Chapter 18
The entire gathering was keyed up expectation as Dino set up his screen in the vast reception hall of the chateau.
The lights were dimmed. The projector whirred.
The opening scenes showed the happenings around the swimming pool at Dino Carotti's villa, on the day the baroness's party had arrived in Rome.
Expertly the camera danced around some of the highlights. There was a long panning down the exquisite body of Felicity, a glorious vision of Hildegarde's great breasts, and a provocative shot of Elaine's dainty, faintlyhaired little pussy.
Then (here were close-ups of the baroness's pendulous tits, dissolving into a vicious display of Theophilus's phenomenal penis, rigid and incredible in its vastness as it stood, diagonally and enlarged, enormously across the whole screen.
These and similar shots, all in the fidelity of full colour, lent atmosphere to the next shot, which showed a thrashing tangle of four legs, pedalling away in some incomprehensible movement.
It was Althea who first caught the gist of what was happening. "Good God!" she exclaimed out loud. "It's me-underwater!"
"That's right-and that's me, too!" called out Shane McGarrity, thrilling to the sight of his own penis probing underwater amid the cunt-hairs of Althea. A flood of memory carried him back to the day of that underwater fornication.
Eventually the one-eyed lance was seen to find its mark, and Althea's legs jerked upwards and forwards around the doctor's hips, as she scissored him and ground his hips into hers.
"Sure it's an underwater shot," announced Dino, pride in his voice. "I've got a little room fixed up against that bath, with an astrodome window built right out into the water. With the telephoto, I can get most of the bath in focus, right from there."
Now the figure of Istvan swam into focus and the camera followed htm as he plunged about beneath the surface, tweaking the nipples and the dps of penises of whoever he happened to be swimming below.
The nervous laughter failed to hide the mounting tension of sexual desire that now began to grip the party as each settled down to view this pitiless revelation ol their activities. Bodies wriggled down into more com fortable positions. In the darkness, Istvan stole his hand into the cleavage of Althea's blouse, found her tits, and cupped one with nipple-caressing fingers. Althea urged her vibrant young body into his caress, shuddering receptively.
A final shot of the baroness, sitting, cross-legged, and lasciviously tossing herself off in complete nakedness was the last straw. It was a cruel, lewd, lascivious sight.
Hands clasped over pcnises. Fingers slid, to and fro, in the warmth and smoothness of hot, hairy cunts.
So far, the film had been in colour. Now it changed to black-and-white in a short sequence of the actual him that Dino had shown to them before, ending with that colossal pair of tits that he had captured, so magnificently, on his voyage down the Red Sea. Huge, pendulous and incredibly vast as two great cantaloupes, they were as viciously sexual at this showing as they had been the last time.
Now Carotti's questing camera shifted to the audience who had been viewing that film. The mounting of sexual excitement was evident upon their faces and in their actions. Each had felt secure that he was unobserved, shielded by the cover of the darkness. Now their activity was laid bare.
"But how the hell..." exclaimed Shane McGarrity. in his voice was admiration, coupled with complete bewilderment.
"It's a new kind of film entirely," explained Carotti as the camera whirred on. "Infra-red stuff, and faster than film has ever been made before. It's something quite new that the Japs have invented. Look at this, for example. You'll see-it captures everything, even in almost pitch darkness!"
On to the screen flashed a picture of a hand stealing up a smooth and milk-white thigh. Only Istvan knew that the hand, there on the screen, was his own hand. He remembered what had followed.
"Notice anything wrong?" asked Dino of bis drugged audience. "Well, I'll tell you. No shadows, see? There can't be. The scene was shot in the dark, so there were no shadows to record-therefore, no shadows!"
"My God!" exclaimed the doctor, with sudden understanding.
"That's what makes this infra-red stuff so fascinating to work with," went on Dino Carotti. "It's all a wartime project, of course, and very new still. But its possibilities-hell, they're enormous! It's the most exciting thing I've ever worked with."
