I wanted her and we both knew it. A moment later, I felt soft, delicate fingers curling themselves around my pulsating tool.
Shivers of delight went right through my nuts and all the way up my spine.
"Rub it back and forth," I told her, in a voice hardly recognizable as my own. "Jerk me off and I'll eat your pussy real good."
Evelyn got the message fast. In another moment, she was doing a great hand job on my cock. And, true to my word, I worked a little magic inside her cunt with the tip of my tongue.
She started to gasp and shake her ass real fast ... and I knew I'd better quit before I made her come.
"Don't stop ... please don't," she said, when I slid my tongue out of her cunt.
"I'm not stopping, baby ... I'm just shifting positions," I answered.
And with that, I crawled down between her legs again and hoisted her feet over my shoulders.
As soon as her cunt lips were parted, she slid her fingers down into her crotch and started to play with her pussy.
"None of that stuff," I told her, pushing her away. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"
I started to finger fuck her myself ... making sure to squeeze her clit real good. In a few minutes, she was gone again ... lost in the hurricane of her own desires.
But I knew what I wanted ... and I still intended to have it.
While I played around with her pussy, my free hand was busy on my own cock. From time to time, I'd take a little of her cunt juice and rub it over my tool, lubricating my prick for the kill.
When I decided we were both ready, I lifted myself up and pressed the swollen head of my dick against her hot cunt lips.
"Hey ... what are you ... "
I silenced her with a kiss full on the mouth. At the same time I grabbed her tits and squeezed the nipples ... Making her shiver with excitement.
And all the time, I was lining myself up ... getting ready to stick my dick all the way into her tight little fuck hole.
I eased myself forward ... and wedged her twat apart with the head of my pecker.
"Relax," I whispered. "Open wide and take it real slow and easy. You're going to love this."
I shoved a little harder ... and got about an inch of my meat inside her cunt.
She squirmed and tried to roll away ... but I wasn't having any of that crap. My cock was burning up ... my nuts felt tight and heavy with the load they had to shoot. And this dame was going to get her cherry busted if it was the last thing I did.
I reached down, caught her behind the knees and lifted her legs high. Then I rammed my cock home for all it was worth.
There was a quick, tearing sensation ... and then her cunt gave way. With a tremendous lunge I buried my cock in to the hilt ... until my balls were swinging against Evelyn's upturned ass.
Her lashes fluttered and her eyes seemed to roll around in her head. I kissed her again, hard, and kept my dick all the way up her hole.
"Move with me," I murmured, as I started a slow back and forth motion.
At first, there was no sound from her. But then, all of a sudden, she started to get the message.
She arched herself up and started to meet my thrusts with motions of her own. I felt the walls of her cunt grabbing around my cock ... sucking me all the way up inside her pussy ... telling me to fuck her deep and full.
That was all I needed. I buried my fingertips in the soft cheeks of her ass, pulled her as wide apart as I could, and rammed my cock all the way in.
She cried out softly and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me all the way. Fill me up with your prick."
I pulled my pecker out to the head, then lunged ... burying the entire length of my shaft up her cunt.
Evelyn shuddered with delight and sucked at my cock with her cunt. Her internal muscles were milking my whang ... squeezing me toward the danger point.
But I was determined not to come until I was sure that she would join me.
I caught one of her tits in my mouth and started to bite the tender nipple. As my teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, I could feel the walls of her cunt responding ... squeezing me harder.
Her nipple was hard against my tongue. I continued to lap at it, running my tongue around the dark, nubby surface. And all the time, I kept shoving my prick up and down her love channel, filling her over and over again with the full length of my eager cock.
"Oh baby ... I think I'm going to ... my cunt is boiling like crazy...."
That was the last she said.
But it didn't matter, because her actions spoke for her.
She dug her heels into the mattress and started to pump away like crazy. Her cunt pulled my tool inside her over and over again.
She groaned and the tremors of her body told me she was coming. I felt the warm, creamy juice flowing out of her pussy and dripping down onto my balls.
I captured her in my arms and started to pump away like there was no tomorrow. The liquid of her desire had made the way easy for me and my cock rode slickly in and out of her hole.
She was gasping away underneath me ... but now, I hardly heard her. The pressure in my cock and balls was nearing the bursting point. One more minute ... one more second and I was going to let loose with a load of come like some kind of a hurricane. Again and again I shot, sending hot jets of milky liquid far up her hole.
"How does it feel to get it from a real man," I growled. "I'm filling up your cunt, baby. I'm shooting my load into your pussy. I'm fucking you for real."
She wound her legs around my middle and took me all the way inside her with ease. Her body was still trembling and for all I knew she was till in the middle of her own, violent orgasm.
Her cunt made wet, slurping sounds as my cock plunged in and out of it, again and again. Every muscle in my body was tight and hard as iron, as I dropped every last bit of my wad up her chute.
What had started out as a one night thing turned into a two week affair. Once Evelyn had gotten a sampling of what a cock could do for her, she didn't want to quit.
When we finally parted, she gave me five hundred bucks. And both of us felt sure we had gotten our money's worth.
CHAPTER TWO
Nympho-Mania
Five hundred bucks.
It felt like a fortune.
I was free ... at least until the money ran out.
I headed for the beach, deciding that it was time for a little of 'The Easy Life' ... warm sun, a deep tan, and lots of groovy young chicks to ball with.
Sure enough, I was in luck. I hadn't been on that blanket for more than an hour, tops, when I caught the eye of one of the most gorgeous women in the vicinity.
And I mean a real heart stopper. Like something out of one of the surfing ads.
She was blonde (natural blonde, as I was to find out shortly). Her hair hung, like wheat silk to her shoulders. Her eyes were the kind of blue that tropical waters are made of.
And her body could have given an erection to a dead man.
As luck would have it, she was a nympho.
Like I said, I was lying there, squinting at the sun but keeping my eyes open enough to take inventory of the chicks around me. Then, all of a sudden, large as life, Sheila appeared.
The bikini she wore concealed next to nothing. She had a pair of tits on her like two ripe cantaloupes....and I swear, the panties of that swimsuit were scantily covering her cunt.
She gave me the kind of smile that could just not be misinterpreted. Naturally, I grinned back and got to my feet ... fast.
"You must be new around here," she said as she curled her legs underneath her fabulous body and settled herself onto my blanket. "I haven't seen you around."
"Just arrived ... about an hour ago," I informed her.
"Should have known ... look how pale you are," she said, indicating the color of my skin. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
Before I had a chance to ask her where she was going, her curvy little ass was wiggling away in the opposite direction ... with me watching hungrily after.
She came back in about five minutes, dragging her blanket and a beach bag behind her. When she'd settled her stuff next to mine, she reached into her bag and produced a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Lay down ... I'll rub some of this on you," she said, grinning devilishly. It'll keep you from being broiled alive."
Let me tell you, I wasn't about to argue with this doll. Willingly, happily, I flattened myself out on the blanket and waited to see what was going to happen to me next.
She had the most fantastic pair of hands. As soon as she dropped some of the lotion on my back and started to rub, I knew that this chick was going to give me one hell of a run for my money.
She massaged deep into the muscles, caressing my body in a way that told me how much she loved men. Well, almost told me, anyhow. I had no idea just how wild she was.
"Roll over," she said, moving to one side. "Now I want to do the front of you."
As I moved onto my back, the bulge in the middle of my bathing suit stood out clearly. Sheila eyed the lump and smiled.
"Got a lot in there, mister?"
I gulped.
"Glad to see it." And with that, she poured some more suntan lotion into her palm and straddled me.
She worked slowly, rhythmically, rubbing the liquid into my chest. And with each movement, she rubbed that sweet little ass of hers across my crotch.
I thought my cock was going to bust right out of my shorts. The pressure was something fierce. I could tell by the expression on Sheila's face that she was loving every second of this as much as I was.
Her fingers continued their fantastic journey downward, toward the waistband of my swimsuit. The blood was pounding wildly across my temples. I kept staring at her tits ... their tops bursting out of her halter ... the nipples clearly defined against the thin material.
With one, quick motion she sat down between my knees. Then, she started rubbing the suntan oil onto the insides of my thighs.
"For heaven's sake," I croaked. "Please ... let me rest awhile. I ... I can't take this too much longer."
"'Fraid You'll shoot your load?"
The sound of her voice, the candidness of her words stunned me.
"Yeah, that's right," I rasped.
She grinned, exposing twin rows of perfect, white teeth. "My apartment's about three blocks from the beach. What do you say we go back there and...." she winked...."get the sand off us."
I guess I don't have to tell you that I was more than willing to go ... or should I say, come.
Sheila didn't waste a second. As soon as we were inside the front door of her place, she wound her arms around my shoulders and pulled my mouth down to hers.
Her lips were parted all the way and I plunged my tongue deep. At the same time, I became pleasantly aware of her near-naked belly, undulating against my own ... and her crotch rubbing back and forth across my prick.
I reached down and shoved my hand into her bikini panties. My fingers ran down along the crack of her ass. Immediately, she spread her legs wide ... so I could reach underneath and make contact with her cunt.
Her pussy was hot and damp, eager to be invaded. I worked my hand around to the front and buried my fingers in the soft curls of her bush.
She wasn't just leaning back and doing nothing. No sir! Her own fingers were busy as hell now, rubbing up and down across the bulge in my swimsuit ... teasing my prick ... making my balls ache with need.
I found the lips of her pussy and slid my middle finger up between them. Sheila gasped and took me in to the third knuckle, easily.
Her tongue found my ear and she started to blow moist, warm air at me. I thought I was going to go right out of my skull.
Suddenly, she backed away.
"What's the matter?" I groaned.
"Nothing." Her eyes were twinkling as she reached behind herself and unhooked her halter.
Her tits were fantastic. Big and high and pink tipped at their centers.
I started to move toward her.
"Not yet." She stopped me dead in my tracks. "Take off your trunks. I want to see that cock of yours."
I smiled and stripped out of my suit. My dick was standing at full attention. Hard and red and swollen.
"Say, you've really got something there," Sheila breathed, eyeing me openly. "Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks."
She moved forward, dropped to her knees and started to kiss my balls.
I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer delight of it. My knees felt kind of wobbly and the blood had turned to little jellyfish in my veins.
Sheila lifted my stiff shaft and held it in her palm. "Nice," she murmured. "Real nice."
She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. Immediately, my dick bobbed and twitched.
"Eager, isn't he," Sheila whispered. Then, without another word, she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck.
I shoved my hips forward, sending the length of my prick all the way down into her throat.
She was one experienced cocksucker, let me tell you. She took all of it in without so much as a single gag. And then, when she had me all the way inside her mouth, she started to lick around the veiny skin with an eager and expert tongue.
I started to move my hips in tempo with the throbbing of my nuts. Sheila understood and set up a steady sucking motion that made me see stars.
She reached underneath until she'd taken my nuts in her hand. Tenderly, she stroked them, accentuating the pleasure of her cocksucking ... for both of us, I felt certain.
"You better take it easy, doll," I warned her. "You're going to make me come."
She moved back and looked up into my face.
"What do you think I'm giving you a blow job for? I want you to come. That is, assuming you can make it more than once."
"With you working on me, there's no doubt about that," I promised her.
In another second, she had my cock back inside her mouth and was working furiously on the thing.
She knew every trick in the book. First, she'd swallow the entire length of my tool. Then, she'd slide her lips back until just the head of my cock was imprisoned. Then, she'd tease the tip of my dick with her teeth, her tongue ... while she jerked me off with her hand at the same time ... never letting up for a moment.
I felt the fireworks starting in my nuts.
"Come on, baby ... suck," I groaned. "Suck me off. Take my load down your throat!"
My words had an amazing effect on her.
Suddenly, one of her hands shot down into the bikini panties she wore. She started to finger fuck herself, while she was sucking me off.
I couldn't let something like this pass me by. I lowered myself to the floor and pulled off her panties.
Her cunt was covered by a golden halo of soft pubic hair. Hungrily, I dove for her muff and shoved my tongue in between the wet lips of her pussy.
Down between my legs, her own mouth was busy again, sucking off my cock ... licking my balls ... nipping the insides of my thighs.
I spread the lips of her cunt with my hands and looked all the way up into her hole. Inside, I could see her clit ... like a miniature pecker , ... all hard and red and swollen with desire.
I reached in and started to play with her button. She groaned and shoved her snatch forward ... swallowing my finger all the way up inside her twat.
The walls of her cunt were working double time ... sucking on my finger and pulling it in deeper as though it were a real cock.
I slid my finger in and out of her, listening to the squishy sounds of her cunt juices ... while she kept sucking away at my cock.
Finally, the pressure was more than I could endure. I couldn't stand to hold off another second.
I jabbed my hips forward, sending the length of my cock all the way down into her throat. "Take it, baby," I cried out. "Swallow that come. I'm going to drown you in the stuff!"
The girl wasn't drowning. She was loving it.
The more I shot, the more it seemed that she wanted. She kept mouthing my cock, swallowing jet after jet of hot, sticky come.
Suddenly, her middle finger found my asshole and started to force its way inward intensifying the pleasure of my climax.
I groaned and lapped furiously at her twat ... shoving my tongue as far up her pussy as I could get it ... rubbing against her throbbing clit.
Finally, my prick stopped exploding and I collapsed on the floor.
No sooner was I stretched out on my back again when Sheila's head disappeared between my legs. My cock had started to soften up ... but it didn't have a chance to get tired now. She was sucking double time ... forcing my prick back into a state of readiness.
When I was hard, she got up and straddled me like she had done on the beach.
Only this time, she wore no panties and there was nothing to separate our bodies.
She raised herself up over my hard cock and spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers. Then, easing herself downward, she swallowed the entire length of my tool into her burning cunt.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me hard. Give me all that gorgeous meat."
I couldn't have refused her if my very life depended upon it. I rammed my hips upward ... burying my tool all the way up her cunt.
I reached up and grabbed her tits in my hands. The nipples had darkened and grown stiff with excitement. I pinched the tips, making her shudder with delight.
She rocked her hips in a steady circle, pulling my cock in and out of her cunt, squeezing my dick with those fantastic internal muscles of hers.
Her cunt was all lubricated from her pussy juice. I slid in and out of her without causing her the slightest discomfort.
Again and again she accepted the stiffness of my prick up inside of her. And the more she got, the more it seemed that she wanted.
"Put your finger in," she said, suddenly. "Finger fuck me at the same time."
I did as she told me ... and her cunt stretched to accommodate the extra intrusion.
Her face was wet with perspiration. Her hair clung in damp mats to her flushed cheeks.
She grabbed her tits in her own hands and started to squeeze them ... caressing them as though she thought she could get milk to squirt out of her nipples.
Suddenly, she pushed my finger out of her cunt and raised herself off my prick. My cock slipped out of her hole with a loud suction sound.
Sheila didn't say anything. She slipped her middle finger into her cunt and greased it up good with her pussy juice. Then, she reach around and jabbed that finger up her own asshole.
"Fuck me in the back," she said, shifting her position so that I could reach her. "Stab that prick up my ass. Do it now."
I started to enter her ... slowly at first because I was afraid that I might hurt her.
I had nothing to worry about. She took me up into her ass almost as easily as she's taken me into her cunt.
The tightness of her rear hole made me gasp with delight. It felt so good, so hot and clinging around my enflamed prick. I had all to do to keep myself from coming again right then and there.
When I was all the way inside of her ass, Sheila took my hand and brought it back to her cunt. "Finger fuck me again," she ordered. "Stick a couple up inside me. I like it that way."
Now I was plugging her, front and rear. Three fingers up her wet snatch and the whole length of my cock embedded up her asshole.
Grunting like an animal, she captured her tits in her shaking hands and started to feel them again ... squeezing them into cone shapes ... burying her fingertips in her soft, white flesh.
I felt the little tremors starting inside her body ... felt my prick with my fingers through the thin membrane between her cunt and her asshole.
The sensation was fantastic.
"Oh, that's good." Sheila said it for both of us. "So damned good. I could go on like this forever."
I was afraid that she just might have meant what she said.
"Please," I begged in a hoarse, throaty voice. "I can't hold out much longer."
"Sure you can," she said. "Just go on fucking me like this. Shove your cock all the way up my ass and fill my fuck hole with your fingers."
The sound of her voice ... the feel of her cunt around my fingers ... her rectum squeezing my swollen dick was more than I could stand.
Grunting like a stuck pig, I started to shoot my second load.
Apparently, this was just what Sheila was waiting for.
She came with me ... shivering all over ... rocking her body and whispering obscenities.
By the time we were finished, our bodies were dripping with perspiration.
She pulled herself away from me and sprang to her feet ... just as sprightly as when she had begun.
"How about a shower, handsome?" she said.
"Could I rest for a minute?"
Her answer was direct and to the point. She moved back down to the floor and covered my face with her pussy.
"Eat me," she said. "Lap my box."
I couldn't resist it. I shoved my tongue up into her snatch, tasting the residue of our previous fuck session on my tongue.
And while I was cunt lapping her, Sheila reached around and started to jerk me off.
My cock leaped to attention again in a matter of moments. I thrashed around on the floor, reacting to the taste of her twat on my mouth and the feel of her fingers up and down along the length of my tool.
I felt the throbbing in my nuts. The dizzy, spinning sensation in my head.
My hips leaped up, sending my swollen dick through her slippery fingers. The sensations were fantastic.
Just when I thought I might be ready for a third load to drop, Sheila jumped to her feet and started out of the room.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I called after her.
'"To the shower ... feel free to join me."
Needless to say, I followed right after her.
And I didn't leave that apartment for three days ... by which time I felt that I might have fucked myself to death if I didn't escape for a breather.
What a nympho. I'll never forget her.
CHAPTER THREE
Three Girls And A Guy
And now, to get back to that job I was talking about in the very beginning ... remember?
It was in July and the Southern California summer was beautiful. According to the advertisement I had run across, the handyman job at a home in Carona Del Mar just south of Los Angeles was light ... and there would be plenty of time for surfing and sunbathing.
Remembering the hard time I'd gone through the previous winter, I laid away the five hundred bucks in the bank; I'd spend the summer working.
On that hot July morning as I was trying to catch a ride on Highway 101, in Santa Monica, I was thinking of my most recent women ... the dyke librarian whom I had converted to men and Sheila, my blonde nymph who could never seem to get enough of my cock.
As I recalled the good times I had had with those two, a car finally stopped ... with three teenagers in it.
I ran to catch up with them, hoping that they were not the practical joker types who would pull away as soon as I got even with the car.
"Where you going?" one of them stuck her head out the window and asked as I approached the car.
"Fuck you, buddy," the driver of the stopped car yelled in response to the horn of a car behind her.
"Down to Corona Del Mar," I said.
"Hop in."
With a sudden jerk the angry driver started up the Malibu, and we were on our way to the 'crown of the sea."
"You live down there?" one of the girls asked.
"No, I'm going to apply for a job there," I replied.
"What kind of work do you do?" the driver asked.
"By the way," another of the girls said before I could answer, "I'm Peyton. The bitch who's driving the car is named Terri, and that's Dawn."
"I'm Larry. I'm glad to know you."
"I asked you a question," Terri said as she slammed on her brakes and barely missed a car which had pulled out in front of her. "Dirty motherfucker! "
"I do just about anything," I said in answer to Terri's question, thinking how much different these girls were from the ones I had known back in my Kansas high school.
