Chapter 9
Knowing the back streets of Hollywood as he did, it wasn't much of a hassle finding the address that the girl had scribbled down on the back of the envelope. Alec prudently parked his car around the corner of the block and walked back to the house. You couldn't be too careful on jaunts like these. The girl was probably under age for a start, and therefore jailbait. He didn't want any snoopy neighbor jotting down his license number. He knew that his antiquated Rambler didn't fit in with the image he was trying to create. Big-shot movie producers didn't drive old Ramblers.
He adjusted his cravat and instinctively checked his toupee as he turned in at the driveway. Almost automatically, he priced the cars parked beside the house. The Volkswagen van, with its multi-hued stripes and peace slogans, fitted into the picture, but the expensive Triumph sports car threw him.
He glanced into the open-topped car as he passed and noted the scarf and odds and ends of clutter strewn about the interior. The car had to belong to the girl. He smiled hopefully. Maybe there was money attached to her.
Once he managed to get involved with the kid, maybe he could put the bite on her folks. He had been right in his earlier feeling. This was going to be an alright experience. Fuck the daughter, fleece the father, and if luck was with him maybe get something out of the mother as well.
Unable to find the doorbell, he rapped impatiently on the poster-covered door. The sooner he got into the action, the better. As he waited for someone to appear, he turned around and shot a quick glance down the street.
Confidence flooded through him at the sight of the silent houses and closed indifferent curtains of the windows. The sun was setting rapidly and the red-streaked sky imparted a warm cozy feeling to the rundown, rather cheap neighborhood.
There was a sexy click of high heels along the corridor behind the closed door. Alec straightened himself up and pulled his stomach in as he turned to face the door.
It opened, and Cyn stood framed in the doorway.
Alec's prepared speech died away in his contracting throat. "Hello there, I'm... oh my God." The words faltered and stopped as he caught sight of Cyn's fantastic knockers.
She was dressed casually in a hot-pants outfit that seemed to accentuate the shape of her exciting figure. The melons of her breasts bulged out toward Alec, and it was with an effort that he stopped himself from reaching out to touch them. Her tight-fitting knit blouse was slit down to the navel, and a drawstring held it together across the valley of her cleavage.
Alec's eyes slid down the slopes and into the inviting valley. His mind followed and he imagined what it would be like to slide his prick along that inviting furrow.
He hardly heard her voice as Cyn addressed him. "Well, what's with you, feller?"
Not trusting himself to speak coherently, Alec pulled out his billfold and handed her his business card. The girl took it cautiously, half expecting him to be some door-to-door salesman.
She read the magic inscription and her attitude changed. "Well, hello there, Mr. Smart. So you're the producer that Jodie has been talking about. Come right in," she invited him with enthusiasm.
She stood aside and pressed herself against the door jamb. Never one to let an opportunity slip past, Alec rubbed against the girl's boobs as he squeezed by her. To his delight, far from withdrawing, the girl seemed to press herself against him. Alec stopped halfway through the door, his attempted smile a leer as he spoke to her.
"Hell, I'm sorry. Where's my manners." He made a little half bow and gestured for the girl to precede him along the corridor.
He purposely blocked the narrow passageway, forcing the girl to squeeze past him. His heart beat a little faster as his earlier suspicion was confirmed. This time he got the full treatment as the whole delicious length of her body ground into him as she wriggled past him.
Her eyes laughed at him as she spoke. "Not much room for two of us, is there?"
Again Alec's eyes were on her ample knockers as he answered.
"Especially if one of them is as well-stacked as you are."
He resumed his man-of-the-world, film producer's pose. "Say, you and I should get together sometime. I may have something for you."
The suspicion of a smile that had played about Cyn's mouth earlier had now become an outright laugh.
"Yeah, I'll bet." She looked down at his crotch. "I felt it as I went past you just now."
Alec nodded his approval of her frankness. "You and I talk the same language, kid. We're going to get along together. But apart from this-" His hand flicked across his bulging crotch. "I might find something for you in one of my productions. Interested?"
Cyn tabulated his clothes appraisingly. He looked as if he might be worth a buck or two.
"Sure," she told him, "I'll come over sometime and look at your etchings. We can talk about things then. Like money, for instance. How do I get in touch?"
Alec pointed at the card she still held in her hand. "Just call me any time. I'll lay something on.
Satisfied, the girl walked ahead of him down the corridor. Her hot pants were cut enticingly short, and as she walked the cuff rode up slightly on the thighs and revealed the curving beginning of her ass.
Alec drooled slightly as he followed close behind her. His attention being riveted on the fascinating sway of her buttocks, he nearly ran into her back as she came to a halt outside a door on the left of the corridor. The sound of voices and hard rock music came from within. The noise hit him like a blast of hot air as the girl threw the door open and went in ahead of him. Alec peered around uncertainly.
In the dim light from the red-shaded lamp, the room seemed to be unnecessarily full of young people. He would have preferred to have had this chick to himself. Either her or the other younger one that he had met earlier. He could distinguish a few whiskery faces of young men lurking in the dark corners of the room. But what the hell. He could hold his own with a couple of half-assed hippies anytime. It wouldn't be too much trouble separating these inexperienced youths from their broads.
