Chapter 4

Carol got to her feet, wiped her eyes, her jaw set. She had paid, and paid dearly. She looked around the room for her evening purse, found it and with it the slip of paper that John had written the note on. She dialed the number grimly. If nothing else, she'd really give them something to talk about. If nothing else, she would have the satisfaction of telling John off, of letting him know exactly what she thought of him.

The phone rang several times before anyone answered. "Hello?"

"May I speak to John please?"

"Who?" The voice sounded vague and preoccupied.

"John, the clothes designer."

There was a pause on the other end, then a long sigh and, "Okay. I'll see if I can find him."

When John answered he was delighted to hear Carol say she had changed her mind and would be right over. "I'll have a car over there to pick you up in fifteen minutes."

At the party a man opened the door. He was a tall heavy man, dressed casually in slacks and shirt. He had a drink in his hand. Although he was handsome, Carol thought he had the hardest face she had ever seen. "I'm Bud Thompson. Come on in."

Carol went in slowly. She didn't know what to expect or what she would see. Actually, what she did see surprised her more than if she had seen naked men and women running around. The foyer she was standing in opened on a large room, and people were standing about, men and women, drinks in their hands and smoking and chatting just as they do at any cocktail party. The scene seemed perfectly normal and many of the people were extremely attractive.

Carol caught her breath. One head, above the rest, was instantly recognizable. There, in the flesh, was a famous movie star ... Alan Norman, the cowboy star. He looked more rugged and handsome than he did on the screen. Women were close around him and, as Carol entered, they all laughed at some joke he had just told.

"Your attention, please, I'm going to introduce this beautiful young lady all around. This is a new guest here, Miss Carol ... Miss Indiana . -„ . and soon, we hope ... „ Miss America!"

Everyone in the room was looking at her and applauding. She didn't know what to, do. The men were looking at her with obvious desire, the women with envy and everyone with admiration.

"We have only one rule here," her host said to her, "No one can make you say or do anything you don't want to do or say, so try 'and relax and if anybody bothers you, let me know."

"Thank you," Carol said. "I didn't know what to expect."

Bud Thompson smiled and shrugged. "I can remember the first far-out party I ever went to. I was so uptight something awful was going to happen."

Carol looked around. "This is what amazes me— this looks like any other party I've ever been to. I don't see anything out of the ordinary."

"And we work hard at keeping it that way. That's another rule ... a strict one. This room is neutral ground. Nothing happens here. Here, they like each other, they can leave the room. This room is the place where the chickens can feel safe."

Carol smiled. "Well, I feel like being chicken for a while. Also, I'm looking for John. Have you seen aim?"

"I think he's downstairs helping to initiate a new club member. Get yourself a drink. In a couple of minutes, I'll slip down and see," and Bud smirked at her, winking, "if he's involved car just watching."

Carol felt a thrill of excitement run through her ... and fear, too.

"Member? Initiation? John didn't say anything about an initiation to me."

"Relax. You only become a member on the condition you want to be. You have to ask. If you ask and are accepted, you have to be initiated."

Carol put her hand to her head. "I can bet what that is like!"

Bud Thompson stood close to her and his hard eyes glinted coldly. "If you're a woman, as in your case, all it would mean is giving up all rights for one evening and letting the members do whatever they wanted to do with you."

Carol's eyes opened wide. "Anything?"

Bud nodded.

He moved away and Carol found herself melting into the other guests, going to the bar and ordering a drink. A young pretty girl smiled at her and giggled in a naughty way. "This your first time here?" she asked.

Carol nodded.

The girl was excited. "God! Look at the people here! Have you ever seen anything like it?"

Carol shook her head. "No."

"I'm dying to go down. Have you been there yet?"

"No."

"My name's Kit, by the way. And just once in my life, I'd like to see what's going on down in the cellar. Wouldn't you love to go?"

Carol thought for a moment before replying, "I suppose so. I really haven't thought about it much. What goes on down there? Bud was telling me a little about it."

Kit laughed and rolled her eyes. "Apparently, anything goes! God, the stories I've heard! Oh, I'm dying to go! Not to do anything, understand. But just to see it once, that's all!"

"Why don't you then?" Carol asked.

"My husband won't let me. Oh, here he is. Bill, this is Carol."

Bill was busy devouring Carol's figure with his eyes. He was very young. No more than twenty-one or two. "It's not that I won't let her, it's just that I don't feel right about it yet."

Carol started to say something, but a voice interrupted her.

"Here I am, darling."

Carol turned to find John standing behind her. His eyes were glazed in a far-away manner and his face was flushed. He was wearing his evening pants and his shirt was open at the throat. "You won't believe what I've been through! Fantastic!"

"I've got something to tell you. Something that won't keep." Carol was looking straight into his eyes and her voice was rising.

"And what's that, darling?"

"I'm no longer in the Miss America contest. I've been kicked out, thanks to you!"

The room grew hushed and John's face went white. "I ... I don't understand."

