Chapter 4
"Quiet, you cats," Ben Doan shouted to the group of teenagers who mingled about the giant bonfire.
"Okay, so we're not noisy," a girl said. "But we'll fuck noisy soon, so what's the big announcement."
"Yeah, how about that," a small, beautifully shaped colored girl said. "Ben's always got an announcement. He's getting to be awful big beans around here. Pretty soon, he'll make an announcement about how to go down."
Ben looked at her and grinned. His eyes coasted down her body which was light brown and almost totally bare beneath a skimpy bikini that even showed a hard, rounded pussy. Then he said, "Tina, what you got that swim suit on for? It's April, and that ain't for swimming, girl."
She took a couple of paces toward him, swinging her shoulders in an exaggerated way as she moved in order to better expose her large, firm tits.
"Sure it's April," she said. "But I'm unseasonably hot. Hot for coming, baby."
Laughter issued from the group when Ben said, "You're unseasonably hot, girl. And you're always out of season that way."
"Phoeeee, to you, big bean," she said, sticking her pink tongue out at him, then rolling it as if it were on his organ.
"All right, children, all of you listen to your old Uncle Ben now," Ben said, turning his attention to the dozen or so youngsters who bunched in front of him.
"Where's that creepy old professor anyway?" a boy in swim trunks inquired.
"He'll be along most any time now," Ben told them. "Now listen, this is what I want to go over with this club. You all want to go to Blair State, right?"
"Right," chorused the group.
"Well, don't forget that Professor Haywood is the guy who can get you in that drippy college."
"We know," a girl, also in a bikini, said. "We have to be on our best behavior. "We'll fuck him blind," she said.
"Yes, your best behavior, Lee," Ben said.
"Oh, goodie," Lee exclaimed. She did a quick little dance that made her blonde hair fly wildly about her waist while her breasts thumped in and out of the thin bra top. The moon's rays and the glint of the fire made her white skin seem seared with heat.
"So, everyone take my advice," Ben continued. "Throw everything you've got into making a good impression on the Prof-and you kids better know the kind of impression I mean."
"Great, just great," a boy called out. "That's fine for the chicks, but what about us guys? Are we going to have to go queer or something? I don't want to suck his cock!"
"Not unless you're so inclined," Ben said soberly.
The group roared.
"Blair's got another little old representative here at Bay City," Ben continued. "Her name's Miss Bigelow, and men, she's a dish-a wild, crazy dish."
"You talking from experience?" another boy asked.
"Don't worry about that," Ben said. "Just take my word for it."
"And we're supposed to make it with this chick, right?" a tall boy dressed in ragged jeans asked.
"Use your own imagination. But men, it won't hurt a bit if you do. She'll fuck you good for your efforts."
"Come on, that's enough of the business part of this old meeting," the Negro girl, Tina, said.
"We all know what to do with the Blair people. We're not dumb, you know, we can shift for ourselves. I'll shift my pussy right into his mouth!"
"Hey, look at Tina shift," a boy cried out.
Tina raised her arms above her head and wiggled her body madly as she made a complete circle. The bonfire flames ignited her, made her seem wild and savage and very, very desirable. She must have known of the erotic picture she created, for she moved her buttocks in such a manner as to dip the bikini bottom so low that it looked as if it would loosen and fall. And her bra twisted below her whirling breasts to expose black-brown nipples that stuck out of their moulds like hard forefingers.
The group of teenagers started to clap and holler encouragement for her wanton dance. But when she paused and dropped her hands, they quieted again.
"Just one thing," a girl at the back of the group called out. "I've got something to say."
"Well, step up and say it," Ben told her.
In a moment, the girl pushed through the others and arrived next to Ben. Ben's eyes roamed her body appreciatively when she paused in front of him.
