Chapter 13

They crossed the room where they were before, opened the door through which Jo had passed, went down several steps, turned to the right, opened another door and Richard found himself in a huge room with concealed lighting which gave the whole a kind of luminous effect. All round the room were little alcoves made with drapes but which left the center of the room free. The alcoves were filled out with piles of cushions, little Arabian tables, low foot stools and various other comforts.

There was an exciting aroma in the air composed of perfumes and tobaccos. And in fact Richard suddenly felt himself prey to a strange languor and a delicious intoxication as soon as he entered.

Jo came forward and took him to an alcove where Mary followed them.

She clapped her hands and another door opened and a magnificent Abyssinian Negro appeared and came up to them.

"John, I want you to attend to Mr. Richard's needs. What do you want? No, wait a minute I will order for you. Please go and get my cordial John, the real stuff I mean, and also some cigarettes, my special ones and come back here."

She turned towards Richard and continued:

"The rule of the house is complete informality! Mary, you sit down over there, and Richard here, next to me. Stretch out if you like; do you have enough cushions? If not, all you have to do is to clap your hands twice for John, and hell do what ever you want. Now, here we are all settled. Of course, I shan't introduce you to anyone Richard; the rule of the house is the maintenance of incognito. Needless to say, everyone here knows each other; however they have made acquaintance through more intimate means than a formal introduction. As a matter-of-fact, there's a great friend of mine in the next room. There, pull on that cord, and the drapes separating the two rooms will be drawn up; if you pull the other, the drapes will be lowered again."

Beyond the now raised drape sat a man dressed in pajamas, as was Richard.

"My good friend, may I present you to another great friend of mine, as for Mary, you already know each other. I hope that the two of you will get to know each other more intimately in your little corner, over there."

Jo got up and pulling Mary along went off into another alcove.

The dimmed lighting made it difficult to distinguish distinctly the features of the people scattered about the place. In one corner three bodies formed a white mass of flesh; in another a man against a woman; and it seemed to Richard that in the far corner two women were virtually glued to each other. But these impressions were all confused and mingled with occasional stifled moans. Strange perfumes entered the very pores of the scattered bodies and caused a heady torpor which awakened all the senses. Yes, it certainly was a temple of love.

"If I'm not mistaken, I remember Jo saying that you were a painter."

"That's right."

"I'm a sculptor, your sister art which in a way makes us brothers."

Thus begun, the conversation continued on an intimate tone so as not to jar the mystery of the situation. Soon they were next to each other in the same alcove.

"Why don't you call me Harry; it'll be chummier that way."

And so Richard and Harry were now in close proximity.

"Why don't you take off that thing Richard, so that I can admire you, as much as that's possible in this light. Wait, and I'll help you. There."

Harry too had removed his pajamas, and was now stroking the soft skin of his new friend.

"Oh Richard, you truly are magnificent. Jo had said you were, but she still fell below the mark of reality. Give us a kiss. Oh yes, and what a beautiful tool you have, and so soft.. . "

Harry moved his hands around to his buttocks...

"Oh, and your cheeks are like a poem. Please let me my darling Richard; what a lovely hole. Do you want me to love you like a woman? Stroke my dick; yes, that's it. Oh, you do that so well; oh yes, more, more..."

In a daze of sensual desire, Richard was already turning his ass to the erect rod which he had just been stroking...The act of coupling was accomplished without further delay. Having mounted Richard, who was on all fours, Harry had aimed his ramrod at the proffered orifice, and with one lunge had mastered the passage way. Richard rotated his rear in time with the in and out motion of the attacking tool. He contracted the muscles of his anus as if he were tightening the lips of his mouth. Suddenly he felt a hand take possession of his cock. With an almost violent gesture he forced the hand to release its grip. The strange hand did not make a reappearance.

Richard, who at times really felt himself to be a women, especially in an atmosphere such as the present, had wanted to remain completely in the role of a woman. He was experiencing an extreme pleasure at being buggered and from the knowledge that he was affording pleasure to his corn-holer. He had never permitted his cock to be caressed by any other hand than a woman's, as he had never been able to stuff his tool in a man's ass. And yet, whenever he saw a man's tool in full erection his natural instinct was to move his ass in its direction in offering. He had admitted to a few very close friends that whenever he saw a male penis his masculinity went into total eclipse, and from that moment he would be possessed by the desire of feeling the tool scraping into his ass-hole. And on such occasions when he would speak of it, his eyes would grow large and his breath short from just thinking about it.