"So do we," Dawn said. "We've done some pretty bad things, in fact."
"Do you like to fuck?" Peyton asked.
"I'm sorry," I said with a straight face. "I don't do that sort of thing. You see, I'm saving my virginity for the girl I'm going to marry. I don't even jack off."
"Shit!" Terri said.
"There's a little beach down the road a few miles. Why don't we stop and have a swim?" Dawn said
"He's applying for a job, Dawn, so he needs to get to Corona," Peyton said.
"Let him make up his own mind," Terri suggested.
"I'm in no hurry," I said. "I've got all day, and besides I don't really need the job all that bad."
"It's settled then," Terri said. "To the beach we go for a swim."
During the remainder of the ride to the beach, I learned that the three girls lived in Beverly Hills and would be seniors in high school in the fall. It was difficult for me to believe that they were all that young because they were so very knowledgeable about the world. Compared to them, I was a real hick even though I was two years older-but I was learning. Southern California is a great place to get an education.
When we stopped, the three girls jumped out of the car and threw off the light dresses they were wearing. Underneath they had on bikinis in bright colors which heightened the golden brown of their well-tanned skins.
"Do you have a suit?" Terri asked. "I would suggest you go in nude, but there are too many people around, there is a fairly secluded spot out on the rocks that we can go to a little latter."
"I'm wearing some nylon bikini shorts," I said. "I think they'll pass for a swimsuit if no one looks too closely.""
"Don't worry, we will."
When I had stripped down to my bright, red shorts, the four of us ran across the beach, which was almost vacant because it was early in the day. The girls had brought huge beach towels with them.
The water was warm, and it felt good as it covered my body. Even the saltiness tasted good when my mouth filled.
"Let's go over to the cove," I heard one of the girls yelling to me above the roar of the ocean.
"Lead the way," I yelled, running out of the water, the thin material of my shorts-bathing suit sticking to me, outlining by body in such a way that I may as well have been nude. All three girls directed their eyes toward my crotch, which began to fill up under their intense gazes.
"Come on, Larry," one of them yelled.
Running behind the three girls down the beach, I felt a tremendous excitement fill me, because I had never had it with three girls before, not even with two girls. Thus far my sex life had been extremely limited.
"No one can see us here," Peyton said, pulling the knot which held the top part of her bathing suit in place and letting the flowered material drop onto the sand. Her young breasts were white, made whiter even by the contrast between them and the skin which surrounded that soft, raised area. It was not long until I had some difficulty in giving my full attention to the beautiful nakedness surrounding me because there was so much of it. I was still wearing my nylon covering, which was about to burst with my hardness.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Peyton asked as she approached me from the front.
"We'll help him," Terri said as she and Dawn approached me from the back.
Their hands soon removed what separated me from nakedness, and I was standing there in the sandy place on the rocky ledge stark naked with three of the most luscious girls imaginable standing around me. I was not sure what to do, having never had such a problem before.
My difficulty was solved because Peyton pulled me down onto the towel on top of her. The other two girls pushed from behind, but it really didn't take too much persuasion or force to get me to lie down on the warm flesh of Peyton as she stretched out underneath me.
I felt something down between my legs, and I realized after a second or two that it was one of the other girls. She had buried her head between my legs and was sucking on one of my balls. I looked up and saw Terri stepping over me. A moment later I felt her sit down on me, the softness of her hot buttocks burning delightfully into my back as they spread out under her weight.
With her tongue and lips, Dawn directed my throbbing cock into Peyton's anxious pussy. Steaming and ready and oily, Peyton's pussy received my pulsating prick. As I started to move my hips in order to get some friction going down in that delightful hole, I felt Terri scooting her ass up my back until its cheeks almost grasped my neck. Bending forward, she rammed her tongue down between my buttocks, which were feverish from the hot sun that had been glaring down on them.
Spreading my legs apart, Dawn lay down between their 'V' and continued to lick and suck on my swollen balls. Because I could not move, being so blissfully bound by feminine flesh, Peyton began to move her hips ever so slightly. However, her main movement was from within. As I lay there, literally covered by hot legs and arms and breasts and asses, Peyton drained my cock of its juices. I never moved, and she twisted her hips just slightly. The real action took place inside of that body which lay beneath me.
When I had reached a climax that left me shivering in spite of the sun and the girls, I tried to pull away from Peyton, but Dawn and Terri held me fast. Before I knew what had happened, Dawn had taken my yet rigid ramrod from its resting place and placed it in her mouth.
I could feel Peyton scooting out from under me, and I could feel hands all over me until I was on my back with Dawn swallowing my dick down to the kinky hair. Terri was biting one of my nipples, and Peyton was chewing on the other one. The many-sided pleasure left me weak. It ended even though I had wanted it to go on forever.
"Well, we had better get you back to your job-interview."
"Yeh, I guess so," I said. "Where are my shorts?"
"Wrap a towel around you, Larry," Dawn said. "I want to keep your shorts as a souvenir. I have a pair of shorts from just about everybody I've ever fucked."
"Her old man had to build another room onto the house for her to store them in," Terri said.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and the four of us made our way back to the main beach. There were more people there by this time, and I rather imagine that they had a good idea of what we had been doing out on the rocks. Three briefly clad girls and a tired looking male with a towel wrapped around his waist must have caused a glance or two of envy or disapproval from the other beach dwellers. I kept my eyes glued to the sand and followed the girls to the car.
"What's the address of the place?" Terri asked when we were on the road again.
"It's 25 Surf Drive," I said as I zipped up my pants.
"That's a piss-elegant neighborhood," Dawn said. "I wonder what they will want you to do."
"Be a stud for their deformed teen-age daughter," Terri suggested. "If you need any references, don't hesitate to call me. Even though I didn't get any of your cock, I thought it was real pretty."
"The best thing I've had in me all day," Peyton said.
"Even better than that Mexican gardener at home?" Dawn asked.
"They don't come hung much better than Roberto, " Peyton said. "When we dump out what's-his-name, let's go home and play Lady Chatterley and take that stud gardener to bed. Mommy is off somewhere getting screwed by her stockbroker, so it will be safe."
"That sounds good," Terri said.
"Agreed," Dawn said.
We continued to drive around the winding, narrow streets of the city which crowned the sea.
"That's the place," Terri said suddenly as we came around a comer.
"At least that's the outside of it," Dawn said. "It says twenty five on that wall. That's some place. I hope you get the job, and maybe you will invite us up sometime."
"Sure," I said as I hopped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride and everything else."
"Don't thank us," Terri called as she rammed down on the foot feed and let the car leap to a gallop.
I stood and watched the three girls disappear, wondering if I would see them again. When I get back to Kansas, I will really be able to impress the guys with my tale of the three girls who seduced me.
"Are you looking for some one?" I heard a voice from behind me inquire.
"Yes," I said, turning around to face a handsome man in his early thirties. "I'm applying for the job as handyman-the one you had advertised in the paper. Is it still open?"
"It certainly is," the man said. "Won't you come in?
"Okay."
"My name is Brad Norton," the man was saying as I followed him along the walk that led through an elaborately landscaped yard.
"I'm Larry Spenser," I said. "I'm glad to know you."
"Darling," Brad called, ignoring my introduction, "I've found a boy who wants the handyman job."
"Bring him over and let me look at him," a feminine voice answered from across the pool.
I followed Brad across the Mexican tile, which covered the area around the pool, to the table where a woman, also in her early thirties, sat playing solitaire.
"This is ray wife," Brad said. "I don't believe I caught your name."
"Larry. Larry Spenser."
"Hello, Larry," the woman said. "My name is Elizabeth; but do call me Liz. That's what my friends call me, and I do believe you and I are going to be friends. What are you, darling?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What sign?"
"Oh," I said, recalling my limited knowledge of astrology. "I'm a Gemini."
"That's perfect," She replied. "Hire him."
"Well, let's see if he wants the job first," Brad said. "You'll get $75 a week, room and board, Tuesdays off. How's that?"
"What will I be doing?"
"Various things," Brad replied. "We entertain extensively, and you will help with that. Do you drive?"
"Yes."
"Then you will be acting as a driver part of the time," Brad said.
"Don't worry, darling, we'll keep you busy," Liz added. "We need a good handyman."
"Well, do you want the job?" Brad asked. "Yes," I said, a little suspicious of the vagueness of my duties, but willing to give the job a try.
"Excellent," Brad said. "I'll show you to your room, and then you can go for a swim or something. There's nothing for you to do today, so you can just enjoy yourself."
"I really should go back to L.A. and get my clothes and stuff from the place where I was staying," I said. "I just hitched a ride out here, and I don't have anything with me."
"No need to do that," Brad said. "I'll take care of shaving articles for you, and you can borrow one of my swimming suits. We will be going into the city on Saturday, and you can pick up your things then."
"Okay," I said, not anxious to make the long trip back to my friend's apartment anyway.
"Come on with me. I'll show you to your room," Brad said. "We'll see you in a minute, Liz."
"I'll be here," she said as she resumed her game of solitaire.
I followed my new employer down the arched porch which ran the length of the house. Stepping from the bright sun of the early afternoon into the darkness of the hallway was quite a shock for my eyes when I entered the house behind Brad.
"Your room is right up these steps," he said. "But first I'll run in and get you one of my suits, so you can have a swim."
While he was gone, I admired the hallway with its stucco walls, its tiled floors, and its wrought-iron lighting fixtures. Looking through one of the arches, I could see an elegantly furnished living room. I was anxious to see my room.
"Here we are," Brad said as he came back into the hall. "This will be fine. It's one of my briefest suits, but you will look nice in it. Do you like the material?"
I did not respond as I took the tiny piece of red, white and blue fabric he handed me, realizing that it was not much more than a jock strap made out of a flag.
When we reached the top of the stairs, we turned to the left and went through the open door at the end of the long hallway.
"This will be your room. Do you like it?" He asked as we walked into the room.
"It's nice. A hell of a lot nicer than I'm used to," I said, pleased by the large, comfortable room, which had a huge double bed in it. I walked over to the window and looked down on the patio from which we had just come. I could not see Liz at the table, but I eventually spotted her head in the water where she was swimming. It didn't look as though she had a bathing suit on, but I decided that this was just my imagination.
"Are you going to change?" Brad asked sitting down in one of the chairs and lighting a cigarette.
"Yeh," I said. Deciding that he was not going to leave me alone, I sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. As I bent over to take off my socks, I tried not to notice Brad. When I stood up, I let my pants drop and pulled my shirt over my head in almost one motion.
"Very nice," Brad said, looking directly at my bareness, his eyes dwelling in my crotch. "Liz will like you. She has a weakness for handsome, young men; but don't be afraid of her. Her bite is worse than her bark."
I stepped through the bathing suit he had given me and pulled the pouch into place. It was so small that I could barely get my equipment into it. There was a strap running around my waist; and stuffed down between the crack in my ass there was another strap which hooked onto the pouch. As I moved toward the mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself and concluded that I looked ridiculous in that mini-flag.
There was something strange about the place, I knew then; but I guess curiosity got the best of me. I'm not sure what my excuse was, but I stayed.
"Let's go down and show Liz," Brad said, rising from the chair and putting out his cigarette. "I never smoke around Liz. She doesn't mind what else I do; but she cannot tolerate smoking. You don't smoke, do you?"
"No."
"She'll like that."
When we got back to the pool, Liz pulled herself out of the water, holding onto the railing of the steps that ran down into the pool. I soon realized that my eyes had not deceived me when I had looked out of the window upstairs. She was naked. It was obvious that she had not been wearing a bathing suit all summer, for her entire body was golden brown, unlike the girls on the beach whose breasts and pussy zones were made more mysterious by the contrast of the white against the brown.
"You look good enough to eat, darling," Liz said, openly staring at my 'flag suit'. "It makes me want to see the pole."
"I'm sure you will be pleased when you see it all hanging out," Brad said. "You two have a good time. I need to go down to my office for a while."
"Yes, dear," Liz said absent-mindedly as she jumped into the pool again, swimming away from the spot where I was standing.
"Come on in, darling," she called from the other side of the pool.
I dove into the water and swam over to her. Without saying another word, she wrapped her legs around me and pressed her body, which was so light in the water, against mine. I felt myself getting a hardon, and before I knew it, she had pulled away the scanty thing which had been trying' to hold me in. My cock, released from its prison, stood out straight and bobbed up and down in the water. I pressed it up against her stomach as she pulled the flag material down around my legs. I finally managed to kick free from this obstruction, and before long a piece of patriotic-colored material was floating across the pool.
"You feel good, baby," she murmured.
"What if your husband comes back?" I asked. "I didn't hear a car leave or anything."
"He won't mind," she said. "Don't worry about him. Worry about me. Hold me tighter. Goddamn, your cock feels good."
"Your tits feel good too," I said as I crushed her body against mine.
We continued to roll around in the pool, clasped in one another's arms, our bodies meeting, our legs entwining, our lips pressing. Sometimes we would both go under water and come up spitting. I tried to get my dong buried into her cunt, but I was not able to make the plunge in the water.
"There's no hurry, honey," she said. "Let's just play some more."
Finally, after we were both worn out and half-drowned from being in the water, we climbed onto the diving board. Liz lay down flat on the board on her back, her hair hanging over the end of it. I stood over her at her feet, my sex jutting out in front of me, still dripping with water, and looked down on her desirable body. Fuller and more mature than the teen-age girls whom I had had earlier that day, Liz lay there, ready for me to lower my body onto her, ready for me to sink my ramrod into her. I bent down and touched my hands on the edge of the board until I was in the upward part of a push up.
"Guide it in," I said to her.
Following my directions, she grasped my beating flesh with both hands and directed it toward her gasping pussy as I let my trembling body meet hers. There were no more hands on my throbbing meat a minute later-only the warm flesh of a woman, only the delicious feel of a woman, only a pussy. At first, I didn't move. I just lay there with my weight resting down on her, my weapon sheathed inside her.
"I like your cock," she said. "It's big enough."
"Just big enough?" I asked laughingly, pretending to be hurt. "I've been told it's above average."
"They're never to big; but sometimes they're not big enough. But you're big enough."
"I like your pussy, too," I said. "It's soft and warm and oozing and inviting and sweet and...."
"And?"
"And everything."
"Fuck me."
For some reason her whispering these two words into my ear really excited me. It was not that I had never heard them before. It was just that I had never had a woman say them to me-directly that is.
"Fuck me," she repeated, this time louder, before I was able to carry out the order.
Letting my hips begin to move wildly and strongly, I began to pound her into the diving board. Her tits squashed against my chest; our nipples pressed together and sizzled. The softness of her stomach folded into the hard ridges of my tensed stomach. Our pubic hair met and matted into one sweaty bouquet. Our legs were wrapped together like vines growing up a tree.
Because I had just shot two loads an hour or so before, it took me sometime to come. I suppose if I had slowed down or varied what I was doing, I could have held off longer. Usually, this is the case on my third time around.
But I continued-I don't know for how long-letting her have it in quick, forceful, rhythmic thrusts. The smack of our wet flesh meeting, the slush of my cock going down into her pussy, the creak of the board swaying, the dribble of the water running-all of these sounds melted into one. They were one. And we were one.
I finally rammed it into her for the last time with a powerful thrust. I let it shoot deeply into her, the hot white stuff running through her wildly. As soon as the last gust had drained out of me, I jumped up from the woman, who lay writhing in pleasure on the board, and leaped into the pool.
"I need to put the fire out," I explained jokingly when I surfaced.
"Beautiful!!" Brad shouted from behind a bush. "Absolutely beautiful. MAGNIFICO!"
I was astounded to see a bare-assed Brad run to the diving board where his wife lay.
"Did you like it, dear?" Liz asked.
"Yes, did you?"
"Heavens, yes," she said. "I came three trillion times."
"I got some good pictures," Brad said.
"What the hell?" I asked from the pool.
"Don't worry," Brad said as he climbed onto the board, sitting down between his wife's spread legs. "They're strictly for private consumption."
With that he buried his head in the wet mat of hair between her legs and extended his tongue down into that hole where I had left my calling card. I watched as he ate her cunt and wondered once again what kind of a kooky household I was getting into.
As I listened to the sounds of Brad's slurping and Liz's moaning, I convinced myself that my new employers were interesting people-if a bit unconventional-and that I should stick around.
CHAPTER FOUR
Orgy Feast
It was nearly ten o'clock the next morning when I got up and came downstairs. Brad met me on the patio and took me into the kitchen where we had coffee and sweet rolls.
"There will be a party here tonight-about twenty-five couples. I'll show you what to do to set up the patio," Brad said as he sipped his coffee.
"Sure," I answered. "Give me the orders and I'll do the job."
Before long I was busy setting up chairs and tables in the area around the pool. When I was almost finished Brad came out and helped me construct a temporary stage at one end of the patio.
"Are you going to have a show tonight?" I asked.
"Sort of," Brad said mysteriously. "You'll see."
"Good morning, boys," Liz called from one of the windows upstairs. She was totally nude, her brown body glimmering in the sunlight.
"It's not morning anymore," Brad yelled up to her. "We just about have everything set for tonight. Come on down and we'll take a little swim. Then you can fix us some lunch."
"Is there anything else to do?" I asked as I put the last piece of heavy plywood into place.
"No, I don't think so. Take off your clothes and let's jump into the pool."
As I began to strip down, Liz walked up behind me and put one of her warm hands on my back. She let it wander down to the top of my levis and then pulled them down. When my ass was bare, she rammed her pussy against my flesh. Her hands came around my body and grabbed my expanding sex. I stood there in her grasp with my pants down around my ankles. Just then Brad approached Liz from behind and must have buried his cock into her warm buns because she screamed and held onto me even tighter, pushing me forward until I was at the very edge of the pool. Liz, her one hand under my balls and her other hand clutching my dick, pushed against me with a sudden thrust, causing me to lose my balance. I fell into the pool with Liz on top of me and Brad on top of her. Somehow we all surfaced, now separated, and grabbed hold of the side of the pool.
"That was one way of getting into the water," Liz said laughingly as she kicked the concrete side with her feet and shot backwards across the pool.
"I was just getting interested in fucking you in the ass," Brad said as he followed her in the water, grabbing after her.
"Save that for tonight, baby," Liz said. "Have you ever been to an orgy, Mr. Handyman?"
"Not really."
"After tonight you will have been," she said still avoiding Brad.
"I hope it's a good party," Brad said. "Do you think that acrobatic team will be good?"
"Sure. The Custers had them at their house one night-we missed the party because we were out of town or something-and she said they were too much."
We continued to swim for a while and then we went into the dining room, our bodies dripping and sat down for a naked lunch.
"Do whatever you want for the afternoon, Larry," Brad said, lighting a cigarette and sitting back in the chair.
"Must you smoke?" Liz asked.
"Yes."
"See, Larry doesn't smoke. He's a good boy-and a good fuck, too."
"I think he'll be a hit at the party."
"Am I to be included?" I asked.
"Certainly. We are very democratic employers-eat with, sleep with, fuck with, party with our handyman," Liz said, waving her hands frantically in an effort to rid herself of the smoke Brad had blown in her direction.
"You might want to rest up before the festivities begin," Brad said. "It'll be a long night. The guests will start arriving about eight, and you'll help them park their cars. After that you're on your own."