In Alec's estimation, he was doing the girls a favor. What the hell had a couple of weirdoes got to offer that he hadn't got more of? And that his years of experience had taught him to use better as well. He realized that someone was talking to him. It was the young piece of cunt from the laundromat.
He looked at her closely. In comparison to the overblown voluptuous chick that had opened the door to him, this one looked young and innocent, virginal and ready for the knife. He bent his head toward her so that he could distinguish her words against the noise of the record player.
"Oh, Mr. Smart. I'm so glad you could make it. I was afraid a busy man like you had so many important engagements that you would have forgotten all about our meeting."
Alec smiled at her benignly. "Not at all, my dear. I told you, this afternoon that getting out and meeting charming young people like you is a pleasure that I don't often have."
He reached out and took her hand. "Now lead me around and introduce me to your friends."
With a childlike gesture, the girl left her hand in his and took him across the dim room.
"First of all, I want you to meet my uncle, Dick Hamilton. Remember, I told you all about him?"
Alec remembered alright. He also remembered the blood and semen stains on the sheets. The guy had to have something if he managed to snatch his niece's cherry. A thin, shadowy shape detached itself from the shadows and a long-fingered artist's hand stretched out toward him. A surprisingly pleasant voice spoke from out of a beard-fringed face.
"Hi there. I'm pleased to meet you. Jodie here told me that we might do some business together. I'll read you some of my stuff later if you like."
The young man looked at Alec in anticipation.-
Alec released his hand and took a step away. "Later, old man, later. The night's young. Let's enjoy ourselves, huh?"
He withdrew his eyes from the shapely figure of the girl in the hot-pants suit and flashed a beaming, conspiratorial smile upon the younger man. He felt the kid tugging at his hand again and leading him over to where the well-stacked broad was talking to another bearded weirdo. His guide reached up on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. Her breath was fresh and warm on his face as she spoke.
"Don't take my next two friends seriously. They're good fun and you shouldn't believe half of what they say."
She was almost apologetic in her manner as if she feared the effect they would have on an important man like himself. She seemed very young as she tried to recover her composure before she spoke again.
"By the way, Mr. Smart, in case you've forgotten, meeting a lot of people like you do, my name's Jodie. Remember? Jodie Hamilton. Now come and meet Jerry Mander and his friend, Cynthia."
The young man rose to greet him first. His handshake was painfully aggressive.
"So you're the captain of industry that is going to bring bread and affluence into our little circle?"
There was a slight edge of mockery to the voice that made Alec cautious in his reply.
"We'll get to that afterwards. If you kids have anything that's interesting, we'll try and work a price out when I've seen it."
With an effort, he tried to concentrate on the young man and keep his eyes off the voluptuous Cynthia.
"Though from what I've seen," he added, "I think that we can do business."
Cynthia's laugh was a low, enticing gurgle, deep down in her throat. Her hands reached up for him and pulled him down into a heap of cushions beside her.
"Mister, you haven't seen anything yet," she laughed at him. "The night's young. Wait until we get started."
Jodie had left them and was saying something to her uncle at the table by the fireplace. He fussed around for a moment with some bottles, mixing something in a large glass. He ambled sociably across the room and handed the glass to Alec.
"I won't ask you what will you have, because in this circle, there's no choice."
Alec took the proffered glass doubtfully. The glass he recognized as a giveaway from a gas station. What it contained was completely beyond him.
He sniffed at it suspiciously. Dick's voice tried to reassure him.
"It's quite safe. Try it. It's a sort of punch," he ended lamely.
Alec raised the glass to his lips. "I'll believe it. But where does it hit you?"
Jodie was watching his reaction with concern and seemed relieved that her guest was able to fall into the spirit of the party. She hovered around him solicitously.
"Actually, I watched Dick make it. All it is basically is apple cider."
Alec took a deep, trusting swallow and coughed as it reached his throat. He could hear Jerry's voice completing the catalogue in between his sputters.
"Then besides the cider there's a quart of vodka, some gin for flavor, a little nutmeg for piquancy and one or two other things which for the sake of delicacy we won't mention."
Manfully Alec took another sip. After the initial shock, it didn't taste so bad. He noticed that both the girls seemed to be drinking the same stuff. He felt vaguely reassured. Also hopeful. A few belts of this jungle juice should loosen up any inhibitions that they might be feeling. It might turn out to be an interesting evening.
He raised his glass encouragingly to the circle of young people around him. "Well, what are we waiting for? Drink up, everybody, and let's have another."
He downed the contents of his glass and was pleased to see that Jodie and Cynthia did the same.
"Say," he announced authoritatively, "this stuff's not bad at all."
He beckoned to Dick. "Same again all 'round. Fill 'em up, barkeeper. If we run out, rely on Alec Smart to supply the makings."
