Chapter 5
Bonnie returned with the time bomb. Alta gulped down her drink, then hurried to the women's line. Everyone was naked now. She couldn't keep her eyes off the assortment of dicks in the men's line. Some were still hanging limp, but most were partly or fully erect by this time. She saw one hard penis that looked familiar to her. Expecting to see her own husband's face, Alta raised her eyes. The man wasn't her husband at all, but a total stranger she'd not seen until that very minute. He grinned at her, and winked. Her cheeks flushing, Alta returned his grin, then quickly looked away. Damn, it could get confusing trying to find Lloyd that way!
Craig stood in the center of the men's line. "Okay, here we go," he said, winding the fuse on the plastic bomb a couple of turns before he tossed it to Alta.
Squealing as she caught it, Alta fought the impulse to hold it till it went off. She wavered for a second, unable to decide which way to pass it, then handed it to the woman on her left. Each girl became a little more excited as she took the bomb and passed it on to the next. Finally Alta heard it pop somewhere down the line. "Oh, shit!" a woman exclaimed, "I wanted to stay in longer! " Everyone laughed. The woman wound the bomb and tossed it to one of the men, who in turn passed it quickly to the man beside him. The short muscular man had it when it popped this time. He seemed pleased to be paired with the woman standing off to the side. He blew her a kiss, then rewound the bomb and pitched it to another woman as he left the line to take his first partner of the party.
The game progressed rapidly, with Alta getting more and more excited all the time. Lloyd was still in the men's line and she nearly panicked at the thought of being paired with him and having to lie down in the middle of the floor and masturbate with everyone watching. She didn't know if she could do it or not, should it work out that way. She silently prayed it wouldn't, and heaved a great sigh of relief when Lloyd held the popping bomb to be paired with, of all persons, Marie. Neither of them seemed to mind, Alta noticed. But she certainly didn't want to get Cal again, even if he was a master lover. This was an orgy, and she wanted a man she'd never had before. She wanted Craig, that's who she really wanted; but he was out of line now, having been paired with a plump brunette who jumped up and down with delight when the bomb popped in Craig's hands.
Mrs. Osmond took the next pop. She wound the bomb and threw it to the men. Alta stared with horror as the bomb went off in Bill Osmond's hands. Everybody roared with laughter except Alta and the Osmonds, who would now have to lie in the middle of a circle of watching people and masturbate openly for all to see.
Only two men were left now, and one woman besides Alta. Alta grew frantic. One of the remaining men was halfway appealing to her. He was of medium build and height, with a face she could look at and not shudder; but the other was fat to the point of obesity, with heavy jowls and a rotund belly which would make an onerous thing of intercourse. Cringing inwardly, Alta kept passing the bomb back and forth with the last girl, hoping against hope she got the decent-looking man. The bomb went off in the Other girl's hands. Alta held her breath as the girl wound it and tossed it to the fat man. She watched the two men passing it back and forth. It went off. The girl just out of the game yelped happily and ran to the man Alta had hoped to get, for the bomb was in his hands. The game selection was over. Alta wanted to cry. She had to force herself to smile as the fat man wobbled toward her. He was grinning all over his face, obviously quite delighted with the outcome. He offered his hand. Looking at his almost non-existent penis and feeling grossly cheated, Alta let him take her hand and pull her into his pudgy arms.
"I got the best deal of all," he murmured, as his obscene belly pressed against hers.
'Thank you for the compliment," Alta said, trying not to sound disappointed for his sake. "This is my first orgy, so don't be offended if I'm a little awkward, Mr... "
"Sol. Call me Sol, Alta. Don't you worry a bit, honey. Sol will treat you right. Come on, it's time to watch the Osmonds."
"I don't know if I want to see it or not," Alta mumbled, feeling a bit sick at her stomach now. Sol not only was fat and ugly, he was also quite drunk. She fought down the urge to jerk her hand from his and flee the party. She won the dubious battle and walked quietly with him over to the tight circle of naked revelers, in the center of which lay the Osmonds--an important member of the school board and his Sunday schoolteacher wife--fondling their respective genitals.
To Alta, it was a ludicrous sight. Both Mr. and Mrs. Osmond had always seemed so proper and aloof on the few occasions she'd seen them. Now here they both were, lying naked in the center of a room full of other naked people, playing with their own organs reluctantly, because they'd lost a silly game. Alta felt shamed for them as she stood looking on. Bill's cock grew hard through stages, and moisture appeared at Mrs. Osmond's cunt. Alta looked closer at Mrs. Osmond's pussy. Her lips were becoming quite puffy now, and her clear secretions were flowing copiously. Her cunt lips shone under the light as she parted them to insert her middle finger into her vagina. Alta saw the silver-gray hairs mingled with the darker ones surrounding Mrs. Osmond's snatch. She wondered how a middle-aged lady like Mrs. Osmond could masturbate openly in front of others and respond to it, as she was obviously doing. And Bill, such a distinguished-looking man, was beating his cock furiously now, his hand gripping it tightly and moving up and down his shaft so hard little slaps sounded as he bumped his body.