"I think I'll go up to my room and read or something," I said.
"Do you have anything to read?" Brad asked.
"Not really."
"Come on into the library, and I'll give you something really worthwhile. Besides, it will get you in the mood for this evening."
I followed him as he left the dining table and walked out of the room.
"Have you read much erotic literature?" he asked as we went down the hallway.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"You know-books about sex."
"Oh."
"I have a superb collection," he said as he walked into a book-lined room. "I'll suggest a couple or three for you."
With three books under my arm, I went back up to my room and stretched out across my bed and spent an enjoyable afternoon reading. Two of the books were illustrated with photographs of couples and groups in every imaginable position of sex-and a few unimaginable ones. The third book had no pictures, but its vivid descriptions made up for its lack of illustrations. The hours passed, and I lay there reading and looking, my cock aching and pulsating. The head of it was covered with its own lubricating juice. I thought about jacking off to relieve myself, but I remembered the promises of Brad and Liz regarding the party that evening, so I decided to save it for some real action. Beating off is always such a waste, especially when there is something live just around the comer.
"I see that you are enjoying the reading matter that Brad chose for you," I heard a voice saying.
I looked up and saw Liz standing in the doorway. Still naked, she stood there, looking at me, looking at my erection, smiling.
"Come here," I said softly, arching the center of my body up just slightly.
"No," she said. "Save it for tonight. You'll need it then, baby. I just came to give you your car parking costume."
She threw a sequined jock strap on the foot of the bed and turned to go, her lovely ass bouncing just slightly as she left the room. I remembered how Brad had plunged himself down into those mounds earlier that day, and I longed to work my way between those two lovely hunks of flesh. Instead, I watched her leave and picked up the thing she had dropped on my bed. Boy, are these people nuts about stuff like this, I thought to myself as I pulled on the tiny, sequin-covered pouch, which barely covered my sex.
Dressed for anything-or undressed for everything-I went downstairs and ran into Brad, who was also wearing a sequin strap, somewhat larger than mine.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "About seven-thirty, go down to the gate and wait for the cars to arrive. Be sure to check to see if they have an invitation. Then direct them down to the lot by the garage, so they can park."
"Do I have to wear this silly looking thing?"
"Would you rather greet our guests in the nude?"
.
"That's all right," I said.
"You look real nice," he said.
"Good enough to eat," Liz said, coming up behind me. "And I just might do that."
"Supper's ready," I said. "It's been heating all afternoon."
"I like him," Liz said. "He's clever. Don't you like our handyman, honey?"
"I love him," Brad said.
"Excuse us for a minute, baby," Liz said to me. "We have some last minute preparations to take care of."
The two of them went into the house. Again I watched Liz as she walked away from me and admired her sweet, round ass that bounced so invitingly. I imagined myself in that white flesh, ramming deep into her, feeling her pulling on me with her inner muscles. I began to grow between my legs as I visualized Liz struggling under my assault. A sequin popped off and fell onto the concrete. Stretching out full length on the warm concrete, I looked up into the sun and squinted my eyes, strange patterns formed. The hot rays of the sun burned into my excited body and increased the temperature of my desires. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Brad was shaking my shoulder.
"Time to greet our guests," he said.
"Sorry," I said. "I guess I dozed off for a minute." I got up and headed toward the driveway.
For an hour or so I directed cars toward the parking space by the garage, after checking for invitations. The people who arrived looked like variations of my employers. They all had that same Southern California skin, which had been bronzed by hours and hours in the sun. The women were mostly tall and slender and blond-at least visibly blond. They were dressed in summer clothes-slacks, shorts, light blouses-their brown skin peeping out here and there and inviting further investigation of their bodies. I could hardly wait to get the cars parked and get back to the patio. Going around naked all day, swimming in the luke-warm water, feeling Liz's body, reading the books and looking at the pictures-it had turned me into a horny bastard. So I was ready for action when I saw Brad waving for me to leave the gate and come up to the house. I ran up the lawn and approached the patio. Maybe I should have been ready for what I saw when I got there, but I wasn't. All of the people I had shown in were now naked or wearing the briefest possible costumes that only emphasized their bodies rather than covering them. Some were in the pool, others were at the bar, a few couples sat at the tables, some were milling around.
"Get yourself a drink," Brad said. "Then mix with the crowd. We're a very informal group, so introductions are not necessary."
"Fine," I said, eyeing a lusciously naked woman who was sitting by herself at one of the tables. She had her feet on the table, so I could see the silken hair that grew between her legs.
"Get yourself a drink," the woman called, realizing that I was staring at her," and come on over."
"Could I get you something from the bar?" I asked.
"No, I'm doing fine."
I walked over to the self-service bar and mixed myself a bourbon and water. For a second I wondered why Liz and Brad, who obviously could afford it, hadn't hired a bartender and a catering service. It suddenly occurred to me that they might have difficulty finding the right people for their particular style of entertaining.
"Everybody, everybody," I heard Brad yelling above the crowd, "we have some entertainment now."
I walked back over to the table where the woman with the silk hair was waiting and sat down, taking a large gulp from my drink.
"Sit down or lie down or something," Brad went on. "In just a few minutes I want to present to you the greatest acrobatic team in the world-the Jakowskies. Sparing no expense, I have brought you this fine entertainment directly from Poland. This is their first American appearance." Everyone laughed at Brad's elaborate, ringmaster announcement.
"Now," Brad said, looking out over the crowd, which was settling down, "I present the one and only, the incomparable, the super Jakowskies."
He hopped down off the stage and joined a group who was sitting at a table just to the left of the platform. His place was taken by a man and woman, probably in their early twenties. They were both wearing white costumes; the man's was a brief covering-brief even for a bikini, and the woman's was a copy of her husband's except that there was a band across her breasts. Everyone applauded as they hopped onto the stage and bowed to the waiting crowd.
"It was just sunset, and the scene was a beautiful one-at least then I thought it was beautiful. There were Chinese lanterns burning all around the patio, and there were bright spotlights directed down onto the handsome couple who were darting around the stage doing somersaults and cartwheels. The naked flesh of the audience shone in the soft light, giving the whole area a feeling of warmth and security. There was a glow about the scene that I shall always remember.
"Are they really from Poland?" I asked my table-mate.
"No, I've seen them before," she said. "I think they're from Tijuana."
"I see. By the way, what is your name?"
"Betty."
"Larry."
"Glad to know you, Larry."
My attention was drawn to the stage area again. The woman was standing on her head, and the man was on his hands and knees in front of her, pulling her bikini bottom away from her pussy. Rising as he pulled the material with his teeth up her extended legs, the man finally stood. As he had taken her covering upward, she had pulled his down. Now they were both nude, the band that had held her breasts having disappeared somewhere earlier in the act when I had been talking to Betty. The woman was still on her head, her hands planted firmly on the stage floor. Somehow the standing male managed to penetrate her cunt with his massive cock. He on his feet and she on her head, they began to fuck. Slowly her body crumpled to the floor with him on top of her. In this more traditional position, the couple continued their intercourse. All at once, the woman pulled out from underneath the male and scooted across the stage on her ass. Both of the performers were beautiful people. Their bodies were muscular and agile. Their skin was slippery with perspiration, causing them to sparkle in the intense light that shone down onto their bodies.
"My God!" Betty said. "Look what she's doing. I don't remember that from the other time I saw her. I wish I could do that. It would sure solve a lot of problems."
I looked up and watched the woman as she leaned forward and bent her head down until it rested between her legs. Rolling her head around in that place, she was either eating herself or pretending to be. Her mate stood over her, watching. With a quickness that made my head spin, he bent forward, grabbed his cock with his mouth, threw his feet into the air, and landed on his ass. Now both of them were sitting on the stage floor, their heads buried between their legs, licking their own sex organs.
"Can you do that?" Betty asked me.
"I don't know. I've never tried, but I would seriously doubt it."
In a flash, the two people moved together, ending up in the classic sixty-nine position, the man on top on the woman.
"Do you like to do that?" Betty asked. "Sure," I said, looking at her long legs, the delicious skin alive and waiting, her full breasts quivering, her red mouth open and waiting. Her whole body seemed to be waiting. As far as I was concerned it didn't have to wait any longer. "Good."
"Now?"
"Later."
"How much later?"
"Not much. Look at them now," she said.
I directed my attention toward the show once more. Apparently tired of sucking each other, the two stars were now connected at the groins, both of them standing on their heads, their legs entwined. Her breasts squashed against his hard pectorals. Her slightly protruding stomach fit into the washboard cavity of the man's stomach.
"That looks like fun," Betty said.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm not an acrobat."
The man's body began to move downward; his feet pointed toward the floor of the stage. The woman's body came with him until their connected torsos with their outstretched arms and legs formed an arch. Then the man stood up and the woman wrapped her legs around his waist, her cunt still holding onto his prick. On one foot, he hopped around the stage with her impaled on him.
"LET'S FUCK," I heard Brad yell.
Like a shot, Betty jumped up from the table and grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me up and toward her. Her soft stomach was indented by my throbbing cock as she mashed her body against mine. I could feel her breasts, made of that miraculous flesh that is so firm but yet so soft, that is so perfect but yet so human, press into my chest.
Our nipples met and stuck together with a thin layer of perspiration separating them. Then the sheet of sweat was pierced and they touched. We were all over each other, our hands going in all directions, feeling, grabbing, petting, pinching.
I looked over Betty's shoulder and saw a sight that I have recorded indelibly on my mind. Since then I have seen as much, but that night I had never witnessed such a mass meeting of bodies. Arms, legs, tits, stomachs, asses, cocks, pussies-all over the place, all under the light, all moving, beating, throbbing.
Sliding down Betty's body, my tongue ran down the canyon between her breasts, down across her stomach, stopping for just a minute at her navel, and then down into that garden of delights where the sweetest fruits grow. They were ripe and ready for the plucking as I stuck my tongue deep into what seemed like a juicy pear. With her hips she pushed me to the ground until I was lying on my back, her cunt pressed down over my face. I opened my eyes, but I could see nothing. Opening my eyes, I could see everything, for I saw the hair of her loveliest place, and that was everything. Everything I wanted. I could feel her as she moved her mouth toward my extended rod, that rod which must have been beating with passion, that rod which had waited all afternoon and evening for this moment. She had no more than circled the head of my cock with her full lips when I felt the come rise in me and explode into her mouth. I didn't care. I knew that there was a lot more from where that came. She swallowed, but she did not let my hardness free from her mouth. Not even getting limp from its premature shooting, my cock stayed in her mouth, filling it.
My tongue extended as far up into that hot place as it would go. It darted in and out and struck the magic place just above the opening, causing the woman whose body covered mine to tremble and quiver with excitement. I held that tiny button with my teeth and hit it again and again with my tongue.
"Who's he?" I heard someone say.
"You could ask Betty, but she has her mouth full," another person said.
"And she's sure not going to let go of it with you around," the first person said.
"That's our new handyman," I heard Liz say from above me. "Isn't he delightful? Eat on, you two."
I am not sure how long Liz and the two others stayed and watched. In fact I am not at all sure how long Betty and I stayed there on the ground, our faces buried in each other's crotches. I know that Betty filled my mouth with sweet fluids that I tasted and relished. And I know that I emptied myself into her a second time.
We finally fell apart, reluctantly. Sitting up on the ground, I looked around at the progress of the other guests. The couple-had disappeared from the stage, but the show had spread into the audience. A few feet from me there was a woman sandwiched in between two men, both of them buried into her two holes. Another woman stood at the side of the trio and intermittently watched the assault from behind and the assault from the front.
"That was good," Betty said, diverting my attention away from the sandwich scene. "Who taught you to eat pussy anyway?"
"Does someone have to teach you to do that?" I asked.
"You are one hell of a good cunt-eater," Betty said. "That I can say for you."
"Thank you," I said. "You do a good head job yourself."
"Thanks," she replied. "I guess I'll go mix with the crowd a little bit. It was fun." She got up and walked away from me. As I watched her ass disappear into the forest of bodies, I recalled my desire earlier that day-to fuck someone in the ass. My experience in that particular approach was somewhat limited, so I decided to broaden my horizons now that I had the opportunity. I got up from the ground and walked over to the woman who was watching the trio screw. Walking up behind her, I put a hand on each breast and pulled her ass toward my crotch. With one thrust I buried my cock deep into that tight channel. It probably hurt me as much as it did her, but the pain was a sweet anguish. Apparently her reaction was the same, for she did not try to get away from me. One of the men who was buried in the woman shot his middle finger into the cunt of the woman I was taking from behind. Then the other man joined his friends in finger-fucking my woman. All five of us were together, linked by fingers, pussies, and cocks.
"See you are enjoying yourself," I heard Brad saying from behind, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Hello there, Marybeth."
"Hi," my woman said.
"How are you doing, Brad?" one of the men asked.
"Good," Brad said. "Have fun, and I'll see you all later."
Brad must have wandered off to check on some of his other guests, for I did not hear his voice anymore. I concentrated all of my efforts on Marybeth, who was so excited by the fingering she was getting that she moved her ass so wildly I was barely able to hold onto her. But I did. And I spilled my cum into her. Down onto my knees I went and stuck my head between her legs, so that I could get to her panting pussy. When she felt my tongue down between her legs, she pushed away the hands to make room for my tongue-an instrument of greater sensitivity than hands and fingers. Her juices flowed down over my face, causing my eyes to burn. The rich flavor filled my mouth. And they covered me, delicious, steaming, delicate fluids.
I stayed there for I don't know how long. Then I felt her go limp, her tender flesh melting down onto me. When I came to my senses, I realized that I was lying at the bottom of a heap of bodies. Opening my mouth, I seized the nippled of a breast with my teeth and chewed on it. Raising my hand and extending the middle finger, I immersed it in the exotic interior of a feminine figure that was next to me.
Completely exhausted, I rose from the ground when the others lifted their bodies from mine. They wandered off, leaving me by myself. I just sat there, weak and fulfilled.
"How are you doing?" Liz asked, walking over to where I was sitting and lying down next to me.
"I am happy, happy, happy," I said, stretching out next to her. "You sure give a hell of a party."
"It is lovely, isn't it," she said as the two of us looked at the orgy in progress before our eyes.
"What happened to the couple who were performing earlier?" I asked.
"They're around someplace," she said. "Let's see if we can find them"
I helped her up from the ground, and the two of us walked over to where a crowd had formed near the stage area. When we got there, we could see the feminine member of the team. Her hands and feet touching the floor, her body in an arch, she was taking one man after another, a line having formed to her left. A man would approach her, get on his hands and knees, bury his cock into her gaping pussy, take it out, and move on. An instant later, another cock would take the place of the one which had moved on.
"I see that she's earning her money," Liz said. "I wonder what her partner is doing?"
"Maybe he's tired out," I said. "I sure as hell am. How long does this thing last?"
"Until everyone collapses in a heap," Liz said. "Then we call ambulances. Not really. Everyone just sleeps it off and goes home and rests up for the next one."
We walked on through the guests, stopping now and then to watch an especially interesting combination. Our attention was caught by one woman who had the heads of two cocks in her mouth. Somehow she was managing to suck on both of them.
"She's certainly greedy, isn't she?" Liz said as she stroked the bare ass of one of the men who was being sucked.
I walked around behind the woman and let my limp dick lie in her hair. It was exciting to feel her heavy hair on the underside of my penis, and as a result I started to get hard again.
"Let me take care of that," Liz said, taking me by the arm and leading my away from the woman and two men.
"What do you want to do?" I asked as we lay down on the grass.
"I just want to play with it," she said. "I love cocks."
"And I love pussy," I said, letting my hand run down into her moist place.
She directed me to lie back, and as I did so she moved on her knees until her body was poised just above my hard dick. Enveloped in her heated flesh, I lay back and let her ride me. She bent over and her tits flopped in my face. I tried to catch one of the nipples with my mouth, but she wouldn't let me. I know that things happened after that, but somehow when I look back on that unbelieveable evening-my initiation into sophisticated, Southern California style sex en masse-my memory always stops with the lovely Liz riding my cock as though it were a bucking bronco, swinging her delectable tits into my face, slapping the sweet flesh of her thighs into me.
I guess that was a good way to end the evening-at least my memory of it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Loves Last Fuck
Sometime the next day I awoke. I was in my own bed. I was all in one piece. I ached from head to toe. There was a brown taste in my mouth. There was a burning sensation in my groin. I moved. One foot touched the floor. Then the other foot joined it. I was in a sitting position. Slowly, ever so slowly, I got into a standing position.
For a moment, I did not know where I was. The room was strange to me as though I had never seen it before. Little by little it all came back to me. I was working for a couple of nuts in Corona del Mar-on the crown of the sea. I was their handyman. And there had been a party last night. I caused myself to go over to the window, and as I looked down onto the patio I seemed to see twisting and writhing and sweating bodies. Focusing my eyes, I could tell that what I saw were not bodies, but merely tables and chairs and glasses and bottles and clothes. If ever anyone wanted to know what a whore house looked like on Sunday morning, I could describe the scene that I saw before my very eyes, even though it wasn't Sunday morning. Well, I thought, this is what a whore house looks like on Saturday morning then.
I walked over to the closet to see if I could find something to wear, but the closet was bare. The last time I had had any clothes, I remembered, was yesterday when I fell into the pool. Somehow I had kicked off my levis in the water, and they had disappeared. Since then I had been naked or wearing that stupid, sequin pouch. I realized all at once that I was hungry, so I left my room and wandered around until I found the kitchen.
When Brad entered the kitchen, I was sitting at the table drinking some instant coffee and eating a bowl of cereal.
"I hope you don't mind," I said. "I was hungry, so I decided to help myself."
"That's all right," Brad yawned. He was wearing a transparent robe, his body visible through its folds. I wondered where in the hell they got their wild costumes. My amazement was compounded when Liz stumbled into the room, adorned in a sheer robe that was fantastically trimmed in ostrich feathers.
"Good morning, Mr. Handyman," she said. "Goddammed, I feel like shit."
"It was quite a party," I said, trying to be friendly, sensing that my employers were not in the best of moods.
"Yeh," Brad mumbled, trying to pour some hot water over powdered coffee and missing the cup.
"Let me do that," Liz said, "or you'll burn your foot or your cock or something."
"We have to go into Los Angeles this evening," Brad said when they both had managed to make some coffee for themselves, and had joined me at the table. "There's a party at the Foresters."
"Are you up to another party?" I asked.
"This will be a different type," Brad said. "Much more subdued. They live in an apartment, so they are not equipped to handle the sort of entertaining we do."
"I'll drive you in then and pick up my clothes like we said," I replied.
"I'll be ready in a few hours," Liz mumbled, getting up and heading toward the door.
"By the way, do you have some clothes I could wear into LA?" I asked. "I seem to have lost the ones I was wearing when I came out here."
"I think I can fix you up," Brad said. "Come on upstairs."
He weaved across the room and down the hallway with me right behind him. When we got to the head of the stairs, we went into a room I had not entered before. I was surprised at what I saw, for it looked like a theatrical costumer's dream. There were racks and racks of clothing in every historical period. There was one section devoted entirely to leather garments. I noticed a rack of whips as we entered another smaller room.
"Don't mind that stuff," Brad said. "That's all that's left over from Liz's leather and whip phase. She's off that now, thank God."