"You will. It was your fault. Why didn't you at least think of me and my reputation? I thought you were decent. Only in the past few hours have I learned what a selfish, superficial, stupid person you are!" Carol caught her breath, surprised at herself, at her own vehemence. As she stood looking at John, she felt her arm rise and saw it swinging, saw it slap John's face as if she were in a dream, as if she were dreaming and watching helplessly.

People were pulling them apart. Bud Thompson had her by the arms and was saying, "Now, just a minute!"

The story was finally told and John proved to Carol he was a gentleman. He apologized formally and profusely and said he would do all he could to clear her name. Alan Norman, the movie star, a little drunk now, came over to congratulate her. "You've got a lot of spunk, little lady. Listen, you didn't really lose anything. Beauty queens never go anywhere. Maybe old John here did you a big favor. When I -get back to the coast, I'm going to tell my agent about you."

Carol laughed. "I could never be an actress."

"That was a pretty good performance you put on Just now."

"But I can't act."

"Neither can I. I just act natural, you know. What say you and old Alan mosey on downstairs and take in a bit of the show?"

Carol stiffened and then laughed, "No, I couldn't, I couldn't do a thing like that."

Alan squinted one eye and frowned down at her, an expression of his that she and millions of other fans had seen many times before. "Carol, let me tell you something. Nobody, I mean nobody says no-to old Alan."

Carol didn't know what to say. She looked from Norman to John then to Kit and her husband who were standing nearby. Kit was gazing at Norman with worship in her eyes. Carol used the moment to Introduce the couple to him. and while they were chatting together, she had time to think. After all, what was so terrible about all of them going together? Hadn't she enjoyed being naked in front of John and his two helpers? Hadn't Bud Thompson assured her that she wouldn't have to do anything she didn't want to do?

Norman turned to her. "Let's get down there and see what's going on."

Carol smiled. "All right. On one condition only. That we just watch. No funny business."

Alan Norman gave her a dazzling smile. "Okay with me."

"And John comes with us," Carol said, turning to Mrs. with a smile. It seemed better to forgive and forget.

John was so grateful he almost cried.

Seized by the idea, Carol turned to Kit and Bill. "Why don't we all go together. Safety in numbers."

Kit squealed and Bill looked at the floor and then said. "Okay. For a little while."

Carol felt a thrill as they made their way through the house toward the playroom where she knew lewd, illicit things were going on. The room was dark except for a spot light coming out of the ceiling where she could see a man and woman standing by a mattress. They were both naked and the man's penis was rigidly erect.

She had to take her eyes from them as they threaded their way through the people gathered to watch toward a couch that was along one wall. Walking, holding on to Alan Norman's hand, Carol froze as she looked down at a couple on top of some pillows right at her feet, a man and woman, both naked. The woman, a stunning redhead, was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her knees up, while the man was swiveling into position, placing his knees on either side of her head. Carol watched, her mouth open, as the woman, with eyes closed, reached up with her hands and greedily seized his cock and began licking it with her tongue, craning her neck to take the cock in her mouth.

Behind her she heard Kit say, "My God, Bill. Look at that!"

They stood transfixed as they watched the man slowly pump his hips, his wet, glistening cock sliding, like some great piston, in and out of the woman's mouth, now roundly ovaled. The woman reached with her hands and entwined them around his waist and pulled him closer, taking all of the cock in her . throat as the man began fucking harder into her lust-contorted face.

Gently, Norman pulled Carol along. "Come on," he whispered, "we're blocking the view." He led Carol to the couch where John was sprawled gazing around delightedly and smiling. The couch was a long one, big enough for them all to sit on. No sooner were they seated than Kit, excited beyond control, whirled on her husband and kissed him full on the mouth, grinding her body licentiously into his.

Carol sat next to Norman and John, her breath coming light and fast. To see such overt lewdness and animal sexuality was shocking yet exciting. My God, she thought, how can people bring themselves to do such things?

The answer was only too obvious. Kit and Bill were screwing their mouths together like mad, with Bill running his hands all over his wife's body, pulling her dress up near to her waist. Carol watched, thinking Bill was the one who didn't want to come.

It was exciting. A heat, a lewdness, an odor and atmosphere hung heavy as musk in the room that was, for the most part, quiet. Putting his mouth to her ear, Norman pointed, whispering, "That's the girl who is being initiated into the club."

Carol looked back at the two people standing naked in the spotlight. The girl was lovely and her eyes had a glazed unfocused look. She was sweating and her hair was disheveled. There were red marks on her skin and particularly around her groin. She stood with her arms at her sides and closed her eyes as the man roughly massaged her breasts. Then he spun her around and roughly said, "On your knees!"

The girl dropped to her knees without a word, facing away from him. With both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her forward and she fell, her face, neck and shoulders on the mattress, her firm full buttocks waving high back into the air, exposed for everyone to see. "Spread those legs," the man commanded.