But getting back to Harry who was still pumping away at Richard's shit fount-he had already had one discharge around which Richard had ardently squeezed his anus. Now he was grinding his buttocks around Harry's stomach in an attempt to keep his dong from escaping him. Soon his efforts were rewarded by the slow swelling of the latter's softened tool. And now they were off again, pumping, pumping...

Just as Richard felt that his friend's tool was about to give up the ghost for the second time he felt something brush up against his face. He looked up and facing him, pointing at him square between the eyes, was the rosy head of an enormous pecker. He suckled it in like a vacuum cleaner just as Harry shot his load into his entrails. The new arrival had been their unseen neighbor, who on raising the drapes, had watched for a time the amorous pair till overtaken by a surge of desire he had decided to get his share of pleasure.

But first let us be finished with poor Harry, who on coming for a second time, felt his tool shrivel up like an old prune and slipping gloriously out of Richard's ass-hole. He turned over on his back, then his side, and exhausted by his travail went to sleep.

As for the newcomer, Richard continued to suck his cock greedily. Soon the big tool gave a few mighty jerks and attempted to remove itself from Dick's suction tube of a mouth, but the latter grabbed the owner of the rod by the buttocks and held him tight. Despite the sticky flood in his mouth, Richard continued to suck away. The owner of the sucked tool renewed his desperate efforts to withdraw it; however his efforts were in vain, and to his joyous dismay his tool began to swell out once more.

For some time now two women who had been enlaced in a passionate embrace, were staring at his performance.

"Gee, he's handsome; he's scrumptious. You sure weren't lying when you told me about him-wow!"

"I told you so."

"Oh, look at them honey. Oh, look, the count can't take any more; he's closing his eyes..."

In effect, Richard had just succeeded in extricating a second discharge from the tool that he so assiduously had sucked on despite efforts indicating a contrary desire on the part of the sucked. Even now Richard continued sucking on the slowly shriveling member which he had so thoroughly emptied. Finally letting it go, the tool slopped across his chest as its proprietor crawled away into a corner like a broken dog, and lying down on the cushions he had quitted but a few moments ago, went to sleep.

Jo couldn't stop staring in admiration, as Mary whispered little observations into her ear.

"How do like that? Two times..."

"Oh baby, what a man, and so much woman all at the same time. Although I do think that Harry and the count had made love to each other at least once before-hand. But all the same what skill, what art! Oh baby, let me at him. I want to get some lovin' too. If only I were a man; just look at that ass of his."

While this conversation had been going on, Richard, who was unaware of the two pairs of eyes that were fixed on him, had gotten down on all fours and in a sensual euphoria was projecting, undulating and twirling his buttocks in mid-air as if he were performing a ritual rite for the purpose of invoking the god of buggering cocks.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Jo released herself from Mary's grip and threw herself on a startled Richard.

"Oh honey, let me give it to you. Take it, take it yes let me give it to you; there, there . .

Jo had mounted him from the rear and was performing on him like a male dog.

"Come, come, take it all..

Recovering from his surprise, Richard recognized his assailant and, on doing so, violently threw her off and in turn took possession of her. He spread her legs wide and after a short exploratory mission of a hand which came back scalded, he plunged home his ramrod. She, poor girl, simply went wild, biting, screaming, howling, spitting...Excited as they were, it was but a short time before they both came amid a shower of groans. Despite their mutual victory, Richard continued his pumping for a time, but suddenly, releasing his grip, he turned himself about and attacked the sticky cunt of his partner, who in the meantime found herself faced by a dripping dong suspended above her glistening lips. As a frog engulfs a fly...And so for a long time they sucked and licked at each other Like two people on the verge of death from thirst, till Jo started to come and at that moment Richard spread Jo's buttocks and shoved an agile finger up her ass. At that Jo came like a typhoon caught in a chamber pot. Richard now frayed a path along the greasy track between the cunt and ass-hole, running his tongue back and forth like a greyhound after a rabbit. Jo had several convulsive quivers more, but our indefatigable hero continued his tongue race.