The hand on the screen worked its way caressingly up the thigh. Then, just when everybody expected to see it meet the furred twat of one or other of the women, the fingers encountered... a rigid and raging penis! It had been no female thigh at all! It had been a male thigh that the hand had been fondling-the thigh of Leslie Haines.
Another flashback showed the society matrons of Rome again, naked and sweating and indolent, in the Sauna bath, then the camera turned back to that first-night audience. What a squirming mass of fornicating, copulating flesh now was revealed! Nobody had known, in the darkness of that other evening in Rome, who it had been whom he was fucking. No woman knew whose penis was grinding away inside her. No man knew into whose cunt he had been boring. Now, obligingly, Dino was revealing exactly what had been happening.
The camera picked up a face-the baroness's-then moved down the body, showing that it had been Istvan who was fucking his employer. Istvan chuckled. He had thought it was the cunt of Hildegarde, the lesbian, into which he was plugging away!
At that moment, watching himself in action, he ripped open his fly so that his great erection sprang from his trousers. Still grinning at the image of himself upon the screen, he leaned over the hot and heaving Althea, plunging his free hand up her skirt. She was nothing loath. She opened her thighs to receive his fingers, urging her tits violently into his other hand which was fondling their alabaster surfaces so provokingly and so deliciously.
It was now the the doctor's town to be exposed. The camera showed him to be fucking away, mightily, between the thighs of Althea. Althea, thought the doctor in amused amazement-so that's who it had been! She; too, was surprised, for she could remember having been under the impression it had been Dino Carotti himself who had claimed her that evening, leaving his projector to grind away automatically on its own, while he entered the fray. She smiled, in delighted amazement-remembering, too, how pleasant had been that encounter in the dark.
While she had been fucked, she had been fondling somebody's penis... and now, for the first time, she knew whose prick that had been. None other than Reginaldo's... and she watched, now, with a trace of digust, the leaping discbarge of fountaining white semen.
The camera panned back to Shane McGarrity and showed him crawling from the body of Althea, crawling over a veritable sea of writhing, squirming bodies, blindly seeking yet another orifice into which he could plunge his as yet unsatisfied prong. He found it, surprisingly, when a mouth closed over the head of it, and the doctor was shown, lying back, savouring the delight of being sucked off. He could remember having wondered just who it had been who had done him this favour... and now he knew: none other than Heine Gorlitz! it was apparent, now, that nobody had been still in that room. The camera picked up Theophilus, groping about for somebody. Berenice was revealed, seeking to cram any loose penis she could find up her quim. It did not seem as if she were finding any satisfaction in her search. She would straddle any idle cock, squelch up and down upon it for a moment or two, then discard it, to crawl about for another one.
Viewing herself, Berenice now remembered deliciously the thought that had motivated her that night. It had been dark. She would be unobserved, she thought. Very well then-she would ram every prick in that room into herself, successively, one after the other. That had been her idea, and until this very moment, she had been under the impression she had succeeded. Now she saw, for the first time, how she had failed-for in all her orgy of sampling, she had contrived to ensnare only Istvan, and, of all people-Leslie Haines. Time and again, it was only one or the other of those two whom she succeeded in capturing.
One of the cruellest scenes of that whole orgy was now revealed in its gruesome entirety. The roving lens picked up the delicate, little-girl beauty of Elaine, contentedly prone upon her back at the fringe of the crowd, where she was being sucked off by-^-of all people-the baroness. So that's who it was, thought the baroness, and here I'd been thinking that it had been Felicity I'd been mouthing!
And then-and Elaine could still recall it-she had been picked up as if she had been nothing heavier than a cushion, and she felt herself falling across a writhing mass of bodies. She knew now, for the first time, whom it bad been, then-who alone possessed the huge strength to handle her thus. Who, other than Theophilus? And, as the film unfolded, she lived again that vicious experience.