A groan came softly from Mrs. Osmond. Alta looked back to her and saw two fingers being plunged roughly into her slippery twat. Mrs. Osmond's eyes were closed now, and her hand moved jerkily and rapidly, stroking her fingers in and out as she hunched her ass off the floor. Jesus, but it looked to Alta as if Mrs. Osmond were enjoying the hell out of masturbating in public! The older woman seemed completely unaware of her surroundings, so caught up in her feverish fingering was she. And Mr. Osmond, too, was going at himself like a demon had taken hold of him. Mrs. Osmond began orgasming, thrashing about and holding her fingers full into her cunt, sobbing brokenly through it all.
No sooner had Mrs. Osmond's scrumptious-sounding climax ended than Mr. Osmond's began. He groaned aloud, his hand working furiously up and down his shaft as jets of white sperm spewed high into the air and fell wetly onto his heaving abdomen. Alta watched, fascinated, as the cum trickled into his navel and pooled.
"For crissakes!" Bonnie yelled, her voice ragged with lust. "Let's everybody fuck!"
"Lie down, baby," Sol said, turning to Alta with a grin on his ugly face.
Alta shuddered as he reached out and tweaked the nipple of her nearest tit. She could see that his peter had grown some from watching the Osmonds masturbate, but it was still only half hard, and pitifully small for the urgent need within her. Couples were falling to the floor in hot embrace all about them. Men mounted women. Women mounted men. Sighs and moans sounded constantly as hard cocks filled hot snatches.
"Can't we go to a bedroom, please?" Alta asked of Sol.
"Sure, baby. Sure, come with me."
He grabbed Alta by her hand and led her toward the hall. The moist heat of his pudgy hand made Alta feel even sorrier for herself. She didn't want to lie beneath his fat, sweating body. His weight would suffocate her, she knew.
"I'll get on top," she said as he pulled her into a darkened bedroom and excitedly dragged her toward the bed.
"Great, baby," Sol murmured, pausing beside the bed to take her in his arms. "That suits me fine. Goddamn, you're as hot for it as I am, aren't you?"
Before Alta could answer, Sol's fleshy lips covered hers and his tongue shot into her mouth. She fought her gag reflex and allowed him to kiss her. His belly felt bloated and obscene pressing intimately against hers. His hands cupped and kneaded her soft buttocks, feeling so hot to Alta that she feared he might be ill. Saliva was drooling out of his mouth into hers. She struggled to get free but couldn't. He had her in a bear hug so tight she couldn't move. Despite his flabby appearance, Sol was strong as a horny bull. Alta gave up her efforts to break the embrace. She swallowed because she had to, almost gagging as his thick, ropy spit gushed down her throat.
"Goddamn it," Sol muttered. He turned her loose and backed away, feeling his tiny prick. "I think I've had too much to drink, baby. I can't get it up."
"That's all right," Alta quickly replied, hoping it was a way out for her. "I won't hold it against you, Sol. Shall we go now: "Hell no, baby. Lie down there on the bed and let me eat a little hair pie. Maybe that'll get it up for me."
It was either lie down and let Sol slobber at her box or be a poor sport. Alta lay down on the bed, with her ass on the edge and her feet on the floor, the way Sol asked her to. He knelt between her open legs and put his mouth to her cunt. It wasn't half bad, Alta thought. His mouth was hot and smooth. The saliva she'd been revulsed with in her mouth only made her pussy all the more slippery for his nibbling lips and licking tongue. She closed her eyes and let Sol take her through two very pleasant orgasms before he finally took his mouth from her swollen pussy and got to his feet. Still his organ hung half hard and dropping. Sol took her hand and pulled Alta to a sitting position. He grabbed her head and pulled her face forward till her forehead pressed into his belly and the head of his cock touched her lips.
"Now it's your turn, baby," he said, moving his glans from side to side between her lips. "Suck it up nice and hard. Then you can get on top."
"No, Sol," Alta protested. "It's no use. You've simply had too much to drink."
"Suck it," he demanded, holding her head in position as he pushed his cock past her reluctant lips and into the hot cavern of her unwilling mouth.
Resignedly, Alta closed her lips about the flaccid organ and began sucking half-heartedly. An odor of jasmine filled her nostrils as his pubic mound pressed tightly to her face. His balls felt hot and soft on her chin. Clear fluid seeped from the eye of his dick and spread on his tongue. It tasted much better than his saliva had, but still Alta felt almost no desire to please the man.