"You have quite a collection," I said looking at a pile of what appeared to be cowboy and cowgirl clothes.
"I like the costume thing now and then," he said, fishing around in a box on the floor, pulling out a pair of bell-bottom trousers, white with wide blue stripes, and a white, silky T-shirt. "How will this be?"
"It should be all right," I said. "I don't know for sure where my shoes are, but maybe I can find them."
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"If not, let me know," he said. "I'm going back to bed and rest for a while. Call me at six, will you, we need to start out by seven."
Without saying anything more, he stumbled out of the room and disappeared behind a rack of eighteenth-century gowns. I tried on my new clothes and decided that I looked very fashionable and handsome in my borrowed pants and shirt. I went back to my room and read some more of the books which Brad had lent me the day before. When it was six, I went up to Brad's room and awakened him. By seven-thirty, the three of us were easing our way along the Long Beach Freeway toward Los Angeles, hoping that we would survive in the madding crowd long enough to set foot on solid ground once again. Somehow we did. Brad directed me off the freeway, and we soon drove up in front of an apartment building in Westwood Village. There were already several cars parked on the street and in the driveway.
"What time shall I pick you up?" I asked.
Liz shot a quick glance at Brad.
"I think we'll just spend the night here, if that's all right with you, Brad?" She asked shyly.
"Sure thing. The Foresters are always fun for the night. Pick us up about eleven tomorrow. Why don't you come in and join the party?"
"No, thanks anyway," I said. "I need to make a social call on a girl I used to know as well as picking up my clothes."
"Go get the girl and bring her over here," Liz said. "We can always use some fresh meat."
"I'll think about it," I replied, not liking to hear the girl I knew referred to as "fresh meat."
"Have a good time, kid," Brad said. "Keep the car and pick us up tomorrow at eleven."
"Bye now," Liz said.
I watched the two of them walk up the steps to the entrance of the apartment building and wondered what kind of a night they would spend at the Forester home ... I could only imagine!
As I drove down Wiltshire Boulevard toward Santa Monica in my employer's bright red Mercedes, I thought about driving on up the coast to San Francisco or someplace. There was something about Brad and Liz that bothered me in spite of their surface politeness. Maybe I should have left the car at the apartment in Westwood Village and taken the bus to Santa Monica, escaping once and for all from their clutches, but I didn't. I guess curiosity had gotten the best of me. In a few days I was going to be wishing that I had taken the opportunity to escape, but that night as I drove along the crowded boulevard I didn't know what the next few days would bring.
I pulled up in front of the tacky apartment house where my secretary friend lived and parked the car, locking it carefully. I enjoyed the envious looks I received from passersby, who probably assumed that I was a real playboy, what with my Mercedes and my wild clothes. When I got to the door of her apartment, I knocked loudly several times because I could hear her hair-dryer buzzing. Knowing that she could hear nothing once she was ensconced under that machine, I pounded on the door with my fists until I was finally able to disturb her.
"Larry," she screamed, her hair in curlers and her latest Glamour magazine in her hands, "where the hell have you been?"
"I have a job, Julia," I said, putting my arms around her slender waist and pulling her toward me.
"Let's get out of the hallway." I looked down at her as she spoke, and I could see everything, for she was wearing one of those short nylon gowns that don't really cover up much.
"You're pretty as ever," I said, letting my hand run its course over her sweet ass. I thought about getting into that white treasure. The one time I had tried she had told me that she didn't like it. Maybe tonight, I thought, She'll want it. At least I decided to give it a try.
"Get dressed," I said as we walked arm in arm across the room and sat down on the couch, "and I'll take you out for a drink and something to eat. By the way, can I stay here tonight?"
"If you'll feed me and wine me," she said, her hand falling onto my crotch. "I like your new clothes ... they show everything. Where did you get them?"
Finding it hard to concentrate because of the way her busy fingers were rubbing me into an excited state, I finally said, "I have a job and my new employer gave them to me."
"Is he a fag or something?"
"No, no," I said. "He's married and lives in Corona del Mar and I'm the handyman at their estate. Maybe you can come down some weekend. They have a pool and everything; it would sure beat the crowded, dirty beach at Santa Monica."
"I'd love it, I really would," she said as she jumped up from the couch throwing the robe over her shoulders as she ran into the bedroom. "I'll get dressed, Larry. Just settle down and do something for a while. There's some beer in the refrigerator." An hour later we were eating seafood in a restaurant by the ocean a few miles up the road from Santa Monica. It was dark by then, and the lights from the passing cars and from the moving ships formed strange designs in the blackness of the night. Eating and talking and laughing, we sat at one of the tables next to the window, both of us unconsciously looking out at the scene spread before us.
"Why do you have to work down there?" she asked me when we had settled ourselves in a tiny booth in the bar. "You can stay with me and I could support you. Or you could get a job in LA someplace if you want to work. I miss you. I really do."
"I probably won't be down there too long," I said, tempted by her offer, for I was thinking about Bard and Liz and wondering exactly what their thing was. "I'll be back," I finally said. "And I'll see you on the weekends, and maybe you can come down and spend the weekend with me sometime."
"I'd like that," she said.
Several beers later we climbed into the Mercedes and headed for her apartment.
"Undress me," she said, "and carry me into the bedroom."
Button by button her blouse came apart and then fell to the floor. The snap came free and her bra fell forward, releasing the magnificent flesh that it was holding. I put my hands over those peaches, the hot nipples burning my palms. Sadly, I relinquished my two treasures. My hands wandered and ended up on her stomach, my little fingers buried in her navel. A snap and a zipper, and her skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes. Standing there in a brief pair of purple panties, her tanned skin lustrous in the light, she extended her arms and pulled me toward her. I breathed her and felt her and took her. Our lips met and then our tongues, plunging into the wetness of each other's mouth. I went to my knees, my tongue dragging lightly across the luscious skin of her neck and breasts and stomach until I reached the silk that covered the natural silk in the V of her legs. In my teeth I took the edge of that unnatural covering and pulled it down, giving her torrid pussy room to breathe. Down the purple material came to her knees. It was still in my teeth when it reached her ankles. She lifted one foot and stepped out of the panties-and then the other foot. I kept them in my mouth for a minute or two, sucking on the taste of the material which had so recently been against her lovely skin, its juices leaking out onto the sheer fabric. Dropping them at her feet, I let my tongue run across the tops of her feet and down between her toes. One by one I licked the crevices between her toes whose nails were painted a bright red. Up across the top of her foot again, my tongue ran. On her shin, on her knee, on her thigh, on her delicious pussy, my tongue adventured.
"Take me," she said. "Take me just like you did that first time."
I could not remember exactly what I had done that first time, but I was ready to take her right then. The shirt I was wearing went over my head and the bell-bottoms found their way to the floor. We were both naked and we embraced, nothing separating our panting, heaving bodies as they enmeshed into one sweating animal that sought one thing-pleasure. Picking her up into my arms, I walked across the living room and into the bedroom and placed her down onto the bed gently and lovingly.
She opened her legs, and I entered her treasure house. As I let my weapon sheathe and unsheathe itself again and then again in her opening, I thought to myself that this was more precious and more wonderful than the madness I had experienced the night before in the display at Brad's and Liz's party. When a person is screwing, it is hard to remember afterwards what he has been thinking about, so when it was all over-when I had pierced her deeply with my sword of white gism and when she had covered my crotch with her lovely juices and when we had collapsed together on the bed-I immediately forgot that I had vowed not to return to my new job, but to stay with this lovely girl, this Julia, who had given herself to me so completely.
"You are wonderful," she murmured into my ear, her tongue following her words.
"So are you," I said.
We fell asleep and did not awake for several hours. When we opened our eyes and looked at each other in silence, there were already rays of sun seeping into the room, half-lighting and half-coloring the white walls.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning," I said and rolled up against her back.
She had been sleeping on her side, so her back was to me. I pressed my body against hers, fitting it into the place that was made for it. My erection penetrated the canyon between her smooth-skinned ass. When the head of my pulsating one reached the tiny spot of her opening, I stopped my invasion. "No," she said. "I don't like it."
"Why not?"
"I just don't."
"Have you ever tried it?"
"No."
"How do you know that you don't like it then?" I spoke to her from the back of her head, her hair filling my mouth.
"I don't know."
I did not answer her. I just held a great piece of her hair in my mouth. When I let if free from between my lips, I ran my tongue down her back. I licked the small of her back slowly and methodically. Around and around. Up and down. Around and around. Up and down, down, down. Down, until I hit the entrance of the canyon. Down, until I hit the entrance of the place I wanted desperately to invade. The little opening expanded as my tongue -rimmed it again and again, finally penetrating it.
She did not seem to realize when I took my tongue out and put my cock in. I hasten to add that there is a difference in size. But I must have prepared her for it because she took every inch I had to offer and I think she wanted more. My finger buried itself into the richness of her pussy. At first I did not move except to work my finger. All at once she began to move wildly, madly, taking me with her, burying me into her even more deeply, giving me everything. The tightness of her opening and the contractions of the muscles made me come long before I was ready even though we had been in that wonderful position for quite some time. I guess a person is never really ready for a climax. Sometimes I wish I could screw for twenty-hours straight without anything happening. But I guess that wouldn't be possible. I'd probably be dead before the twenty hours passed. What a way to die though!
We slept again. The next time we awoke the sun was well on its way, and the room was unmistakably bright and white.
I stretched lazily and, then, turned to her.
"I have to be going," I said. "I have to pick up Brad and Liz in about an hour."
"You sure are familiar with them-Brad and Liz already," she said as she turned over on her back and watched me urinate.
"It's a very casual arrangement," I said, shaking my dick.
"I wish I had one of those," Julia said. "Honey, you don't need one of these.
What you have is what I want," I said, walking to the bed and planting a kiss on her lovely twat.
"I'm sore from that bit last night."
"Was it worth it?" I asked, cupping her breasts in my hands, "Did anyone ever tell you that you had pretty tits?"
"Yes. My doctor told me once."
"I love them," I murmured, burying my head into their softness.
"Don't leave," she said.
"I'll be back," I said. "Don't worry." I managed to get dressed after locating my clothes on the living room floor. "Did you know that we left the door open last night?"
"Horrors! I could have been raped and violated."
"I would have saved you, so that I could rape and violate you," I said.
"The old lady who lives across the hall is always worrying about somebody coming in and raping her. She has her door barred with about twenty locks and crap. If anyone ever got into her apartment and saw her, they'd never bother her."
"Maybe she would like it if someone did come in," I said, zipping up my pants and shoving my feet into my sandals.
"She'd love it," Julia said. "She said that she was going to report me because you were living here. I told her to keep her fucking mouth shut."
"What did she do?"
"Nothing," she said. "She just gasped and went back into her apartment and locked it twenty times."
I sat down beside her and looked at her tempting nakedness, thinking that I had known all three of her openings, that I had licked them and entered them and spilled my semen into them. I think that I must have loved Julia that morning, that last time I saw her. I didn't know then that it would be the last time. But that's another story.
"Maybe I'll see you next weekend," I said as I rose from the bed and walked away. I did not turn back because I was afraid that I would not leave if I did.
"Sure," she said. "I'll be here."
I wish now that I had turned and looked at her and run to her and enveloped her in my arms and in my body and made her mine. But I didn't. Regrets don't get you much of anyplace.
Walking out of the apartment building into the bright sun after having a good night's fucking made me feel as though I were on top of the world.
I climbed into the Mercedes and roared away. That was the last time I would ever visit that apartment. I didn't know it that morning. Maybe if I had stayed, things would have worked out differently. I don't know. Anyway I didn't stay, so that's that.
CHAPTER SIX
Little Niece's Nookie
A naked woman opened the door of the apartment in Westwood Village when I rang the bell.
"Good morning," she said. "I'm Rennie Forester. You must be Larry. I'm so glad to meet you.
I walked behind her down the hallway, concentrating my attention on the cheeks of her ass, which bobbed invitingly before me. I wondered when I had gotten on the ass kick, but I sure had because I wanted Rennie Forester right there in the hallway. Probably I could have had her, but I was still an innocent in a way when it came to Liz and Brad and their friends. She led me into an elegantly furnished sitting room where Brad and Liz and a man, apparently Mr. Forester, were sitting. They were also nude. A pot of coffee sat on a silver tray on one of the tables. They were drinking from delicate china cups.
"Won't you have some coffee, dear?" Rennie asked me.
"Good morning, Mr. H.," Liz said. "This is Lynn and you've already met Rennie."
"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name," Lynn said, getting up from the velvet-covered chair and walking toward me, his hand extended.
"Larry," I said. "Larry Spenser."
"Where does the 'H' come in?" he asked Liz. "Handyman," she answered. "And he is handy with screwdrivers and that sort of thing."
"Wonderful," Rennie said. "I have some screwing that needs doing. Would you like to come up to my room and get to it, Larry?"
"Come off it, Rennie," Lynn said. "Can't you see that the kid is scared to death of you?"
I just sat there, trying to look composed and trying to act sophisticated. For some reason a mental picture of my mother and father and sister and grandmother, sitting around a round dining-room table in the farmhouse on the Kansas plains, flashed into my mind. They used to sit in the papered dining room before church and have coffee. The scene in my mind's eye and the scene before my eyes were quite different.
"We ought to get going," Brad was saying. "We've got to get that mess cleaned up."
"I should have done that yesterday," I said, coming back into the room in Westwood Village, leaving the room in Kansas somewhere in the recesses of my mind.
"You were tired out yesterday, poor boy," Liz said. "You should have seen him at the party, Rennie. He really performed."
I resented being talked about in the third person as though I were so much property or a pet or something.
"I'll bet he's a nice fuck," Rennie said. "Have you had him yet?"
"I think so," Liz said. "There have been so many in and out. Have I had you yet, Mr. H.?"
"I believe so," I said, burning with resentment at the conversation. I was about ready to tell them all to go to hell and leave the room.
"You should have come to our party," Brad said.
"Mother was visiting, and we couldn't bring her," Lynn said. "She would have had a heart attack."
"It's too bad we didn't bring her then," Rennie suggested. "Lynn's mother is a bitch," she said to no one in particular. "A real, honest, absolute, complete bitch."
I wanted to say that Lynn's mother did not have anything on her, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. Brad got up and stretched and said, "It's been great, but we've got to be on our way."
"What day is this?" Liz asked.
"It's Sunday," Rennie said. "Did you want to go to church? I can lend you a hat."
"Is it June?" Liz asked.
"I believe it is," Lynn said.
"June the third?"
"Yes," Lynn said.
"What's so special about June the third?" Rennie inquired.
"Leave him alone," Lynn said as his wife sat down in my lap and began slapping my face with her tits. They were unusual frontal equipment, very long and angular, but they were interesting. I could have taken one of them in my mouth, but I decided not to when I looked at her husband.
"He's not interested in you Rennie," Liz said. "He's been out screwing and eating some fresh, young thing all night. He doesn't want a worn-out, old hag like you all over him."
"He must not be too particular if he used you," Rennie said, squirming around so that her generous ass was planted firmly in my crotch. "Besides, he has a hardon."
"What's so special about June the third?" Brad asked.
"Who said anything about June?" Liz asked "You did."
"Oh," she said. "Isn't that snot-nosed, little niece of yours arriving today from Chicago to spend the summer with us? How old is she-ten or fifteen?"
"My God!" Brad exclaimed. "I had completely forgotten about her. She's fifteen."
"There's quite a difference," Lynn volunteered, "between a ten-year-old and fifteen-year-old. Do you think she's a virgin. Jeez, I've not had a virgin for so long I wouldn't know what to do with one."
I wondered if sex was all these people ever talked about and thought about and did. Rennie was still in my lap, her buttocks literally grasping my hardon, even with the material of my pants separating it from her gyrations. I wondered what she would do if it were not for the protection, probably rip my cock out by the roots.
"She'll be here at five o'clock this evening," Brad said. "We'll go home and clean up the place and then send Larry back after her."
The next few hours were busy ones. I drove Liz and Brad back to their home and then cleaned up the mess from the party. When I finished that I roared back to the airport and picked up Brad's niece, Linda. It turned out that she was not fifteen or ten. She was twenty, and beautiful.
On the drive home the two of us did not talk much at first, but Linda managed finally to open the conversation.
"Have you been working for my aunt and uncle long?"
"No," I said. "This is my third day."
"Do you like them?"
"I'm not quite sure," I said. "They are rather strange sometimes."
"I know it," she said. "They are a lot different from my folks, who are very straight."
"This may not be any of my business, but what does Brad do for a living?"
"Nothing," she said. "He inherited a lot of money from my grandfather. My dad still runs the business, but Brad never was much of a businessman. I thought it would be fun to spend the summer with them and see how the other half lives."
"You know then about their parties and what they do?"
"No, not exactly."
"I won't say anything more," I said, "You'll have to see for yourself." I drove in silence, but I wondered if this girl knew exactly what she was getting into by visiting her Aunt Liz and Uncle Brad. It sure wasn't going to be a summer on the farm unless her relatives decided to reform, which was highly un-likely.
"What do you mean?" she insisted.
"Nothing," I said. "They just have a wild party now and then, I guess. You know-a lot of drinking and that kind of stuff."
"That doesn't bother me," she said. "It is surely beautiful out here. I hate the midwest. Have you ever been there?"
"Yeh-like for most of my life," I said, looking at the splendid picture spread out before us-the cloudless sky, the sea, the green hills that ran down to the beach. "I'm from Kansas."
"I guess about everybody ends up in Southern California sooner or later," she said.
"It's the American dream," I said, relieved that she had dropped the subject of her aunt's and uncle's social life.
"I read somewhere that if people kept moving out here that the United States would tip over into the sea."
"Don't worry," I said. "There's plenty of dead weight in the midwest to keep the continent in balance."
She laughed at my remark, and I looked into her face. It was truly a most beautiful face, high cheek-bones, white skin, deep blue eyes. Her dark hair fell free from her head down onto her shoulders. She was wearing a light, summer dress, sleeveless, and I tried to imagine what she would look like without that dress. Her breasts moved slightly as she breathed. Her lips were parted and her pure, white teeth glistened in the sunlight. I wanted to take her into my arms and rip off her dress and feel her all over.
"Watch out!" She screamed, interrupting my dream. A car had pulled out in front of us from an access road, and I had nearly hit it, my attention being diverted toward her physical beauty. The rest of the way home I watched the road, deciding not to mar the lovely creature who sat next to me, hoping that I might see her at least in a brief bathing suit. I suddenly wondered if Brad and Liz would insist she go nude and join us in swims and the general' activities of that unreal household on the crown of the sea. I hoped so.
"Here we are," I said as I directed the car down the driveway and parked it in front of the garage.
"Linda," I heard Brad calling. "It's wonderful to see you." He ran across the lawn-he was actually wearing clothes-and embraced her. "My but you have grown since I saw you last. Liz says you are fifteen."
"I'm twenty," she said.
"Time does fly," Liz said as she approached the three of us. "You don't look a day over fifteen. I wish I could say that for myself."
Liz, Brad, and Linda walked on into the house-Liz was dressed also-and I carried Linda's bags into the upstairs room just down the hall from where I was staying. When I dropped off the luggage, I went back to my room and undressed and lay down on the bed, assuming that I would not be needed any further. I was tired out from the night before and from all the rushing around that day. When I heard voices in the hallway, it took me just a minute to wake up from my half-sleep.
