Chapter 7
They were sitting over after-dinner coffee in a private salon attached to the suite of the baroness.
Setting down her cup, the aristocrat said: "It's not supposed to be an all-out affair, this-but I did think it might be amusing for some of us, to watch Reggie and Leslie at work. After all, it's not many who can claim that they're ever seen two fairies in action. Any takers?"
"Not me," boomed Theophilus. "What Berenice and 1 went through last night is enough to last anybody a couple of days. And I know myself. If I watch any sex, tonight, I know just what's going to happen."
"So do I," said his wife, "and I'm here to tell youI want no part of it. My cunt's still sore, still bruised. C'mon, Thco. This isn't for you and me. We're off to bed."
The baroness looked inquiringly at the two homosexuals. "What do you say, Reggie? Leslie?"
Waving a deprecating hand, loose upon its wrist, Reggie protested: "Oh, Lillian-really. Of all the outrages-and in front of all these people-"
"Nonsense," said the baroness. "You shouldn't mind. You've done it before. Remember Copenhagen, last year:
"Oh yes, I remember. No need to get nasty. One doesn't mind so much if one knows people. But here, after all-why Leslie and I have hardly met some of you. Leslie may be embarrassed, too, you know."
Leslie seemed far from embarrassed. Sipping coffee from a tiny cup, pinched between two fingers of a hand whose little finger stuck daintily out, he murmured: "I don't see why we shouldn't, Reggie. Alfter all, it's not as if there are any outsiders. We're all Lillian's friends here."
Reginaldo conceded the point. But he still pouted.
"You're a beast, Lillian, sometimes, you know. You really are!" he protested.
"Beast? Why? There's no telling what'll happen to the rest of us if you put on a good show," she said, smiling. "Remember Copenhagen?"
Reggie relented.
"Oh, very well then," he simpered. "But you'll have to promise, now, that some of you at least will also take off your clothes and start something. You can't imagine how Leslie and I hate to be naked-quite naked, I mean -in front of so many girls. You've no idea how embarrassing it can be!"
Leslie had already started to disrobe. He was undoing an elegant cream silk shirt, peeling down to under vest and shorts. There was a willowy, undeveloped grace to his body which, in anything but so effeminate a youth would have been considered downright skinny. Reggie was as devoid of poundage-a mere white sapling in physique.
Stripped now to complete nudity, they stood facing each other. Their pricks hung, flaccid and unaroused, arching gently over their scrotums.
Unobtrusively, the baroness dimmed the lights. There was now just enough illumination for the two principal actors to be seen. With a knowing glint in her eye, she went then to sit on the broad arm of the chair in which Heine lolled backwards.
The German gymnast found his gaze drawn in fascination to the play of the two pederasts who were now pirouetting on tippytoes so that they might absorb the "fee!" of sex, the better to activate their libido. Pricks still flaccid, they twirled in ballet-like postures before each other.
Then Leslie, arching his torso backwards, began to activitate his hips to and fro. This caused his tool to slap up and down against his boardflat stomach and the very sound of sinew upon flesh was sufficient to start the erection of Reggie. He ceased his gyrating and felt with his fingers, as if in surprise, the thickening shaft of his cock.
"Oh, dear," he groaned, as if it were all some great, dimly-understood mystery. "Here it comes, Leslie. Look at it, darling! Doesn't it utterly fascinate you?"
Leslie laughed. He laughed, not as men laugh. He giggled, as a girl giggles. "But of course, you silly thing! You know it does-it's so exciting-making. Let me touch it, darling?"
Reggie minced over towards the other man, who knelt quickly, and reached for the well-remembered contours of that opposite penis, now at face-level. He fondled it, lovingly. "Oh, but it's divine! So divine! And so utterly mine!"
by now, Reggie's erection was turgid enough to be able to stand out, horizontally, unsupported. Leslie drew his tongue blissfully along its undersurface, supporting it only by the lightest pressure of his fingcrtipj.
And then he said: "Aaa-h-hl And now it's happening to me, too. I do declare, I'm getting quite excited I"
Entranced, he stood up-without, however, relinquishing his tender grasp upon the organ of the other man.
"Look, Reggie!" And, with the excitement of a schoolgirl, he held out his own member, drooping but thickening, over four supporting fingers of his elegant, womanlike hand. He was shyly proud.
The two faggots moved daintily toward a divan where, still in the light, they sank back, their heads against the cushions, leaving their legs to dangle over the edge of the divan. Now on their backs, their penises protruded upwards.
Leslie plied his experienced fingers over the prick of his friend, to bring up that organ into its final state of randiness. As he did so, Reggie was busy masturbating his own tool.