She was beautiful in an odd and exotic way. She was quite tall, possibly five feet seven. Her complexion was a strange mixture of many Pacific races; Hawaiian, Chinese, Japanese, and ingredients of remote ocean islands. Her hair was black and hung loosely to her hips. Her eyes were as brown as chestnuts and nearly as round, but with a slight elongation of them that added true, Oriental flavor. Her body was very erect; she stood as straight as a cadet. She wore a white peasant blouse above short, very tight, shorts. The blouse was loose and billowed at the bottom, providing, from time to time, a brief glance of yellow-brown-white flesh. Her hips were high but they moulded so perfectly into long, keen legs, that one had but slight suspicion that a part of her background was also Negro. She was barefooted. Her nails were polished a vivid orange and they seemed like part of the bonfire itself. Her hips snuggled so tightly beneath the short shorts that they seemed a part of her flesh. And her breasts were large and bounced freely beneath the blouse. Yet, as they moved, there was a conservativeness to them, a kind of withholding of them, even as they rippled free of any undergarment. The sharp V of material at her thighs announced an absence of undergarments at that area, too. But it was the girl's face more than anything that made her seem different from the others. Her mouth was wide and red and looked very, very worldly. Her nose was small, yet the nostrils seemed constantly working as if they sought a particular scent.
Ben Doan rolled his tongue over his lips as he looked at the girl. She seemed not the least impressed.
Finally, he said, "All right, Lio, you've got the floor." He made a little introductory motion with his hand, then stepped to the background.
Lio was quiet a moment. She moved her eyes over the group in front of her. At some of them, she paused. Others, she quickly passed over. And finally she looked straight ahead, seeing all of them, but none of them in particular.
"All of you are overlooking something," Lio said. "You're assuming that you can't qualify for Blair State so you're rigging up all sorts of gimmicks and blackmail and prostitution of yourselves, did you ever consider that it might not be necessary, that you might be able to play it straight and still make it?"
"I considered it," a girl said. "And that's why I've got to use some little tricks."
"That may be true for some of you," Lio continued. "But think of this. You'll never really know if you could make Blair or not. If you use your bodies with this professor-and I already don't think much of him-well, it's going to do something to your confidence. If you can't make Blair on your merits, it'd be better to go to a lesser college and at least know that you can compete, that you didn't con your way into the school."
"I'm going to make Blair," a girl called out. "I'm going to make Blair any way that I can, then I'm going to make every damn man on the campus to make sure I get through four years of the place."
Lio did not reply to the girl. Her eyes turned a bit sad looking and small, premature age lines appeared at her forehead.
"Well, I just thought I'd mention it," Lio said in a low voice.
"What about you?" a boy asked. "How are you going to play it?"
"Straight," she replied quickly. "Blair has the best reputation in the country. It's one of the hardest to get into. I'm trying on my record alone. If I don't make it, well-. Well, I'll just have to settle for something else."
She paused, seemed about to speak again, but then did not. She sighed and her erect posture seemed to slump a bit. Then she walked back into the group of her peers.
"Thank you," Ben said, stepping forward again. "We appreciate your views even if you're really speaking only for yourself."
Ben spoke very formally and he wondered why he did. Then he realized that the presence of Lio had caused a change in the tone and quality of his voice. She nearly always did that to the boys, he remembered. It was a strange, but charming quality, but one with which he could not compete. It unnerved him, made him want to assert gaiety in order to give him confidence again.
"Anyone else have anything to say?" he asked.
"No, let's get with some fun," a girl replied. "We've had enough of this business. We're all going to play it our own way with the Prof, but until then, come on, cats, let's swing, let's jive, let's do some damn thing to get some life around here."
"I was just about to suggest that," Ben said, grinning a big white split through his black face. "Jim, have you got that little bottle of mystery juice with you?"
"Sure have, chief," Jim, the boy of the ragged jeans said, stepping forward.
"Good, pass it around to those who want it," Ben instructed. "No obligation, at all, take it or leave it according to your own desires."
"Or the lack of it, for some of you studs," blonde Lee laughed.
"True, true, true," Ben said. "Now don't be hoggish. Save a little of that puff stuff for the prof. And maybe Miss Bigelow will want a bit too if she gets here."
Jim, his body bare above his tight jeans, a tight hard-on bulging, extended a small bottle toward Ben. "Come on, chief, drink up. The leader of this little gang had better be first."
"He is," Ben said, taking the bottle. He grinned once before he swigged from the bottle. He took only a small amount of the liquid, then handed the bottle back to the boy.
