Chapter 6
By the time Peggy's father came to get the girls for Thanksgiving vacation, things had calmed down considerably. The weather was getting colder, and it was no longer pleasant to romp around in the woods or go swimming in the nude. The school work had begun to pile up, and Vanessa especially had been up long nights finishing papers and studying for tests. Peggy, with her long years of experience at system-beating, got over the rough spots a little more easily.
When Peggy's father arrived, Peggy was finishing up a test, and Vanessa was alone in their room. The knock on their door caught her in her underpants, but since it was a girls' dorm, and since it didn't matter much whether any of her other visitors-Hal, John, Paul, Gary, Bernie-saw her in her underpants, she just yelled, "Come on in!"
The door had closed behind the visitor before Vanessa bothered to look up. When she did turn to see who it was-expecting either one of the girls next door, or maybe one of the guys-she was quite surprised.
Mr. Arden didn't seem too upset, however. He seemed not even to glance at the fully-rounded, pink-nippled breasts that swung for a brief second before him. His eyes met Vanessa's, and then, unhurriedly, without embarrassment, wandered around the room and out the window. "Hi," he said, going over to the window and sitting down in a chair that placed Vanessa just out of his line of vision, "Peggy around?"
Somehow, Vanessa was put completely at ease by Mr. Arden's easy manner. It wasn't as though he was pretending that nothing had happened: in fact, for him, nothing had happened. She immediately took him out of the forty-year-old category and put him into the "one of the guys" category, at least as far as relating to him socially was concerned. "Peggy's finishing up a chemistry test," Vanessa said. "She was expecting you in about an hour."
"I made good time," said Mr. Arden. "You got anything to drink around here?"
"Sure," said Vanessa, who by this time had pulled on her jeans. "What would you like? We've got scotch..."
"That's good."
"On the rocks?"
"Great."
Peggy and Vanessa had purchased a small refrigerator which they kept in the larger of their two rooms, which they used as a living room. Vanessa's clothes were in the bedroom, and for a second she debated going in there first and putting on a blouse before she got Peggy's father his drink. But by this time she had the scotch bottle in one hand, and the glass in the other. So she proceeded to walk in front of Mr. Arden, bend down, reach into the refrigerator for a few ice cubes, drop them into the glass, and douse them with scotch. She turned to him, almost hitting him in the face with her tits, and handed him the liquor.
"Thanks," he said, looking into her eyes rather than at her breasts. "Nice service."
Vanessa, feeling slightly aroused by Mr. Arden's lack of attention to her-which was not, she was sure, motivated in any way by embarrassment or disapproval, but simply by the' fact that he had been around quite a lot-went into the bedroom and chose a rather sheer blouse. She slipped it on and returned to-the living room.
"So you're going to be staying with us for the holidays," Mr. Arden said. "We're glad to have you."
"I'm really happy to come, too. I guess you know that Peggy and I have got to be pretty close." Vanessa tried to say that without any hint of the myriad double meanings it would have involved for anyone who knew the girl's real relationship. "And I've never been to New York before. It should be a real experience."
"We should be able to show you some of the sights," Mr. Arden said. "Also, I'll be playing at the Club Hawaii, over on the East Side, and you'll be going there for one night"
"Sounds great."
Just then, Peggy wandered in. "Hi, Dad," she said. "I didn't expect you for a while."
While Peggy and her father chatted briefly, Vanessa looked him over, trying to decide what she could make of him. He was perhaps six one, with soft, wavy hair of the color sometimes called dirty blond. His face was somewhat angular, but oddly enough lacked that rugged look that usually accompanies angularity, perhaps because his complexion was pale and almost delicate. Still, his overall aura was decidedly masculine, and he exuded poise, self-mastery, and self-confidence, in an unusually quiet way. Beneath his gray suit with wide white pinstripes, he wore a pink shirt with a wide collar, and a pink and blue tie. His shoes were two-tone brown, with metal buckles. His hair came down in waves just over his ears and collar, giving a sort of ragged intellectual look. Vanessa knew he had done jazz composing as well as performing, although his work was known primarily to aficionados.
The ride to New York City was long and uneventful. Most of the autumn foliage that had been so spectacular in the earlier weeks was gone, and the air hinted of snow. The miles zipped by beneath the wheels of Mr. Arden's Mercedes, the FM radio lulled Vanessa with jazz tunes, and Peggy, who had been up late the night before studying, slept for a time in the back seat. The only notable occurrence of the trip was when the radio played one of Mr. Arden's compositions.