By the time he had reached his third drink, he was beginning to feel no pain. Dick and Jodie were sitting beside him while he told them long involved stories, mostly fictitious, of his career in motion pictures. It was gratifying to find such an attentive audience. Unfortunately, Alec was finding it hard to concentrate on the web he was weaving.
In front of him Cynthia and her boyfriend were dancing in the middle of the room to the music of the hi-fi. Seemingly totally oblivious to the effect she was having upon him, Cyn danced with a wild, unconscious abandon. Her arms high above her head, she shuddered and writhed in time to the erotic throbbing of the rock music. Her long black hair swung and flowed around her like a living thing as her superb body undulated a few feet away from Alec's bulging eyes.
The drawstring fastening of her deep-cut blouse had become untied and her huge breasts threatened to spill out from the scant covering that restrained them. Her partner, Jerry had slowly eased himself out of the dance and was moving his head in time with the music as he, too, watched the abandon of Cyn's performance.
He winked across at the watching Alec. "She's something else, isn't she?" he announced proudly. "Put a couple of drinks inside her and she thinks she's Isadora Duncan."
He watched the sinuous swaying of his partner for a critical moment before speaking again. He turned to Alec.
"Here, watch this lot." He raised his voice and shouted above the noise of the hi-fi to the room in general.
"Sin is going to give us a solo, aren't you, honey? Show everybody what dancing is all about."
The girl opened her dark, almond-shaped eyes as if she was coming out of a trance. Her expression was distant as if her mind was on a totally different plane.
Her smoldering eyes looked around the room and sought out Dick. "Put some groovy music on, lover. Like that wild stuff you played the last time. Remember?"
Dick stood up and walked over to the record player. Kneeling down, he rummaged amongst the records for a moment before selecting one.
"How does Scheherazade grab you? I think that's the one you mean."
The girl nodded enthusiastically and, before Alec could understand what was happening, she reached behind her and unfastened her shorts. The hiss of the hi-fi needle seemed to fill the small room as Alec watched the ripe figure of the girl shrug itself out of the scanty covering of her clothing.
She stood, poised and confident like the statue of some ancient goddess, as she waited for the music to start. Alec was no connoisseur of classical music, but was prepared to sit through any assault on his hearing for the sight of a girl like Cynthia dancing naked like this.
As the beginning, crashing bars of idealized eastern music flooded his senses, he knew Dick's choice had been a good one. The warm, gut-stirring strains of Rimsky-Korsakov's immortal music seemed to flow over the ripe flesh of the naked, waiting Cyn and electrify her with its pulsating rhythms. Her full curvaceous figure seemed to be transported back in time and she was now a sensuous houri dancing for the delight of her sultan master.
Alec gazed fascinated as the huge, free-hanging tits rose and fell in time to the swell of the surging melodies. Grasping her hands behind her head, she concentrated on her stomach muscles like a belly dancer. Her hips thrust themselves backward and forward in a grinding motion. The dark mass of her bushy pubic hair was like an audaciously cut bikini covering her half-seen snatch.
Jerry tilted the shade on the reading lamp until the bright swathe of illumination cut across her naked body like a knife. The glistening sweat stood out on the velvet-textured, olive-colored skin like gleaming jewels. The bright light mingled with the profusion of her black cunt hair until it shimmered, each hair living a glossy life of its own. Her hips swayed and ground continuously as Alec watched.
He licked his lips speculatively. Imagine that action, flat on a bed, with your prick thrust deep into that hairy twat.
A crash of cymbals erupted from the hi-fi and Alec managed to raise his eyes in time to see the responsive bounce of Cyn's swaying tits. Christ, if only he could get this on film, he'd make a fortune.
The girl was natural. She managed to go beyond the physical and merge with the intent of the soaring music. Not that he was knocking the physical. That she had... in plenty. And she certainly knew how to swing it around.
He sneaked a glance at the watching Jodie to see how she was taking it. He had already judged her to be a little out of her depth in her relationship to the older girl. A look of adoration had spread across Jodie's face as she watched her friend dance.
As Alec had guessed, Cyn's performance was something totally outside Jodie's limited range of previous experience. And she was lapping it up like a kitten with cream. It was fantastic, expressing an uninhibited abandon that Jodie envied. A sure, positive certainty in the power of her own sexuality, that to Jodie at least was a quality that denoted all the maturity that she felt she lacked.
Jodie watched her friend entranced, studying every movement, every sway and ripple of the lithe body. If only she too could dance and express herself so easily and fluently. As if able to read her friend's thoughts, the older girl stopped in front of Jodie and beckoned her with an indolent, snakelike movement of her arms, inviting her, almost commanding her to join in the wild expressionist giving of the dance.
Jodie watched the hypnotic, snakelike sinuosity of the inviting arms and felt the veneer of civilization peeling from her. The drinks that she had taken earlier ran through her veins like fire, urging her out to join her friend in the middle of the room. The bittersweet fantasia of the music surged about her like multi-hued molten lava, caressing her, touching her body and seeping through her senses until it possessed her mind completely.
Hurriedly, without a thought of the watching men around her, she tugged at the clothes that covered her eager body. The false artificiality of clothes created a barrier between her flesh and the erotic caress of the maddening music. Seconds later, she faced Cynthia, a blonde, slender nymph against the dark beauty of her partner.