Finally Reggie arched over, and clasped the helmet of his friend's penis into his pouting, wettened mouth. Leslie allowed a sigh of pure rapture to escape through his parted lips as, ever so gently, he eased his own prick into the caressing mouth poised above it.
This was the love ritual that all had heard about, though few had seen the fabled copulation of homosexuals, since the days of Caligula's Rome the most prevalent form of perversion in the world. Every movement was so dainty, executed so casually, that it seemed the most natural progression. Thus it was no surprise to see Leslie slide back to a prone position, wriggling so that he did not disturb his penis inside the clinging wet lips of Reggie's mouth. When he lay, fully extended, upon his back, he drew Reggie around so that Reggie was now crouched oppositely above him, Reggie's own tool but an inch from Leslie's gaping mouth below.
Leslie continued his gentle masturbation. And now, the pre-spunk began to exude. With wicked enjoyment, Leslie forebore to begin his own sucking at that stage. Instead, he collected that oily fluid until the entire head was shining, iridiscent, under its slimy deposit-and then massaged, with infinite pressure, all around the flange. Leslie knew, as few women do, just how randy it could drive a man. And he persisted to exactly that point when he knew his loverboy could bear it no longer. It was only then that he slid the top of Reggie's tool into his own mouth.
Now, punctuated only by the delicious noises of cocksucking, the two of them, silently and skilfully, went about their simultaneous mouth-to-cock copulation.
Those watching reacted characteristically.
Heine Gorlitz was perhaps furthest gone in erotic stimulation. The gentleness, the grace, the exquisite effeminacy of the two fairies had so overcome him that he had unabashedly loosed his penis from its fly, allowing its enormous length to jut up and outwards from his thighs. As he watched the performance of Reggie and Leslie, he stroked its sinewy length pensively and tenderly.
The baroness, watching him masturbate, smiled wisely. She was herself in the grip of desire, but she had the aristocrat's full measure of self-control. Later, when Heine's libido had been fully released, she would help him. But not now.
She was watching, alternately, her two friends upon their shared couch-and the antics of Anaka-Lee. The dusky, honey-skinned Polynesian had thrown herself back into her chair, knees drawn up, was frigging herself in full view of any who cared to look her way. She wore no panties, and her fingers had churned up a froth of spume that glistened and dripped from her silky cunthair.
Watching her, in turn, and allowing his gaze to wander over the entire company, was the doctor. This sort of thing gave him every whit as much pleasure as did actual copulation itself. He liked to study people's individual reaction to sex... to determine who would masturbate alone, who would masturbate mutually, who would be driven into the final ecstasy of actual fuck, who would abstain altogether. Idly, he caressed his own cock, to keep up the titillation be was feeling so exquisitely.
Oblivious now to the effect their cocksucking was having on the party seated around them, Reggie and Leslie went at their delectable mutual after-supper orgy of each other's sexual juices, both pricks in full view and not hidden, as in man-woman fucking, in the wallow of thighs, of cleaving bellies, and of agitated buttocks flaying into each other. There was nobody in the room who could not see, exactly and accurately, what was going on-who did not know precisely what Reggie and Leslie were up to at any stage of their love-play. And the effect of that passionate, coupled cocksucking had spread to all who watched, motionless save for their masturbation, excited but not yet unable to endure their excitement.
It was Althea who made the first movement. She had kept her skirt in throughout the strange performance. But deep within her vagina the juices had begun to flow, and she allowed her labia to glide deliriously over each other, and so over her engorged clitoris, in the most imperceptible of movements.
Without a word she reached out for Istvan. With his own prick erect and jutting from his pants, he sank down upon his knees in front of Althea, who now drew up her skirt to expose the full loveliness of her dense'y covered twnt, scintillating light like scattered jewels from where the hairs had caught up their load of lubrication. And as she exposed herself, Istvan went down and into the delicious reddened tunnel of her vulva, his tongue gliding over her clitoris.
Reggie, crouched over his friend, felt himself racked in the grip of orgasm. In fierce little jabs, he sent his organ-tip into and out of the tongueing mouth of Leslie, rigid beneath him as he felt Reggie at the point of discharge. Considerately, Leslie released his own tool from Reggie's mouth, and concentrated upon the sucking movements necessary to coax Reggie's load from its column. His turn would come, when Reggie had spent. And then he felt the hot semen arrive, in little jets, and he sucked away, gathering the entire discharge into his mouth. Far too delicate and dainty to swallow it, he waited until Reggie's orgasm was completely spent, then spat the full load of come, still hot and steamy, into a Kleenex.
