Chapter 8
THE ORGY
A late late movie on TV Friday night got me to bed unusually late, and when I awoke Saturday morning, it was already ten-thirty. I dialed Claire's number and when she answered, it was to a background of rock-and-roll music blaring from her stereo.
I explained why I had overslept, and she urged me to hurry on over as quickly as I had my coffee. I showered, shaved and gulped down two cups of good strong coffee and then departed for Claire's house.
I rang the bell and waited but there was no response. I could hear the blaring sounds coming from the phonograph, so I tried the door. It was unlocked and I entered the house. I'm not quite sure I've ever recovered from the shock of viewing the scene spread before me. No wonder they had not heard the doorbell!
The daisy-chain had Claire on her knees, legs spread over Stella's head. Stella's tongue was darting in and out of her vagina, and the look of absolute bliss on Claire's face was enough to tell the observer that Stella's ministrations were bringing on a climax. Stella meanwhile was lying on the floor turned in the opposite direction, and while she chewed on Claire's crotch, hers was being invaded by a pumping penis being pushed by Johnny Logan.
Johnny's balls in turn were being fondled and kissed by Candy, who's head was directly below his crotch. Johnny's hips and buttocks were being guided by Eddie Fry's hands, while Eddie's prick plunged in and out of Candy's vagina.
The sight was too much for me, and I pulled my clothes off in seconds and joined the chain, going to the front where Claire's waiting mouth instantly covered my outstretched cock where she knelt. I was the only one standing and perhaps that is why I was brought out of my blissful trance before the others, as a voice suddenly shouted from the front hallway.
"My God! It's a daisy-chain!"
I snapped my head around to see a lovely young girl dressed in ski togs, mouth open and eyes wide. She was accompanied by a young man in his twenties who was also dressed for skiing. The young man was clutching at the bulge in his pants as he watched the scene on the floor.
I released Claire's head and pulled my prick out of her mouth, stumbling backward and falling. This woke Claire up and she suddenly saw the two people who had just entered the room. She screamed and pulled herself away from Stella's tongue, scrambled to her feet and raced up the stairs.
A door slammed, and then I turned my attention back to the four teen-agers on the floor. The interruption had meant nothing to them. Stella's hips kept in rhythm to Johnny's, and she now had her arms around his neck, substituting his mouth for the slit where her tongue had just been.
Eddie and Candy both looked up at the new arrivals, then returned to finish what they were doing, Candy's face still being brushed by the swinging balls of Johnny as he slid in and out of Stella's sheath.
No one appeared to notice me, so I crept stealthily over to where my clothes lay in a heap and started to pull my shorts on. I stopped half-way in the dressing-process as I saw the two newcomers begin to tear their heavy clothing from their bodies.
My eyes were riveted on the beautiful girl whom I assumed was Tina, Claire's younger sister. When she was stripped, I looked on one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. She was a living doll! Her hair was dark brown and hung below her shoulders, framing a face any artist would deem worthy of his talents and canvas. Her jutting breasts were large, but did not sag from being heavy.
They pointed up at the young man who was divesting himself of his clothing as quickly as he could. Her slender waistline gently flared to curving hips which now were gyrating against her hands which she had plunged down between her legs, rubbing up and down between the lips of her moss-covered vagina. Her legs were long and she had spread them just enough to allow her hand to frig herself while her escort undressed.
When he was naked, they came together as though magnetized, and their hips began pounding together. Their heads were locked in a soul-kiss and I could see the tongues whipping in and out of their mouths as they slowly slid to the floor. Tina assumed the classic position and grabbed for the young man's penis, placing it within the lips of her pussy.
They both lunged at the same time, and Tina stifled a scream as the boy's shaft went full-length into her quim. Soon his balls were slapping against her buttocks and their moans were mingled with the sounds which came from the other two couples busy on the carpeted floor.
I crept to the stairway and slowly ascended. There was only one door closed, and I assumed it was Claire's. I knocked, but there was no reply. I turned the knob and entered. Claire was lying on the bed, sobbing into her hands. I sat on the bed beside her and touched her hair.