She saw herself being picked up bodily, and sat athwart his thighs. She saw how he lifted her up and down over his prick while her tiny lesbian cunt was sploshed and agape, clutching into itself his massive, mahogany weapon I
The tiny size of her, in such sharp contrast to the massive bulk of Theophilus, was a lewd and depraved sight. It was a vile defloration and the audience shuddered as each experienced, in imagination, what a massive intrusion into the vagina of the little girl had been that mighty African prick! And then came the orgasm, and Theophilus was seen to be literally jerking the frail woman-body up and down upon his pole as, time after time, he would jet a stream of creamy semen deep up and into her outraged cunt. It was the acme of utter degradation.
As she watched the him, Elaine hirself could feel another approach being made to her there in the dark. She yielded to the advance, opening her thighs to take the cock seeking entrance into her twat.
Whose cock it was, she had not the slightest idea. The fuck itself was all that counted! Elaine, since the day her maidenhead had been riven, had been a lesbian -the ever-willing slave of another woman-condemned to a lifetime of female caresses. Now she thrilled as she gave herself over to the sweet realisation that she was at last experiencing the fierce masculinity of maninto-woman fucking. She had Theophilus to thank-that fierce onslaught, little less than physical rape itself. And as she watched the African giant fucking her into insen sibility upon the screen, she writhed in jerky randiness upon the floor, giving herself utterly and in swooning intensity to whoever it was, now, who was grinding away into her twat, herself matching, thrust for thrust, the urgency of the delightful experience.
by this time, under the stimulation of the erotic sequences they had veen viewing, the entire company had followed Elaine's example and that of Istvan and Althea. Spurred by the cinematic view of their previous cavorting*, they were now busily engaged in reliving those same sexual onslaughts. There was, by now, the heaving of bodies straining at each other, in that room. Few continued to watch the film on the screen. Instead, there was the unmistakable thwack of belly meeting belly. There was the hiss of hard breathing, like athletes in contest, as the demented men and women worked off and worked up again their aroused measure of lust and libido, and the delicious squelching of penis into vagina.
The baroness herself, given over wholly and completely now to the orgy of sex taking place about her on every side, drank in the sweet realisation that her party was, at that very moment, at its very zenith of libertinism. All else would be anticlimax. At this point, she could disband her guests, secure in the knowledge that each had enjoyed the maximum of experience that she, and each other, could bring about.
She quivered and jerked in rut. Blindly, in the darkness, she wriggled, crawling with naked titties a-swing and a-jounce over what seemed like a veritable acre of fucking cock and cuntsucking bodies. Finally she reached the mammoth trunklike solidity of Theophilus.
She drew down his head to her hot, heaving breasts, sweating in their agony of sexual longing. Clawing at him like some feline monster, she succeeded in dragging the African's body down upon hers. Now, exercising only that sheer instinct that dominates all sexual combat, she succeeded in clamping her oiled twat around the throbbing massiveness of Theophilus's monumental phallus and her cunt curled open and absorbed the turgid obelisk-like prick of the black man.
Now, with all of its helft swallowed up her cunt, the aristocratic socialite gave herself up to her huge, ritualistic act of surrender. Debased, there in the dark, with mouth slavering, she grunted and groaned in her frantic search for fulfilment.
Her heroic striving had its effect on those near. Here was-some huge, primeval and terrible act of fuck in progress. As the lewd, obscene moaning poured out of her opened throat, a hush fell on all of them. In the hush, the baroness's moanings echoed the louder, the more ominous, as she clove to Theophilus.
At the very instant that the baroness, drawing a long breath into her tormented lungs, let go a long, low "Aah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" into the room, as she dissolved in dreadful orgasm, Dino Carotti tripped the switch that stopped his projector. With the same movement, he flicked on the light switch.
It was then that the toll of the sex-movie became evident in all its awful, orgiastic immensity. There, caught in the soft and sudden flood of light, they laytwenty human bodies caught up in the mightiest consumption of lust, of randiness, of utter sexual debauchery of all time.
The entire room was permeated by the pungent, acrid perfume of sperm. Sperm was evident everywhere. Here, it lay splotched and glistening still, over some woman's face. There it drenched a softly-rounded belly, still pandng up and down after its recent sexual exertions.
