Chapter 7
Teddy told me, as we were leaving the hotel around six o'clock, that we were going to a "real swinging party" that night.
"Swell! What kind of a swinging party?" I asked him.
"An orgy," he answered, laughing.
"Sounds like fun!"
"Oh, it will be, Steve," he nodded empatically. "When a lot of whores and stud-hustlers get together and let their pants down ... you can imagine ... it's a pretty wild bash."
"Sounds as if the party will be restricted to us professional people," I remarked.
"That's the ticket," confirmed Teddy. "The bunch of beauties you'll meet tonight are all members of our clan who work the various beach hotels."
"Oh. Well then, I don't quite understand," I confessed. "What's the occasion? I mean, why fun and frolic among ourselves? Just to learn a few new tricks of the trade?"
"And you probably will!" Teddy guffawed. "We all sort of ... have club meetings, once a month. You know ... just for the hell of it."
"That's interesting. Wonderful! What you're really saying is ... we beautiful people get together to enjoy sex-and show off to one another!"
"Okay, sure it's sort of vain on our part," Teddy growled. "But just you wait-you'll get your cash register gut full of piggish pig-tricks after a few weeks. And when the experimental novelty wears off, you'll want to make a distinction between business and pleasure, too."
"Yeah ... I suppose so," I admitted solemn-ly, remembering the swish and thinking that I didn't want to make a regular habit of any impersonal sensualists, really. "Now tell me-who's throwing the party tonight?"
"A couple of the girl whores ... who pooled some of their non-taxable profits and rented a nice and secluded pool-house on the outskirts of town."
"Sounds like the berries," I winked impishly.
And it was. We arrived at seven-thirty, and from the half dozen cars parked in the circular driveway I knew that the party was well started. Getting out of the MG, I heard the incessant babble of talk and laughter from within the small but fashionable house, nestled well back from the street and nearly obscured from all views by a large, thick grove of Banyan trees. Teddy led me up the long walk to the front door and knocked; I took a deep breath and prepared myself for anything.
The door opened and I stared at a slight, boldly female girl wearing only gold lame toreadors. I'm afraid that my mouth flew open at a first glance of her bare big breasts. I wasn't prepared for this ... delicious welcome!
"Hi. I'm Carol. Carol Henderson," she said pleasantly. She didn't wait until I closed my mouth and came out of my dumbfoundedness. She nearly yanked me over the doorstep and shut the door quickly. "The neighbors are all old fogies, but a couple of the men might be peeping toms," she added in explanation of her abrupt action.
"Our charming co-hostess-Steve Reynolds," Teddy introduced us.
"Hi, Carol," I smiled warmly, coming to. "Very nice ... to meet you."
"Same here," she nodded, obviously surveying the firm bulge at one side of my very tight jeans. "So you are God's newest gift to the beach scene. Thank you, God!"
"And you are a divine gift yourself," I put in my own two cent's worth.
"Cliff hangers, aren't they?" she asked, cupping those fantastic breasts out at me with both hands.
"I'd like to climb those cliffs ... with my mouth," I grinned.
"Be my guest," she said. "Later! I have to stick on door-duty until everybody gets here. Meanwhile, have a drink. The portable bar is stocked ... out on the pool-patio."
"Thanks," I nodded, then turning to Teddy, said, "Lead on. I can certainly use a stiff drink, now!"
Carol grabbed my arm and squeezed slightly. "Just a minute-all your clothes get checked here at the front door. Don't be shy!"
"Who is?" I shrugged, smiling broadly. I unbuttoned my shirt.
"Mind if I watch?" giggled Carol as my fingers unhooked my belt and pulled down the zipper on my pants.
"Turn your back and I'll...."
"You can do that too, later!"
"Hot dog!"
There was another moment of appraisal between us, than I denuded myself unashamedly ... even expectantly.
"Merry Christmas," Carol said soberly. "You are a hunk and a half, Steve."
"Isn't everybody here?" Teddy asked jealously, looking down proudly.
"We never invite puny people," Carol giggled.
"After all, it's what's up front that really counts!"
"This is going to be one hell of a great party!" I laughed with gigantic expectation.
"You'd better believe it!" Carol assured me.
"Just remember, Carol, we have a date."
"In a few minutes ... that'll seem like hours." She banged the flat palm of her hand against the front door. "Damn guests who can't arrive on time!"
For a moment, I considered going over and grabbing a mouthfull of her bulging breasts and nailing her against the foyer wall. Then I decided to endure the waiting game, revelling in a sense of frenetic anticipation. And I followed Teddy on out to the pool-patio where the welcome was manifold.
I gasped and stared, almost frozen in delicious disbelief. I felt a tingle up and down my body, and I blinked at ... at least a dozen nude girls and an equal number of naked boys. All gorgeous. All right out of a beautiful, lusty dream. They were drinking and talking and laughing around and in the pool, and I hesitated a minute to notice the way they were grouped. Mostly they were mixed in equal portions of both sexes. But here, two masculine homosexual hustlers, there three very unobvious Lesbians. Nothing seemed to be happening ... yet ... but the voices and darting eyes were fever pitched, anticipatory, I knew. Then Teddy laughed at me.
