Chapter 8
The baroness kept her party three days on the Lido. Her purpose was to allow the ten persons to get to know each other better.
by the end of the second day, Lillian found her party had tended to fuse into two groups of four. The baroness herself, with Heine and the two homosexuals, were one group. Their pleasure was over on the mainland, mingling with the crowds of tourists in the winding, narrow streets between the Rialto and St. Mark's Square.
For Dr. Shane McGarrity, however, with Anaka-Lee and Istvan and Althea-there just was not time enough to do all the swimming and sunbathing they crammed into each day. They hated crowds-so they left Venice alone.
The Kandis swam, or went shopping, with equal enjoyment. Today they had joined the group on the beach. The huge negro was eying the tourists enjoying them selves in pedalos out in the open sea.
"Let's get three of those things," he said. "And let's get the hell out to sea in them-somewhere where we can shuck off these swimsuits end loll around with no clothes on. Somewhere far out, where nobody's going to see us-what say, anybody?"
A beach attendant pushed three pedalos into the surf and the trio of vessels was soon a good eight hundred yards out from the shore, bobbing lazily up and down. It was far enough for them to strip. They lay, their bodies naked and exposed, relaxed in the seats of their making nothing but the most desultory of conversation. After a long pause, Anaka-Lee spoke. "I wonder," she said, "whether it'd be possible to fuck underwater?"
Her startling question stung them all into attention. It did more-it showed the lines along which several of them had been thinking. Theophilus, indeed, provided visible evidence of this. His massive black penis was already swollen into a half erection.
Berenice was unbelieving. "You mean to say you've never found out yet?" she asked, incredulously.
"Oddly enough, I haven't," confessed Anaka-Lee. She paused. "But you see, here we arc, out in the sun and naked-and it's nice. I don't know how it's affecting you, but as for me-I'm about 3s randy as I've ever been. I often get that way. It's the way I am, I guess. Sometimes I do something about it-and sometimes I wait till the feeling passes off by itself.
"So I'm lying here, all hot for fucking, and I got to thinking, watching the water-what it'd be like to be fucked actually in the sea. And I wondered... You see, here I am with my cunt all warm and wet and squishy. I'm about as ready for the knife as I've ever been.
"Suppose, now, I had to dive overboard. Wouldn't the shock, of the cold water sort of dry me up, inside? Wouldn't it douse out the old libido? Phhht! Just like that? What'd happen to the urge-the desire to fuckyou know, that delicious feeling that spurs you on till you just naturally have to be fucked to get any sort of relief at all?"
"But of course it can be done," said Althea.
"And I damn well know it can be done," chuckled
Berenice. She, like Althea, was surprised at this naivete on the part of the Polynesian.
She glanced over at the now erected prick of her husband, bobbing and throbbing gently now from his huge underbelly, probing up into the sunlight.
"You slip over the side, Anaka-Lee," she said. "Theophilus is just the boy to show you what you want to find out. Go on-you're not going to lose any of the urge, girl. I'm here to tell you that. Theo's done me underwater a score of times. It's the loveliest thing that can happen to you. Go on! Over you go! And you, Theophilus-you're going to show her!"
Anaka-Lee needed no second bidding. She slid, rather than splashed, into the water that was her element. Gracefully, she floated in the water as Theophilus, giantlike and huge as some hippo, swam lumberingly over to her.
For all the shock of being submerged in cold water, she was still as randy as ever. She dived, and swam beneath Theophilus Kandi, playfully flicking his massive rod as she passed below him. A few yards away she broke surface, and Theophilus turned to swim toward her. But Anaka-Lee submerged again, merrily taunting: "Come and get it, boy! It's right here, when you want it!"
This time she came up between the floats of the centre pedalo. Reaching up her arms, she clutched at the floats for support. It was an attitude that showed off to perfection her incompatible shoulders, rippling under their honey coloured skin. Lazily her big breasts floated, their nipples hard and puckered as much by the grip of the sexual desire upon her as by the cold water.
Theophilus swam over to Anaka-Lee, treading water. His penis could be clearly seen, jutting toward the straight-haired silkiness of the black cunt.
Suddenly the sex-hungry Polynesian spread out her legs, encompassing the mighty trunk of the African at hip level, and drawing him toward her with an urgent tug of her heels.
In he came, and she quivered through her superb frame with the delicious shock-surprise of the penetration of that rampant ebony lance into and right up her vagina. Theophilus sent his enormous arms about her body, and held her to him, her breasts squashing, naked and buoyant, against his black chest.
It was a position that, out of the water, could only have been accomplished by a powerful man and a very petite woman-the man, planted between the woman's legs entwining his hips, swinging her up and thrusting her down over his penis, using her as a mobile cylinder which he slides up and down over his stationary piston.