"You've got a nice mouth," she heard Sol murmur. "So hot and wet. I think I'll let you suck me all the way off. Go at it, baby. Suck it good and I'll give you a drink of old Sol's two-ball-root-compound."
It was the last straw. Alta would not suffer his vulgarity as well as his repugnant person. She pushed him roughly away from her face.
"Go to hell!" she spat, jumping up from the bed and intending to rush from the room and perhaps the house and party as well.
"Why you little bitch," Sol muttered, grabbing Alta by the wrist and stopping her.
The instant anger in his staring eyes frightened Alta.
"Goddamn you! " he cursed, then swung her by her wrist toward the bed.
Alta hit the bed and rolled to the other side, her body thumping against the wall from the force of Sol's action. She sat up quickly, blinking as she looked about the room. Sol was at the door, shutting and locking it. A chill ran up Alta's spine as he turned and came back toward the bed. His eyes shone evilly.
"What are you going to do?"
Sol said nothing, just kept grinning his evil grin as he approached the bed. He stopped, bending over the bed to grab Alta by her ankle.
"No! Stop it!" Alta shouted, as Sol dragged her kicking and scratching across the mattress.
His hand shot out and slapped her resoundingly across the face. Alta let out a sob, of surprise more than pain, jerking up her hand and holding her imprinted cheek. She cringed back, staring fearfully up at Sol. "Let me out of here this instant, or I'll scream bloody murder," she threatened.
His laugh rang obscenely in her ears. "Go ahead. Do you think they'll hear you out there? Even if they do, no one will bother."
"My husband will. Hell tear you apart."
"Bullshit. I used to be a professional wrestler, lady. Your guy's not man enough to tear me apart. He won't come anyway. At this distance, through the walls and all, your little scream will only sound like an orgasm, nothing more. Go ahead. Scream."
Alta did. She opened her mouth and screamed out at the very top of her lungs. She quit and sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the rush of footsteps she was sure would be coming down the hall at any second. When no footsteps sounded, she screamed out again... then again. Still everything was quiet outside the room.
"See? Now what did all that yelling get you? A sore throat, maybe?"
Sol was coming at her now, the gleam in his eyes even more evil than before, sharpened by her shrill screams. Alta noticed something else, too. His tiny half-hard dick was no longer tiny or half hard. It was grown impossibly large for its pitiful beginnings of only moments earlier. It still was not excessively long but was standing firm and throbbing below his protruding gut. Alta gasped at the girth of Sol's organ. He was ready for action now, coming at her with a six inch battering ram almost as big around as her wrist! She shrank away in horror. The length was no problem; but the thickness of Sol's vein-streaked cock would be impossible for her small cunt to take.
"No," she pleaded, scooting up the bed out of his reach. "Please don't hurt me. I can't take that! It'll tear me!"
"You've got no say about it now, baby. I wanted to be gentle with you, but you wouldn't cooperate. Now you'll take it on my terms."
Alta sucked in her breath as Sol grabbed her ankle and jerked her down the bed. She swung at him, trying to slap his ugly face; but Sol merely chuckled and caught her arm before her hand reached his face.
"Okay, baby," he said. "You want it rough? Ill be glad to oblige. Those tits look nice and tender."
Before Alta knew what he intended, Sol's hand darted out and slapped at her breasts. Instant pain flooded over her. Alta moaned aloud. He slapped her tits again, harder this time, making Alta sob piteously and roll away from his wicked hand. It was a mistake, for Sol jumped lithely on the bed and sat on her legs. He spanked her vulnerable ass with both hands, grunting with pleasure and keeping on till her buttocks turned fiery red.
"Stop... oh, please stop!" Alta begged, her voice breaking from the heat and pain Sol's punishing hands imparted to her butt.
When Sol quit pounding her tail, Alta rolled over onto her back. She looked up at him, sobbing as she wiped at the tears his cruelty had brought into her eyes. For a hopeful second Alta thought he was finished mistreating her. He was smiling down at her. She almost welcomed his hand as he reached out and stroked her stomach. Then, very quickly and harshly, Sol grabbed one of her tits, his fingers pinching down brutally into her sensitive brown nipple. The pain was a biting and tearing thing, awful and completely unbearable.
"OH GOD!" she yelled, bucking her midsection up from the mattress and grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to get his terrible fingers off her abused nipple. She accomplished nothing. Her trembling, struggling hands only aided him. Her pushing was added to his pulling, and it felt like her nipple was being ripped off.
"Sol... stop it... you're killing me!" she wailed, falling back weakly to the bed. Her face screwed up against the pain until it was ugly to behold. Then the pressure was gone from her raw nipple and Alta sighed with gratitude. She lay heaving for breath and sweating.
"You ready to suck me off now?" Sol asked.