Carol suddenly found herself leaning forward on the couch, her breath coming fast. The girl's naked genitals were exposed completely and in a lewd, helpless position. Her lovely young buttocks, vagina and anus were there for all to see. Carol found it increasingly difficult to sit still. An itching, a sexual excitement and hunger all her own was beginning deep inside of her. She could feel her own cunt begin to moisten involuntarily as she watched the girl spread her knees as wide as possible. It seemed like she couldn't catch her breath as the man said, "Grind it! Grind it around for me!" The girl obeyed instantly, rotating and squirming her buttocks with all her might. Instead of being embarrassed and humiliated as she had been standing, the girl suddenly seemed to be enjoying it. She had her face turned toward the couch and a dazed smile of bliss was on her face, her eyes closed.

The room was full of couples writhing in the dark and everyone seemed to be breathing harder and harder and Carol felt herself getting lightheaded and blinked for a moment, turning to see Kit and Bill. Bill now had Kit's dress up in her lap and Carol could see the thin white crotch band of her panties and Bill's finger caressing the inside of her smooth white thighs. Kit had Bill's fly unzipped and her hand was inside of his pants and moving around. Both of them were gazing at the girl in the spotlight with a rapt look of impending pleasure.

Carol looked back at the girl. She was grinding and gyrating her buttocks furiously now, her body glistening in sweat, her teeth clenched and her face twisted and transformed by lust. It was raw naked lust and there was no other name for it. With a roar, the naked man behind her dropped to his knees, seized her slithery writhing buttocks with both hands and plunged his cock home. He began fucking the girl deep in her vagina as if he wanted to drive her through the floor.

For a moment, Carol was shocked, fearing 'he was going to hurt the girl. But she was obviously loving it and thrusting back up with what strength she had. But it didn't compare with the strength of the man whose eyes were bulging out of his head as he fucked her from behind mercilessly, not holding back, slamming into her with all his weight and strength, causing her whole body to buck and quiver, her breasts to flatten and jiggle lewdly down into the mattress.

That must be what it is like to be completely ravished, Carol thought. In fact,, it was exactly what it was like, with the man enjoying himself completely without thought or regard for the girl other than a pleasure vehicle for him. And the girl, finding herself being used, finding herself naked and exposed to all, permitting herself to be used and defiled in any manner they wanted, letting herself be fucked crazy in front of strangers, found a strange erotic joy flooding through her. Then, the young girl began moaning in a strange animal way as the man, sinking his cock all the way in her, threw his head back and fucked in between her open cunt lips with all his might.

Carol found herself beginning a little moan in her throat along with the girl. A wild thought bolted through her mind and she quickly dismissed it. It was unthinkable, it was too lewd and insane to think, but, for a split second, she wished she were the girl out there on the mattress, getting fucked so savagely. She sat forward on the sofa and crossed her legs and squeezed her buttocks and thighs tightly together. The moistness and heat of her own cunt was becoming unbearable.

With a roar, the man stiffened and came like a ravaging ape into the girl's hungrily milking cunt, his face contorted with rage and desire, his body spastic as he came again and again with the girl under him moaning in despair and screaming, "No! No! Not yet! Don't come yet!" She thrust her hips up higher and higher, trying to keep the man's still trickling penis inside her ravaged vagina. But, he merely collapsed on top of her and rolled off to fall on the mattress, gasping for breath with the girl lying on the mattress grinding her vagina hard down against it, helpless moans of frustration coming from deep in her chest.

The man staggered to his feet and moved out of the spot and into the darkness, leaving the girl by herself. "Next in line!" someone called and there were a few laughs. Carol licked her lips. Her mouth was dry and her body weirdly on fire.

"That turn you on?" Norman asked gently, grinning at her.

Carol's face was flushed and she couldn't look directly at him. She nodded and said, surprised by the hoarse quality of her voice. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"There'll be more," Alan Norman said, lighting a cigarette and settling back. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing immensely. He was a much more sophisticated man than he appeared to be on the screen.

Next to her, John put his hand on her thigh and Carol jumped. His hand was warm and sweaty. "My God," he breathed, "I've seen that girl have four men and two women so far and she still wants more. It's unbelievable."

Carol didn't try to take his hand away, it felt good. She looked down the couch at Kit and Bill. Kit was now leaning back and slumped forward at the same time, her hips on the edge of the couch, her dress pulled up to her waist, revealing all of her from the waist down. Bill had pulled her panties down her hips to the point where her soft dark pubic hair was completely exposed. His cock was out of his pants and Kit was slowly stroking it. Norman, leaning back, said, "Well, take a look at the loving young couple who didn't want to come down here."

The young husband grinned lewdly and then leaned to kiss his wife full on the mouth.

Without asking permission, Norman casually reached and hooked two fingers in Kit's panties and pulled them down over her knees. Kit moaned and kicked free of the panties. Half lying on the couch, naked, her legs spread and her lovely loins clearly visible, her cunt an open pink slit surrounded by soft dark pubic hair, Kit looked like she was ready for anything. Norman turned to Carol and grinned. "It's all right, they're married," he said. Carol laughed in astonishment. Apparently everything was all right and there were no holds barred.