It squished between the fingers of female hands, lay in creamy -white spume upon cunthairs, or flowed, dripping still, from flaccid penises. And everywhere in the room was the sickly-sweet, sour smell of it.
And now, in the light, and sparked off by the throaty howl of the baroness, the majesty of her fornication with the lusty African giant leaped into sudden, incredible focus. It was the sexual mating of all time, this battle between the orgasm-racked aristocrat and the black colussus bestriding her. Into her discharge was pouring every ounce of the baroness's undeniable womanhood. But the mighty negro was nowhere near the point of his own ejaculation yet.
Oblivious to her howls for mercy, he ceased not a moment from flailing his hips into her belly. She writhed. She jerked. She twitched, hugely, spasmodically, seeking, animal-like, to escape the pain and the uncontainable agony of her ordeal. But not by a millimetre did he cease from slamming his awful, inconceivable penis into her.
When she rolled, mightily, from beneath him, he rolled with her and, still locked in fuck, continued to ream himself into her womb.
Now Carotti himself, flinging garments from him as he came, dived upon that two-backed monster-and came at the baroness from behind, his penis a raging flame of heat at the ring of her anus. His prick seemed to be literally pissing spunk as, with one great lunge, he rammed the entire length of it deep up the fundus of the demented woman. Like a hot rod through a mound of amorphous butter, it disappeared, squelching spunk from the connection as it slid up her rectum.
The aristocrat of Innsbruck shrieked in pain and outrage at this sudden, unexpected violation of her
1.83 seldom-used orifice. Then, feeling the two pricks each a-slither over the thin membrane that separated her rectum from her vagina, she shuddered obscenely, and collapsed.
In and out bored the two pricks through her two bottom orifices. Carotti rolled his eyes in an agony of lustful enjoyment as he felt the massive black cock, hot and probing and unbelievably rigid and huge, only a millimetre's thickness of cuntskin away from his own hungry and aching cock. Grimly, like two locomotive pistons, they slid to and fro-and the baroness, teeth clenched against the unendurable agony of it, lay back helpless in a swoon of sex-crazed enjoyment.
She had thrown one hip over the thigh of Theophilus, and though no detail of her mighty double-fucking was visible, no one was unable to sense its utter, all-consuming completeness. Slowly, they felt, mounting again, within their aching loins, the onset of sexual desire.
Thespie and Rhoda moved first. Together, they dragged their weary bodies erect. Their eyes were glazed and unseeing. Crawling, now, they came, as if mesmerised and under the compulsive influence of r me power not their own, to where the two men were grinding away into the body of the demented baroness.
Wordlessly, by tacit instinct, they presented their own two reddened cunts to the baroness's two free hands.
Lillian, feeling the warmth and lush femininity of these two orifices at her fingertips, knew what was expected of her. Senseless already in her debauch, she knew, in that moment, that with one cock up her cunt and a second reaming away in her rectum, that she herself must complete a dual masturbation inside the mute but eloquently demanding cunts at her fingertips.
She bunched her fingers into one long, four-fingered probe and she rammed each handful of fingertips up the cunts of Thespie and Rhoda. Gratefully, receptively, their labiae closed over the baroness's fingers.
It was the turn, now, of Thys van Grondwijk to enter the enormity of the fuck.
Realising that the baroness had still one orifice untenanted, he came, catlike for all his massive bulk, over to the five coupled bodies. He lowered his body in a crouch over the aristocrat's face, and he thrilled in delight as he felt her mouth close over the head of his penis, felt the familiar sucking sensation of her tongue and of her lips doing their well-practised work upon him.
The baroness's joy was now nearing its acme. Only her two armpits remained capable of taking any further sexual pleasure, and all that prevented the insinuation of any more bodies into that sexual sprawl was the mass of heaving humanity itself, there at its vicious work of lechery.
But Lillian had reckoned without the acrobatic agility of Heine Gorlitz, and now the gymnast came, drawn as irresistibly as iron filings to a magnet, inching over into die fuck-satiated tangle. He watched, transfixed, the concerted heaving of that six-bodied chaotic mass fornication. He arched his hips and plunged forward at the precise, accurate moment for entry.