Taking her time from the older girl, she surrendered herself to the emotion created by the swirling chords of music that vibrated through the room like some tangible heady incense. The slight suspicion of an inherited Nordic shyness that showed itself in her more restrained dancing made her appear even more desirable and defenseless. The two girls were complete opposites both mentally and physically, each complementing the delectability and difference of each other.
The blood pounded heavily in Alec's temples as he alternated his attention between the swaying, impassioned dancers. Topless joints he'd seen, but this was something else again. The possibility that before the night was out he would have one of these chicks in bed imparted a feeling of intimacy that he had never experienced watching some bored broad shake her boobs about in a beer joint.
All too soon, the lasting throbbing crescendo of the music died away and Alec realized that the impromptu skin show might come to an end.
He got to his feet and hurried over to the makeshift bar.
Quickly, he filled a couple of glasses with the potent punch and went up to the girls as they stood in the middle of the floor.
"Here, kids." He handed them both a brimming glass. "Drink this." He reached over and picked up his own glass, then raised it to them in a toast. "To a couple of the most interesting young ladies it has been my good fortune to meet."
Jodie looked at him shyly over the rim of her glass. Now the excitement of the music had died away, she was blushingly conscious of her naked, exposed body. He half turned and looked at Cyn. Far from being self-conscious, she seemed to revel in the display of her enticing figure. Watching Alec, eye to eye, she knew that sooner or later he would be forced to look away from her face and down at her massive knockers.
Temptingly, she tossed her head back to clear her long black hair from her face. Her oversized breasts swayed and jiggled with the movement. Alec's eyes wavered, taking in for one delightful moment the fascinating mounds of her tits. His eyes flashed over her like a darting snake, drawn in spite of himself to the magnet of her voluptuous sexuality.
But, quick as he was, Cyn had intercepted his look and her eyes were laughing at him when he looked up at her face again. Discomfited, Alec attempted to engage her in small talk and looked around the room desperately to see what other entertainment was being arranged.
Dick was going through his sizable selection of records while Jerry was busy arranging some books and notepaper on the table. He picked a Polaroid camera from among the pile, examined it and put it down.
Alec raised a questioning eyebrow at Cyn. "What gives with those two?" he asked her.
She glanced across the room. "If it is what I think it is, we're going to have a ball."
Before Alec could question her, Jerry's voice interrupted him. "Right... I think we have worked off some of our animal spirits."
He looked pointedly at Cyn, who made a face back at him. He ignored her and carried on with his speech.
"Now, we all, every one of us, have problems. Every so often we get together and help each other solve them."
He directed his next remark to Alec and Jodie, who were standing watching him with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"There's a couple of you who haven't been in on this before, so I'll put you in the picture."
His tone of voice became distant, as if he were addressing a class of students. "You will all have heard of group therapy. Right? Well there are different kinds. 'Our thing' is body contact. Half of modern man's problem is that he's up tight. Hung up by restriction. Prevented by conventional attitudes from expressing his feeling. Going his own route. His mind, his needs, his fears are hidden by the artificiality of clothes. The remedy is simple. We all take our clothes off, touch each other and talk. In exposing our bodies, we expose our minds."
Alec felt his prick stiffen at the prospect. He didn't go along with most of this psychological shit, but he was all for a group grope. The chance of getting his hands on the two chicks sounded like a sound scheme to the eager Alec. He realized that Jerry was still talking.
"... there will be some trace of inhibitions that may give off bad vibes. So what we'll do is turn the lights off. That way you can do your thing without any sense of shame."
He signalled to Dick at the record player. "The professor will give us some mood music whilst I talk you into the right frame of mind. Help relax you with a few suggestions."
He crossed the room and pressed the main light switch. The room seemed to be plunged into darkness until the eyes adjusted to the feeble glow of a small red lamp on the table.
Jerry cleared his throat. "By the way, when we really get into it, there will be a few bright flashes. Don't get bent out of shape. I'll be taking a few Polaroid shots that will come in handy later."
Alec chuckled to himself in the darkness. You're damned right they could, he thought. If I can get my hands on some of them, I can blackmail these nuts into anything. Another thought flashed into his mind. The expensive sports car in the drive. That spelled money. The young chick's old man wouldn't like pictures of his darling daughter going the rounds. Especially if she was sucking someone's cock. Like his, for instance. Get hold of a few pictures and he'd have the capital for a couple of low-budget productions that he'd had in mind for some time now.
Alec rubbed his hands together happily. Tonight was going to be worthwhile after all. Trust Alec Smart, he'd got the ability to mix business with pleasure. Again he realized that Jerry had been talking while he let his mind dwell on the possible profit of this little outing.
"... because it is recognized by most practitioners that unless there is concrete evidence to the contrary, the human mind tends to block out what it has been taught to reject. So in case you haven't the courage to admit what lurks inside you, the depths that your libido can sink to, all I've got to do is show you the prints and you are forced to come to terms with what you really are."
