Chapter 13

I found out what the following Saturday night. I was "invited" to go along with Mimi and Gus to a party. Their friends turned out to be John and Ellen Smith, my friend Sandi's parents, and the party was at their house, the scene of my first orgy with Nancy and Jerry and Allen. I was reluctant to go at first, but Mimi and Gus insisted, and since I still wasn't sure of my status in our strange relationship, I consented to go. I doubted whether I really had much choice.

The week leading up to the party was strange for me. I stayed in the house for the balance of the week and did not see any of my friends. Gus and Mimi treated me with a politeness and the easy familiarity that had existed before any of this had happened; they made me wonder whether everything that had happened with them, both alone and together, might not have been part of my imagination. They didn't bring up the subject, either, and never referred to that strange night in my room. It was as though none of it had ever happened.

That's why, when they requested that I come with them to the party, I agreed to go. Their unusual behavior confused me; I didn't know how to deal with it. Something was up, but what? I wasn't sure.

Naturally, I thought more about myself. If anything could convince me that I was obsessed with sex, that episode with Mimi and Gus was the final confirmation. I was convinced that I was either insane or a nymphomaniac to do what I did. There was no other explanation.

As punishment for myself, I abstained from all sex for the balance of the week. Even though I was tempted many times at night when the burning ache seemed to creep up my legs and twist itself into my cunt, I refused the urge and somehow went back to sleep. I had to fight my weakness and overcome the temptation.

When Saturday night came and we finally arrived at our destination, Mimi and I got out of the car and waited for Gus to lock up. She seemed warm and friendly, not at all hostile or antagonistic, and it made me wonder whether that night she had really been angry with me. Might it have been an act?

Gus joined us. "Everyone ready?"

"Let's go!" Mimi took his hand and they walked down the path to the house. I lagged behind a moment, watching, but Mimi turned and beckoned to me. I followed obediently. I had just joined them in front of the door when it opened, and I heard sounds of a party beyond.

"Hi, Mimi! Hi, Gus!" the woman answering the door said. I recognized her. It was Ellen Smith, Sandi's mother. She looked over at me and smiled. "How are you, Tootsie? I'm so glad you could come. We're all looking forward to you."

"Thank you," I answered. What did she mean they were looking forward to me? Looking forward how? In what way?

We entered the house and John, Ellen's husband, asked if we wanted a drink. Gus and Mimi said yes, but I refused.

"So you're Tootsie," John said to me. He was a ruggedly handsome man, and Sandi clearly favored him. "I've heard so much about you."

From whom? What had he heard? It was all so strange.

John took my hand and led me into the living room. It was crowded with six or eight couples, mostly the parents of all my friends. Jerry's parents, Linda's parents, Allen's folks, and over in the corner I recognized Henry Price and his wife. He seemed to be staring at me.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" John Smith shouted. He held my hand up. "I'd like to introduce you all to Tootsie, our very special guest. I want you to make her feel very much at home."

I blushed at the attention, and I wanted to crawl under something and hide. All kinds of friendly greetings and gestures were offered me, and the confusion and crescendo of sound against the background of music and talk made the intelligible sentences indistinguishable. I only caught phrases and words, but they didn't tell me anything. I was still very confused.

I looked for Mimi and Gus, sensing that even though they might be enemies they were the only people I really knew at the party outside of Henry and his wife, but Gus and Mimi were mingling, going off in separate directions. I was left stranded and alone. "Hi!"

I turned to the voice. It was a tall gray-haired man, and I didn't recognize him. He had a drink in his hand and was smiling at me.

"I'm Vincent R. Post," he introduced himself. "How are you?"

Mr. Post. Was this Marc's father? I looked for the resemblance.

"Fine," I answered, smiling back because I didn't know what else to do. I could see now that he did look like Marc. Around the eyes and mouth. Marc's father.

"I've heard so much about you from Mimi and Gus. Even Henry rates you very highly, and you know what a perfectionist he is. I hope we can get together later on."

I didn't know how to answer. I was beginning to understand, though, what he was talking about; what all of them were talking about. I was beginning to understand what kind of party this was.

"Thank you," I pushed out finally. Then I muttered something about seeing him later.

He wandered away and for a moment I tried to gather my thoughts. Henry Price, Mimi and Gus? Highly rated? Did he mean sexually? And if he did, how did he find out about all that? Did Gus and Mimi tell him? Did Henry tell him? My God! What was going on here?