The baroness gave an electrified shock of spasm as she felt the oiled, sex-seeking wand cleave its way to her body from behind her shoulder, through the sweatdrenched tangle of hair in her armpit, and intrude its blue, angry head over her squashed breasts.
Incapable now of movement of her own, except the movement of her fingers inside the cunts which had trapped them, she was a woman given over in her
JR5 entirety to the mightiest fuck she had ever experienced. She found her mind awash in the swimming sensation of sexual thought. Had there ever been so mighty a fuck in this world before? Had there ever been woman no monumentally bestraddled-by not one man, but by no fewer than four of them at one and the same time! She was, at that moment, incapable of orgasm-the pitch of orgasm had long since been attained, and was now past. But the sensation was far more mighty than orgasm itself could ever have produced in her, and she revelled in the realisation that she could probably lie there for ever now, the female receptacle for as many pricks as the propinquity of naked, striving human bodies could squeeze or insinuate into or upon her.
More, however, was to come. The movement of the seven bodies had now settled into a slow, probing rhythm of sexual exploration, in which the full, pendulous tits of the baroness became visible from time to time, as Theophilus fell below her arched, receptive body. Into the gap between her upper, outside tit appeared and reappeared, lasciviously, the glistening, snakelike head of Heine's thrusting wand. The baroness's two tits were visible in their inviting nudity-and the cleavage between these massive mounds was vacant!
It was Jackson Willoughby who had noted this fact. Slowly, among those who were watching this greatest of all fucks, the airline pilot stiffened, and prepared for action. Suddenly, unerringly, throwing himself bodily into the heaving heap of other bodies, he sped with his throbbing penis straight at the mark. It was the might of his onslaught alone that carried him, inexorably, into position, and he felt his penis cleaving the valley of that squashed-togcthcr mass of mammary flesh so that his piston slid under the twin lubrication of his.own spunk and the baroness's animal sweat, directly into the valley of that warm, feminine deft.
Istvan could not forebear to cheer. The magnificent mass of depraved mutual fornication was now complete. This was something, happening here before his very eyes, that nobody else in the entire world had ever seen before!
Here was a woman, bearer of one of the proudest names in Europe-lying with a prick up her twat, another up her rectum, another deep in among her tonsils, a fourth in the deft between her enormous titties, and a fifth cleaving the fecundity of her well-haired armpit! And, at that, she lay masturbating two of the most statuesque female bodies, nude and delightful, in all the world! Eight bodies in all-locked in one single, simultaneous fuck! When, ever, in the history of human fornication, had the like ever been seen before?
He seized the lush, nude body of the panting Althea, and he threw her across the tangled pyramid of the eight heaving bodies. And as she fell upon that mass of flesh, she instinctively parted her thighs to receive the sudden and mighty onslaught of his tool. As she ensnared it within her sexual nest, she pulled the blonde-headed giant to her belly, seeking to squash her hard-nippled breasts all over the chest of him.
Hildegarde and her new lover, Shane McGarrity, came into the battle. He knew, as he drove his penis deep up her vagina, that here, in his arms, was one woman who could never be completely lesbian again, ever. Cunts she might suck-true, and copulate with dildo with some future woman, in some fit of remembered perversity. But henceforth there would have to be the warm, throbbing prick of some sex-hungry man.
Around the edge of that mass of bodies came Alouetta, now-naked, massive, obscenely randy as she searched for sexual satisfaction. She found Reginaldo, stupefiedly watching, and she picked upon him to assuage her nowaroused appetite. Dragging him to her body, falling with him to the floor, she encompassed all of him, balls and penis together, deep within the maw of her hungry cunt.
Leslie Haines, seeing his former lover coupled there to the hilt in the experienced twat of the Dutchwoman, let go a yell.