He chuckled almost to himself as if it were a source of pride to him. "And boy, some of the things I've discovered about myself have been way, way out."
As Jerry had been talking, his little circle of listeners had been making themselves comfortable. The two girls, who had already removed their clothes, were nestled among the strewn cushions on the floor. Behind them, Alec could just make out the form of Jodie's young uncle as he stepped out of his pants. Instinctively Alec sneaked a glance at his dong, just to see what the competition was. The younger man had him beaten by inches. Oh well, Alec consoled himself, it wasn't what you had, but the way you used it. He'd proven that already today with that horny old bitch of a landlady. A silent laugh shook the paunch of his stomach as he stepped out of his clothes. Boy, if Mrs. Grimes could see her prospective husband now, cavorting about in the nude with naked chicks, she'd call the whole thing off for sure.
He remembered the Polaroid pictures. There was a way out. He'd make sure that she did see him. Just leave a couple of the prints lying about in his room-she was always snooping about with her pass key to see what she could find. He'd make sure that she did find something. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was free. Free from the threat of marriage. Free from the necessity of having to hang out with that worn-out bag, and free to devote his time to such worthy pursuits as the one he was engaged in right now. Motioning the two girls to move over, he outmaneuvered the less aggressive Dick and sank down on the pillows between the two girls.
He tried to smile at them reassuringly and was grateful that the darkness of the room hid the satyr's leer that contorted his face. He looked away from them with an effort and found that Jerry was already stripped and stood facing them. The glow from the red lightbulb etched his spare, gaunt frame. With the shock of long hair hanging down to his shoulders and the unruly beard, he looked like a lost prophet bathed in blood.
His voice, when he spoke, fitted in with the picture that he presented. Low, insistent, but vibrant with conviction, he droned on and on. Bidding his listeners to relax, relax and let the heavy burden of care slip from them. To empty their minds of all pressing worries. Feel the peace seeping into them.
Despite his efforts to remain fully conscious and aware of the delights that he knew were to come, Alec found himself slipping over the edge of consciousness himself. With an effort, he half turned his head to see how the others were taking it.
Dick had slipped his arms around Jodie, who was sagging forward, her head nodding in time to the soporific, soothing melody that was trickling from the hi-fi's speakers. The young man's hand was unashamedly caressing the firm upthrust tits.
Alec watched, fascinated, as the fingers kneaded into the delectable handfuls. The skin was white where the hard fingers dug into the pink flesh.
Alec looked up at Dick. His eyes were closed as he listened to his friend's monotonously chanting voice. Casually, as if he had a cramp and was stretching himself, Alec straightened his back and allowed his hand to come to rest on Jodie's thigh.
The girl seemed oblivious to his touch. Slowly, imperceptibly, he let his hand wander along the smooth flesh of her legs until he had insinuated his questing fingers between her unresisting thighs. Her slim girlish legs were limp and compliant as he eased them farther apart until he was able to cup the delicious blonde-fringed honeypot in his sweating palm. As if it didn't belong to him and he was unaware of what he was doing, he gently massaged Jodie's crotch until he felt the warm wetness of her flowing cunt juices.
His wet fingers pressed against the love lips until they opened and let him into the pink delicacy of her cunt meat.
A low shuddering sigh broke form the lips of the girl. Dick's eyes were closed as he murmured to her. "There, honey, hush now. I'm not hurting you, am I?"
His hands halted in their steady massage of her tits as he waited for her answer.
"No, darling, no... ohhhhh... it's lovely, don't stop."
Obliging, Dick resumed his caress of the young girl's knockers as Alec went back to his exploration of her sex crevice.
A deep animal groan reminded Alec of the other girl beside him on the cushions. Without halting the steady manipulation of Jodie's twat, he turned and looked at Cynthia.
She was lying back among the heaped pillows with a look of brutish contentment on her face. Her legs were spread wide apart and her fingers were lost in the dark hairy bush of her thighs. Spasmodic twitches showed that she had found her love button and was diddling it to her own private delight.
Alec took one hand away from Jodie and experimentally brushed it across the quivering mounds of Cyn's boobs.
She opened one dark, mascara'd eye and looked up at him. "You wanna join in, feller?"
She wriggled her arse a little until she was close to him. Her fantastic tits were within his reach and he lost no time in grabbing them with his spare hand.
Jerry's voice insinuated itself into their sex play. "We must merge. Join together. Get to know each other. Curl up closer. Intertwine. Become involved."
Like obedient sheep, the four figures in the group came closer together. Cyn broke the barrier of their restraints first as she pressed her curvaceous body close to the responsive Alec. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him down onto the cushions beside her.
Her hands ran through his hair, slid sensuously along his neck and down his shoulders to his chest. Her legs first crossed, then intertwined with his. The soles of her feet slid up and down his legs in a peculiarly sensuous way that had a stimulating effect upon the reclining man.
Cyn rolled her body across that of Alec until she was lying across him. He could feel the plump rounded contours of her fabulous figure squeezing themselves against him. She slid higher up until her large swinging tits were against his face.