People were turning to watch the couch now. Men were looking lustly at Carol in her gown next to Norman, but none approached, although many were dying to. Carol was clearly the most attractive female present. Next to her, John said, "I think I see a friend over there. I've got to have some fun too ... simply have to. Excuse me."

Now Bill was really mauling Kit; unbuttoning the top of her dress and exposing her ripe young breasts to view, pinching the nipples. Carol stirred restlessly, the desire in her becoming stronger. She whispered to Norman, "Shouldn't we ... I'd like to go soon."

"Is this embarrassing you? Does it really bother you?" he asked, his eyes serious for a change.

Carol nodded. "Sort of. Have you ... I mean ... " she was at loss for words. Out under the spotlight there was another man, naked, his pelvis thrust forward and his penis even bigger and harder than the last man's was, the look on his face was lusty and expectant. The girl sensed his presence and got to her feet and looked longingly at his cock. She was hot now, in a terrible and deep passion and she longed for satisfaction. Carol forgot what she was going to ask Norman, forgot that she was sitting on a couch with a famous movie star and a wildly writhing young couple who were half naked now.

All she could look at was the naked couple standing and looking hungrily at each other under the spotlight. Her mouth was open and dry, her breath coming light and fast. She squirmed and twisted in her seat, the nylon band of her panties tightening against her wet vagina and only serving to excite her more.

The man under the spotlight put his hands on the girl's shoulders and said, "Go down on your knees and suck it!"

A little moan escaped Carol's lips as she saw the girl's reaction. Her face was split by an impassioned look and as she sunk slave-like to her knees, she slowly wet her lips with her tongue. The girl attacked the cock greedily, her mouth closing over the mushroom head of the cock tightly. The man stood above her, spreading his legs and bracing himself, his ringers tangled in the girl's hair. Carol had never seen anything so lewd and obscene in her life as the man's hips slowly began to move and his great cock, like a battering ram, began to slide in and out of the girl's mouth.

Carol watched as if she were hypnotized, her eyes half closed and glazed. The girl's mouth was open as wide as it could go and her lips were stretched tight around the shaft of the cock like two tight rubber bands. She'll choke! Carol thought as the man thrust deeper into her mouth. He thrust deep and slow, pulling the cock out to the tip of the head slowly, a look of malicious pleasure on his face. Just as slowly, just as cruelly, he drove it home, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The girl was no longer merely sucking him; he was fucking her mouth, using it as he would a young hairless cunt.

The room was silent at this obscene spectacle which was made all the more exciting by the look of rapt bliss on the girl's face. "Harder!" a woman's voice called.

"Deeper!" said another man's voice.

"Fuck her!" people were calling.

"Fuck," Carol heard herself say in a little voice. The man responded, thrusting his cock all the way in her unresisting mouth while the girl let her hands slip behind the man and seize the cheeks of his buttocks and pulled him closer and deeper into her mouth. "That's it, yes, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Carol was amazed that she was chanting the words over and over, saving filthy things in a crazy singsong manner. Nothing mattered, no one was listening, all eyes were riveted on the girl who was sucking as hard as she could now with the man fucking harder and faster into her ovaled mouth. The heat and smoke in the room were becoming unbearable and Carol found herself sweating, leaning forward, wishing it were she herself being fucked half to death that way. She watched the couple writhe together with the man suddenly springing, almost crouching over the girl, forcing her head back and up' and fucking down into her mouth and throat with all his power, the muscles in his legs and arms bulging and corded.

Carol gasped aloud when she saw his face twist, saw him grunt and saw veins stand out in the girl's neck, saw her cheeks balloon out as the man came again and again deep into her throat. The girl kept voraciously swallowing his hot come and sucked crazily for more. Finally, the man, his legs trembling in final spasms of satiation, sank to the floor with the girl still possessively sucking on his rapidly deflating cock. Finally, he was on his back, sighing and gasping with the girl licking the last warm white droplets of his come off the tip of his cock.

Carol collapsed back on the couch. Her loins felt like they were on fire. She closed her eyes. She had heard of group orgies like this and had tried to imagine them, but never had she dreamed of anything so brazen, so obscene, so thrilling.

She sat forward again, unconsciously grinding her buttocks down into the couch. Next to Alan, looking across his lap, she could see Kit. Bill was sucking on the nipples of her breasts while his hand kneaded and fondled her vagina. Kit was gazing at Alan with lust in her eyes. She was obviously enjoying being an exhibitionist and Carol told herself it wouldn't be too long before Kit would be out there under the spotlight.

Alan Norman was an enigma. He seemed to be enjoying it all and yet he didn't seem to be aroused. Carol touched his arm and he turned and smiled at her. "Do you ... do you come to this kind of thing often?"