"How about that," he said. "I never thought that one would go anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Well, for something that was done last year, it's a little old-fashioned. I mean, it uses traditional instruments in a rather traditional way. Most of your contemporary jazz is much more innovative."
Vanessa slumped down in her seat and listened. To her surprise, she found the piece highly sensual, and not at all conventional. Much of it was a conversation between a saxophone and a trumpet, carried on at times softly, then breaking at others into an almost desperate staccato, Toward the end, drums broke in, and a flute, which whirled the piece to an almost dizzy climax.
"Wow," she said, when it was over. "I can't see too much that's ordinary about that. It reminds me of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring in some ways-but it's got such a pervasive feeling. It's a very unusual mixture."
Mr. Arden looked at her. "You seem to know a lot about music," he said.
She smiled at him, "Not really," she said, "But I can bullshit a lot."
He grinned and swept his eyes back up the road.
By the time the Mercedes made its way off the FDR Drive on the East Side of Manhattan and crawled through the traffic toward Fifth Avenue, a slight drizzle had started to fall. The windshield wipers made a comfortable sound, and Vanessa felt somehow embraced and protected by the tall buildings that were rapidly turning to massive banks of yellow light around and above her. The car turned down Fifth Avenue, and Vanessa gazed to the right at Central Park. A few blocks before the park ended, Mr. Arden dove the Mercedes into an underground garage, and they had arrived.
It was immediately obvious to Vanessa that she had a roommate who was rather well off. The elevator that took them up to the twenty-first floor opened onto a foyer with only two doors. Mr. Arden swung open one of them and ushered Vanessa into an entryway twelve feet wide and floored with black and white tiles of the type often seen in old French villas. There was an immense chandelier in the hall, which opened through several archways onto a living room, a dining room, a study, and several other miscellaneous rooms. Vanessa eventually learned that the apartment had twelve rooms, all of them huge, and that one floor I of the gigantic building she found herself in contained, after all, only two apartments.
"Mr. Arden?" Vanessa asked, after he had brought her a drink.
"Call me Jay," he said. "My kids call me that, so you may as well. It's a crummy name, but I've had it a long time."
"I like it. Anyhow-where are we?"
"You mean in relation to other things in New York?"
"Yes."
"Well, the Empire State Building is about thirty blocks downtown-that way. Wall Street is all the way down at the end of the island. We're looking out on Central Park," he said, getting up and going to the window. Vanessa followed him. The windows went from floor to ceiling. To Vanessa's surprise, they opened out onto a terrace. Jay walked out. The drizzle had stopped, but the streets far below were glistening.
"Across the park is the West Side," he said. "We're on the East Side. Just up from here is Spanish Harlem. Then Harlem proper starts at 110th St., where the park stops. Greenwich Village is down about seventy blocks."
"All these famous places," Vanessa said, staring out. Suddenly she felt a gentle hand around her waist. It moved around just briefly to play across her stomach. Then it moved back, and, so lightly that she could barely feel it, traveled down, tracing the lines of her buttocks.
"That feels nice," she whispered. It was a dramatic change from the wide-open, raucous, slam-bang sex that she had become used to at school. With the misty New York air, and the bright lights shining through the night and reflecting off the pavement, she felt a hint of romance. She was ready for that.
Jay turned Vanessa to him and kissed her lightly on the forehead. The windows to the interior of the house were wide open, and people were moving around, so Vanessa concluded that it made no difference if they were seen. Jay gave her one more gentle pat on the ass, which made her want to scream and grab him-just because it was so light, so teasing, so subtle. But instead she wandered back into the house and sat sipping her scotch.
As she did, she remembered briefly that Jay was old enough to be her father. But that didn't seem real to her, because her own father was a full ten years older than Jay, and the difference between fifty and forty was immense.
Vanessa had already met Jim, Peggy's older brother, and Linda, her younger sister, but she hadn't yet seen her mother, who had been in the shower when they'd arrived. Jim and Peggy rather favored their father, although Peggy's height seemed to come from her mother. But Linda, as Vanessa was told, favored her mother-she had large brown eyes, and shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair. Now Mrs. Arden appeared. In her gait and in her manner, she reminded Vanessa very much of Shirley Dalton; spirited, proud, and sensual. But her almost unfathomable brown eyes, her high cheek-bones, her straight, slightly hooked nose, and her extremely wide-although not unattractive-mouth, made all comparisons with Shirley's pale and delicate appearance vanish.