Jo's head was pointing toward the middle of the room which of course meant that Dick's voluptuous rear was also pointing in that very same direction.

The above fact and their lovemaking had attracted the attention of several couples, and who now surrounded the pair like onlookers at a flea circus. Soon the crowd was gripped by a frenzy of heat and turned, helter-skelter into, a hive of fucking, sucking, and licking little bees.

All this time, holding on to the drapes for support, although already on her knees, Mary watched this performance with heaving breasts. However, all of her attention was fixed on Richard, who in truth was really the only man she had loved with complete abandon. Her vigil was a jealous one.

And Richard continued his labor of love surrounded by a heap of inert bodies whose sensual potentials had already been drained by the wild flurry of tongues and cocks. At last he became aware of the fact that Jo had been in a coma sometime. Raising his head he noticed the Abyssinian

Negro before staring at him with great intensity. Richard's glance fell to the bulging loin cloth of the Negro; he wondered as to its size, imagining that given the amplitude of the bulge that it must be enormous. Should he or shouldn't he dare? However his uncertainty lasted but for a second the call of the flesh being far too strong. He spread his thighs, protruded his buttocks with a suggestive wiggle in the direction of the Negro in a gesture of sacrifice. The Negro, having understood the summons, advanced slowly, removing his loin cloth as he did so, thereby revealing an enormous weapon, hung by a bucket full of balls.

At the sight of it, Mary held her breath.

The Negro directed the head of his unthinkable tool to the door so graciously offered, and inserted an inch's worth. Mary could see the effort Richard was making to facilitate its entry. Happily, the manifold deposits of come juice which had been effectuated in his dark interior now came to his rescue as the dark enormity of meat slowly entered the canal of forgetfulness till it was completely buried between the soft succulent buttocks. As for happy Richard, he thought his ass was going to burst, but no, as already pointed out, the come juices of before saved him. The Negro began a slow African grind, and Richard felt his rod going right through him till he felt its pressure against his urinary canal. Now the rhythm increased in intensity, the strokes becomring ever longer and with increasing force. From the way the Negro's breath was now coming in shorter and shorter gasps it became evident that the ultimate moment of pleasure was at hand. Then with a few brisk lunges the Negro suddenly let out a little cry like that of a child's and crumpled to the floor. At that moment Richard had experienced the sensation like that of a fluid hot poker course through his entrails. He almost lost his senses; never before had he felt himself a woman with such intensity. To his joy, after but a short moment the Negro began again, going at it as if his tool were a piston: compression stroke, I exhaust stroke, intake stroke, fire. Suddenly after a long period of ecstatic pleasure the Negro gave such a hard lunge that he raised Richard's rear right up into the air. He had come again, drowning Dick's entrails once more with joy juice. Slowly, ever so slowly the Negro withdrew his ramrod. It glistened like a black elephant's tusk in the dim fighting of the room. When finally it was completely withdrawn it flopped down against his thigh like a long rubber hose. Dick turned about and stared at the source of his most recent ecstasy, at the sack that hung low beneath the limp dong emptied of all its fluids now happily gurgling within him.

He continued staring as the Negro drank a long draught of an aphrodisiac beverage prepared especially for Jo. Suddenly two white and perfumed arms encircled his torso and two succulent lips met his own.

"Oh, my little Dicky, my love one, my master; how magnificent you are. I came just from the joy of seeing you come. Oh, just look around you honey, and see all the bodies that you've laid low with your ardor, with your flesh. Oh baby, now us. How about it? Us, now, us..."

"It's you, my darling Mary. I'm fucked out baby. I'm tired."

"No sweetie, you just stay where you are, and don't move..."

Getting up quickly, Mary went and fetched Jo's special liquor.

"Here darling, drink this. Drink as much as you can hold..."

"What is it?"

Taking up the decanter she carried it to her lips and drank several mouthfuls.

"Now you baby. It's special liquor that Jo had made for her after a recipe that she brought back from India. A few moments after having partaken of it gives you back all of your former vigor. What am I saying? It doubles your former vigor. It sets your blood a-boil. Now drink baby."