"Come on in here," I could hear Liz saying. "But I don't want to," Linda said. It sounded as though she were sobbing.
"I don't give a damn what you want," Liz said. "I said to get your ass in his room and I mean it." I heard something which sounded like a whip hitting bare skin.
"Please," Linda screamed. "Just let me out of here. I want to go home. I didn't know it would be like this. Stop it."
"You won't get hurt, Linda," I could hear Brad saying, "if you'll be cooperative."
The door to my room flew open. Liz and Brad-both of them had shed their clothes by now-were pulling Linda, who was also nude, into the room.
"See, he's all ready for you," Liz said. "He was expecting you. You mustn't keep him waiting."
"I didn't know anything about all of this," I protested, not wanting Linda to think that I was involved in their cruelty.
"Now, now, Larry," Brad said. "We don't have to try to fool Linda anymore. She's our prisoner now, and we're going to do anything we want to her."
"What about her father?" I asked.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Liz said. "Besides Linda won't tell him anything. Will you, Linda?"
Linda did not answer. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I looked down at her beautiful body, perfect in every feature, except for the welts which had been raised by the whip. Liz took her by the hands and held her to the floor while Brad grasped her ankles. Stretched out before me, her exquisite, white nakedness staring me in the face, I was suddenly attracted to her. She looked so helpless, so frightened, so alone. I wanted to comfort her. I guess I wanted to fuck her as well, for I suddenly had a hardon, and it did not take any persuasion from Linda's captors for me to get onto my hands and knees over her, lie down between her outstretched legs, and bury my ramrod into her unwilling pussy. As I look back on that ugly scene that late, warm Sunday evening on the third of June, I am really ashamed of myself for going along with Liz and Brad. I should have done something to free Linda from her relatives. But I paid for it later on.
"Make her a wheelbarrow," Brad ordered.
I knew what he meant, but I pretended not to hear him or to understand him.
"Stand up," he ordered. "Get your hands under her butt and walk her around the room. Linda, wrap your legs around him and put your palms on the floor. How do you like it?"
She did not answer him, and I did not say anything in reply either. But we both followed his orders. I had only screwed a girl that way once, so I found it rather exciting once we got going. Even Linda seemed to relax as we went around and around the room, her soft pussy engulfing the rod on which she was impaled.
"Stop that," Brad said, sensing somehow that I was about ready to come. I did not stop. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me away from Linda, causing me to lose my hold on her. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.
"I want you to suck him," Brad ordered.
"But," I started to protest.
"Suck him," he insisted.
"But I don't know how," Linda said.
"It's about time you learned, honey," Liz said. "It's really not very difficult. Come on, Larry, put it into her mouth."
I followed Liz's orders, partly because I wanted to and partly because I was afraid of the whip she was brandishing in one of her hands. I forced Linda's mouth open and just put in the head. She did not do anything.
"Come on, Linda, suck it," Liz said. "Like this." She pushed Linda's head away and took my cock into her mouth. All of it disappeared deep into her throat. I will have to admit that if anyone wanted to take lessons on blow jobs, Liz would have been the logical choice for a teacher. Apparently Linda was not truly interested in learning the fine art of cocksucking because she did not watch Liz as she finished me off. I became excited in the last few seconds and buried my trembling and overheated body deep into the flesh of the feminine forms that were beneath me. It was hard for me to tell where Linda left off and Liz began. I held a breast in each hand. My mouth was on another one. I let go of a breast and ran my hand down the stomach that was attached to the breast. I touched a head. It was Brad. He was licking his niece's pussy. In spite of herself, Linda was reacting to her uncle's skilled tongue. Everything became confused after that. I shot bullets of semen into Liz and screamed out in anguish as she continued to take my now tender prick deep into her throat. My finger was wet with the oozing from her pussy. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
"You all make me sick," Linda screamed out all at once. Something must have happened-maybe Brad had tried to get into her and she came to her senses. It's hard to say. Linda stood up and looked down at the three of us, who were sprawled out on the floor. "You make me sick. I'm going to leave right now."
"You won't get far without any clothes on, baby," Liz called after her.
"I'll call the police and have you arrested for indecent exposure," Brad said, laughing at his own joke.
Liz jumped up from the floor and followed Linda down the hallway. Again the sound of the whip against the skin echoed through the upstairs.
"You little bitch," I could hear Liz screaming, "get the hell into your room and stay there until we need you again."
A door slammed. Liz came back into the room, still holding onto the whip.
I got up from the floor and slipped under the bedspread, trying to get some protection in case she decided to use the damned thing on me.
"Mr. Handyman," she said. "Don't you try anything smart with that little bitch, or you'll be in trouble."
"I don't think we should have treated her like that," I said defensively.
"It's really none of your business," Liz said, snapping the whip in my direction. "Come on, Brad, let's go to bed."
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I wanted out. I wanted to rescue Linda. I wanted to return to Julia. I finally fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All Plugged Up
"That's it. Hold it up like that," Brad said as he focused the camera down between Linda's legs, which were pointing toward the ceiling. I sat across the room and watched.
"Now, honey, get on your hands and knees," Brad said. "I want to get a shot of your ass." She followed his orders in silence. As I looked at her ass sticking up in the air with Brad's camera trained on it, I had trouble suppressing a desire to go over and stroke that tender skin. Some of the welts from Liz's whip the day before still showed. I wanted to run my tongue over them and make them go away.
That morning Brad had awakened me, and I had helped him clean the pool. He did not mention the episode of the night before with Linda. I thought about making a run for it and getting away from the place. Maybe I could take Linda with me and send her back to Chicago to the safety of her straight parents. When we finished with the pool, we ate some lunch and then went up to Linda's room where she had apparently been locked up all night and all morning.
A tray of uneaten food sat outside the door. She did not speak when we came into the room.-Brad had told me to stay there with her while he went to get his camera. He returned in a few minutes, and the rest of the afternoon had been spent in taking pictures of Linda and me together in all sorts of wild poses and of Linda alone. As I sat and watched, cameraman Brad was concentrating on taking closeups of various portions of Linda's anatomy. Linda was not saying anything-only following his directions and exposing herself in any manner he wanted. It looked as though she was performing in some sort of trance. When I had touched her skin earlier in the duo shots, I was surprised at how cold she was even though it was warm in the room.
"That's nice, huh," Brad said as he patted Linda on the ass. I looked up and noticed that she was still on her hands and knees. Brad was standing over her, his cock outstretched and waving of its own volition in the air. It would not have surprised me any.
"Yeh, sure is," I muttered, actually agreeing with Brad, but not wanting to show it. I thought about overpowering him and grabbing Linda and running for the gate that led to the freedom of the street.
"Come here, Larry," he said. "Get up here and get that prick of yours into her buns. I want to take a picture of you two. A little something for my scrapbook."
"Don't you have enough pictures now?" I asked. "I think Linda is tired out." I had not moved from my chair.
"I'll decide when she's had enough," he shouted. "Now get up here and do what I tell you."
I rose slowly from the chair and got onto my hands and knees behind Linda, resting my cock in between her buns, not trying to make an entry. Her skin was still cold, and she trembled as I touched her. I did not feel as though my touch repulsed her. I wanted to hold her and comfort her and tell her that everything would be all right. I placed my hands on her breasts and pulled her close to me. She was stiff and unresponsive. That was the first time I had ever been with a woman who reacted that way to me, and it was a terrible experience.
"That's great," Brad said. I could hear the camera click, so I started to get up. "No, no," he said. I want to get a few more of this pose. Stay where you are."
I closed my eyes and held onto the icy body that was beneath me. The camera clicked several more times.
"All right, you can relax now," Brad said. Linda fell down onto the bed on her stomach and buried her head into the pillow. I lay down beside her, also on my stomach. When I turned my face toward her to say something, she turned away.
"That's pretty," Brad said. "Hold still." Again the camera clicked.
"I wonder which one of you I should fuck," Brad said. "You both look delicious."
I felt his hand on my back, and I felt it run down between the crack of my cheeks.
"I think I'll take you, Larry. Screwing my niece would not really be very nice-incest and all. Would that be incest?"
"I don't know," I said, jumping up from the bed and pushing back toward the wall. "You're not going to touch either one of us, you filthy bastard," I shouted.
"Now, now, Larry," he said, "don't get upset." Just then, catching me off-guard, he rammed his knee into my crotch, spreading the most grueling pain through my body that I had ever experienced. I fell back onto the bed, bent double, trying not to scream out.
"Turn over, Larry," Brad said, "and spread out your legs."
"Fuck you," I mumbled, trying to regain my strength enough to fight off this monster.
"No, you," he said, pushing me down onto the bed and climbing onto me. I raised up with all of the strength I could summon and he landed on the floor.
"So, you're going to get tough," he said. "I guess I'll just have to get Liz to help me. I'll be right back."
He ran out of the room, locking the door behind him. I limped over to the window and watched him run across the patio and enter the section of the house where Liz was.
"He'll be back," Linda said.
"Maybe we could jump out the window," I said. She got up from the bed and looked out of the window and down on the concrete below.
"I wouldn't want to try it," she said.
"We'll watch for them to come back, and I'll stand behind the door and hit them both over the head when they come in."
"I'm sorry about everything," Linda said. "I thought you were connected with them last night and even this afternoon until Brad tried to fuck you."
"I should apologize," I said, looking around the room for something heavy enough to strike Liz and Brad on the head with when they returned. I was not having much success. "I should have done something last night, but I guess I went along with them because I wanted you. I didn't know how far they would go."
"What about using that vase over there?" Linda asked. "I'll forgive you if you will help me get away from this madhouse."
"Don't worry. I'll help both of us to escape. Are they coming yet?"
"Yes," she said, terrified, "and you better not try anything because Liz has a gun."
"My God!" I exclaimed, my ass already sore from the thought of Brad ramming his cock down into it. I had never done that sort of thing, and I was not about ready to begin. "I guess I'm about to lose my virginity," I said, trying to joke about it.
"I guess that's better than getting shot," Linda said.
"I'll tell you afterwards," I said, terrified at what was going to take place in a few seconds.
Apparently Brad and Liz had decided to let me sweat out my forthcoming punishment, for they certainly took their time in getting to the room. Linda and I did not talk much as we sat in our cell and waited for our jailers.
"How did you happen to start working for them?" Linda finally asked.
"I answered an advertisement in the paper. Needless to say, the ad didn't include all of the duties."
"Maybe we can talk him into doing something else instead of doing THAT to you," she said.
"Let's hope. Jeez, I feel as though someone were coming after me to take me to my execution. I wish they'd get here and we could get the whole thing over with."
We sat in the room for several more minutes, waiting, wondering, hoping. I do not think I have ever spent a more miserable ten minutes, or however long it was, in my life. It seemed like ten hours.
The key turned in the lock and Brad entered the room. Liz was behind him, waving the pistol around.
"Heard you were giving hubby some trouble," she said.
The affectionate term 'hubby' somehow seemed ridiculous when Liz used it to describe the ass that was her husband.
"Are you ready?" Brad asked.
"Come over here, Linda," Liz said. "Brad will need the whole bed. Once he gets started, he really tears the place up."
Linda got up from the bed and sat down on the floor next to Liz, who had pointed out the place to Linda with her gun.
"On your stomach-on the bed," Brad said, holding his hard dick with his hand and waving it toward me. As I lay down and buried my head in the pillow, I caught a glimpse of Linda and Liz as they sat across the room. The cruel smile on Liz's face terrified me. She was scratching her pussy with the end of the gun. Maybe the thing will go off and blast her to hell, I thought. Linda looked at me longingly as though to tell me that she would do something, anything, if she possibly could. I closed my eyes.
Brad rubbed my back, massaging the muscles, and I began to relax in spite of myself. I tried to think of other things to take myself far out of that room ... far away from that bed. I thought about sun-filled days in Kansas, warm meals in the kitchen on the table with the oil-cloth that always smelled, Bible reading with my grandmother, my first kiss that evening when I was fourteen and had walked the Clancy girl home. I felt something between my legs. It was Brad-that part of Brad that I hated and loathed and feared. It came up the canal and touched me on the sphincter. I tensed my body and closed myself to him. He pushed on me, but he was not welcome.
"Come off it, Larry-kid," Brad said. "You're only going to get yourself hurt. Relax, or I'll ram it down into you and tear you to bits."
"Brad, please don't do it to him," I heard Linda cry. "You can have me-do anything you want to with me."
"How terrible-your own uncle," Liz was saying as I lay there underneath Brad, my body squashed down onto the bed by his weight. He still had not entered me, but I could feel him, waiting.
"I'm going to tell your father that you propositioned your uncle," Liz went on. "I think you are a cheap little tart."
"You kill me, Liz," Brad said, his body shaking with laughter. "Isn't Liz funny, Larry?"
"A scream," I muttered.
"Ready or not," Brad screamed. "Here I come!"
The phone rang.
A bell that summons me to heaven or to hell, I thought to myself.
"I'll get it on the hall extension," Liz said. "Wait till I get back, sweet, to get the handyman's cherry. I don't want to miss anything."
Liz ran out of the room toward the ringing phone.
Brad continued to lie on top of me.
I turned my head and opened my eyes and saw Linda huddled on the floor. I tried to get her attention, but she did not look in my direction.
Bounding into the room, Liz screamed, "Get up from there this instant. Guess who's down at the bus depot?"
"Marquis de Sade?" Brad asked.
"Better than that," Liz said. "A thousand and one times better than that."
"Well, who then? Oscar Wilde?"
"No, but you're getting warm."
"I know," Brad said. "It's Jack the Ripper."
"You'll never guess, so I won't give you your entire twenty questions."
"Well, who is it?"
"Peter Gross."
"Peter Gross," Brad yelled out and jumped up from my outstretched form, taking his own gross peter from between my legs. I breathed again.
"He just got into town."
"Let's go get him," Brad said, dancing around the room. He grabbed Liz and held her against him. "Good old Peter Gross."
"You kids stay here until we get back," Liz said as she and Brad backed out of the room. The door closed, the key turned, and the two of us were left in the room. Even though we were together, we were still alone.
We waited for them to return-with Peter Gross-whoever the hell he was.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Take It Up The Ass, Girlie
That evening I learned who Peter Gross was. Linda and I were left locked in the room until seven o'clock when Brad arrived carrying clothes for us to put on to wear to dinner. He must have raided his costume storehouse, for he brought Linda a cowgirl outfit and me an eighteenth-century costume. He was wearing a silk shirt and a pair of sparkling pants. I guess you could call them that-the crotch had been cut out in order for his sex equipment to hang out prominently. After he left the room, we had gotten dressed and gone down to dinner.
I sat at the table in the candlelight and looked across the table at Linda, who picked at her food and stared down into her lap. The blouse she was wearing had places in it for her breasts to protrude, so I looked for a long time at those two lovely, white things with their points of pink, made even more mysterious in the flickering light of the candles. Against the deep wine of the material from which her breasts seemed to grow, they seemed even more exquisite, more perfect, more desirable.
Looking down at my plate, I caught a glimpse of my own lap. Like Brad's pants, mine were minus a crotch; so I moved my napkin slightly in order to cover myself. Peter Gross sat next to me. A tall man in his early thirties, he was wearing nothing except a loin cloth. I guess you could call it that. There was a hole in it near the top and his massive organ came out of it. The rest of the material served as a background for the stick of alabaster. The pink material of the cloth matched the pink of the immense glans. I had never seen anything like Peter Gross's cock. I was wondering if his name was for real. Maybe he was born with the thing full-grown, and his parents decided to name him appropriately.
At either end of the table Brad and Liz sat. She was wearing a clear plastic dress with things written on it. Her bronzed body shone under the material, and in the soft light it looked as though her body had been written on.
The effect was quite interesting.
I tried to eat, but the food grew heavy in my mouth. It may not have been entirely my emotional condition that caused me to be unable to eat. I think my lack of appetite was brought on partially by the food. Obviously, cooking was not one of Liz's attributes. The unholy mixture in my plate was a dark grey with an occasional spot of green pieces-of uncooked peppers that she must have thrown in as an afterthought. Her salad contributions had been cutting up a head of lettuce in five pieces and pouring some bottled dressing on it. I swore that there was a worm on my salad. I decided to let him have it. Somewhere in the background, I heard voices.
"I wore this dress to a party at the Forester's," Liz was saying. "Anyway, I asked everyone to write his favorite dirty word on it. Wasn't that something?"
"I must read it sometime," smiled Peter.
Somehow, we got through the meal and retired to the living room. As we entered the huge room with its cathedral ceiling, I thought that it would be a wonderful place to spend a quiet evening, but I knew that that was wishful thinking with this crew.
"Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, Linda?" Liz asked as Peter removed his loin cloth and displayed his giant cock in its full glory. Linda turned away. "I love it," Liz said, getting onto her knees in front of him and taking it into her mouth. Several inches disappeared but there were still several inches left on the outside. Liz let go of her treasure. "You know," she said, "this is the only cock I've never been able to take all the way in my mouth."
"I consider that a compliment, Liz," Peter said, "for I imagine that you have worked over quite a few."
"A few thousand," Liz said laughingly, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. "Get undressed," Brad said to Linda and me. We followed his orders, and before long there were five naked people in the elegantly furnished room, our bodies adding to the decor.
"What would you like to do first, Peter?" Liz asked as she stretched out across the couch, one leg downward so that her foot was on the floor and the other leg resting on the back of the couch. Peter did not answer. Instead he got onto his hands and knees in front of Liz and buried his head into her hairy V. I stood and watched as he ate her. Liz's body seemed to move in circles as his tongue worked around and around in her most sensitive of spots. His head ground itself down into her, the strong muscles of his neck and back flexing.
"Why don't you two sit down?" Brad said to Linda and me. We sat down and watched Liz and Peter. Brad stood beside them for a while, not doing anything. Then Liz pulled him toward her by getting hold of his hard cock. Her mouth covered that hardness. This went on for I don't know how long. Relieved that the three of them were leaving us alone, Linda and I sat on the couch and smiled at each other. As I looked at her nakedness, I admired her anew. The complete roundness of her breasts, the angular smoothness of her stomach, the soft deliciousness of her thighs, the hairy sweetness of her pussy. They were all so close to me, but yet so far away. If only we had met under different circumstances, I kept thinking.
"Yeeeeoow," Brad said, his groin beating into Liz's face. Liz was shooting her body up into Peter's face. He finally held her down with his huge hands. His head almost seemed to disappear as Liz wrapped her legs around him. Cries, groans, screams, moans emanated from that couch where the three of them were wrapped together. Silence came from our couch as we watched them. There is something strange about watching other people have sex. The sounds and the postures seem ridiculous when you are just sitting there observing. I'm sure that I have looked and sounded as ridiculous as the next person when I have been in that unconscious world of sexual release, but I've never been able to see myself, so I can't judge. Anyway, the scene before Linda and me was too much. After all the fireworks had died away, the three of them fell apart and lay half on the couch and half on the floor.
"That was a good beginning," Peter said. "Now let's get into something else, something bigger."
"There's nothing bigger here than you," Liz said.
"Young lady," Peter said, approaching Linda, "you are very quiet."
Linda did not answer.