He chuckled. "Honey, I'm from Los Angeles ... Hollywood. Remember? They practically invented this, kind of thing, I've been to hundreds of these things."

"Have you ... " Carol waved a hand, "you know."

Alan gave her that famous smile of his. "Have I ever participated? Is that what you want to know?"

Carol nodded.

Alan patted her on the knee. "Honey, when I lack off, when my time is up, I'll die knowing that there is damned little I haven't tried." He looked droll for a moment. "Although I'll admit I haven't mastered the Egyptian nose flute."

Carol couldn't help laughing. Her laugh froze on her face as Alan in the same droll expression and voice said, "And I haven't tried you yet, either."

"What?"

He smirked. "You heard me. Now, you wouldn't want me to lie on my deathbed thinking that I hadn't made love to one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen ... "

"No," Carol said, shaking her head, "I wouldn't. No. Never."

"Like I said, nobody says no to old Norman and, like I said, you've got a lot of spunk. Come on."

Getting up, he seized her wrist and Carol was amazed at his strength. He was no tinsel hero, but all man. He held her so tightly by the wrist, she thought the circulation would stop. He led her from the room and up the stairs. Behind them, on the couch, Kit and Bill were locked nakedly together, fucking with all their strength while others gathered around to watch.

Upstairs, Alan held on to Carol's wrist, stopping long enough to get a bottle of scotch and two glasses from the bartender. He got a key from Bud Thompson and they walked from the room with every eye on them. Alan took her arm and led her toward a door up another flight of stairs.

He opened the door on an opulent bedroom done in Victorian style with a huge canopied bed. Striding across the room he stood by the bed and leaned, looking up. "Yep,*this is the right one all right. Come here, Carol baby."

Carol came to his side to see a huge mirror placed above the bed in the canopy. "Oh God, we can see ourselves doing it!" she said in almost complete disbelief.

Alan laughed and went to the table where he set the glasses down and twisted the bottle open. "Look around, there's a wall refrigerator somewhere with some ice in it."

Carol found the ice and Alan made the drinks. They toasted and drank with Carol making a face. She caught her breath and said, "May I talk? I have to ... "

Alan strolled to the bed and flopped on it. "Sure thing. Talk away."

"Well, all my life I've lived in a little town and I never dreamed people lived this way. Do many people live like this?"

"A great many more than you'd think."

"It seems to me that nothing would mean anything to them anymore."

Alan grinned. "Not true. People just have more fun, that's all. Things mean a lot to them, maybe more than they do for the so-called straight folks, although I like straight folks."

"So do I." Carol took another drink of scotch and shook her head. "Things happen so fast. I came here tonight to tell off John and leave and now here I am about to go to bed with a famous movie star. I've seen things I didn't believe happened. Really! It's too much to be believed!"

"I know what you mean. Look, that John is all right. Just a silly faggot, that's all. He means well, but, everyone knows he's so damned unhappy deep down. He'd like to be a man but he can't make it."

There was a pause in the conversation. The drinks had hit Carol hard. How long had it been since she had eaten? What time was it? She had to catch a plane in the morning.

Alan drained his glass and got up, taking off his coat and tie. He walked over and poured himself another drink, asking, "How about if I freshen up yours?"

He took the glass from Carol's hand and, impulsively, she said, "Alan, I've not had much experience with sex."

Alan smiled down at her. It was a sweet and understanding smile. "So?"

"Well, I don't really know what to do! All those things downstairs, I mean!"

"There are no rules," he said gently, handing her back her freshened drink.

"But I don't know if I could do things like ... like that girl was doing down there." The thought of the scene and of all those bodies and again Carol felt a yearning, a craving, a desire. Again, the impossible, illogical, insane thought: it would be exciting to be the sole center of a naked orgy.

Alan laughed. "Honey, like the old song say, all you have to do is what comes naturally."

Carol took another deep drink. The room seemed to be tilting slightly and Alan now had his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. "Alan, can I ask one more question?"

"Fire away," Alan said, drinking.

"How do people get to the insane point that girl was at tonight? What makes her do a thing like that?" Carol's face was serious and she really meant the question.

Alan was taking off his pants and neatly creasing them and hanging them up. "Kicks. That's all."

"Have you ever done-anything like that?"

He snorted. "Hell, show me one human being who Is half alive who hasn't done things like that or at least thought about them."

"But, it seems so degrading," Carol said, thinking of herself in such a situation and how she would ever face life again.

Alan stood in front of her in his shorts. "Listen, haven't you ever thought about things like you saw tonight? Now, be honest with me."

Carol looked down at her drink, drank again and said, "Yes," without looking up.