Jim turned from him, took some of the liquid himself, then passed the bottle to Tina, who was the first in line.
Ben Doan watched as the bottle changed hands. A new kind of excitement began to growl within him. Always strong, always virile, the light aphrodisiac, nevertheless, had its effect upon him. He looked at the bodies of all the girls in front of him. He felt capable of a mass seduction of them all; felt hard enough and strong enough to go from one to the other then back again without a pause, without going soft, without rest or revitalization of his masculinity. Wild thoughts, those he ordinarily never entertained, raced through his mind. He looked at the group of girls and considered the fantasy of walking over their naked bodies, grinding his hard, black toes into their bellies and their breasts. Then he envisioned them walking across his naked body as he lay naked and prone upon the beach. Then he thought of the torment he would like to bring to them, and he thought of cruelties he would like them to bring to him. Ben, thinking of all these things, bloated his chest and felt powerful. And he was powerful, he decided. After all, it was he who was the leader of this high school group, he who worked as a bellhop as they planned college careers. And it would be he, his own organizational ability, that secured a place at Blair State for many of them. He grinned thinking of it, considering how right it seemed that he, one of the underprivileged, was the one to whom the others turned when they needed help for their upperclass ambitions.
As the last teenager, a flaming red-haired girl with fabulous breasts, drank from the bottle, Ben asked, "Everyone set? Did everybody get some of this joy juice?"
"Everybody but Lio," Jim reported.
Ben looked through the others until he found Lio standing at the back of the group. Then he smiled and said, "Lio, honey, why do you even stick around with us? You don't do a damn thing we want to."
"You all amuse me," Lio retorted. "Besides, I like most of you and want to be around to drive you home if you need it. And you will."
Ben laughed. So did the others. But their laughter had a different ring to it now. It sounded slow and soft and very expectant. It had lost its sharpness, contained now only a kind of looming patience for anything that might develop.
"Okay, what are we going to play?" Ben asked the group.
There was silence for a full minute, then the dark-skinned Tina said, "I feel wild and ready for something different."
"Me, too," white-skinned, very blonde Lee agreed.
"Well, suppose you two just do what comes naturally-or unnaturally," Ben suggested.
Tina needed no coaxing. She jumped in front of the group and turned and faced them. Then she yelled, "Hey, man, beat that bongo, will ya?"
A bongo drum started its heavy, thumping beat from the back of the group. Tina started the gyrations of a mad dance. Her hips shifted from side to side, her belly rolled muscle rolls of flesh up and down, her thighs trembled and her feet planted fast and heavy upon the sandy beach. And all the time her tits shook and whirled, jumped out of the bra, then hid again for a moment before coming into view again.
And her hips shook the bottom of her bikini so loose that it dipped far, far below her navel, threatened for a moment full exposure of her brown skin, then finally did provide that exposure as the bikini bottom slid lower and finally fell at her feet on the sand. She stepped out of it and continued her insane movements. And soon, she reached behind her, undid the knot of her bra and threw it far away from her.
Ben felt a jolt of immense desire as Tina continued her dance. He looked at her brown-skinned body and wondered why he had never yet fucked this beautiful girl why he had been recently so intent upon white flesh, that he had overlooked the beauty of his own race. He saw her hair flying, her naked body twirling and arching and thrusting forward and back as she were already involved in an act with some unseen lover.
He quickly reminded himself of his position as leader of the group, told himself that he must be more patient than the others, even when stormed by the effects of an aphrodisiac. To aid his poise, he looked at the others. All of them were swaying. Jim had dismissed his ragged jeans and stood nude, his cock sticking straight out. A few of the girls, while their eyes remained trained on Tina, started to step out of their clothing. Some of the other boys followed their example. And all of them appeared to patiently wait as Tina ignited them to an even higher pitch.
She brought a change of direction to her dance. She began to swoop close to the fire, then away from it, then close again. Once, Ben nearly gasped aloud as it seemed that she had entered the fire. But it had been only an illusion. She had gone close, close enough to feel the heat upon her, Ben was sure, yet she was still free of flames which might have engulfed her body.
Beads of perspiration bubbled at every part of Tina's body. Some turned into streams and rolled down her dark skin. She looked hot and wet and completely crazed.