That was what was happening in the crystal clarity of the water beneath them, and four heads craned to observe the joyous ritual. Two peruses throbbed into erection at the same time as two vaginas tensed with the sudden ooze of lubricatory fluid. Dr. McGarrity, Istvan, Althea and Berenice were missing little of what was happening to the aquatic fornicators.
It took a mere five or six plunges of that incredibly thick negro weapon that was impaling Anaka-Lee for her to dissolve in the throes of her first coming. Her delight was obvious. Little crooning noises escaped from her as, not letting up for a moment, she strove to cram all of her vast fuckjockey into her cunt. And Theophilus, boring manfully into her, knew that he too, was approaching his ejaculation. He modified the ferocity of his fuck, contenting himself with a slow, deliberate squirming of his rod into its hot, ciliated tunnel in longer and more satisfying probes.
Anaka-Lee, however, took no thought for the prodigality of her pleasure. Possessed of an insatiable sexual appetite, she simply allowed other muscles in her twat to absorb the deeper-probing heft of Theophilus's manshaft. And within seconds she was off on her second orgasm, writhing and twisting as she clung to Theophilus in the grip of her body-wracking climax.
"My God, but how does she do it?" cried Althea, knowing that these orgasms were no mere put-on affairs -knowing that they were as genuine and physically wracking as any they themselves had ever endured.
"There are women like that," said Berenice softly. "Multiple orgasms-isn't that the medical term, Doctor?"
"Multiple orgasms-that's quite right," said Shane McGarrity. "Very rare. But Anaka-Lee is a classic case -one right out of the textbooks. She goes on and on, spitting out one climax after another. And she enjoys every one of them-the last one, if possible, more even than her first."
He glanced at Istvan. "When Theophilus is finished," he said, "you go in. She'll take all you can give her as well. And when you're finished, I'll take her on. Don't worry about her. Leaving Anaka-Lee in-between orgasms is nothing to her. She'll finish herself off on her finger, and then bring herself on again after that, if she still feels like it."
Theophilus was ejaculating. Great streams of white semen floated from the locked thighs of the couple as he jetted enormously, time and again, into her clutching, squirming vagina. When his convulsive hipthrusts subsided, he withdrew his member on a trail of strand-like threads of white sperm that floated up through the sea between and around their two bodies.
Istvan caught the glassy look in the eyes of the Poly nesian girl that betrayed how totally she was engulfed in the tidal wave of her libido. In a moment he had slipped from his pedalo, and was in the place Theophilus had occupied. The near-demented girl clutched his body vigorously to hers, and wriggled her cunt to receive Istvan's member. With not the slightest pause, or even any sign of relaxation she encompassed the fresh erection, smaller but just as welcome as had been the massive African phallus, and busied herself, sexually and gloriously, upon it. Again and again, machinegun-like, she shot off her successive loads until, within minutes, she had sucked forth the drenching and copious squirting of her second fucker.
With Istvan limp and spent, clinging to the float of one of the pedalos, Dr. McGarrity took his turn at that insatiable cunt. Maintaining a rhythm that can be achieved by a man with a woman only after, prolonged and mature acquaintaince, Anaka-Lee, on the point of another discharge, thrashed about in a veritable frenzy of abandon. Her tits, floating hugely, seemed to be expanded to the bursting point. Her stomach heaved with her exertions. Her sleek, satiny buttocks arched, never-ceasingly, to their greedy, gluttonous task. And finally the doctor shot his load into her and ranged himself weakly alongside the two previous copulators, exhausted by the incredible Anaka-Lee.
Oddly enough, Berenice and Althea seemed quite content with their enforced abandonment. They were in different pedalos, looking down at the orgy taking place underwater. Perhaps, had they been together, they might have given way to their emotions-but the crossing from one of these fragile craft to another on the open sea is not easy. Perhaps, because they were women, they were better able to control themselves. Both, however, felt the engorged oppression of women aroused and then left unsatisfied-a feeling that persisted long after they returned to shore.
Full of sheer joie-de-vivre, Heine was flexing his muscles in a panther-like stretch. Lunch had been superb, and the day was scintillating.
"Christ, but 1 feel fine," he enthused. "I don't know when I ever felt better I"
Spontaneously he bounded from a standing position in die centre of the room into a perfect bandstand. Hack arched, head thrown back, he froze upside-down into perfect immobility.
Then, incredibly slowly, he transferred all of his weight on to his left hand, raising his right arm, spokelike, at right angles to his shoulders. This, one of the most difficult of gymnastic feats, was doubly so in sports coat and flannels. Springing lightly to the balls of his feet, he stood up, smiling.
"Oh, what a gorgeous ability!" breathed Leslie. "How graceful-how superb!"