Alta moaned. When she said nothing else, Sol took her other nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Alta sucked in her breath at the new pain. Then Sol was twisting her poor nipple and she was writhing and sobbing, trying to get to his cock and take it in her mouth so he would stop the unbearable torture.
"That's better, baby," Sol said, releasing her tit as her mouth came over his glans. "Suck it good. Make me think you like it."
Alta knelt over him, taking his fat cock deep inside her mouth and sucking it for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly for a moment, then she felt Sol's hands come on either side of her head and lift her mouth from his thick rod. The slurp his unexpected action caused rang lewdly in her ears. She looked up questioningly into his ugly face.
"Get on the floor. I want you on your knees."
There was no hesitation this time. Alta still felt a lingering pain in her butt and tits from not doing as he told her. Quickly she slid from the bed and knelt, watching him wiggle his loins up to her face. She grasped his saliva-covered prick and brought her open mouth over his glans.
"No. Lick it all over."
She did, her face moving this way and that as her pink tongue flashed over the entire surface of his knobby dick.
"My balls. Give 'em a tongue bath."
Her brain reeling with what she was doing, Alta dropped her pretty face between his hairy legs and began licking all over his wrinkled scrotum. "Take 'em in your mouth and suck gently," she heard him say, and opened her mouth wide to take in his heavy bag of nuts. The hair on his bag tickled at the back of her throat, making her gag. She tightened her lips about his scrotum and pulled back, sucking and licking at the nut-filled bottom with the tip of her tongue.
"Nice, baby. I like that. You've got a lovely tongue. I think I'd like it stuck up my asshole. Do it."
It was the last straw. Alta couldn't bring herself to tonguing his asshole, no matter how badly he mistreated her. She spat out his balls and stood. "No, goddamn, it," she hissed. "That's too much! I won't do it."
She turned quickly and ran for the door, but Sol was off the bed and after her before she could get it unlocked. He led her back to the bed and tossed her in the middle of it. Alta didn't struggle as he came atop her. She had resigned herself to getting it over with as he'd led her back to the bed. She offered no resistance as he spread her legs and came between them. She turned her head to the side and shut her eyes, waiting for him to penetrate her and grunt for orgasm.
The hot head of his thick organ pressed between the lips of her pussy. Alta steeled herself for a brutal thrust. To her surprise, Sol pushed his thick rod into her very gently. There was some pain, because of his fantastic girth, but nothing like the tearing sensations she'd expected. He inched into her so slowly and gently that Alta found herself responding to the tight fit. She could feel her tautly stretched cunt lips clinging to the hot manshaft, folding inward as it entered her slippery vagina. Then his balls nestled warmly into the crack of her wide-open ass and Alta knew she had it all. His big stomach pressing down on her was the only thing she found distasteful. Even that wasn't so bad now, for his sturdy cock felt simply wonderful now that it was inside her body.
As Sol began fucking her with long, deliberately slow strokes, Alta heard herself sighing again and again. The way her cunt clung tightly to his thick organ thrilled her. It felt so nice. Pulling out, folding in, moving with Sol's hot fat cock.
"Sol," Alta gasped. "Oh, honey!"
"Gettin' good, is it?"
"Yesss. Christ, yes! Lord, but you're thick and hot!"
"You've changed your mind about my dick, I take it"
"Mmm... sweet dick... nice and hot... fat and good!
Faster, daddy. Fuck me faster! Oouuu! Oh, yesss... hit it hard and deep! Oh, Sol! Darling man! Oh, shit... Jesus... damn, damn, damn!"
Alta threw her arms around his back and hung on, squealing out her climax. She sought his mouth, found it, sucked in his tongue. All the while her tight cunt was jerking spasmodically around him, Sol kept hammering his thick rod in and out. As her orgasm reached its peak, Alta fell back limply, twitching and sobbing soulfully.
Still in the final throes of a delicious come, Alta felt Sol's pleasure-giving dick pull from her clasping vagina. Dimly she realized he was moving her about. Her face pressed into the pillow. She was on her knees. Sol was spreading her legs, coming behind her. His hands gripped her hips. The hot knob of his sex-slick cock touched her anus.
When Alta fully realized what Sol intended, it was too late. A ripping pain shot up from her asshole. Alta opened her mouth to scream but couldn't. She let out a choking sound from deep inside her chest, then gasped for air as Sol's thick rod sped into her bowels. His belly came hot and soft against her ass, flattening her buttocks as more cock inched into her dark tunnel. The room spun dizzily about as she felt Sol reach under her and take her nipples with his fingers. Brutally he pinched down, sending a godawful pain racing down from her tits to meet the one in her ass. She screamed. His cock exploded, sending a torrent of hot sperm deep into her ass as she passed out and fell forward limply.