"And so did that little girl next to me with her green and horny-husband. They want to be good and wicked. Well, I say it's better to be wicked than to just think about it and then crawl into bed miserable and alone and wondering. Sure, I've, gone through the whole bit. Now, I like my sex with someone I like and all alone. I've grown out of that thing. Understand? I've got nothing against it and once in a while, I like to watch it. It turns me on. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

Silently, Carol nodded, still looking down at her drink. Slowly, she raised her glowing eyes to take in Alan's muscular frame. Although he was in his forties, he was in fine shape and he stood before her, the hero of so many of her dreams. Only now he wasn't a rugged and dashing image twenty-three feet high on some screen, he was standing in front of her, flesh and blood. A thrill ran through her. Was she going to fall in love with some stranger? This honest and charming man maybe?

She stood, finished her drink and then with an outward show of courage walked to the big bed, her back to him, unzipping her dress she let it fall to the floor. Still not looking at him, she took her bra off and stepped out of her panties and lay down on the bed, spread-eagled, naked, her eyes half closed.

Alan stood at the end of the bed, finishing his drink, taking in her lovely form. "Sweet day adawning," he said in a husky voice. Carol lay before him, voluptuous and curving, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks and thighs revealed to him in all their splendor as he slowly took his shorts off and stood, drinking in her loveliness with his already erect cock in his hand.

Carol gasped, half pleasure, half fear. It was so big! It would surely hurt going in! Her eyes widened yet her body instinctively coiled and twined with anticipated pleasure.

Alan grinned down at her. "Look up," he whispered.

Carol looked up at the ceiling and ,saw herself naked and revealed, in the full length mirror built into the ceiling canopy of the bed. She grinned at herself and spread her legs wide to reveal her soft sparse pubic hair and the open pink slit of her vagina. God, she thought, I'm hot already! The itch, the flaming feeling deep in her loins licked at her, made her cunt hot and moist and she instinctively began to undulate her body, her lovely rounded hips, her tongue licking expectantly around her lips. Involuntarily she found her hands sliding over her belly, creeping up to lovingly massage her breasts and play with her hardening nipples.

A shudder of pleasure swept through her as she saw Alan lie down beside her and grin up at then-naked images. Entranced, she watched as his hand caressed her stomach, slid lower to knead her pubic hairs, then, with a sharp intake of breath, she watched as his finger slid over the lips of her vagina and gently parted them. One practiced finger found her tiny, moistened clitoris and began teasingly massaging it. A low moan came from her lips and her buttocks thrust upward with a natural motion and ground slowly around.

Her breath was coming faster now as she watched the mirror, saw Alan shift position and saw the back of his head smother her breast, blocking it from sight. Yet, she felt his lips and mouth sucking wetly on her nipple, felt his tongue licking it, felt, with a delicious shudder, his teeth gently bite into it. And all the time his fingers were still skillfully caressing her cunt, making it more and more passion-inflamed, mounting the intensity of pleasure she was feeling. With her mouth half open and her eyes glazed, she watched her image as she slowly, wantonly, spread her legs wider still; wide, wider, as far as they would go and saw Alan's probing hand and busy fingers. Slowly, as she watched, his middle finger spread the soft-hair-lined lips of her cunt further still and slowly wormed its way in between her open legs.

Then, as she watched, Alan's head shifted to her other breast and his finger began slowly finger fucking into her, and Carol turned her head from side to side and moaned. She had never expected it to be so lewd, so thrilling!

Taking his mouth from her breasts, Alan laid beside her, next to her ear, his middle finger still fucking in and out between her open legs while he whispered, Relax. Let it happen. Don't resist. The more you give in, the better it'll be for both of us."

Carol watched, feeling her body wrapped in the invisible thick blanket of warm overwhelming lewd-ness. She watched as Alan slowly began kissing her body with his wet teasing lips. Her neck, her breasts, her stomach. Then, almost panting, she watched as the back of his head blocked her gently squirming vaginal area from her view and she gasped, instinctively trying to clasp her legs together. No one had ever done before what he was going to do to her! It was perverted! Something she had never let herself think about!

The advice which Alan had whispered ran through her mind. Relax! How could she relax? There she was, mirrored up on the ceiling, her whole body naked and her legs apart. She saw her face contort and heard herself unconsciously moan aloud as she felt the hot wet tip of his tongue lick teasingly at her clitoris. A-wave of pleasure, pure lewd animal pleasure, thick and engulfing, swept through her body, twisting her around on the bed as a flame twists and torques a match.

She could barely breathe as Alan's tongue licked and sucked relentlessly at her defenseless cunt, finding its way into the tiny hidden recesses between her open thighs. An idiotic thought flashed through her brain; now she knew why it was so forbidden! Why it was always thought of as perverted! It was so good! It was so delicious! And ... throughout all of recorded history everything that was good and delicious had been forbidden!

Carol's moans mounted in intensity as Alan's hands spread her naked taut young cunt wider and his tongue, like some evil, coaxing flame, probed deeper and deeper into her moist insides. "Relax!" tore through her confused mind. Relax he had urged her.

With perhaps her last intellectual thought, Carol made a conscious effort to relax, forcing her muscles to grow limp and allowing her primeval animal instincts to take over.