A dyed blonde lady, perhaps thirty-five or thirty-eight, walked up to me. She was heavily made up and was wearing a shiny gold dress that was low-cut-so low that you could almost see her nipples. Her breasts were big and pillow-like, and almost immediately I guessed who she was.

"Hi, Tootsie! I'm Flo Rubin. I think you might know my daughter Nancy?"

"Yes, I do," I answered, flabbergasted. "She's one of my friends."

"You're a very pretty girl, you know. So young to be coming to these parties. It's quite an honor, you know."

I didn't, but I began to suspect that it might be.

"Thank you," I said smiling.

She looked at my breasts and licked her lips. "You really fill that out, don't you?" She reached up and squeezed my tits. "And it's all you, too."

Her hand was still on my breast, fondling it through my bra, the nipple tingling to life, when Henry walked up to us. I blushed and tried to pull away from Flo Rubin's hold, but I was unable to dislodge her hand. I didn't know which was more disconcerting: being felt up by a woman in front of all these people or the throb of excitement her caress stimulated in my cunt.

"What are you doing there, Flo?" Henry asked. He looked at her hand.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to stake my claim early."

"No cock tonight?" Henry asked.

"I was thinking about trying Tootsie," she answered, dropping her hand from my breast to rub it across my side and stomach. "Especially after what I heard from Mimi about her."

"Oh, that's a shame," Henry said. He smiled at me and her. "I was thinking of having Tootsie myself."

"Yeah, I figured as much." She dropped her hand from my body and turned to me. "Henry is our prize attraction at these parties, you know. He's not much to look at from the outside, but what a cock! It's not every night you get reamed out with a nine-incher. I've only had him once myself. You're a lucky girl, Tootsie."

Henry chuckled, and the garish blonde lady walked off. The whole conversation was so unreal I almost couldn't believe I'd heard it. It seemed as though I was up for grabs. The prize cunt for the night.

. "How's it going, Tootsie?" he asked when she'd gone.

I stared at him, and for a moment I tried to remember that day when I was left with him and he'd paid me to suck his cock. I didn't find out until later that he'd given me a twenty-dollar bill. I still had the money at home, in the top drawer of my bureau, untouched and unspent. I sensed it might always remain that way. It was a symbol to me now, a symbol meaning more than one thing.

"All right, I guess," I answered him.

"Is it all right for later?" he asked. He put his hand down near his crotch and just sort of brushed it across the from of his pants. I remembered his cock and the way it had made me feel that day. Nine inches!

"I guess so," I muttered. My throat was dry and the words squeaked out. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that I would still be here later on. Not unless I got some answers, some very good answers. I was beginning to feel more and more like the whore I thought I was. And it was what they seemed to think I was too.

"I think you'll enjoy it," he said with open confidence.

Before my anger and indignation could respond, we were interrupted by Ellen Smith, our hostess.

"Henry, you must come with me. We have a little wager to settle. You know Anna Gregory, the new girl in our group? Well, she doesn't believe that you're...."

The rest of her words were lost as the couple retreated into the background of the party. It didn't matter; I could guess what the balance of the sentence was about. It was one of the only things I'd figured out all night.

"Somebody broke the ice!" someone screamed. "Look everyone; somebody broke the ice!"

There were cheers and hoots, and I followed the line of vision. On the sofa, the very same sofa that Marc had fucked me on before I got involved with Nancy and Jerry, was a couple fucking. He was on top, and they both had their clothing on. Her dress was flipped back, and I could see his cock pushing wetly in and out of her cunt. A pair of frilly red panties hung off one foot, jerking back and forth through the air as the energetic humps of his hips bounced against her open cunt.

People cheered and laughed, kidding and making obscene jokes about the couple.

"Who is it?" someone asked.

"Dottie Gorman and Ralph McCann."

"What-again? They must really be hot for each other. They're always the first!"

More laughter and yelling. Then: "The ice is broken! Everybody naked!"

I watched the fucking couple in fascination. That was Davie Gorman's mother and Elaine McCann's father. And they were fucking furiously, right out in the open.

"Everybody naked!" the chant picked up.

Laughing and screaming, spilling drinks, and touching each other, the couples at the party began to undress. They stripped down enthusiastically, anticipating the coming action.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?"