"Carol and this whole set-up really have you all shook up! Huh, Steve?"
"Yeah, I could overflow the pool," I admitted, suddenly a little self-conscious of my bobbing flag-pole as we began to mingle.
"Oh, what a masterpiece!" a pleasantly plump girl beamed at me, and I felt myself blush. "Welcome! I'm Nancy Owen, your co-hostess. And you are...."
"I'm Steve Reynolds."
"Everybody!" she cried loudly. "This is Steve. Steve Reynolds. Swings a big stick, eh gang?" There was a moment of laughter when I wanted to dig a hole and crawl in out of embarrassment, then Nancy went on, "Now then ... let's all get balling! And since Steve is fresh and new here among us tonight ... I'm going to be a perfect hostess and let him ignite the fireworks! Kiss my big pink buttons, Steve!"
There was a general hullabaloo of excitement, but I was oblivious to the buzz and everything else around me as I quickly concentrated on nibbling at Nancy's marvelous display. I pecked and tongued and kissed away in mouth-fuls of sweet, hardening pleasure, and succulent seconds later Nancy was moaning deep down in her throat and shivering delightedly as I buried my face, played my tongue briskly, and received her splendid spewings as hungrily and gratefully as any starving vulture his profuse appetizer.
"Succulent, huh?" Nancy asked down at me.
"It certainly whets the ferocious appetite," I blinked, my blood beating furiously, my strong legs quivering with impatience. "Now I want to lay you down somewhere ... like right here on this chaise lounge!"
"Bottoms up!" someone demanded, and Nancy hunched forward with her hands digging into my shoulders, encouraging a big beefy young man who continued to sip his drink all the while.
"Crazy, huh?" Nancy giggled at me. "Real crazy. But fun!" I answered, looking around the merry crowd while I waited impatiently.
Everywhere there were clutching, panting, pumping bodies! It was as if I'd stumbled into some modern version of Dante's ... Shangri-la! Teddy was pool-side; that is, he was sprawled on his back over the edge with his legs spread wide apart and his feet kicking up water-waves while only his companion's bobbing head was visible out of the water. And no sooner was she at him in an established rhythm when his contorted chest was straddled by a big, broad-shouldered, handsome homosexual hustler.
"Jeez," I mumbled, blinking repeatedly at the fabulous figures entangled in vivid passion all around me.
"Greatest circus you ever saw, huh?" Nancy huffed.
"Say that again!"
"It'll go on for the whole damned night. You got that kind of stamina, Stevie?"
"I'm saying my prayers!" I laughed.
Then Nancy's fingernails dug into my shoulders, and she and her drinking companion cried out together, and this time no one interfered when I threw her to the chaise lounge and flung myself upon her, driving her head back and down into the pillow with the force of my kisses, and the lust-maddened passion behind them. Her body arched to meet the strength of my amorous attack. My left arm was around her, so completely encircling her body that I held the nipple of her left breast in a nest of clustered fingertips, and then my right hand went down her body, over her moving hips, over the thigh, and she was ready, rising to meet me.
Her arms were around my neck and shoulders, holding me in fierceness, for everything in her body was now terribly alive to me. But she wanted to savor this moment until she had taken everything from it, and her body would be going mad for what she knew I would do next. And so she held me off, turning her body from one side to the other, keeping her thighs between us, never letting me get quite to her. But suddenly her tumultuous emotions, now wild, geysered swiftly, and it was unbearable not to let me take her. We cried out at almost the same instant, and came together in a raging ferocity.
Our bodies clenched and unclenched, beat together, parted, came together again. My voice was hardly more than a guttural snarl in her ear, and she was not much more articulate herself. We were beyond words.
I became, abruptly, a son of sexual sandwich!
With a sly smile, a ravishing red head passed in front of my blurred vision ... then a second later her breasts bumped against my hard, rocking back! Her nipples were as hard as sea-shells.
"Don't mind me," she panted into my right ear, then "Mmmm...!"
With a pleasant shock, I felt her kisses. The red head was kissing my broad back, letting her tongue glide around ... and down. She nipped a bit of my flesh between her teeth.
"Owww...!" I shouted, tensing at the minute pang of pain, and instinctively thrusting out my hips.
"Marvelous!" cried Nancy. "Bite him again!"
Instead, she continued her descent until ... it was the most electrifying ecstasy I could experience! The red head knew just how to tune me up so that I would play Nancy like a grand piano. And the things I felt came out in cries swelling to shrieks, and suddenly I began to rock and rip apart just as....
The familiar voice cried out, "Oh, no! No-o-o-o...!"
My head writhed up. I was hot, then cold, then hot again ... with the dynamic eruption ... and horror!
Minus clothes but with camera ... was Shirley!