"Hi," she said, striding toward Vanessa with a wide smile, 'Tm Gina Arden. You're Vanessa. Glad to have you." Vanessa shook hands with the older woman, wondering what her thoughts would have been had she witnessed the scene on the terrace moments before. She assumed it would not have been adverse.
A few minutes later, the family sat down to dinner. Vanessa was not surprised to learn that the Ardens had a cook, and the meal, veal marsala, was excellent.
"After dinner," Gina announced, "I'm going out to a meeting of the housing council. I may not be back until late, so don't wait up."
Peggy's brother was catching a midnight plane to spend the weekend with a girl friend in Chicago, and Linda was going to a play her school was putting on, and then planned to stay with a friend overnight. Vanessa was almost beginning to suspect a conspiracy when Jay suggested that he take the two girls to hear a friend who was playing at a nightclub in the Village. Half an hour later, they were on the way.
The narrow, crowded streets of the Village, swarming with strange-looking people, the music drifting out of doorways, the odors of Greek and Italian food, were all new to Vanessa. Jay led them into an intimate cellar cafe where a trio consisting of a drummer, a bass guitarist, and a lead guitarist, were playing in a soulful blues style. The lead guitarist, a black guy who seemed to be in his early thirties, nodded and smiled at Jay as they walked in.
The three took a corner table. The place was nearly empty at first, but after they had been there for a while, it began to fill up. Jay ordered drinks, and then took a silver cigarette case out of his pocket.
"You girls want to see a little trick?" he asked.
"Sure," said Peggy. "What's it about?"
"Well, just wait a minute or two and see if you can figure it out." For the first time, Vanessa noticed Jay being just a little bit fatherly toward Peggy. His tone was sort of "Want to see something really neat?"
Jay lit a cigarette. He listened to the music. He played around a little with his cigarette, rolling the lighted end around in an ash tray.
"What's the trick?" asked Peggy.
"Well, it's going on right now," Jay said. "Don't you notice anything rather strange?"
"No," said Peggy. Vanessa was staring hard, but she had no idea what to look for.
"Take a drag of this cigarette," Jay said to Peggy, handing it to her.
Peggy took it and pulled deeply. Her eyes lit up, and she held her breath. Vanessa smiled. There was only one reason for anyone to hold his breath while smoking a cigarette. Finally Peggy let it out.
"Pure hash," she whispered to Vanessa. Then she turned to her father. "How do you do it? Are those some special kind of cigarettes?"
"Nope," he said. He reached into his pocket and took out a tiny brown lump, perhaps a quarter of an inch cube. With his fingernail, he shaved off a tiny speck of it and dropped it into the ash tray. Then he knocked the excess ashes off the burning cigarette, rolled the fire over the bit of hashish, and put the cigarette to his lips. The bit of hash lit up brightly, and a tiny curl of perfumed smoke left the tip of the cigarette-but nearly all the hash smoke was sucked through the cigarette and mixed with a smaller proportion of tobacco smoke.
"That's dynamite," said Peggy. "Hey dad-can you spare a cigarette?"
"Sure," he said, handing one to Peggy and one to Vanessa. "We used to do this back in the fifties, when hashish was something exotic that only existed in Turkey, and marijuana was unheard of except in the ghetto. Would you believe that I got stoned this way on hash at a dinner with the mayor of New York, and nobody knew the difference?"
At that moment, Peggy happened to glance up at the band. The lead guitarist looked pointedly at her cigarette, and gave a sardonic smile.
Vanessa's father noticed. "That's one of Huey's favorite tricks," he said.
Just then the band took a break. Jay waved to Huey, grabbed an extra chair, and welcomed him to the table. He squeezed in between Peggy and her father.
"Hey, man, how ya doin?" Huey chuckled, shaking Jay's hand vigorously. "See ya'all doin somethin for your heads."
"Yeah, well, hash goes nice with your music," Jay said.
"I know, man-that's where it's comin from." Huey was extremely handsome, with deep set eyes, and a full beard that set off his features well. "I hear you're gettin' into the big time," Huey said. "Got a gig at the Hawaii, huh?"
Jay laughed. "Yeah," he said. "Those people don't know what the hell music is, but they pay for it. It looks like you're doing pretty well here."
Huey looked around. "Yeah-the house's full every night, but you know, it's a small place. I like it, though. Pays the rent and so on."
"Yeah," Jay said, with a twinkle in his eye. "And so on." He turned to Vanessa. "Huey spends more bread on women than any other man in existence."