"Don't be rude to our guest, Linda," Liz said.
Peter was standing directly in front of Linda, his unreal erection jutting out from his body for a foot or so. It nearly touched Linda on the nose. I thought about getting up and pushing the monster away from her, but as I looked at his size and his muscles, I decided that I had better not try anything-at the present anyway.
"Get up, Linda," Peter said, "and come over here with me."
Linda got up and followed him across the room.
"Now, Linda, lie down here on the floor on your stomach." She started to lie down as he had directed. "No, no," he said. "Lean over this ottoman."
He kicked a giant stool, which he called an ottoman toward her. Linda seemed to fall over it, her round ones squashing down against the leather. Her feet touched the floor and she pressed her legs together. Hanging over the side, her arms and hands just dangled lifelessly. Peter walked over to her and spread her legs apart forcefully with his hands.
"Do you have some lubricant?" Peter asked. "Not vaseline, please. It's so messy and it doesn't break down. I want something that makes some allowance for the natural juices."
"Heavens, yes, Peter," Liz said laughingly. "We have something. We keep a little set in every room-just in case. Be prepared and all of that you know." As she talked she walked over to a chest and pulled out a drawer, taking out a small, silver jar and a large towel. "I think you'll like this, Peter," she said, handing him the jar and towel.
"Thank you, Liz," he said, opening the jar and sticking his fingers into the oil. When his fingers were covered, he pierced Linda's ass. She screamed, but he did not pay any attention to her. He continued to apply oil into the soft place he was undoubtedly planning to invade. I sat and watched, wondering what I should do. Knowing that I could not sit by casually and watch Linda be tom apart by this man with the monstrous cock, I jumped from the couch and grabbed Peter, throwing him to the floor. Now that he was down, I went after him, but just as I was about to plant my foot between his legs, Brad and Liz grabbed me from behind and pulled me off balance. I landed on the floor, my head hitting the edge of a table. For a second or two I was stunned.
"I guess we'll have to tie you down," I heard Liz saying above me. "We don't want anyone ruining the show. You hold him down, boys, and I'll run up and get something to keep him in line."
Peter grabbed my legs and Brad grabbed my wrists. I had been lying on my back-that was the way I had landed-but they threw me over onto my stomach as though I were a sack of potatoes. I landed on the floor again with a thud.
When Liz returned, the two men picked me up and laid me across a six-foot long coffee table, securing my ankles and wrists to the legs of the table with leather straps. I was helpless.
"You just lie there and watch," Peter said, turning away from me, his gigantic one slapping against his leg. He approached Linda, who still lay across the ottoman. Again he stretched her legs apart and again he lubricated her ass. I should have closed my eyes, but I was afraid to. Liz was standing over me, a whip in hand. In fascination and horror, I watched Peter get onto his knees and move toward the inner area of Linda who lay limply before him. Brad was standing over his niece and his friend, smiling, bending over to watch, running his fingers up and down the lovely skin of Linda's faultless back.
She screamed a piercing scream that seemed to shake the house. He must have made his entry into her, his giant bulb tearing and ripping at the sensitive membranes in her virgin hole.
There was silence.
Again she shrieked.
His body moved again, just before the horrible sound came from Linda. He must have buried another inch of that enormous column into her.
There was silence.
And then a moaning sound filled the room to overflowing. The sound ran across the floor and up the walls and out the windows into the yard and up the stairway. There was no more silence.
"Calm down," Liz said, going over to Peter and Linda and looking down between them. "He has at least six or seven more inches to go." She bent over and began to press her tongue against Peter's nipples, first one and then the other. He put a hand on Liz's back. It wandered down until it held the softness of her ass. Then one of the fingers-and it was a big finger-shot out and disappeared into Liz. She moaned in pleasure.
His body moved again. Linda screamed and screamed. His hugeness was working its way into her. The pain must have been terrible. I could not see her face, but I could imagine the expression. Thinking about my close call with Brad this afternoon, it suddenly occurred to me that I too could feel the assault of Peter Gross. Maybe I was next as soon as he finished with Linda.
The combination of Linda's anguish and Liz's delight as they expressed their feelings in moans and screams and groans and shrieks made strange music. I looked directly at Peter's back. It was straight and still. How long he stayed this way, I don't know. It was hard to measure time that evening. His hand moved wildly in Liz's ass. Her tongue moved wildly across his chest. I had lost sight of Brad. And then I saw him. He was kneeling at Linda's head. Even though I could not tell for sure, I knew that he had forced his horny dick into her mouth. Her screams had been replaced by choking sounds.
Sometime soon, Peter's back began to move. At first it moved very slowly, but then, the speed increased. Linda was being stabbed again and again, clubbed in fact, by his baseball bat dick. Her tender body was ripped open from within. Her mouth was filled with Brad's flesh. She was choking and trying to scream. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and horror that she must have felt. Fortunately, I was so concerned with her problem that I did not think about what might happen to me when the gruesome trio were finished with her.
I closed my eyes and tried to close my ears. But the sight before me-the three bodies over and around and in Linda and her patches of white flesh showing through-was carved indelibly on my mind. Closing my eyes could not block it out. I did not want to hear Liz as she squealed in pleasure. I did not want to hear Brad and Peter as they carried on a running commentary of their progress in violating Linda. I did not want to hear Linda's muffled protests and her choking sounds.
"She's tight," Peter said. "I don't know when I've had an ass this tight. It feels great."
"Remember that little girl in Paris that night," Brad said. "Stop biting you little bitch. She's a real meat grinder. I'm going to bear her teeth marks forever. Just suck baby Linda, don't bite."
"That night in Paris was the night we met, wasn't it?" Peter said. "How many years ago was it?"
"Five," Liz contributed. "Five years ago. I'll always remember that night. You took me in the ass and it hurt me so bad that I couldn't sit down for a week. Then you took me in the cunt and that hurt so bad that I couldn't sit down for another week."
"Your niece is nice," Peter said. "She's tighter than you were, Liz."
"I'd had some practice, but not with the likes of you," she said. "Get your finger in a little deeper, baby."
"I'll let you have it before I leave," Peter said. "Just for old time's sake. Give me a little bounce, honey. Fucking you is like fucking a sack of flour. A little rhythm, baby. It won't hurt so much that way."
I don't know if Linda gave him the rhythm he wanted or not because I sort of faded out at that point. The next thing I knew Liz was standing over me and tickling my back with her whip.
"What shall we do with pretty boy here?" she said.
"Peter, would you like to fuck him?" Brad asked. "I was about ready to this afternoon when the phone rang. Remember, Larry, you were saved by the bell."
I didn't answer. I tried to suspend myself somewhere, anyplace but in that room with those people. I did open my eyes and look to see where Linda was. She was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Blood was smeared on her otherwise white buttocks, marring their beauty. She was crying softly. I wanted to go to her and hold her in my arms. Pulling at my bindings did no good. The knots were tied firmly, and my resistance only caused the leather to cut into my wrists and ankles.
Just then something struck me across the back. The pain was tiny at first, but then it spread in ten thousand directions, coursing through my body, exploding in my brain, again it struck me.
"Let's just give him a good whipping," Peter said. "I want to save myself for Liz here. Maybe tomorrow I can get to the young man."
"Sorry, Larry, you'll just have to wait your turn to feel Peter's peter," Liz said.
The whip hit me again with greater force this time. She must have handed it to one of the men who was flailing me with all of his strength. After a while the pain became so intense that it did not seem real. It was there, but it wasn't. I began to sink into unconsciousness. My body burned and ached and bled under their assault. Again and again the whip hit my skin. But I quit feeling. Somehow, I must have fallen asleep, or lapsed into total unconsciousness.
Slowly I opened my eyes. Was this body mine? The body I had always treasured and had not abused in any manner was now one mass of seething pain. What was there in front of me?
I couldn't make it out at first, but then the picture became clearer. There was a woman lying on the floor, her legs stretched far apart. Another woman had her head buried in the lying woman's pussy. The woman, who was on her hands and knees, was being assaulted from behind by another man who was on his knees, his length of hard flesh obviously buried in the feminine figure before him. Protruding between this man's legs was the top of another make body. He had his form arched up so that it was pressed against the woman he was underneath.
Bit by bit I constructed the pieces. Linda was lying on the floor with Liz eating her cunt. Liz, on her hands and knees, was receiving Peter's grand thing in her ass. Somehow Brad had gotten underneath them and was screwing his wife. It was quite a scene. I watched without shame. The novelty of it all fascinated me and for a moment or so I forgot the reality of the situation. I wanted to get up from my table and join in with the others in the fun. The pain of the whipping had stimulated me in a strange way, and as I followed the others' progress I became more and more excited. Some years later I was to use what I learned that night to great advantage, but that's another story.
Anyway I lay there and watched the quartet, but after a while the pleasure was gone. It would have been all right if Linda had been a consenting party, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with pity for her as she lay there on the floor, squirming-possibly in delight-under her aunt's ministrations. I recalled the innocent girl I had picked up at the airport barely twenty-four hours earlier. Well, she had said that she was tired of her straight parents and wanted some excitement. She was getting it all right. They continued their four-way pleasure. For some reason I started to think of Julia and the wonderful night we had spent together during the past weekend. I decided then and there that I would go back to Julia as soon as I got free from the clutches of Brad and Liz-and their friend, Peter Gross.
I tried to form a plan that would take Linda and me out of this house and to safety. I could put her on a plane for Chicago and, then go to Santa Monica and see Julia. We would both live happily ever after. The prospects of that seemed dim at that particular moment. I was tied down to a coffee table and Linda was underneath the three sex fiends.
One by one they finished.
A few minutes later I found myself in my bed, having been dragged to my room by Brad and Peter. My back was a mass of pain, and I could not find a comfortable position in order to go to sleep even though I was exhausted. I was wondering what had happened to Linda; she still had been lying on the living room floor when the two men had untied me and taken me out of the room. Liz had not moved from her position between Linda's legs, still biting and eating and sucking, even though Linda was begging her to stop. From my own experience with pussy eating, I knew that there was a point when the woman wanted it to cease. Obviously, Liz was not planning to stop soon. Instead she was going to torture Linda by giving her an overdose of pleasure.
I got out of the bed and looked down at my ankles. There were burns on both of them where the leather straps had cut into the skin. My wrists were the same. I stood with my back to the mirror and turned my head around to examine my wounds. They were there all right, and they were real. I wondered if I would be scarred forever. I walked over to the window and looked down at the patio and the pool. There was a full moon and it was reflected on the still water that was surrounded by the colored concrete. The shrubbery all around the patio-the flowering tree, the palms, the other greenery-added to the picture. It was indeed tranquil and beautiful.
I thought for a moment how misleading the scene was. It was just like life in a way. Sometimes everything looked peaceful on the outside, but inside it was a volcano. The exterior of that house and its grounds were beautiful all right, but what went on inside-and I could only imagine what was happening at that very moment-made me shudder.
As I lay down on my stomach across the bed, not even permitting the sheet to touch my sensitive back, I wondered why sex had to be made into something brutal and ugly when it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Why couldn't it always be the way it was with Julia the other night? What had happened to people like Liz and Brad and Peter to turn them into such monsters? I vowed then that I would never misuse sex, never make it brutal, never make it ugly. Since then I have never intentionally broken my vow.
Eventually I must have fallen asleep, for when I opened my eyes again the light of the moon had been obliterated by the stronger rays of the morning sun.
CHAPTER NINE
Fuck Me, I Love You
The pain was still there. It was a new day. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The roar of the ocean was in the background. But the pain was still there. It was left over from the night before. I tried to move from the bed, but I finally gave it up, for each time I moved a muscle I was overcome with stabbing sensations.
I heard a key in the door. The door opened. I wondered which one of the three it was and what new tortures they had thought up for the new day. "Larry," a voice said.
It was a woman's voice. But it was not Liz who was standing over me, stroking my neck gently.
"How did you get in here?" I asked Linda. "Liz dropped the key to your door last night when she threw me into my room. She must have really been worked up because, also, she forgot to lock my door.""
"Let's get out of here," I said, starting to get up, but falling down again into a heap on the bed. "My back hurts so bad that I can't move."
"I brought some salve in with me to put on your back."
"Where did you get it?"
"Remember Liz said that they kept some stuff in every room like that ointment or oil that Peter used on me last night. Well, I just looked around my bedroom and found it."
"How are you doing this morning?"
"All right," she said. "I'm plenty sore, but I took a hot bath last night, and I feel better this morning."
Her fingertips rubbed my back lightly. The oil that she spread around on my wounds relieved some of the pain, and I was finally able to move. I got up from the bed and walked around the room a couple of times, stretching my legs and arms, trying to get the circulation going once again.
"Do you feel better?" Linda asked. I looked at her for the first time. She had a sheet tied around her, sort of like a sarong. Following her suggestion, I picked up the sheet from the floor-the one I had thrown off last night-and tied it around my waist.
"I wonder if the gruesome threesome are still sleeping," I said.
"I haven't heard anyone."
"Let's get out of here, then."
I started toward the door.
"Can we walk down the street in sheets?"
"This is Southern California, Linda. Nobody will notice. They'll just think that we belong to some sort of religious group."
"Let's hope so."
I opened the door and we stepped into the hallway. Tiptoeing across the floor that led to the stairway, we barely breathed.
There was a splash from the pool that resounded through the house.
"Come on in," Peter yelled. "The water's great."
There were two more splashes.
"Is there any other way to the street except by going across the patio?" Linda asked.
"I don't think so," I said. "But let's go into this room and see if we can get down the side of the house and then sneak around."
We walked into an unused bedroom and looked out the window. The view from the window was magnificent, but that did not help us much. This side of the house was just an extension of the cliff that rose from the sea below. Several hundred feet down from where we stood, there was a beach. Its white sand sparkled in the sun, making it look most inviting.
"I wish we were down there," I said, remembering my visit to the beach on my way to the interview for this crazy job. "But I guess we wouldn't be in much condition to enjoy it by the time we got down there."
"What shall we do now?"
"You go back to your room, and I'll go back to mine. They'll get tired of swimming after a while and go into the kitchen and eat a snack. They do eat occasionally."
"That stuff we had last night was terrible," Linda said. "I'm starved."
"When we get out of here, we'll go eat and eat and eat," I said. "That is, after we call the cops and have your aunt and uncle and their friend put in jail for life."
"I'll see you later," Linda said as we left the room and went back into the hallway. "I hope."
"I hope," I repeated, turning and hurrying back into my room, clutching the key in the palm of ray hand. When I got to my room, I went to the window immediately to see what the three people were doing.
Peter was standing on the diving board, his immensity shooting out from his body. Liz was on her hands and knees, her head buried in his ass. Camera in hand, Brad was taking pictures of the display on the diving board. Liz's head moved down between Peter's legs until she was holding his massive scrotum in her mouth. Down onto his knees Peter went, burying Liz beneath him.
Every pose was recorded faithfully by Brad, who was snapping away like mad.
Turning his body inch by inch, Peter finally buried his tongue into the opening between Liz's outstretched legs. They continued this way for a while. Then they fell into the water. I am not sure if it was an accident or not, but they did fall in. They did not surface for quite a while, and I was in hopes that they had drowned. Unfortunately, they did come up, still entwined in their sixty-nine.
"I'm hungry," I heard Brad say, throwing down his camera, apparently bored with the picture taking.
'This is our chance,' I thought to myself, assuming that they would go inside to eat.
"Go make us some coffee and bring out that bowl of fruit," Liz yelled, her mouth free of Peter's dick.
I watched as Brad went inside to carry out Liz's orders. She and Peter continued to cavort around the pool, their bodies meeting, immersing, surfacing, separating, meeting again.
Carrying a tray, Brad emerged from the house. There was a pot of coffee on the tray with three cups and a big bowl of fruit. As I watched him set it down on the table, I was wishing I had some of the coffee and one of the oranges. Like Linda, I was starving.
Liz, jumping out of the water, ran toward the table and grabbed a banana, ramming it up her cunt. She walked back over to the edge of the pool and sat down, motioning for Peter to join her. He swam over to her and bit the banana with his teeth. Spitting out the peel, he continued to bare the whiteness of the banana, using only his teeth. Amazed, I watched him devour the whole thing, pulling it little by little from Liz's cunt where it had been buried.
As Liz lay back on the warm edge of the pool, Brad approached her, carrying a bunch of grapes. Two or three of them he squashed into her open pussy. As soon as Brad had served the grapes, Peter would scoop them up and out with his tongue. This went on for quite a while, Peter and Brad eventually changing places. Liz finally said something I could not hear, but she must have been complaining because she was not getting anything to eat.
They changed positions. Peter lay down on his stomach and Brad popped grapes into his ass and Liz ate them. When the grapes were all gone, they went back over to the table and sat down, pouring coffee and drinking it. All at once Brad took one of the oranges and broke it, squeezed it, and shot the juice onto Liz's tit. Immediately, Peter lapped up his Vitamin A for the day. Just to be sure that he had enough of that essential food, Brad squirted another orange onto Liz's other tit, and Peter cleaned that up.
I could not tell for sure what Liz was doing, but she took two small pieces of fruit out of the bowl and put them in her arm pits. Pressing her arms against her body tightly, she must have squashed the fruit, for the next thing I knew the two men were licking up the remains from under her arms.
While they were doing this, she was ramming a banana in each of their asses. Getting them into place, she bent over and began to eat the bananas, which she had peeled for the most part before inserting them into the men.
They sat down again and had some more coffee. I opened the window further and stuck my head out, straining to hear what they were saying.
"We'll have a party for you tonight, Peter," Liz was saying. "I want you to meet our friends, and for them to meet you. I wish you could have been here the other night-when was it-well, we really had a time. I'm not sure if I can get everyone together on such short notice, but I imagine we can work out something."
"I'd enjoy it," Peter said, pouring his coffee into his crotch accidentally.
Nothing more was said for the next few minutes while Liz slopped up the spilled coffee. I hoped that the hot liquid burned the bastard.
"What about our friends?" I could hear Brad say as Liz straightened up from her hostess-duty of cleaning up the guest and poured him some more coffee.
"Let's be sure that they are safe for the day, and then we'll use them somehow for entertainment at the party," Liz said. "Did you enjoy the little bitch, Peter?"
"Lovely girl," he said. "Lovely ass." He scratched his leg and leaned back into the chair, lighting one of the cigarettes that Brad had left lying on the tray.
"Too bad she wasn't more cooperative," Brad said.
"That's part of the fun of it," Peter said.
"Do you mean that I'm too cooperative?" Liz asked.
'That's the least of your problems,' I thought to myself.
"No, you're perfect, Liz. But one does love variety now and then. A little resistance is exciting."
"What have you been doing since we saw you last, Peter?" Brad asked. "We didn't have much of a chance to talk yesterday."
"I spent a year in South America. Lovely place-and some time in Mexico. I was in San Francisco for a while, and then I went to Alaska. I've always wanted an Eskimo. But I was disappointed, so I came back to California. And then I called you."
Tired of their conversation, I closed the window. I thought it might be a good idea before they noticed me. 'Maybe,' I hoped, 'they will get tired of being outside and go into the house.' I looked out the window again and was surprised to see the three of them on the ground, Liz filled from the back by Brad and from the front by Peter. They were not moving. It looked as though they were taking an after breakfast nap. 'That's one hell of a way to sleep,' I thought. Thinking that Linda and I might be able to get across the patio without their seeing us, I decided to go down to her room and get her.