"Oh, Bruce, I'm so ashamed!" she cried. "I was like an animal, and I had to let Tina see me like that!"
"I don't think Tina will suffer from what she saw," I tried to soothe her.
"My God, Bruce, how can you say that? I've raised that child to be a GOOD girl! I don't even swear when she's around. She's a young lady, and what she walked into here today will certainly be a traumatic experience for her. How can I ever make it up to her?" She started to cry again.
I raised her up to a sitting position and wiped away the tears.
"Come on," I said, pulling her up to a standing position. "I want to show you something."
I led her out of the room and half-way down the stairs, where we had a clear view into the living room. I heard a gasp from Claire's lips, and we both stood hypnotized by the scene we were viewing.
Tina had now assumed the dog-style position on her knees while her young man was plunging his long rod deep within her sheath from the rear. Her arms were around the hips of Eddie, whose hands clutched her head and aided her in keeping balance while she avidly sucked on his well-soaked organ."
Candy meanwhile had gotten behind Tina's partner and was darting her tongue in and out of his anus, while he pumped his load into Claire's sister. Stella and Johnny were resting from their session and were just watching the other four.
Claire and I entered the room and sat on the couch, enthralled by the multitudinous activity going on in front of us. It took only moments for everyone to climax and then fall their separate ways onto the floor, Tina rolling over to within two feet of where Claire and I sat. She looked up at her sister with half-closed eyes and spoke, slowly but deliberately.
"And I thought you were a dried-up old maid school-teacher who was trying her best to make one out of me too! Shit, Claire baby, you're a real cool swinger!"
She looked over at me and put her hands between her legs, tickling her exposed clit. "Who's your well hung suck-mate, Claire? Introduce me! I think I'd like to get a little of that meat I saw you chewing on when Walter and I came into the room!"
Later we sat around the living room drinking cola and smoking pot. Everyone was introduced, and Claire's fear that Tina would be shocked at seeing teen-agers taking part in the orgy was soon dismissed when Tina explained that she had lost her cherry when she was twelve-and to Claire's favorite uncle, her dad's brother!
"My God," Claire laughed, "and I thought he was hanging around the house to get a crack at. Mom while Dad was away on business!"
The two girls explained to the rest of us that their parents were killed shortly after Tina was thirteen. Their mother had accompanied their father on a business trip about a hundred miles away, and a head-on crash had snuffed out their lives. Claire, who was twenty-four at the time, continued her studies and worked, supporting her younger sister and sending her through school.
"No wonder Uncle Jack was so willing to help with expenses," Claire recalled. "He was getting his nookie pretty cheap at that!"
"Yeah," Tina laughed, "Aunt Margaret was starting to get suspicious and she made him stop coming over to the house. You know what? She never suspected he was fucking me! She told him she knew he was getting into YOUR pants!" Tina rocked with laughter as she told Claire.
Tina had explained that Walter and she had cancelled their skiing trip when the weather report on their car-radio warned that a new storm was expected in the mountains, and they would have been in danger of being snowed in for a couple of days.
"If Walter and I could have spent those couple of days in bed, it would have been fine," Tina said. "But the kids we were going with are all squares and I probably would have been shacked up with some four-eyed girl bookworm who would have bored me to death.
"When we walked in on your orgy, we were going to change clothes and then go to a motel for the rest of the weekend. I was sure you would be out to the library or shopping or something. I sure didn't expect a party like this to be going on!"
"Speaking of parties," Johnny spoke up, "aren't we wasting a lot of time shooting the shit when we could be shooting the snatch?"
"Hey!" piped up Stella. "I got an idea! Let's make a real game, you know, just like a regular party!"
"Okay," agreed Claire. "Got any ideas?"
"Get me some newspapers and a stapler and some string," Stella directed.
Claire fetched the materials and we became engrossed in watching the kids staple the papers together to form a curtain, and then hang the newspaper-curtain over the string which was stretched across the room.