It seemed to be a wild, untamed female creature in heat she was watching in the ceiling mirror, a strange beautiful woman with a wild twisted face who writhed and undulated as the man called Alan slavered between her naked thighs for dear life and sucked and stabbed like a demon with his tongue imbedded deep in her lust-inflamed cunt. "Suck it!" she screamed, "Let me have it, don't stop, don't stop! Ohhhhh God, it's so good, so fucking good!" Carol watched through passion-fogged eyes as the creature in the mirror spread her legs as wide as they would go and drew back her knees until they were pressed hard against her breasts. She felt Alan's finger searching for her tiny exposed anus, "Yes!" she moaned. "That tooooo! Do it! Do it!"

Alan's goading finger ground in slowly, up to the first knuckle, and Carol gave a gasping groan of pain and delight. The two emotions fought with one another, the pain mounting as Alan's finger wormed in deeper and squirmed lasciviously around, ravaging the smooth rubbery walls of her anus. But then the pleasure came on again, mounting in intensity as Carol, without thinking, relaxed and allowed the searching middle finger to drive deeper and slowly begin fucking in and out while his hot wet tongue sliced rapierlike into her open cunt. Now her arms were thrown out to her sides and her hips bucking insanely upward as Carol was swept skyward on a great wave of ever rising pleasure. She felt a strange tingling growing in her, a mounting, molten emotion she had never felt before, and her eyes widened in deep disbelief. This must be an orgasm, the thing she had read and dreamed so much about! In her past experiences-with sex, the men had always come inside her too soon, coming with uncontrolled grunts and groans just as she was approaching her climax. Now, with Alan ravaging and caressing her body, she was being carried toward some new and unknown feeling that was at once both electric and sweet. It was going to be a little like death and a little like rebirth. A blinding flash of light, a feeling so intense and good that she would never forget it and would want it again and again.

It was now, in a moment of sweating near madness that she understood what it was that made other women want to be initiated into the club, what it was that lay dormant in herself, what it was that had suddenly awakened in the young Kit and her husband downstairs. She longed to be crushed in the middle of a group of naked writhing bodies, being given nothing but intense carnal pleasure and one endless orgasm after another.

It was now impossible for her to talk although she made tiny, unintelligible noises, moaned, groaned, mewed and tried to say something. She was so near to coming now and her bones seemed to turn to putty, her flesh into some hot living liquid. She was near, almost there! One more time! One more thrust with the wet magical tongue snaking around down between her legs ... !

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped!

Just at the crucial moment, as if he knew, Alan stopped, tore himself free, and rolled over on his back.

A fierce cry of rage and near-madness tore from Carol's throat. She clawed the air and gritted her teeth. She had to have it! She had to come! She was almost instantaneously on her knees, clawing at Alan's chest, pounding at him, a female animal snarl escaping her twisted lips. Alan fought with her, having to use his strength against her, having to use roughness, forcing her down, writhing and panting over her naked body.

Although her vision was blurred, she saw his great cock in front of her face and with a growl, she clutched it and instinctively pulled the foreskin back, revealing the smooth throbbing head swelling bigger every second. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes!" and without thinking or hesitating, she plunged the pulsating prickhead into the warm saliva of her mouth and begin licking and sucking, tasting the pungent, exciting secretion from his cock. She bit it until Alan moaned and then she let it sink deeper into her mouth and sucked it tightly as she could. God, she thought, if only someone could see me doing such a thing! When she was younger and had first heard of women doing such things to men, she thought them mad, immoral, sluts, perverts, whores! Yet, here she was doing it, with Alan watching in the mirror above them, and she was loving it! It was so lewd, so obscene and yet so exciting!

Her head bobbed slavishly up and down as she sucked harder, letting her set lips slip teasingly down the shaft of his rigid penis, feeling his hard strong hands on her headland feeling his hips beginning to move as he moaned aloud now, building his moans and movements to the point where he roared and pushed her free.

Carol fought to get her mouth back over his cock, saying, "No, no, no, no, NO!"

Alan caught her by the shoulders and twisting, hurting her, he hurled her down on the bed on her back, almost burying her in the mattress. Had he thrown her as hard on the floor, it would have surely knocked her out and broken some bones. His great body crashed on top of her, and up in the mirror, Carol saw stars dance around their nude bodies. She also saw his naked back and buttocks squirming over her body, his knees pressed tightly between hers and forcing her shapely legs apart.

She threw her legs wide and grasping, her arms criss-crossed over his back, watched her face as she felt the great blunt head of his cock at the slippery entrance to her cunt like some terrible red-hot ramrod. It would hurt, but she wanted it, she wanted it more than anything in the whole world. She watched her eyes growing wider and wider as the head pushed in, forcing the smooth wet walls of her cunt to stretch wide, wider still, so wide and so tight, she thought she would split and she gave out a little whimpering cry of fright. It was going to hurt too much! She couldn't possibly take it all inside of her vagina, the tightness of her small, almost unused vagina!