I knocked on her door and whispered her name.
She came to the door, still wearing her sheet-sarong.
"How's everything going?" she asked. "Are they still outside?"
"Yes, but I think they're taking a nap. Maybe we can sneak by them."
We stepped into the hallway, but we were stopped by the sound of a tremendous splash. It sounded as though all three of them had jumped into the pool at once. 'Maybe they will drown themselves,' I thought.
"They must be awake," Linda said. "Obviously."
"Do you want to go back to your room?"
"Not really."
"Why don't you come in and talk with me for a while?" she asked.
"All right," I said, following her into the stuffy room.
"Sit down," Linda said as she lay down across the unmade bed. It was a heavy, Spanish-style bed in oak. Against the white stucco of the walls, it and the other furniture looked appropriate.
"This is really a nice house," I said. "It's too bad that it's run by such nuts. I'm really sorry about all of this. In a way I feel partially responsible."
"There's no reason for you to feel that way." She loosened her sheet as she spoke, letting it drop away so that the outline of her body was visible to me from where I sat. "I wasn't exactly a virgin when I got here. I had never been treated quite in this manner before-but would you like to know a secret?"
"What?"
"I kind of enjoyed it last night. It sounds sick and all, but there was a certain thrill about being hurt like that with that man. Do you understand?"
"I'm afraid I do," I answered, letting the sheet drop from around my waist and permitting my cock to stand up in open view. I noticed that she pushed her covering away from her, so that she lay naked across the bed. "I guess there's some of Liz and Brad and Peter in all of us, but I think I still enjoy old-fashioned one-to-one sex the best." She stretched out fully, looking up at the ceiling. "You're right, but I enjoyed the experience anyway. I want to experience everything and do everything. Did you know that my life has been very dull, boring, and uneventful up until now?"
I stood up and walked over to the side of the bed and looked down on her lithe body as it lay in readiness. I knew that she was waiting for me to make the first move. Ordinarily I would have taken the initiative long before, but for some reason I wanted to wait with her. I wanted to be absolutely sure.
"Well?" she finally asked.
"Well what?"
I sat down on the edge of the bed and lowered my hand slowly until my palm covered one of her breasts. They were the roundest and whitest and reddest-tipped tits I had seen for a long time. I can still picture them. My other hand covered the other one.
"You have lovely breasts," I said, thrilling to the burning of her nipples against the tender skin of my inner hand.
"And you have nice hands." She placed her hands over mine, leaving them there, our skin barely touching.
My lips met hers. Her tongue met mine. She moved her hands from the top of my hands and placed them on the back of my neck, massaging the muscles gently. I raised up just slightly and said, "I like you."
"I like you, too," she murmured. "Let's get away from here and go stay in a motel somewhere-forever." Her hands dug into my back and pressed my body down onto hers. I was lying on top of her, my member buried in the soft fold of her stomach.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked, her finger dancing across my ass and down onto my legs.
"What?" I felt no pain, except for the pain of longing.
"Your back."
"I'd forgotten about it." I took my hands from her breasts and moved them down her sides until I had the palms under her buttocks, which I moved up just slightly, so that I could take my place between her legs.
"That feels good," she said in response to the touch of my shaft at her pussy's lips. I took my hand and held my tool with it and rubbed it around and around in the moistness between her legs, almost entering her but never quite.
"Stop teasing me," she mumbled. "Please let my prick sink into the inner chamber, but I stopped at that point. My hands were on her buttocks and my fingers were sneaking up between her legs, spreading out and rubbing the soft flesh of her thighs, the inner thighs.
"Please," she gasped. "All the way."
I did not put it in all the way at once. Instead I relished the entry-that magic time when the strange flesh touched the hardness that was mine and covered it and suffocated it and pleasured it.
"More!" she cried out. "Give me more! Give me all of it ... all the way!" She tried to arch her body up in order to impale herself completely on my firmness that had worked itself only partially into her. I held her down, not permitting her to have it all. The fantastic sensations that were mine wracked my body. It was all I could do to keep from letting her have it and then pumping her wildly until I spilled the hot stuff into her, relieving my aching balls of their load. But I did not want to hurry. I wanted to enjoy it, feel it, love it. I wanted it slow and easy. And that was the way I took it.
The hair between our legs came together and tangled into one mat as we were completely joined. I did not move at first. Slowly, I began to make circular motions with my torso; my prick did not really go down into her. Rather, it stirred the passion juices that covered it. Reacting to my motions, she began to move her body in circles, also.
I went down. All the way into that never-ending, bottomless, precious, oil-filled, ever-warm, always-new place. All the way in. I stopped. She began to squeeze me from the inside, and I began to contract the muscles in my dick. Our bodies were still on the outside, but on the inside ten million muscles were moving, ten million nerves were tingling.
"I like you," she said. Her teeth bit into my lip and her fingertips flicked across my nipples. I held one of her red points in my mouth, and I tried to suck her whole white mound of tit in between my lips. I wanted to eat her.
Sitting up onto my haunches, I pulled her with me. Our bodies smashed together, her tits spreading out and covering my pectorals, burying them in the soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around me and held my buttocks by her fingers. I scratched her back lightly. Our bodies crashed together. Madly, wildly, tempestuously, our bodies moved. We moved together, never apart. I was buried in her, and she was buried in me. Our tongues darted around and met. Our teeth clicked together. Our skin was all one, the perspiration from the one melding into the moisture from the other. Our hands went in a thousand directions.
"You're great," I said. I usually did not say anything when I was screwing, but for some reason I wanted to tell her this.
"So are you."
Our bodies smacked together.
"I wonder what they are doing?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Fuck them."
"Fuck me instead."
I did not want to come and put an end to this exquisite pleasure. All of my concentration was focused on holding it. I did hold it for a minute ... then another.
"Fuck me," she cried out.
That did it. There was no more holding back. I exploded, shooting deep into her.
'Oooooooooooooooh!" she screamed, her body going into a series of tremors. "Ooooooooooh! "
I held onto her as tightly as I could. Then I felt my thighs and crotch being covered with my liquids.
We sat there for a long time, clinging to each other, half-crying and half-laughing. It had been complete.
"I don't want this to be over," Linda said, pulling away from me.
"Then why are you leaving?" I asked, watching her as she moved around and sat on the edge of the bed.
"They are still around someplace," she said. "I don't want to see them again or have anything to do with them."
"I thought you said that you had enjoyed the bit last night."
"I thought I did, but that was before this," she said, lying back across the bed. "You had better go back to your room. I'll be here if you need me."
"That's a peculiar thing to say," I said, getting up from the bed and starting toward the door. "We're going to get out of this place as soon as possible."
She did not answer. I went over to her and tried to get her to turn her face toward me. She did not. I realized that she was crying.
Thinking to myself that women were indeed strange creatures, I left the room, determined to get the two of us out of the clutches of Brad and Liz and Peter. When I got into my room, I walked over to the window immediately to see if the three lovelies were still outside. They were nowhere in sight. Apparently they had found something to interest them inside. At least I hoped they had found some entertainment. Putting another sheet around my waist, I ran back down the hall and opened the door to Linda's room.
"Come on," I whispered. "There's no one on the patio now, so we can make it to the street."
She got up from the bed without saying anything and wrapped a sheet around her body. I took her by the hand, and we left the room. The stairway seemed endless, but we did finally reach the floor below.
Linda put her arms around me suddenly and whispered into my ear: "I love you."
I suppose I should have been flattered, but I thought that she could have chosen a better time to tell me such a thing.
"Sure," I said. "Come on."
I don't think that was the right thing to say because she started crying again. Deciding that I could take care of apologies later, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her outside. After I had looked both ways to be sure that no one was in sight, I started running-with Linda right behind me, still holding onto my hand. We got out of sight of the patio and started up the driveway, the gravel-fine as it was-cut into our bare feet, but we tried not to feel it. It seemed as though we were running as one does in one of those crazy dreams. We did move, but we did not seem to get anyplace. We must have, however, because we came around a slight turn and were face to face with an iron gate.
"This is usually open," I said to Linda, who still held onto my hand.
"It's not open now," she said, her breath coming hard after the run.
"Do you think we can climb over it?" I asked, looking up at the twelve-or-so-feet of wrought iron.
"I've always wanted to leap over the wall. Let's give it a try."
The iron rungs cut into our feet as we started the ascent.
"I don't think I can do it," Linda said, her hands grasping one of the rails, her bleeding feet planted on another piece of iron.
"Come on," I said, looking down at her from my vantage point above her. "You can make it."
She came up another step.
"This sheet is in the way," she said.
"Take it off," I said. "And shove it through the gate. You can pick it up on the other side."
"Can any one see us from the street?" She pulled the white material from her body and worked it through the gate. It landed on the gravel on the other side of the barrier. I did the same thing with mine. We must have looked ridiculous out on that gate, trying to climb over it, both of us bare-assed naked. I looked down for just a second at her lovely body, the one I had known so intimately a few minutes before and the one I hoped to know even more intimately sometime soon.
"I don't think anyone can see us," I said. "There are some shrubs which hide the gate from the street. Actually, I am not worried about anyone seeing us from the street. It's the people inside I'm worried about."
Painfully and laboriously we made our way up the gate. My hands became so sweaty and my feet became so bloody that I thought that I would fall back onto the gravel below at any moment. Looking down occasionally on Linda as she struggled upward, I knew that she was having the same problem.
"Not much longer," I said to her. "Not much further. Hold on. We'll make it."
"But we have to go down the other side," she said. "After we get to the top, we have to go down the other side."
"Not really," a voice called out from one of the flowering shrubs next to the gate. "It won't be necessary."
"Oh my God!" I said, recognizing the voice as belonging to Brad.
He stepped out of his hiding place, dressed in black leather from head to toe. He was carrying a whip that dragged several feet behind him.
"You are quite a sight up there," another voice said. It was Liz. She appeared from behind another bush. Also dressed in leather-a cream shade-she looked especially evil. Her whip also dragged behind her as she approached the gate.
"The neighbors might complain about your indecent exposure," Peter said as he appeared from behind yet another shrub. He was dressed in brown leather in a costume similar to the one Brad was wearing, except that a special attachment had been added-a carrying case for his mammoth member. Covered in leather, that great thing swung in front of him as he approached the gate, a whip rustling in the gravel behind him as he walked toward us.
I felt the sting on my back. And then another sharp crack on one of my legs. And then another. It did not take Linda and me long to get down from our perches on the iron gate. When I felt the gravel cut into my feet, I looked around to see Linda lying in a heap at the bottom of the gate. She must have fallen. There were several red slashes marring the perfection of her delicate skin. I ran over to her and helped her up from the ground.
"Are you hurt?" I asked in a whisper.
She shook her head and said: "No, not really."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"That's all right. We tried."
"Stop whispering over there and come with us," Liz said, snapping her whip into the air.
"Why did you want to leave?" Brad asked. "After all, young man, you are an employee of ours. And, Linda, I am ashamed of you. This is no way to act when you are a guest at your uncle's home. What would your parents think if I were to tell them that you tried to run away with the handyman? Really!"
"Your uncle is absolutely right," Peter said. "You mustn't run off with a bum like this young man."
Deciding to ignore the last remark in view of the fact that I know who the real bum was-and it wasn't me-I stumbled on down the driveway. Peter and Brad pushed me down a stairway, which let off the patio, into a small cell. They locked the door and left.
I sat there for a few minutes in the semi-darkness and wondered what had happened to Linda. Somehow on the march back from the gate, I had lost track of her and Liz. Good old Aunt Liz must have decided to take care of her niece herself and leave me to the men.
There was a small window at the far end of my cell. By standing on my toes, I could see out of it and discovered that it afforded a view of the patio. 'At least I would know what was going on,' I thought to myself, as I placed my aching frame on the cool stones of the floor.
CHAPTER TEN
Fuck Feast
The natural light had faded; it had been replaced by artificial illumination, lanterns and torches.
My cell was shadowy as I moved around in it. There was talking and laughing and music on the patio, the sounds cascading into my lonely cubicle and filling it. But I was still inordinately alone. I had decided earlier that I would not follow the progress of the party, but my curiosity got the best of me. So I placed the stool below the window and stepped up on it, gazing out into the lighted area and at the spectacle that was there.
Naked bodies moved before me, careening about in the shadows. They were carrying glasses and they were drinking and smoking and they were eating. Some of them were in pairs and trios; they were fucking.
I watched Brad as he climbed onto the stage and waved his hands in a plea for silence. His request was eventually granted, and he began to speak.
"The guest of honor at our festivities tonight, fellow fuckers, is a man you have all been waiting to meet-and to see-(he put heavy emphasis on the word "see"), and you're not going to have to wait any longer. Let me now introduce to you the one and only, the incomparable, the fabled Peter Gross."
There was a terrific round of applause as Peter ran up onto the platform and shook hands with Brad. They were both still wearing their leather costumes from the afternoon.
"Peter is one of our dearest and most cherished friends," Brad went on, still holding Peter's hand. "He's a guest here for a few days, and tonight we want to show him a good time-some real, Southern California hospitality."
"Thank you, Brad," Peter said, helping Brad down from the platform.
When everyone was seated with their full attention focused onto Peter, he began a strip tease act that went on for quite some time. Because I was tired of stretching toward the window and balancing my weight on the rickety stool, I sat down during his spectacle. I had already seen what Peter had, and I wasn't really that interested to begin with. But from the sounds that came from the patio, the guests must have loved his act.
"Beautiful, Peter, beautiful," I could hear Brad saying. "Now, ladies, which one of you would like to ride home on this tonight?"
There was a roar of ladies. Obviously most of them were anxious for a ride on Peter's member.
"We want to be fair," Brad was saying. "So we have planned a little contest. You ladies line up here at the right, and the one who can take Peter's sizable peter into her mouth all the way gets fucked by him."
There was some confusion while the line formed, so I decided to climb back up on my stool to see what would happen as the ladies-at least Brad had called them that-vied for the dubious honor of being screwed by Peter Gross. My viewing spot allowed me a full look at the stage area. Awful Peter was sitting on a stool, his hands behind him, his legs spread far apart, his terrible one standing up in the air. A bleached blond was approaching him. She went down on her knees and attempted to take him into her mouth. Getting it about halfway in, she began to choke and cough, but she did not let go of the prize she sought.
"Brenda, you are disqualified. I'm sorry," Brad said, approaching her and leading her off the stage.
Another woman tried to swallow that thing, but she was less successful even than the first one. Immediately replaced by a third woman, the second one jumped down off the stage, sliding down a man who had helped her to the ground. There was one more who tried. And then another. They both choked and spit and coughed. The sixth one took it all the way down with no problem. Brad congratulated her and led her to the rear of the platform. Several more tried until another one was successful in swallowing Peter's hugeness. I decided that he would probably choose one or the other of them as his victim, but he was generous. He told them that he would screw both of them. Wondering how he was going to accomplish this, I strained a little more to get a better view. His cock was big enough to fill two cunts, but it was all in one piece. I had a terrific desire to break the thing off and then break it in two pieces, ramming the fragments up the pussies of the two winners.
However, this was strictly in the wish department. I just watched from my prison window. I thought of a poem I'd once read called, "The Prisoner of Chillon", by Lord Byron. From what I knew of Lord Byron, I concluded that he would have liked this party. Maybe I would have liked it better if I had been out in it instead of an onlooker. And maybe I would have liked to have been in Peter's place.
The two women were lying down on the stage as he directed them to do. They were on their sides with enough room for Peter in between. He lay down and filled the empty place between them, facing one of the women. The woman who was behind him received one of his fingers in her hairy place, and the woman who was in front of him got his cock with full force. She took it, wrapping her legs around him and pulling on him as though she wanted more.
With lightning speed Peter turned over, removed his cock from the woman, removed his finger from the other woman, rammed his cock into the place where the finger had been, and rammed his finger into the place where the cock had been. A minute later he performed the same thing again. And then a minute later, he did it again. On and on until he finally removed both his finger and his cock from their dwelling places, falling onto his back. He left the gism shoot out into the open air, but I don't think much of it was lost, because the two women, worked by now into a frenzy by their shared man-they were sort of share fuckers-went to work on cleaning up the white liquid that gushed up around his massive member.
Peter put an arm under each of the women and pulled them on top of him, literally burying himself in feminine flesh. What a way to be smothered, I thought as I tried to get an even better view, nearly knocking the stool out from under me. I felt myself grown between my legs as I continued to watch Peter and the two women roll around on the stage in the aftermath of their passion. They were soon joined by others. Before long there was nothing but a mass of bodies, turning, writhing, rolling, spreading, sprawling, on and off the platform. Peter must have been buried deep underneath that moving mass of flesh. I wanted to join in too. Watching as long as I could stand it, I finally got off my stool and lay back down on the stone floor. I conjured up in my mind all of the sex experiences I had ever had and a few I had only wished for. Excited by what I had seen and heated by what I was thinking, I longed to break out of my prison and join the people who were letting themselves go only a few feet away. So close-but yet so far, I thought. Isn't life like that?
I don't know how long I suffered down there in that cell-thinking about Julia and Linda and the girls on the beach, even about Liz, and the crazy librarian from Bums, Oregon-envying Peter Gross-wishing that I was part of the party. There was a sound. A key turned, and the door opened. Hands grabbed me and carried me out of the cell and up the stairs. I was dumped into a tub of hot water, which both soothed and burned my skin. I opened my eyes and I saw several women-all of them naked. They were washing me and soaping me and rinsing me. When I was apparently clean enough for them, they lifted me out of the tub and carried me onto the patio. There was a terrific sound of applause as I was brought to the platform. A small cot had been placed in the middle of the stage, and I was lowered onto it.
I blinked my eyes and even wanted to pinch myself because I thought that this was probably a dream. At any minute I expected to awaken and find myself lying on the floor of my cell in the basement.
But it was not a dream. I was to be the next item of entertainment. Peter Gross had done his act and had retired to the sidelines. I could see him sitting at a table next to Liz, smiling and laughing and drinking. He was blowing smoke in her face. She didn't seem to mind because she hung onto everything he said.
Something was on the sole of my foot. I raised up just slightly. It was the tongue of one of the women. It tickled. Then there was something on the sole of my other foot. There was a double tickle. Between my toes their tongues ran and up my foot across the complex network of veins. I was distracted from these unfamiliar sensations by the feel of more tongues. They were running around and around my nipples. I raised my hands and took a breast from each of my lickers into the palm of my hands. That felt good. I knew I was awake then. Holding two tits in your hands is real. Two more tongues went to work on me. They explored the area down between my legs, running up over the crinkly skin of my balls.
'I can't believe it,' I thought. 'There are six women licking me. I'm holding a breast in each hand and one in my mouth. I wish Brad had taken a picture of this scene, so I could send it to all of my buddies back in Kansas. They will never believe it otherwise."
Knowing that this was for real, I decided to lie back and enjoy it. And I did. I can't ever remember being so hot. Six tongues, and that's all they used, can do a lot of damage. The only trouble was that they never touched my dick. It just stood there and bobbed around and ached and begged. But it got no attention. When I tried to move my hand in order to plant my fingers into one of the delicious pussies that steamed all around me, it was immediately pushed away.