Looking down at him, she moved her shoulders from side to side, causing the plum-sized nipples to brush across his eyes. Playfully she let them rest on the tip of his nose, running them along the bony ridge until the soft pink fruits hardened into hot points that she rubbed along his wet lips to cool.
Alec opened his mouth appreciatively and captured one of the jujubes as it brushed past. The soft tissue of her melon-sized knockers overflowed Alec's eager sucking mouth and rested heavily against his face. As he sucked, chasing her nipple with his tongue, she writhed and wriggled on his body like an eager puppy driving him into a frenzy of desire.
Her flesh seemed to flow over his with the intimacy of hot oil. His sharply functioning senses detected the almost imperceptible brush of flesh against flesh as the other couple did their thing beside him.
Struggling under the weight of the thrashing, wriggling Cyn, he inched toward Jodie and Dick. Cyn's waving arm fell across her friend's half-buried body. Her fingers explored the tangle of limbs that was Jodie and her uncle.
The two struggling couples merged in a hot, exquisite fusion of insatiable needs. Moans of complete abandon came from the writhing, interlocking bodies. Flesh slid eagerly across flesh, all inhibitions forgotten in the sensuous joy of the moment.
Alec was momentarily conscious of a blinding white flash. He licked hungrily at someone's rounded arse as it passed in front of his face. To hell with the kid, Jerry, and his pictures. Right now, Universal could come in with a production crew and he couldn't care less.
Someone was touching his head. Running fingers through the sweat-matted dark curls and stroking the thin, sparse center of his baldness.
Goddamn it, Alec swore to himself. I've lost my blasted toupee somewhere in the melee.
The hand rubbed around and around on his scalp, not worrying about the pink nakedness that Alec had tried to hide so painstakingly for years now.
He reached up and held the hand for a second. It belonged to Jodie's uncle, Dick. He squeezed it before he let go.
That the younger man, who should have been laughing at his baldness, should accept it without revulsion was a revelation to Alec. All his life he had been suspicious of people, ready to look for the slight, the veiled insult behind the words. And now, here he was, middle-aged, bald, and paunchy in the gut. Yet these young people had accepted him for what he was.
He shook the mood off himself. He must be getting soft in the head. Never give a sucker an even break. If the kids, with their nude therapy, wanted to take him as he was, they'd find out that he was one horny son of a bitch.
Their bodies had become an inseparable mass of moving, squirming flesh. The joint frenzy of their sexual stimulation spurred them on to even greater, more complete abandon. There was no thought of personalities or differentiation between the sexes of the participants. All the pent-up isolation, the unloved lonely years had melted away as each squirmed in rewarding closeness across, through and over the nameless bodies of the others. No longer was there any barrier of restraint or pretense between them. In the giving and receiving of fleshy sensation, they could identify with the needs and longings of each other.
Alec found a pleasant ambivalence in the sharply defined, ever-changing texture of the bodies that slid over him. The childlike, smooth simplicity of Jodie's slim form was somehow trusting and pure in its confident pressure. In complete contrast, the hairy masculinity of Dick's body, with its slightly acrid man-smell, brought no aversion to him.
He found that he was admiring the hard-muscled virility of the younger man. For a moment, Alec's hand touched Dick's tightly knotted stomach. His mind went back over the years to when he was young, full of piss and vinegar, with all the world to conquer. He must try and talk to the younger man later. Tell him of the pitfalls. The trap that he had fallen into.
A warm feeling of altruism flooded through Alec. A feeling of love for his fellow man. A desire to try and help them with the bitter lessons his extra years had given him. To give them the benefit of his hard-won knowledge instead of using it as a tool against them. They would benefit by him.
The comforting flow of brotherly love was turned off abruptly as Cynthia turned him on. Her curvaceous body replaced that of the young man and Alec's attitude returned to normal. As she insinuated herself across him, her open panting mouth traced the course of his limbs with moist eagerness. Tantalizingly, she varied the soft lick of her tongue with a teasing pain as her sharp teeth closed over his flesh. Biting until the pain was almost unbearable, she would sense the limit of his endurance and quickly smother the red furrow of her toothmarks with a soft lingering kiss or a long, healing lick of her tongue.
The alternating agony and ecstasy played upon Alec's eroticism until his balls ached with pounding need. His prick was a rampant, towering obstacle to her progress. He could feel her breath, hot and eager on his thighs, as she inched her way up his tingling body. Her long black hair brushed against his skin as she moved. Each sweep of her luxurious tresses sent a shivering electric shock through him. Her forehead nudged against the hardness of his bulging prick and a thin trace of his oozing fluid transferred itself onto her olive skin.
Her breath snorted for an instant against the wrinkled skin of his scrotum before she began to trace the length of his tool with her flickering tongue. Her tongue was a searing flick of heat as it reached the end of its travel. She poised open-mouthed over his dong, her breath pouring down it like waves of delight.
With agonizing, tantalizing slowness, she lowered her head until her full red lips had enclosed the fleshy head of his manhood. She took a deep sighing intake of breath before continuing her acceptance of his member. Without hesitation, she steadily lowered her head, allowing the dilated dong to slip unobstructed into her submissive mouth.