I turned and looked. It was Mr. Post, Marc's father. He had his cock pulled out and was fondling it. It was long and thick, but not nearly as big as his son's. What fascinated me was the gray hairs that curled out of his open zipper. I'd never seen gray cock hair before.

"I'll be back in a moment," I said. I wasn't about to get naked until I had a few questions answered. I made my way through the crowd. Mimi was half naked when I found her. Her dress was off; all she had on was her panties. A man I didn't recognize was sucking on her tits.

"Mimi," I said. "I have to talk to you."

"Now? Can't it wait?"

"No, now. It's very important."

She pushed the man away from her tits. "In a minute, honey," she said to him. Then, to me: "Come over here, Tootsie. Out of the way."

I followed her until we were in the hallway. There was a lot of noise, and I had to shout to make myself heard.

"What's going on, Mimi?"

She stared at me as though I were crazy. "You mean you haven't figured it out? It's a party, an orgy, a wife-swapping club!"

"That much I know. What I don't know is what all this has to do with me. Why am I here?"

"You're our newest member!"

"But I'm not married-"

"Of course not. Why do you think we had to give you such a rigorous examination?"

"With Gus and me and Henry. All that sex. We had to test you after Gus suggested your name."

"I don't understand."

"After you seduced Gus. He told me about it and told me how good you were. He said you really dug sex with an insatiable passion ... that you'd be a natural at our meetings. He put your name up for membership, a real honor because of your age, and the club voted you in, tentatively, until you were tested. That's why we left you with Henry. Henry was one of your examiners."

My head was spinning. "And you knew about it all this time?"

"Of course. Did you really think Gus was cheating on me? I knew. In fact, I was one of your testers. There's always a man and a woman. It helps us determine how enthusiastic a new member really is. You passed my test with flying colors."

"Then, that. . . think between Gus and you-"

"Just another test. The last test. If you passed that one, you had to be sincerely devoted to sex. We purposely made it as hard and trying for you as we could. That was because of your age. We had to be sure."

"But why didn't you tell me all of this?"

"You weren't a member yet. Why take a chance with telling you if you didn't qualify? You know, this is a secret club. We can't go around telling just everyone about what we do. Only true devotees of sex. Someone else might not understand."

My head was spinning. It was insane. A sex club. A club filled with adults devoted to sex-total, uninhibited sex! It boggled my mind.

"Do you have any other questions?" Mimi asked. She seemed impatient.

"No ... I don't think so." My head was still spinning.

"Good. Then I'll get back. Don't waste too much time. You'll miss something."

"I just have to think a moment," I said. "Get my head together."

She turned from me. "Don't be too long. These parties have a habit of really turning out good."

She left me standing there.

I stood in the doorway and looked in at the party. Everyone was naked, and they were fucking all over the room. Cocks were in cunts, asses, and mouths. Men were fucking women or men or both together. Two, three, four persons were locked together in every conceivable sexual position. I saw lesbianism, homosexuality, and good old-fashioned fucking. The room was alive with sweaty, naked bodies dancing rhythmically against each other.

I felt myself being sucked up into that swirling, overpowering vortex of raw, uninhibited sexuality. My hand stole under my skirt and into my panties. I wasn't surprised this time when I found that my cunt was wet. I'd expected it.

Whore? I thought. Oh God! What a fool I'd been.

Perhaps to teenage boys that was what I was; they were immature and didn't know any better. My trouble was that I was out of their league. I was playing with children when I should have been with the professionals.

To them, and to me before I understood, I was over-sexed. Obsessed with sex. Well, I was! But that's not a bad thing. Just look at it! Look at all those adults who are just as oversexed, just as sexually obsessed as I am!

I stared about the room. Mimi was fucking with the man whose name I didn't know. Gus was eating Ellen Smith's cunt while Florence Rubin was sucking his cock. Dottie Gorman and

Ralph McCann were still fucking on the sofa. And so were all the other couples in that room-fucking and sucking and abandoning themselves completely to the hedonistic pleasures of raw sexuality.

Sex, I knew now, wasn't just pleasure-it was a way of life!

I searched through the crowd for the single face out of all others that I needed. I found him standing in a corner, naked, now affectionately stroking his nine-inch cock.

"Wait for me, Henry!" I screamed, ripping my clothing off until I was naked. "Wait for me!"

Sixteen was such a good age to find out that you're a woman.