She carried the decanter to Richard's lips, and he drank a long draught.

"Thank's sweet, that's enough."

"Don't you want any more? Come on there's only a glass full left."

The decanter was suddenly snatched from her hands. Surprised, both Mary and Richard stared up as the woman standing between them, clutching the decanter.

"Leave me what's left, please Mary, leave it to me..."

At the sound of her voice Richard looked at her more closely and finally recognized her.

"Why if it isn't old Rosy. But what are you doing here. Well how d'ya like that."

"Now hush-up Dicky boy."

And to Mary:

"Don't you go makin' a fuss honey, I knows Dicky boy since ages ago. I'm leavin' him to you for tonight honey chile. I'm just feelin' so good."

These remarks were engendered by the fact that on seeing Richard's reaction on seeing his old acquaintance, Mary had indeed clung to him in a most possessive manner.

"Now Mary, you know I love you," Richard whispered to her.

And now the two women embraced, Mary having been reassured of keeping Richard, at least for the time being.

"like you all, darlin' Mary, I been watchin' ol' Dicky boy's performance for the last two hours, and man that is no human, that's a livin' God. I just come from watching him do, as I know you did gal. I done see you mussin' yourself up. And now watch me go; I'm gonna come like nobody's ever come before!"

As Mary had again pressed herself up close to her Richard, Rose bent over to whisper in her ear.

"But Rose, you've never tried it before..."

"All the more reason honey, just look at all those dead-eyed fish floppin' around here...Why we're the only ones with an ounce of spit in 'em yet."

Richard took another look at her. She was good and hefty, but very beautiful.

Rose, as was Mary, and for that matter all the women there, was dressed in a sort of transparent silk bathing costume, only that it was open at the breasts just so the nipples and part of the flesh protruded, and again it left the cunt area exposed, encircled by a fringe of lace. The only thing that differed from one costume to the other was its color. This made the women much more desirable than if they had been entirely nude.

As the women, the men also wore silk stockings, for Jo considered a bare leg, especially a man's, as most unaesthetic, and most out of keeping with her temple of love.

In the meantime Rose had wandered off, and now stood in the middle of the room finishing what was left of the magical liquor. Suddenly, Mary and Richard, who till then had been watching her, were gripped by a hot flush which coursed through their two pulsating bodies. The liquor had taken effect. Clutching at each other like mad animals they rolled across the floor. In no time, Richard, who had again found himself re-invigorated, plunged his superb tool deep into Mary's depths. In a matter of moments they both collapsed amid groans of sensual pleasure as they both came.

After a short pause Richard began stroking away at her again, slowly and gently this time.

Rose, still standing where she had been when we last lost sight of her, was frantically looking about her for a source of relief to her inflamed desires. For a moment she made as if she were going to throw herself on Jo, who was still sleeping stretched out on her back with her thighs slightly spread apart, her rosy cunt breathing the hot air. But Rose changed her mind. What was the use of attacking sexually an inert body, no matter how beautiful or tempting. She was breathing hard through clenched teeth, her breasts so hard with desire that they hurt, she was desperate. At the sound of a slight rustle behind her she whirled around and saw standing not far from her, staring at her intently, the Abyssinian Negro, his tool jerking up and down in anticipation. For but a moment they gazed at each other. Their lust had reached its limits, especially in Rose's case who at each little quiver of the Negro's cock felt herself go faint.. .

Almost casually the Negro advanced toward his prey, till his chest pressed up against Rose's red hot teats. Still in the same premeditated way, the Negro picked Rose up by grabbing her by the buttocks and carried her to a pile of cushions where he threw her down on her back, spread wide her thighs, and placed himself between them. First he spit on his hand and lubricated his monster cock and then spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers, as he brought forward his cannon. Quietly he inserted it into the orifice, and then spit on it again at feeling a slight resistance to his advance.

Rose hadn't made a move, nor emitted one mumblin' sound. She waited stoically to be possessed by the male animal.

And then the Negro bore down with a violent thrust and buried his dong to the very hilt. Rose's legs stiffened, she closed her eyes as the enormous cock distended the walls of her cunt; but no sound escaped her.