Reggie had sunk to his elbows after the fury of his climax, and Leslie inched himself forwards through the thighs of the faggot who bestrode him. That left Reggie on knees and elbows, and exposed his lilywhite buttocks, the arse-hole agape over the tightened scrotum-and it was to that target that Leslie now addressed himself, operating from a standing position at the end of the bed. Devotedly he drew the other man's backside towards his now rampant cock, and it seemed to those who watched that the arse-hole knew exactly what was expected of it. It puffed out like some sea-anemone as the rigid piston met it-and the plunger was forced, sinking and swishing, deep and solidly into its cylinder. Reggie whimpered in the onsetting ecstasy of pain. He raised his head in sweet martyrdom as he felt that penis probing
6i straight up his rectum. But he knew, full well, the delight that was Leslie's at that moment; knew, too, how best to prolong it. He strained back at the thrusting cock, and a look of ineffable bliss spread over his finely-chiselled face.
Though the changeover had blotted out the view of their organs, reversion to anal copulation had at least been a physical movement-an exchange of two bodies in space. It served to release the charge of passion that, by now, had the audience in its grip.
The baroness moved first. She slid from the arm of Heine's chair, fell to her knees and whipped her skirt over her back, presenting to the German a backside encased in black, wide-legged panties. She spoke not a word. Words were unnecessary. With a gesture of supplication she pulled aside one leg of the panties, to reveal her own tight little arse-bud, rosy and intriguing above the turgid, swollen Hps of her cunt.
The gymnast gazed at this unfamiliar view of the baroness, mesmerised with the lewdness of her pose.
He knew what she was begging him, wordlessly, by gesture alone, to do. He sighed, unbuttoned his fly completely, and knelt to the rounded, wellfleshed buttocks of the baroness.
His cock was fully eleven or twelve inches long-a whiplike sinew of raging, spunk-drenched flesh. He presented it to the anus of the crouching woman before him, wondering, as he did so, whether it would ever make entrance into that unlikely fissure. Nor was he long in finding out. The baroness strained backwards, feeling that probe at her anus, and loosed all the muscles round her ring. A full-rumbling fart rang through the room, and at that very instant the slimy sinew slid in and up, up, up-right into the very o Jon of the crouching baroness.
At the sudden and unexpected crack of the fart, both Reggie and Leslie winced with delight. Leslie, at the arsehole of his friend, plied his task with redoubled efforts.
Istvan burst out laughing deep into the cunt of Althea, for the life of him unable to restrain it-in spite of the fact that only a split second previously, his licking tongue had had Althea so frantically close to her orgasm.
It became infectious. They all burst out laughing.
Leslie, near coming before the baroness had whiplashed her fart into the room, now brought on his orgasm at once, so that, having got it over with, he could concentrate on die others. He and Reggie drew apart, and both of them stared in delighted surprise at the sight of so much perverse fornication taking place all round them.
"For Heaven's sakes," he said. "Just look at them, Leslie! Not a normal fuck going on in the entire room. Did you ever-but really I"
Shane McGarrity recovered first. But be made no move in the direction of his nymphomaniac Polynesian. Instead, he tore off his trousers and shirt and, naked, went to lie athwart the baroness's face. The rigid rod quivering before her lips, she extended her mouth to receive the head of it, now in the double delight of having one cock in her bowels, and. the other slavering its load of juices in her mouth.
The lascivious sight of the ravaged aristocrat triggered olf their collective lust.
Istvan had by now abandoned all thought of cuntsucking Althea into orgasm. With a mighty growl, from deep down in his throat, he lifted her from her armchair, stripped her, and lowered her to the floor where she lay, an odalisque or superb nakedness. It was the work of a second to shuck off his own clothes. He stepped into position.
Althea, so close to coming already a moment ago, needed no urging. She spread her alabaster thighs and swallowed up the well-remembered turgidity of her lover's cock deep into her vagina. She shuddered deliriously as its helmet banged and thudded away at her cervix. A virago in her delight, she screamed: "Fuck me-ooohh-h, sweet Jesus-Fuck me! Ah, Christ, Istvan-never stop. If you stop now, I swear, I'll kill you! Ooooh-hoh! but fuck me, or 111 kill you-kill you, I tell you! Give it, man, Give it-screw it into me. Deeper-go on! Deeper! Ram it up my cunt, damn it-ah, shit-but I'm so randy now, I could die! Die, I tell you! Give it to me, Istvan-into me, man! Fuck, ah, fuckfvekfuck meee-e-e!
At the sound of her tirade, Anaka-Lee stood up. In a moment she had unsipped her frock and sent it cascading into a silken flurry at her exquisite feet. She bounded over to the demented Althea. Naked, she squatted over Althea's face, her cunt presented to the Greek girl's slavering mouth.