Alec felt his tool penetrating deeper and deeper into the cavity of her mouth, past her palate, sliding along the pad of her tongue until he felt the obstruction of her throat.
She swallowed without gagging until he was completely engulfed in her exulting mouth. He could feel his scrotum tighten as it brushed against her chin. Expertly she moved her supporting tongue along the underside of his responsive dong.
Alec writhed in indescribable transports of excitement. Still sending the electric pulses along his prick with her caressing tongue, she tightened her teeth around the base until a bittersweet pain met and clashed with the surging throbs of joy.
Alec had known good blow jobs before, but this was something else again. The alternating ecstasy and agony of the caressing tongue and sharp, pain-causing teeth did things to him that he thought he had lost years ago.
He reached out for her with his hands, trying to pull her arse toward him so that he could get at her snatch and eat her. To try and convey, via her twat, some of the delight he was experiencing. His searching hand traced the position of her undulating body. She seemed to be laying sideways across him, and try as he might he could not drag her over into the sixty-nine position.
He raised his head to investigate as another flashbulb exploded whitely. In the resultant clarity of the dazzling flash, he saw what was preventing him from getting his mouth around her quim.
Dick had beaten him to it and his head was lost under the soft mounds of her working arse. Young Jodie was attached to his other end and was ferreting around his distended tool with eye-closed concentration. Bent over double as she was, her smooth shapely buttocks were facing him, and in the second before the glare of the flash died away Alec could see the redness of her straining pussy invitingly illuminated.
Memorizing her position, Alec reached out for her in the dim glow of the red light. His fingers dug into the girlish softness of her slender legs as he pulled her down on top of him. He inched his shoulders over the floor a little to get himself comfortable before giving himself up to the delights of her young, nearly hairless slit.
She held herself tensely on her bent knees as if doubtful whether to continue. Alec raised his head a little and delicately licked the slight hollows between her vulva and inner thigh.
Alec sensed, rather than felt, her slight yielding. Gently he ran his appreciative tongue around the oval rim of her vagina.
Jodie's legs began to tremble. Alec's mind registered her growing acceptance. He allowed his tongue to move in a little closer and lick the fleshy lobes of her love lips.
Craftily he inched his head back to the comfort of the supporting floor. The girl followed his retreat with her now-interested twat. As Alec's head sank lower, lessening the pressure of his circling tongue on her slit, she compensated by bending her knees, allowing herself eventually to be crouched close over his eager face.
Alec congratulated himself on the success of his tender, tentative approach. Gently, so as not to alarm the girl or offend her still-strong sense of propriety, he eased the smooth lips of her labia major apart with his tongue and allowed the tip to stroke the pink folds of her inner lips. Again the girl showed a delighted response and nestled down farther onto his head, taking it under the warmth of her arse like a broody bird.
As Alec exhaled, his breath filtered through the light fuzz of her pubic hair, tickling her slightly and adding to her delight. Alec's persistent tongue was having a salutary effect upon Jodie's bottled-up repressions.
Frantically she searched around in the dimly lit tangle of flesh for some way to express her emotions. Her head was already resting in her uncle's lap and it was the work of a moment to find his erect tool with her searching mouth. As she closed her mouth around it, it seemed as if she was coming home after a long absence. Returning to something comforting and familiar after the unusual way-out experiences of the last hour.
She fastened onto Dick's penis as if in it she would find reassurance that she had not broken any code. Despite her doubts as to whether she should let Alec lick her stimulated love pit, she had to admit that she was enjoying it. One part of her mind kept flashing warnings of guilt to her confused mind. As if to work them off, she put everything she knew into the blow job she was giving her uncle.
Holding the base of his staff in her plump, girlish hands, she licked at the top with her warm moist tongue. It felt like some grownup, gristly popsicle. She imagined its blue-red helmetlike top sliding in and out of her sucking mouth.
It felt good and reassuring. She half hoped that Jerry would take a picture. She'd like to see how it looked. She played about for a while, trying different methods. She kept her tongue steady and slowly worked her head up and down, letting the pink underside of her lip trail along the fleshy intruder as she withdrew.
Dick's legs worked convulsively as her lips met the sensitive glans. Finding the point of greatest delight, she concentrated on it with a single-minded preoccupation. Her concentration on Dick's tangy tool was rudely shattered by Alec's probing tongue. She had been so busy sucking and giving out that she had almost blocked out the sensation of having her cunt licked. Taking her quietness for cooperation, Alec had abandoned his tantalizing exploration of her outer slit and had darted his tongue into the spicy recesses of her tender young twat. Alec pointed his tongue and the insertion into her tight vaginal canal galvanized the girl into a recognition of his presence.
She opened her mouth to express her delight, but Dick's tool slid farther down her throat and stifled her cry. All she could do was settle down and enjoy it.
Low moans and the half-heard lapping sound of sex surrounded her, telling her that she was not alone in her enjoyment. The jagged intensity of illuminating flashbulbs occasionally broke into her awareness.