The head slid in, every inch well lubricated by her passion. And still it came on! "Oh, no!" she moaned, yet she was helpless to stop him. She was locked in his muscular arms and pressed down by his weight, pinned in place by his cock, like a great stake impaling her to the mattress. She felt as if she were a sacrificial victim at some primitive rite, a naked victim on some altar devoted to lewdness and pleasure. And she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked, to be debased and humiliated! It made some kind of crazy sense. She wanted him to do with her whatever he wanted. She wanted to be fucked until her head fell off and then fucked some more. She wanted to awaken with-cocks all around her. Now she knew, now she understood the intense; maddening, immoral, lewd pleasure of it all.

Carol relaxed. Every fiber of her being turned into hot, bubbling honey. Alan's great cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her, seeming to stretch the walls of her cunt beyond endurance, driving her with such intense pain that it became pure pleasure.

Alan began fucking crazily in and out between her widespread legs and thighs, his cock big and massive enough to be an ancient battering ram, and he began using it as such, pulling it out slowly only to sink it back in again with a sudden rush.

Carol was utterly insatiable and enjoying it all, to the point where she felt like screaming with joy. Above her, her figure in the mirror was writhing and twisting and bucking and her voice pleaded, "Oh, fuck me. Oh God, fuck me, fuck the life out of me, fuck me to death! FUCK ME!"

Alan responded like a wild stallion. He began to fuck into her wildly Clasping young pussy hard and heavy, indifferent to hurting her, banging her body. Carol lewdly lifted and wrapped her legs around his naked waist and locked her ankles together, drawing her buttocks up to get more of the thick plunging cock into her hungrily throbbing belly. She felt the head of it bang again and again against the cervix. "I'm ... I'm commmmmmming!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm commmmmmmingl" Alan redoubled his efforts as they inched across the bed slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts only to be slammed down again and again into the squeaking mattress until she could no longer even see her shamelessly twisting body in the mirror. Her head was hanging free of the bed as Alan fucked her with a shouting, grunting fury. Now her shoulders were free of the bed and, in two more brutal thrusts, her round naked buttocks would be free and she would crash to the floor.

Her head was touching the floor, banging against it, when the moment came. It was irreversible. Nothing could stop it. She began to moan and gag on her own saliva. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed, her hips thrusting straight up as she came. "AAAAAGGGGGGGHHhhhhhhhh! God, fuck it, fuck it harder! Harrrrrder!" Her climax exploded inside of her and her vision faded as she saw red and came again and again with an intensity so powerful she thought her heart had stopped beating.

Above her, Alan, half off the bed, holding onto her hips with powerful hands, fucked on furiously. One, two, last thrusts and he moaned and roared and at last Carol felt his cock swelling and convulsing and felt his white hot come spurt lava-like deep into her ravaged cunt and belly. And then, with a shuddering moan, he fell on top of her and they both tumbled in a panting, sweating mass to the floor where they slumped and held tightly to one another.

After a seeming eternity, Alan rolled off her and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling, "Sweet day a-dawning," he gasped and Carol smiled dazedly, sitting up and cupping her breasts in silent wonder. She felt tired yet relaxed, more relaxed than she had felt since she was a baby. She felt more than relaxed, she felt fulfilled. She looked at Alan and half-moaned in amazement. "My God, what have we done?"

Alan seemed drowsy and amused. "We balled, we had sex, we fucked!"

The lewd word made Carol smile. It was true, they had fucked and she had loved it. She had felt things she'd never known about and, most important, wanted more of.

"Get me a cigarette, will you, Love?" Alan asked, pointing to his pants. Carol got to her feet and found it difficult to walk, she was so relaxed. Coming back to Alan, she saw him grinning up between her legs as his eyes took in her body. She gave him a cigarette, lit it for him and kneeled by him, watching him smoke ...

"Do you do this all the time?" she asked incredulously.

Alan smiled up at her. "Truth?"

Smiling, Carol nodded.

Alan took another drag and said, "Truth is, no, not like that. Let me tell you, you're a hot little number! You've got real talent!"

Carol was pleased and showed him so by bending over and kissing him wetly on the mouth and whispering, "I want to do all lands of things!"

Alan ruffled her hair. "And believe me, you're going to ... with old Alan ... now ... tonight. Let's have another drink first, okay?"

With an expectant grin, Carol offered to make the drinks and she did so with Alan crawling back up on the bed and lying there smoking, watching her nude supple movements and instructing her in how to make the drinks.

Carol gloried in her nakedness as she stood by the bed, one hand on her hip, toasting Alan and grinning as he looked again at her body with admiring eyes. Her glance went to his penis, now soft and limp. "What's the matter with him?" she asked coyly.

Alan grinned. "Needs a little attention, a little loving."

Grinning impishly, Carol put her drink down and sat on the bed, taking the cock in one hand. "Well, well see what we can do about that," she cooed softly, ovaling her lips teasingly.