"That?" said Heine, contemptuously. "That was the worst one-armed handstand I've ever tried!"
"But just think," murmured Leslie, adoration in his . voice, "of being able to do a handstand at all!"
"Anything's possible-with practice," smiled Heme, "But a single handstand, fully dressed? That's not easy, man!
"Why don't you undress then?" asked Leslie.
"Perhaps," put in the baroness swiftly, "he doesn't care to undress-in front of you and Reginaido."
She was remembering Heine's prompt and uninhibited acceptance of her anus, aware that such a predilection, dammed up for a lifetime, can suddenly become released in a man. She knew, too, how little it would take to spark off a recurrence.
Heine shot the woman a quick look. Swiftly he flung jacket, flannels and shirt to a chair. Shedding his underwear and his shoes and socks, he stood naked among them -physically as perfect a male body as any that had been sculpted in Italy. And then, with the traditional "Houpla!" of the trained acrobat, he sprang a full three feet into the air, jack-knifing over to land gently upon both hands, as springily as if he had pounced upon rubber. Easily and perfectly he arched his legs upwards, heels together, head back, in the classical handstand pose. And then, with a sharp "Allez!" he swung easily over on to one hand, extending the other arm to full stretch. He remained thus, immobile and perfect, for several minutes. Then, slowly, he drew in his outstretched arm, and cased his weight, once, more, on to both palms.
"Oh, you utter darling, Heine!" said Leslie in adoring tones. "Oh, Heine-but 1 could eat you up-really 1 could, you know."
He advanced shyly and clasped the gymnast round his inverted hips. He plunged his face into the German's bins. To accommodate his perverse caress, Heine, still in a handstand, extended his legs apart. Expertly, Leslie tongued the gymnast's limp penis and it began to rise, hard and sinewy as a cane. Before it had come (u full erection, Leslie had his fingers upon its incredible slender shaft and Heine, lust suddenly overtaking him, swung back lithely to an upright, standing position.
That was what Leslie had wanted. Clasping the muscled buttocks of the nun, he now knelt to his task, gently sucking the tool of the athlete. He could feel by the sudden delicious shudders of the penis in his titillating lips and over his serpent-like tongue, that Heine
TJ was abandoned to an ecstasy of perverted homosexual enjoyment.
The sudden encounter had not left Reginaldo Baretti unmoved. His eyes narrowed in sudden jealousy. He made a movement to advance upon Leslie, his lover, so flagrantly unfaithful. But the baroness, noticing this, raised an imperious hand. Reginaldo got the wordless message, and smiling apologetically, he relaxed.
He watched the perverted sight-far more exciting to him than that provoked by voyeurism at any amount of normal man-woman fornication. Reginaldo felt a fire of lust burning within his loins-a lust aggravated by what he considered a flagrant infidelity on Leslie's part.
He resisted as long as he could. Then he dropped his trousers and advanced upon the pair coupled, ecstatically, mouth-to-cock in front of him. With a plaintive, feminine cry shuddering from his throat, he minced around until he stood directly behind Heine, upon whom he advanced inch by inch, until his erection was pressed upwards between the muscled buttocks of the gymnast.
Daringly now, as if expecting a rebuff at any moment, he laid his hands upon Heine's Ranks, quivering with homosexual delight at the feel of man flesh beneath his fingers. Finding his advances not repulsed, he was suddenly emboldened to grasp the German in the grip necessary to draw back his own hips for the plunge that would drive his fiery tool into that athletic anus.
This he did, then, choosing the moment when the arse-cheeks were at full distension. The shaft paused once, imperceptibly, at the very bud of the arse-holethen it plunged through and in.
At that moment Heine knew the twin emotions of extreme disgust and unbeatable excitement. Here he was, suddenly, with a penis up his rectum-and another nancyboy sucking him off! It was a confused emotion, but, by and large, not displeasing. If this be libertinism, he thought, if these weird but delightful experiences, so suddenly sparked off and provoked, were part of the philosophy of the baroness, then what had he been doing all his life that he had not become a participant sooner!
He abandoned himself, utterly and completely, to the enjoyment of the perverse delights he was experiencing. He had to do nothing except to stand, relaxed and unresisting. One man was sucking him, delightfully. Another was fucking him-and that was equally delightful. Sooner or later, what would be, would be-as the Italian song had it. The kneeling fairy who was so delectably salivating over his penis would soon receive his own squirting discharge. Up amid his bowels another prick was exquisitely probing. Sooner or later it, too, would shoot out its load of white-hot, dammed-up semen. What else, then, for him to do, but just to relax and to let things happen?
He did-to the gloating satisfaction of the baroness. Could Heine have seen the expression on her face then, he would have seen as well the satisfaction of someone who has attempted an experiment and who has seen it come to a successful conclusion...