"Only three couples can play this at a time, so we'll flip to see which couple acts as referee."
Claire and I lost the toss and we listened to the instructions for the game which they all seemed to be familiar with.
Holes were punched in the paper at the right spots, and the girls had to leave the room. Each boy then stood behind the curtain and put his cock through the hole. No girl could even see the boys' feet, so there was no possibility of recognizing him except by his prick. Any girl who guessed all three boys correctly, got to be serviced by all three boys at the same time. If a girl guessed two, she was serviced by two boys, and so on. If a girl guessed wrong on all three boys, she had to service each of the girls in a different way all by herself.
The boys all took their places behind the paper-screen and pretty soon Claire and I saw three limp cocks sticking out of the holes in the newspapers. It was then that we first noticed one of the rods had not been circumcised. We had seen Johnny's and Eddie's pricks and both of the boys had been cut. This staff, we knew, must belong to Walter, Tina's young man. In a way it didn't seem fair.
Stella was the first to come out. She caressed each dong as it hung out of the hole, and soon all three dicks were beginning to get stiff. She lingered over Walter's pushing the skin back until the fiery red knob appeared. That one she guessed right. She missed the other two, however, so she had to wait with us to see how the other girls made out.
Candy also picked Walter's cock out of the trio, but she too did not recognize the prick which had just been in her mouth, and she missed the guessing game.
Tina then approached the outstretched pricks and looked and felt them over. She too skinned back the head of Walter's dong, and then she came up with the winning statement.
"That one is Walter," she said, pointing to the covered knob of his dick. "This long one with the big head belongs to Eddie, and that nice sausage-shaped one with the drop of come on it is Johnny's!"
She then lay down on the floor, bent her knees and let them fall apart, ready to collect her winnings. The three boys went into a huddle and soon emerged, smiling.
"Come on, chick, stand up for your reward," Johnny told her, helping her to her feet.
"Now close your eyes," Walter commanded.
As she stood expectantly awaiting the action, Eddie placed a stack of telephone books on the floor in front of her, slightly to her right. Walter got up on the books and pulled her head sideways so that her mouth would touch his waiting organ. As quickly as she felt it with her lips, Tina opened her mouth to envelop it.
Johnny meanwhile had pushed her legs apart and situated his cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. He just allowed it to rub up and down, driving her out of her mind with lust while she nibbled away on Walter's foreskin.
Eddie approached her from the rear and spat on his finger, lubricating it before pushing it into her anus. He wiggled it around for a few seconds and then withdrew it, replacing it with the head of his penis. Walter sounded the starting signal.
"Get ready ... get set ... and GO!" He pushed his staff into Tina's throat and held her head as he started to mouth-fuck her. At the same instant, both Johnny and Eddie rocked forward and the standing girl was immediately impaled on three plunging dicks. Although she could not speak with the cock in her mouth, she uttered satisfied moans which seem to come from deep within her body.
The sight we were witnessing made Claire and I so randy that we fell into a 69 position on the floor, and were quickly devouring each other. A hand grasped mine while I was chewing on Claire's pubic hair, and I looked sideways for the owner.
It was Candy's hand. She and Stella were in exactly the same position as we were. Both of them were sucking and the slurping sounds made by the four of us mingled with the moans emitted by Tina and the boys.
One of the girls next to us suggested that we changed partners, and we rolled aside to allow the girls to assume their positions.
As my face made its downward move toward that waiting gash below me, I recognized it as Stella's. I would have known it was she anyway, by the tongue action and the sucking, pulling method only she knew how to execute on a man's prick.
It wasn't long until the room was filled with worn-out bodies, each attached to a face that showed fatigue but satisfaction.
We slept until a nearby factory whistle awakened us. It was five p.m.
The teen-agers scurried into their clothes, kissed us goodbye and left. Walter also excused himself, saying he had to get home.
That left only one completely pooped, tired middle-aged teacher in the experienced hands of two beautiful and passionate sisters.
What a way to die!