Finally the Negro started pumping her with his oversized plaything. As time went on his movements increased in rapidity and intensity. Rose began to moan with pleasure. His breathing became heavy and gasping. Soon their concerted sighs of pleasure rose to a hoarse pitch, growing in volume till they approached genuine yells. Then Rose began letting out intermittent screams like those of a woman giving birth.

"Ah! Aaaaah! Oh, ooooh, Ah!"

The superb Negro continued without slowing for a moment; then suddenly he stopped, and as he did so Rose let out a piercing scream, and closed her eyes.

From the corner where Richard and Mary were fulfilling their lust, long sighs could be heard, not as loud as the above, but loud nonetheless, and again they continued without interruption. The second coming was drawing near. Even though both were making desperate efforts to prolong their pleasure the moment came when no longer able to hold back they both came with a scream of pleasurable pain parting their lips.

The room fell silent with the exception of a few snores rising from some of those that were sleeping.

With a quick backward motion, Mary disengaged herself from the cock that had just fucked her and threw herself onto Richard, who taken by surprise had fallen on his back. Shoving her cunt in his startled face, she grabbed his limp and dripping cock in her mouth and sucked, sucked...Under the impact of such passion Richard too, spreading apart the lips of her vagina, found her still blood-swelled clitoris and began sucking, licking, sucking, licking...Then he spread her dimpled cheeks and shoved his finger deep into her shit hole. Mary did the same for him. Such was the beginning of the most perfect of imaginable 69s.

As for our other couple, after a moments inactivity the Negro began fucking Rose all over again. But not for long, for after but a short time he pulled out, and flipped her over onto her belly. Rose didn't resist. Meanwhile back at the rear door the indescribable dong was taking aim. Soaked with gook as it was, it met with very little resistance as it plowed its way into the narrow passageway. Not till it had penetrated to half its length did things bog down. But not to be defeated by a lack of room, the Negro gave one mighty thrust which sent Rose's face deep into the cushions on which she had been pinned. Now she too could appreciate the joys of being corn-holed.

How long did the amorous embraces of those two couples last? It is impossible to determine.

At last the Negro pulled his limp and sticky tool out of Rose's rear. She remained motionless, as if dead, probably thinking that the monstrous dong was still buried in her entrails. At the same time Mary and Richard were just coming back to their senses after having come again in their respective mouths.

Rose turned over and then got up painfully. She walked a few steps, stumbling over the cushions scattered about on the floor. The Negro had moved off and stood at some distance, his tool hanging limp along his thigh. She looked about her till her gaze fell on Richard and Mary still lying on top of each other, although without a movement of their tongues or members. Once again her bosom began to heave mightily, her eyes to glitter, her belly to protrude lasciviously. Was it the action of the liquor? It was as if she had a hot poker up her ass. She went toward the prostrate couple. Richard got up and had to help Mary, who was unable to stand without his support. She spoke to Rose, but her voice was barely audible.

"Rose, Rosy dear, I'm-I'm dead, just dead..."

She opened her eyes wide in amazement on seeing the look in Rose's eyes, and realized that she was by no means satisfied.

"Don't tell me you want more! Jeez, you're incredible Rose."

Seeing the Negro where he still stood dazed, his dong hanging limp, Mary again took measure of the lovin' Rose has just experienced.

"Christ, Rose, you are not to be believed."

"Honey, if you only knew. There's fire in these veins of mine. I could set fire to Rome by just pissin' on it. Just touch me, but watch out you don't blister your hand."

Turning about she suddenly shouted:

"John! Harry! Do somethin' to plug me up before I just fall out of myself."

As John disappeared behind a door, Richard gave Mary an enquiring glance.

"Do you know what you're doing, Rosy, honey? You've never tried it, and it's been nearly a month that it's been without it. You're crazy Rose."

"Mary, honey, I told you I'm burning up and I've just gotta come or else I'll simply go. And don't forget, I didn't have ol' Dicky boy to cook my cabbage."

Mary snuggled up coyly to Richard.

"Oh yes, but I'm all done in. I couldn't take any more. He just killed me, simply murdered me."

Rose went up to Richard and gave him a long kiss.

"After havin' seen you work like a nigger with a pick, how do you expect me to go on another minute without getting some lovin'. "