Jerry had left his position behind the red-lit table and was walking around the tangled heaving mass of bodies seeking out angles and positions, registering the abandoned scene at his feet. His prick was hard and tense with sexual excitement. The sight of his friends indulging in frantic sex play at his suggestion brought out all the latent voyeur inside him.
He leaned over to brush Cynthia's long black hair out of the way so that he could get a close-up shot of the bald-headed creep's prick as it slid deep into his girl's hungry mouth.
Bending over, he aimed the camera along Alec's chest and got a low angle shot of his face, the tongue protruding grotesquely as it worked on Jodie's sleek slit. Jodie's tits caught his attention as he bent. The red light from the table etched the swinging flesh like some outlandish impressionist picture. He lay flat on the floor until he found the angle he wanted.
Jodie's pointed boobs formed two inverted arches, framing the delicate cut of her chin. A huge fleshy staff jabbed into the soft lines of the composition as Dick's tool disappeared into her mouth. Realizing that the girl was unrecognizable from this upside-down angle, he got to his knees and crawled around until he had her face in profile. And what a profile it was.
All the youth, the longings she felt were expressed in her closed-eyed concentration on the length of prick she was sucking on. The black, hairy grossness of Dick's weapon was strangely at variance with the fragile, virginal beauty of Jodie's angelic face.
Jerry checked to see if the flash was fully recharged on the Polaroid before he shot this one. It was the kind of thing he dug. A sort of willing sacrifice of a blonde ethereal virgin to the insistent slamming, battering might of man's sexuality. And by the smile on her face, she was enjoying it as well. Or maybe it was what was happening at the other end that caused the contented look on her happy face.
He took his picture and straightened up. He stood back a little so that he could get Alec into the frame. This way it looked even better. She was like a fragile white flower against the darker tones of the two men at either end of her.
To Jerry she represented the enigma of womanhood. The receiving and the giving. Taking totally and giving without qualification. But what thoughts went on behind the pretty facade of her face? He could dig her reactions now as she shuddered under the pleasant onslaught of the thrusting, insistent pricks at each end of her.
The beep of the Polaroid told him that another picture was developed and ready to be looked at. He peeled the backing off, taking care not to get the chemical gel on his fingers. It was bang on. A faithful recording of Jodie's perversions that didn't cop out on one single detail. He could hardly wait to get her reactions when he showed it to her later. He aimed the camera for a long shot, to get all of the writhing, mutually sucking mass in his lens. To Jerry's fevered imagination, the whole intertwined clutch of cocksucking, cunt-lapping frenzy looked like a fantastic baroque carving on an ancient Hindu temple.
The knowledge that he had suggested this, had created the atmosphere, that his will had made these people behave in such abandon, filled him with a surging sense of power. He felt superior, like a mythological god looking down on his created, struggling worshippers.
Putting the camera down, he stood towering over them threateningly. His rock-hard dong thrust out at an acute angle from his hairy thighs. A clear, sticky emission oozed from his throbbing knob end. He leaned over and wiped it along Jodie's arched back. A long shiny trail marked the peach bloom of her delicate skin.
Jerry's voice was cracked with power as he spoke to her nodding head. "Now I've christened you. Admitted you into our circle."
He glanced at the rest of the frenzied, indifferent bodies. Each one, Jodie included, was immersed in his own sensations, totally oblivious to what was happening. An idea burst into Jerry's mind. He'd show the bastards who was who. He'd anoint the goddamned lot of them. Shoot his wad over the whole strung-out bunch of them.
His hand closed over his erect dong and began to stroke it with a long, easy motion. He ran his eyes over the people on the floor beneath him. To his fired-up imagination, they seemed to be groveling at his feet. His hand became more active, concentrating now on the sensitive tip of his tool. His legs trembled as the stimulation mounted, making it difficult for him to remain upright.
His eyes, which had been drinking in every detail of the orgy beneath him, became glazed over and unseeing. He drifted off into a fantasy world of his own, the horizons bounded only by the steady friction of his hands on his jerking dong. The mounting exultation of his approaching climax swept through him and he opened his eyes to watch his sperm splattering in milky profusion over the indifferent bodies below him.
He laughed wildly. This was the living end. He was really turned on, approaching a condition of near-hysteria, drunk with the feeling of power that surged through him.
Reaching down in the red gloom, he searched for something to dry his drippy dong with. His hand came on something soft beside Alec's Overweight form. Unthinking, he picked it up and rubbed the remains of his sticky discharge of his prick.
He looked at it idly before he threw it back onto the floor. It was someone's hair piece.
He glanced around the group at his feet. Alec's head gleamed sweatily in the dim red light. He was still laughing crazily as the moans and shudders wracked the erotic scene beneath him.
He watched as one by one, within short seconds of each other, the participants climaxed and sank, played out and utterly spent, into the comfort of each other's enfolding arms. Alec walked over to the table and turned the reading light on. His friends rested in a grotesque tangle of limbs as Jerry sorted through the Polaroid prints, turning each one over and over in his hands like a miser gloating over his store of gold.