She turned away from the fire. With a wild yell, she darted a few paces away from the group. She stopped at one of the vine-entwined trees which bordered the beach. She approached it, dancing, swaying, moving her body erotically as if she were approaching a monster lover. And in a moment the tree became just that. Her cunt, swollen with passion, seemed to open and exude a musky odor.
Tina brought her naked tits close to the harsh bark and thorn-studded vine that wrapped around the trunk. She threw her head far back and arched like a bow. Then, moving slowly, she whipped her tits from side to side. She moved faster, then still faster. Her breasts thrashed against the tree. The bonfire flames, shooting up as if her act had set new fuel upon them, enveloped her in a spotlight glow of red. And she whipped her large, brown tits harder and harder against the tree, so hard that blood began to ooze and trickle down her front until she was lined with streams of blood that could, by extension, represent the very life-lines of her blood vessels.
She gave another wild yell and stopped the action. Then she moved forward, arched strongly, and brought her thighs together around the tree trunk. She clasped and unclasped with a fury. She tortured herself with an abandon that seemed bent upon great injury, death, or both so long as the one preceded the other. And she uttered wild and uncanny calls while she moved, while she pressured her cunt against the tree from her deep, back-bending position of erotic thrusting.
Ben looked at her, became mindful of his black heritage. He wondered how it had been in the past. He wondered if Lisa's drive for self-punishment had some sexual precedent that had been established in savage jungles long before white men knew the earth. He wondered if what she made herself suffer thrilled her as much as her body seemed to be thrilled. He wondered.
Tina went lower on the tree trunk. She moved until she nearly squatted. But her low position did not slow her action. It made her move faster, give herself more drivingly to the brutal tree. Her juices were smeared along the tree trunk.
As if by previous arrangement, the bongo drum beat a series of hard, final notes, then went quiet. So did Tina. She raised high upon the tree a final, slow-grinding time, then turned and faced her friends.
There was a slight gasp that escaped from every pair of lips in the group. Tina was covered with blood. It streaked her body like long, bony witch's fingers. It puddled at her navel. It smeared at her thighs. It ran raggedly down her inner-thighs until it ended at her feet. She looked as if she had been dipped in blood, held by a heel by some wicked mother then dipped quickly into the element of her life's flow.
Slowly, very slowly, undulating her body as she moved, Tina brought both of her hands to her thighs. She let them pause there a moment. Then, in a long, slow caress of all her body, she moved her hands upward, smearing blood as she moved until at last she joined that which had been at her thighs with that which still smeared at her breasts.
Then she dropped her hands and cried out. Then she collapsed, blubbering.
Ben looked away from Tina. The sight was almost more than he could stand. He felt suddenly very tired and very disgusted for this orgy, so much like the others that they held regularly, because it marked some perveristy of their youth that none of them really wanted-didn't want, but accepted as substitutes for those things they did not possess.
Ben was still breathing hard when Lee suddenly appeared before the group. She was very blonde looking and she had brought nudity to her body. She faced her peers, bringing herself into a position of leadership that Ben did not care to dispute.
Lee looked very white and pure as Ben stared at her through half-closed eyes. Her breasts bloated, then collapsed, then bloated again as her strained breathing moved them back and forth. There was a tremor that had come to her entire body giving her the appearance of one who was still uncertain as to just what it was she was meant to do. She started to speak, then stopped. She looked around at all the others. Then she again started to speak, and once again did not.
Finally, after breathing deeply, Lee said, "I guess maybe-well, maybe all the rest of you feel the same way I do. Kind of crazy and excited and-and-well, anxious for almost anything. And I think we all know that it's because of that stuff we took. But that doesn't really matter, maybe that juice just frees us from-well, from our inhibitions. I'm all kind of crazy and mixed up, like I know what's going on except that it's a dream, not real, yet I know it is. Anyway, we don't have much time before Professor Haywood will get here and I just want to-to-to do something, but I don't know what."
There was a murmur of agreement among the crowd, indicating that all of them felt much the same as Lee, that they were motivated toward great experimentation but lacked direction for that outlet.