"Look at him suffer," someone said.
"They're going to lick him to death," another laughed.
It then dawned on me. These six women weren't going to do anything actually. They were just going to tease me. This was the epitome of prick-teasing. I tried to get up, but I was immediately pushed back onto the cot. It's hard to say how long my pleasure-torture lasted. I enjoyed it. That I know. But after so long of a time, I had had enough. I wanted some action. Several times I had tried to get up, but each time I had been pushed back. Along the line someplace I sort of lost consciousness. My nerves and my feelings had been rubbed raw. In a way, I didn't feel anymore. The women still licked and teased.
I'm not quite sure when it happened, but I finally reached a climax even though not one of them had ever touched my cock, which had begged for and demanded their attention. The stream shot out and upward. Six mouths descended onto my prick. My balls disappeared into the greedy hole of one of the women. Another chewed on the base, another further up the thing. The other three fought for the bulb. Each of them got her chance at it. The ten thousand nerves on it were all exposed; and they gnawed and chewed and licked, causing every imaginable sensation to course through my body, making it come awake again. I tried to fight them, but as I moved they fell onto me until I was covered with flesh, soft, warm, delicious, woman-flesh. I wanted to hold all of their breasts. I wanted to ram my finger into all of their pussies. I wanted to lick them and to eat them and to taste them.
They fell away one by one. And it was all a memory. I lay spent on my couch-a cot in reality-and made no move to resist when I was carried back to my cell and thrown unceremoniously onto the cold stones of the floor. I pressed my burning and seething body against the coolness of that which was beneath me, trying to find a balm for my aching physical being. I fell asleep.
There was noise somewhere in the distance, and when I awakened fully I realized that the party was still in full swing. I wondered what time it was, but I certainly did not have a wrist watch on. As I raised up into a sitting position, I tried to remember the last time I had been wearing clothes, let alone a wrist watch. Applause resounded through my cell.
Getting up slowly, my body still aching, I stumbled over to the window and climbed up onto my stool. Something was happening on the stage. There was someone tied down and several men were around that person. I strained to see what was happening exactly.
It was Linda, and she was being used by the men who were surrounding her. I shouldn't have watched, but I did. It was terrifying to see the girl I had known so tenderly a few hours ago stretched out across a cot with man after man coming to her, penetrating her sweet place, and then moving on to make room for another. Someone was bending over her and forcing his cock into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and got down off my stool. It was impossible for me to believe that Brad and Liz would allow their niece to be treated in such a manner. Stumbling across the room, I leaned against the door and nearly fell into the hallway. When I had been returned to my cell, my carriers must have been so anxious to return to the party that they had forgotten to lock the door. I stepped out into the hallway and walked toward the direction of the stairway. Step by step I ascended into the brightness of the patio. No one noticed one more naked form as I walked casually across the cigarette and food-strewn concrete toward the driveway. It was full of cars, so I half-crawled and half-walked toward the gate, using the cars as a shield from any curious eyes. When I reached the gate I was relieved that there was no one standing watch. The iron barrier was open and freedom awaited me. I only needed to take a few more steps, and I would be on the street.
Having forgotten that I was still naked, I almost ran out into the street with no clothes on. I began to look into the cars, hoping to find a blanket or a swimming suit or something to cover me enough to make it to the police station without getting arrested for indecent exposure.
There was something on the floor of one of the cars, so I reached in and picked it up. Maybe it would have worked, but I concluded that wearing a pair of women's panties down the street probably wouldn't be advisable. The next car offered something more practical-a beach towel. I wrapped it around me and ran as fast as I could toward the street. When my feet left the fine gravel of the driveway and hit the asphalt of the street, I felt as though I had just been delivered from the burning pits of hell onto the gold-paved streets of heaven.
Not sure of which way to go, I simply started running. When I came around the corner, I met a pair of headlights. Jumping into a lawn-there weren't any sidewalks out there-in order to avoid being hit, I literally landed in the arms of a woman. She screamed and grabbed me. I slipped away from her, but she held my towel. I stood behind a bush, some leaves hiding my crotch as though I were a modern day Adam.
"What is it, dear?" I heard a man's voice say.
"Some young man with just a towel around him jumped at me."
"What is this?" the man demanded, appearing from out of the darkness.
"It's a hell of a long story," I said. "One hell of a long story."
"What are you doing out here this time of night with nothing but a towel around you?" he demanded to know.
"I'll explain it all to you," I said. "Could I have my towel back?" She handed it to me, and I wrapped it around my waist, coming out from behind the bush.
Another car came down the street. It stopped before the three of us.
"Having trouble?" a voice called from the car. I looked at the vehicle more carefully and read the letters engraved on the side of it. They added up to:
POLICE DEPARTMENT-CORONA DEL MAR, CALIF. I started toward the car, but just then the man spoke: "No. Nothing's wrong. Thanks anyway."
The car drove on up the street. I watched it disappear, disappointed that it did not stop at Brad's and Liz's. The noise from their party carried into the street, but the police must have taken a casual attitude toward what went on behind that wall because they did not even slow down.
"I wish you had not sent them on their way," I said.
"Did you want to go to jail?" the man asked.
"No," I said. "But I needed help. I am being held a prisoner or something at the place down the street. There's a girl there, too. She's still there. I got away, but she's there." I realized that I was repeating myself and generally sounding rather incoherent.
"Come on into the house with us," the man said.
Not knowing what else to do, I followed the couple across the lawn. A house came into view. It was a smaller version of the one I was familiar with just down the street. We entered the hallway, and the man and woman proceeded up the steps without saying anything. I followed them.
I should have run like hell right then, but I decided that the unknown was better than the known-and I knew what awaited me down the street. Maybe I could get some clothes from these people and get to the police station pretty soon, or at least to a telephone.
"The young man we were expecting tonight didn't show up," the woman said. "I'm Mrs. Zachary."
"Hi," I said.
"What's your name?" Mr. Zachary asked.
For just a second I couldn't remember what my name was. Then I decided to give them a fictitious name. "John Jones," I said.
"That's quite an unusual name," Mrs. Zachary said, removing one of her earrings. "Actually my name is Jane Doe."
''I can't help what my name is," I said defensively.
"You've hurt his feelings," Mr. Zachary said as he took off his shoes.
No one said anything more for the next few minutes. I stood in the doorway and watched the Zacharys get undressed. I wondered what they were planning. I knew one thing and that was that I was not in the mood for any fooling around. I had had all of the sex I could take for one day.
"Would you sit down over there," Mr. Zachary said politely, pointing toward a chair that faced the foot of the king-sized bed.
Without much enthusiasm, I followed his directions.
"We're not going to ask much of you, really," Mrs. Zachary said, moving toward the bed, her graceful body looming before me, almost changing my idea about having had enough sex. She had one of those athletic bodies that is still feminine. There was not an ounce of fat on it. Firm but yet soft, every curve of her body suggested hours on the tennis court, afternoons on the golf course, long periods in the pool She was soft, yet firm. The muscles rippled suggestively below the glistening skin. I could not take my eyes from her.
"Do you like my wife, young man?"
"Yes," I answered. "She is very attractive."
"Thank you," Mr. Zachary said, lying back and extending his arms upward to receive his wife.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, secretly hoping that they would invite me to join them. I was not sure if I could do much after my day's activities, but I would have enjoyed running my hands-and tongue-over Mrs. Zachary's inviting skin.
"All we want you to do is to watch," Mrs. Zachary said. "Mr. Zachary and I feel that we have developed sexual intercourse to a fine art. Hence we like to have an audience to enjoy what we have to offer."
"Do you know Brad and Liz, the people down the street?" I asked, thinking that the two couples might find something in common.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Mrs. Zachary replied, responding to her husband's caresses. I watched his hands as he rubbed her back. For some reason my stare was transfixed by the hair on the back of his hands. It formed strange patterns that I tried to trace with my eyes.
"They're really dreadful people," Mr. Zachary added, causing me to divert my attention from his hands to his face. For the first time, I noticed that he had a beard. It was a luxuriant growth, carefully trimmed and shaped.
I'll agree with that; they're pretty terrible," I said. "Maybe you can help me. You see, as I tried
to tell you a while ago, they are keeping me a prisoner. At least, they were. Their niece is there, also, and they are doing terrible things to her. Would you help me?"
"Later," Mr. Zachary said, letting his hair-covered hands rest on Mrs. Zachary's full breasts.
"Please, let's not talk any more," she said, succumbing entirely to his caresses. She was lying flat on top of him. Because their legs were open, I could see him effect the penetration from where I was sitting. How he did it, I don't know. But it was done without any trouble. They began to move-not unevenly or jaggedly as some couples do-but smoothly and flowingly. Their bodies in absolute harmony. Even as they turned onto their sides, they did not miss a stroke or make a blunder.
Her elegant hands massaged the back of his neck as he pressed down on her gently, she being under him by now. Her body still moved up when his moved up, and her body moved down when he moved down.
I watched appreciatively. The scene before me erased all weariness from my own physicality. I felt my member expand, bringing the towel up with it. Deciding to take the chance, I walked over to them dropping the towel from me as I approached the place where the duo were making such sweet movement. They did not see me approach, nor did they seem to notice when I lay down next to them. Not wanting to interrupt their moment of perfection, I continued to lie there, watching, waiting, admiring.
Their climax, which was unified as all of their lovemaking had been, came. It came in silence, gracefully. They did not fall apart, nor did they speak to me any further. Suddenly I felt foolish lying there, a third party who was obviously not a part of the action on the bed.
"Mr. Zachary," I whispered, no longer interested in participating in their sexual magic, now concerned with my safety and ultimately with the rescue of Linda. He did not answer.
"Mr. Zachary," I said louder. "You promised to help me when you finished. I watched and I really enjoyed it. You're both great at it. Really great. I mean that"
Neither of them spoke. I reached over and touched the man on the shoulder but he did not respond.
"Shit," I said aloud and got up from the bed, grabbing the sleeping man's slacks and shoes as I hurried out of the bedroom.
Partially dressed, I left the house and went out the front door, which opened onto another street. I assumed that I was a block over from Liz's and Brad's house. It was early morning, still dark, and there was no one around. I started to walk up the street, hoping to find my way out of the maze of winding streets that led to the houses on this cliff above the sea. As I turned a corner, I met a car, its headlights blinding me momentarily. I waved my arms frantically.
The car screeched to a stop, and someone stuck his head out of the window and yelled: "What do you want?"
"I need a ride downtown," I said. "Are you going that way."
"Sure," the voice said. "Hop in."
The driver opened the door and pulled back the seat of the two-door car. I climbed into the back seat and sat half on the lap of a girl and half on the leather-covered seat. There was a man on the other side of her. In the front seat there were two women beside the man driving the car.
"What are you doing out so late?" the girl next to me asked.
"It's a long story," I responded, trying to move away from her when I felt her warm flesh press against my bare torso. The guy sitting next to her glared at me.
"What's wrong with you?" she said to me. "Are you afraid of me?"
"No," I said.
"She doesn't bite," the man next to her said. "You should know," the girl said. "I've sucked you enough times. Do you like blow jobs?"
"Are you talking to me?" I asked, somewhat surprised by her question."
"We're going to take you to a party," the driver said. "You can go wherever you are going later. As you can see, our party is unbalanced. There's an extra woman, and you will be her escort. Jane, here's a man for you."
"Hi," the woman designated as Jane said. "Hello," I said. Because I had been absorbed in the strange conversation, I had not been paying any attention to where the car had been heading. Looking up all at once, I was astounded and dumbfounded to see the car entering the driveway and passing the iron gates of my employers' house.
"I don't want to go to the party," I said loudly, trying to push the seat forward, so I could get out of the car.
"Watch it!" the driver shouted, having been pushed against the wheel of the car by my sudden movement.
"But I can't go in there," I said. "I can't. Let me go please."
The car stopped, and the passengers began to pile out. When my feet hit the ground, I turned and started to run up the driveway. Hands grabbed my arms and someone put his arm around my neck.
"Come on, kid," one of the men said.
"You're going to go to the party. Jane will be hurt if you try to run off. What's wrong with Jane?"
"There's nothing wrong with Jane," I said. "It's nothing personal. I'm just not in the mood for the party, that's all. I hate parties."
"You've never been to one like this, honey," Jane said. "Come on, I'll take care of you."
I looked into her face, which was brown with the sun. Her skin seemed all the darker because of the abundant blond hair that fell in all directions around her face and onto her shoulders. As I looked more closely, I could see the brown roots.
She took me by the hand, and the two men held onto my arms. I was led and dragged into the very place that I had escaped from two hours before.
We entered the patio area, which was still full of people, but there was less noise and confusion because many of the revelers had worn down, so they were lying about sleeping. There was still some action around the platform, but I could not see if Linda were still being abused. I hoped not.
"Why are you being so uncooperative?" Jane asked me as I spotted Brad coming toward us.
"It's a long story," I said, shuddering at what might happen to me when Brad learned that I had escaped.
"Everything's a long story to you," she said.
"Life's a long story," I said.
"I'm glad to see all of you," Brad said, enthusiastically greeting the new arrivals. He did not notice me at first, but when he did he looked at me in disbelief, not saying anything.
"We found this," one of the men, who was holding me, said, pointing toward me, "Out on the street. He isn't very cooperative, but I thought he might be fun for something. I'm sure you can find something to do with him. Where's Peter Gross?"
"My God!" Brad exclaimed. "It's Larry. I thought you were down in the basement."
"Do you know him?" Jane asked.
"Slightly," Brad said. "So you thought you could get away. Well, you got fooled. You cannot imagine how grateful I am to all of you for bringing this bastard back to me. Ladies, you go mix with the crowd, get fucked or something. Gentlemen, we must take care of our friend here." With Brad leading the way, the two men pulled and carried me toward my basement cell. Once I was placed in the tiny room, Brad left for a few minutes after telling the two men to hold onto me; When he returned he was carrying some pieces of leather, which he tied around my wrists and ankles. Before I knew what had happened, I had been secured to a post on one side of the room. The three men left, slamming the door in finality.
So there I was. I had escaped. I had been captured, quite by accident. I was back in my cell, trapped again.
The energy of the people at the party amazed me as I stood at my post for hours and listened to the noise that descended into my cell. More people must have arrived with the new day, and the leftovers from the night before must have revived, for the momentum of the party seemed to increase as the day passed.
The door opened and a column of light struck the darkness of my cubicle. I turned and looked into the faces of the men who were entering the room. There were three of them. They approached me, unbinding my arms and legs, and then dragged me out of the basement onto the patio.
I saw two posts. Linda was tied to one of them. They tied me, too.
"Take his pants off," someone from the crowd yelled. It was done.
"Good morning, Larry," I heard Liz saying somewhere in the distance. "I heard you took a little trip last night. It was such a coincidence that our friends picked you up, but it is a small world, isn't it?"
I did not answer.
"I've found them," Brad called to Liz from one of the upstairs windows.
"Bring them down," Liz called back. "We'll have some special entertainment!"
Most of the guests stopped talking and turned to listen to Liz. Brad entered the patio area carrying a large box.
"Thank you," Liz said. "We're going to put these whips on the edge of the stage. Everyone may take a turn using them on these two evil people, here."
"Linda," I whispered. No answer.
"I'll be first," a woman yelled from across the pool. She jumped in and swam to where Brad and Liz were standing. I recognized her as the woman called Jane, whom I'd met in the car the night before.
She took the riding crop from Brad. I closed my eyes and felt the sting of the lash across my stomach. Pain filled me. She hit me again; this time, lower, close to my prick.
"Stop that this instant!" someone yelled.
I opened my eyes. Two, fully-dressed people were forcing their way through the crowd. One of them, a woman, approached Linda and untied her bonds. Then, she approached me and set me free of the post.
"I'm Linda's mother," she announced.
"Clark," Brad was saying to the man, nervously, "nothing was really happening. Just a little party."
"Why was my daughter tied up," the other man insisted.
"If you'll come inside, I'll explain everything," Brad said. "You take him inside, Larry."
"How did you get mixed up in this," Mister Norton asked, as we went indoors.
"I was hired as a handyman, but...."
"What else has gone on with my daughter?"
"Nothing," I lied."
Brad came into the room, followed by Liz and Peter.
"Hello, Clark," Liz said.
"Would you please put some clothes on," he answered.
"Come on, Peter," Liz snapped. "We must get dressed. Brad's brother and sister-in-law are terribly old fashioned."
"I'm really sorry about this," Brad said after Liz and Peter had gone upstairs.
"What do you expect from a whore?" Mr. Norton cracked.
"Are you going to call the cops," Brad asked.
"No," Mr. Norton answered. "I don't want the family name dragged through the headlines. You are a no-good bum. You always have been. If it were in my power, I would see that all of your funds were cut off-as well as your sex organ. I cannot imagine what possessed me to entrust my own daughter to such a sick, perverted, jaded individual as you. I guess I thought you would treat her with some respect-sweet, young thing that she is-a virgin-at least until she came to this madhouse. Young man, is my daughter still a virgin?"
"As far as I know," I mumbled.
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Norton called from the top of the stairs. Linda was behind her.
"Yes," her husband answered.
"Come and help us with Linda's bags."
I covered myself with a .pillow and ran upstairs to find some clothes. When I'd accomplished this, I helped Linda and her mother carry the things down.
"Are you coming with us, young man," Mr. Norton asked.
"Yes, if you don't mind. I want to get out of here."
"Let me give you some money for your services," Brad said, going into a small study. Then he handed me five twenty-dollar bills.
Outside in the car, Linda's mother explained how they had taken the plane to Los Angeles that morning, had rented a car and driven to Corona del Mar. We drove for awhile and at the outskirts of Newport stopped at a motel where Mr. Norton rented rooms for himself, for Linda and for me. Linda's room was next to her parents. Mine was upstairs. The implications were obvious. Too bad, I thought. I wouldn't have minded a night with Linda before she went out of my life forever.
Later, the four of us went into the motel dining room which faced out over the sea. I suddenly remembered that night, not too long ago when Julia and I had eaten dinner in a restaurant by the sea. I wanted to see Julia. In fact, I wanted Julia. I looked at Linda and I knew she was not the girl for me. We were from different worlds, and once she was back in Chicago, she would forget all about her weekend with her aunt and uncle. And she would forget about me. I should have left right then and hitched my way to Santa Monica-it was only a few miles-but I didn't.
EPILOGUE
It was a long time before I actually made it back to Santa Monica. After I saw Linda and her parents off to Chicago, I bummed around for a while, doing odd jobs or just nothing at all.
In the back of my head, Julia kept reappearing, but it was a commitment that I wasn't ready to make yet. I wasn't able to admit that I loved Julia like I would never love another woman in my life.
It was two weeks after being released from my torture chamber that I got enough courage to go to Santa Monica. I was going to ask Julia to be my wife.
When I arrived at her apartment building, her name had been taken off the directory. One of Julia's neighbors was walking out of the building and when she saw me she came directly over to me and told me how sorry she was.
"Sorry for what?" I asked her.
"Why don't you know, young man?"
"Don't I know what?" I asked still not aware of what she was talking about.
"About Julia."
"What about Julia?" I demanded
"Why she was killed ... in a car accident ... yesterday. She hadn't heard from you in so long, that she was driving out to where you had your handyman's job. She was coming to tell you that she loved you."