He leaped upon the woman nearest him-Anaka-Lee, consumed in the grip of her numphomaniac lust. He bore her to the ground, aside and half-athwart the pyramid of fuck-locked flesh all about them. And he shuddered in sexual enjoyment of the spasm-producing thrill he knew when he felt her hungry, insatiable vagina sucking him into the thrill of his new-found masculinity.
Somewhere in that sea of sex was Felicity, finding sexual relief in some unseen orgiastic ritual. Alone, now, and unfulfilled, was little Elaine. She shouldered her way into the heaving group, seeking a man-and, finding none, she impishly contrived her own solution.
A smile over her sprite-like features, she danced like a tiny fairy, daintily and lightly around the entire group. Here was some spittle-drooling mouth-she presented her downy-bushed cunt to it, feeling a shudder as those lips closed at her own labia, as that tongue darted up the depths of her vagina. With a throaty chuckle, she would draw away. There was a ganglia of fingers. Again she presented her little-girl twat-and again she thrilled to the entry of ringed fingers up her sexual chasml Then she would disengage her cunt for yet a third experimental pirouette around the group.
She saw Althea, body rigid and jerking spasmodically in obvious orgasm, suddenly fling her legs up in the air and swooning in the agony and ecstasy of her coming. As she fainted, she collapsed from under the might oi Istvan, still randy and robbed, at the very point of his discharge, from himself attaining orgasm. Elaine was ready.
Daintily, but unerringly, she flung herself between the loveliness of Althea's nakedness, lying back over the lush body of the Greek girl, her thighs parted to take the Swiss prick throbbing there before her.
Istvan, delighted to feel again a cunt where split seconds before had been no cunt at all, let go delightedly. Time and again he bellywhacked the petite, pixie-like little girl, and he thrilled rigid as he felt her legs go up, out, and arch around his body as she, in turn, was carried to the uttermost rigors of orgasm in his massive fucking. She kicked and battered his hips down and into hers, letting her body arch backwards against the soft mountain of flesh athwart which she was being fucked, and Istvan gave her all and more of what he had, as he allowed his erection to remain in that insatiable cunt.
His climax became the climax for all of them, then. Writhing and rumbling, obscenely shouting profanities, their bodies earthquaked then into one mighty, communal orgy of orgasm.
The baroness, like Althea, fainted into insensibility as she felt the huge, unbelievable coming of her straddlers, virtually at-one and the same moment, as they began their discharges. Semen jetted in pearly-gleaming long strands over her throat, her breasts, and she felt the twitching lancing of ejaculations up into her rectum, deep up her cunt at her very cervix. She writhed and wrenched spasmodically, sucking down a load of semen into her throat from the Dutchman's huge penis, spluttering for air, and choking upon the semen and spittle that threatened to drown her as she strove to swallow its never-ending stream.
One after another, or simultaneously, ten penises splashed ten darting loads of semen over bellies, down throats, into cunts, between sticky, wet fingers and into the palms of masturbatory hands. One after another, ten cunts twitched and angered into communal orgasm, and seemed to explode in the swollen intensity of their vaginal orgasms.
They jerked, racked rigid... and finally, one after another, ten male bodies, naked and sweaty in defeat, subsided from ten sets of nude female bellies and lewd woman-bosoms... and were still...
On the face of the baroness, buried beneath die lascivious mass of her fuckers, played a beatific, Mona Lisa smile.
It was the smile of triumph of the scientist in the moment of discovery, the smile of triumph of the athlete who has broken an Olympic record, the smile of triumph of the mother in her moment of birth.
It was the smile of Lillian, Baroness de Bierli-who had set out to break, then to reunite her friends. She realized, now, that she had succeeded far beyond her wildest dreams.
Satiated, replete with the fullness of the glutton, and wearing, now, the glow of her success like a halo about the entire naked woman-body of her, heavy-titted and full-bellied, with the massive weight of her simultaneous fuckers pressing down upon her in the torment of their communal collapse, she slept.
There was nothing-nothing more at all, to come. From that moment on, there would be nothing... except the memory of what they had lived through.
The baroness slept...