"Suck it, Althea!" she moaned, in the grip of her insatiable passion now. "Suck it, darling, please. Stuff your tongue right up it! Ah, Christ, but it's so hot, soo-o-o-o fucking randy, it'll explode-any moment now! Suck it-oooh, please, Althea-oooh, now, please. I'm so fucking randy now, I tell you, I'll come in a second!"
More by instinct than by any ability to hear the Polynesian's supplicating words in her demented state, Althea latched at the palpitating cunt with her lips. And as her tongue probed into the vagina, the Polynesian shuddered and shook as she went into the spasm of her enormous coming.
The squelching noises of the communal fornication all around them now proved too much for Reggie and Leslie. Their own passions began to rise again. Slowly their two cocks, excited already by one orgasm, began to stiffen for the second time.
An idea occurred to Reginaldo. "Dan-ling," he whispered to Leslie. "Oh, I say-what fun! D'you see what I see? Look! the doctor-see his behind there? It's free, isn't it? And then, look! Istvan-there, slipping it into Althea-see his arse-hole? Isn't it a divine thing? See what I mean?"
Leslie caught Reggies's excitement. "But dare we? Oh, Reggie-I'd love to, of course I would-but dare we? What if they proved rough?"
Reggie gave his answer by deed, not word. Naked already, he approached the stalwart Istvan. He waited his chance, behind the buttocks flailing away over the supine Althea. Then, seizing the split-second timing, he suddenly plunged forward, once only, ramming his oiled penis expertly into the anus that had needed to beckon and wink but once at him.
Leslie grew bold in his turn. Lying behind the prone Dr. McGarrity, he darted his lance between the arsecheeks ahead of it. Once, twice, he let it slide and then, under its own lubrication, buried his prick inside the doctor's rectum.
Caught completely by surprise, Istvan and the doctor let out two simultaneous howls of pain and outrage at the sudden abuse of an aperture that had never been so imposed upon.
But ro the homosexuals, these v/tru not the fast anal virginities they had ravaged. They knew the sudden shock-a shock of revulsion almost-that accompanies a first ramming of the anus. They knew, too, how best to stop the wriggling that inevitably takes place, as the ravaged one strives to rid his rectum of the alien rod. They knew how to overcome this first reaction of revulsion. One or two rapid plunges, and the original shock soon changes to an intense pleasure, and, thereby, accep tance, even if only on an experimental basis.
Within moments, they were proved right. After the first shock of disgust and embarrassment, neither Istvan nor Shane McGarrity raised any further protests. Each submitted-tacitly accepting that as libertines, they were in no position to object to anything anybody did to them.
Istvan went on fucking Althea, who with gusto was sucking Anaka-Lee, who had already drenched her face with one discharge, and now quivering in the throes of her third. The plunging buttocks of Istvan provided all the movement Leslie needed. Keeping his rod in position, he let Istvan do all the physical work, the while he knelt back to relax in the unbearable enjoyment of what was happening, inside Istvan's rectum, to his own pleasure-wand.
The baroness, lewd and obscene as she crouched beneath Heine, grinned as she reflected on the turn the evening had taken-Heine Gorlitz having his first initiation into female buggery, high up in her arse-tunnel, she herself avidly cocksucking the manfluid of Shane McGarrity, he in his turn consumed by the pleasure of having his penis sucked so expertly at the same time that his bowels were being reamed by his first copulation with a faggot 1
The party was now at its fever-pitch of crescendo. Already Althea was coming, jetting her load around the cock of Istvan, whose ejaculations she was absorbing deep into her very womb. She gave herself up to the fierce rapture of orgasm.
The baroness was also coming-superbly and violently.
So, too, was the doctor.
And Anaka-Lee was coming, again.
And so were Reginaldo and Leslie, jerked off into orgasm by the twitching of the men into whose arses they were jammed.
Shrieks and roarings of pleasure burst out as the copulating foursomes thrashed and writhed in the grip of sex. Bodies broke out in copious sweats. Semen oozed everywhere. Beads and streams of it shot and trickled from tits, from salivating lips, from arses, from cunts.
Tiny moans, weird and primeval, replaced the first transports of wild screaming. One and all sank into the diminuendo of delicious aftermath, breathing easily and naturally now after their orgy of breathless sexuality.
Only Anaka-Lee was still active. She needed this vast acreage of lascivious, sperm-drenched nudity to trigger off her desires once more. With her cunt inflamed by her four previous orgasms, she was in rut again, clitoris erect, labia swollen and turgid. With her eyes on ihc sea of nakedness, she was fingerfucking herself into her fifth orgasm, tweaking the nipples of her tits with her other hand as she worked herself up into the zenith of her masturbation.
Finally, wildly and obscenely, she came, Then she, too, collapsed into insensibility...