It was quiet a moment, then the red-haired girl stepped forward. Her mighty tits were heaving as if she had just finished a long distance run. She was naked except for the tiny bottom of a very small swimsuit. Pink-brown freckles spotted her body, making her breast ends appear more pink than they actually were.
"I think I know what you mean, Lee," the redhead said. "So you feel as if you'd like to do everything-all at once-and with everyone?"
"Yes, that's it," Lee exclaimed, shocked, but pleased that words had been given to her feelings.
"Hey, yeah, that's it," a boy called out.
"That's just what I was thinking," a girl giggled self-consciously.
And there were shouts of agreement from nearly everyone in the crowd.
Lee turned and looked at Ben Doan as if seeking his advice. He merely nodded, then she turned back to the others. She started to speak, then stopped, shrugged her shoulders and looked at the red-haired girl.
"Let me," the red-haired girl said. "I've been on these kick parties before."
Lee stepped back and relinquished her position in front of the naked, and half-naked, teenagers.
"Do you all know what 'mingle' means?" the girl asked.
Affirmative shouts came from the group.
"All right then, let's mingle. Pound that damn bongo drum and let's roam around and do any damn thing that comes into our mind. Okay?"
Shouts of approval ripped through the dark night.
The bongo drum pounded a weird beat, one of rapture and delight and mystery. The naked youngsters moved around the small circle of sand. Everyone moved except Lio, who remained in the background, watching, looking more sexually exquisite than any of the naked girls who walked with bouncing bare breasts among the boys.
It seemed that they might move without direction forever, and perhaps they would have, had not the flaming haired girl with the freckled body ended their aimlessness.
"Oh, man, let's go," she shouted.
She reached out and grabbed the forearms of two boys who were nearest her. She urged them to move together in front of her. For a moment she let her eyes sweep the nakedness of each of them. Then, with a mighty crash, she brought her body against them and wrestled them to the beach. Both boys went willingly to their backs. And the redhead loomed over them like a fiery cloud meant upon drawing the life out from each. She dragged her large tits atop the first boy. She raised her shoulders a bit, then undulated them so that her breasts swept heavily at the boy's mouth. He opened and snapped at her, and finally consumed her tit for a moment. But a moment was all the time she allowed him, she fought her tits free, then crashed them both against the face of the other boy. He, too, responded with a snap and a growl, a quick taking and a thirsty drawing. Soon, she withdrew from him in order to offer duality to her efforts. She urged the boy's heads closer together, then she raised and lowered upon them so each could know the comfort and the excitement of her breasts. The boys went to them like twins, each to a single mould, each to his individual play upon it. The redhead swept her shoulders deeply, then arched away, then came close again, lingered while she swayed and pulled her breasts against the hold they made upon them. And as she moved, she arched deeply. Her flaming hair fell back. Her face looked strained as if billions of small sparks of sensation were gathering within her body, making ready for some odd unleashing. Then, answering that call of billions, she arched like a swan diver.
Ben roused himself a bit and watched. The red-haired girl and her lovers seemed very strange to him, very far away, but what they were achieving seemed quite near. So did the things that the others were achieving.
He shifted his eyes to the side. Here, two girls were engaged with a single boy. They were wrapped around each other like the lines of an abstract statue. One girl was on her side. The boy was stretched horizontally to her.
Slowly, Ben Doan moved his eyes from that scene. But he only encountered another.
Two girls were stretched on the ground together. They were pointed in opposite directions of each other. Ben looked away. Now he was confronted with a new threesome. A girl, on her knees, her breasts hanging to the sand, swung her hips madly as she received the lurching boy behind her. And, catching fire from the thrill she was receiving, she in turn provided thrill for the boy who sat cross-legged at her head. His fingers were wrapped tightly in her hair. He moved her head in a vigorous motion, one that seemed as intense as the motion of her buttocks.
For a moment, Ben only watched. But soon, his eyes were made to blink by the sudden appearance of a car's lights that swooped to a stop at the top of the hill above the beach.
Instantly, he asserted his leadership, that which had been momentarily lost.
"Cut it, kiddies," he shouted. "Cut it and get into some clothes-for a while, that is, cause our professor's done arrived!"