"Yeah, well," Huey said, "all that shit aside-why don't you folks come up to my place after the gig's done? Be about one o'clock tonight."
Jay grinned. "I know you just love me so much you I want to rap with me at one in the morning," he said. "Peggy can go if she wants, but I don't know whether I ought to expose this innocent young girl here to anyone so rapacious as you."
Huey grinned back. "Layin' them big words on me again," he said in mock sadness, shaking his head from side to side. "Well," he said, "I got to go downstairs for a while. Peggy-want to stop by after the gig, since your old man's being such as antisocial bastard?"
"Sure," she said. Vanessa was rather surprised that Jay would suggest that his daughter go home with a thirty year old jazz musician when she was only eighteen-but she reminded herself that this wasn't Arizona. She also realized that Jay had maneuvered things so they would be alone. That was fine with her.
Peggy went to the men's room before the next set started. Jay turned to Vanessa. "I guess I kind of set you up," he said.
Vanessa smirked.
"Hope you don't mind."
She looked at him levelly. "Depends on what you've set me up for," she said.
He tilted his head to the side. "How bad can it be?" lie asked, his lips barely curling in the faintest of smiles.
In answer, Vanessa turned her head away from him and pretended to glance absently at the ceiling. Then, in an instant, she darted her hand over and brushed her fingers lightly between his legs.
Jay doubled over and a low gasp of surprised pleasure and then gazed up at the ceiling, regaining his composure. Vanessa smiled at him demurely.
"Okay," he said. "I'm beginning to wonder who's seducing who here."
The effects of the hashish were just beginning to overtake Vanessa, and the low haze of smoke that filled the room was like a thin veil, covering the sensuality that hung in the air. They sat through the next set, the guitar music boiling over them in repeating, insistent patterns of pleasure. Then they emerged onto the street and hailed a cab.
When they arrived back at the apartment on Fifth Avenue, Jay led Vanessa into the bedroom. He pulled a hash pipe out of a drawer, filled it, and gave it to her. As the smooth, fragrant smoke eased its way into her lungs, and a sailing feeling of relaxation took over her body, Jay left momentarily. Seconds later, lilting jazz music filled the room-a high, soaring flute, over a background of rhythm and guitar reminiscent of the jungle.
Jay returned and sat next to Vanessa on the bed. He bent over and brushed his lips across hers. With incredible gentleness, he ran his fingers up under her blouse and over her stomach. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the wandering sensations. The music fit the mood so perfectly that she felt the instruments were actually making love to her. Involuntarily, her legs spread. In response, Jay loosened her belt and pulled her pants off. He moved so slowly and so easily that it took a full ten minutes of caressing and manipulating to get them off. When he had finished, Vanessa felt as though she had not merely been undressed: she felt, strangely, as though an outer layer of her personality, in fact her being, had been stripped away. She was filled with a double sense of vulnerability and complete trust. "There had been times in the previous months when she had had to work hard to get herself ready, physically and psychologically, for the rapid sexual assaults of the various boys she had slept with at school. Their impatience-characteristic not of Hal, but of some of the others-had been highly erotic at times, but it had also had the effect of truncating the sexual experience, rendering it only partial. This experience was something more than a genital one-it involved all of her.
By this time Jay had pulled off her blouse. His tongue ran tiny circles around her nipples. It made its way down her side to her stomach, then back up. Jay lifted her arms and ran his tongue up her side under them. Vanessa had never suspected that her underarms could be sexually sensitive, but now she learned something different. Jay ran his tongue around and around in the soft flesh, and she felt as though she was being sexually penetrated, explored, and caressed just as though he had his tongue in her vagina. She began to writhe and squirm with passion, her feet kicking the sheets of the bed and ruffling them in huge billows. Outside the open window, the rain was falling harder, and it felt as if the rain, the music, the traffic sounds from far below, the lights and the atmosphere of the entire city were entering into her and exhilarating lovemaking experience.
After a time-when she was fully aroused, and every inch of her young, tender body was throbbing with desire-she began to run her own fingers up and down Jay's slim, compact body. She undressed him as slowly as he had undressed her. Something new was happening, and she realized that it was the first time she had ever undressed a man completely. More than that, she felt as though she was making a discovery with each inch of Jay's flesh that was revealed to her. His flat, soft stomach, rippling underneath with muscles that she could guess had once been hard and rippling, felt none the less sensual to her for being part of the body of a much older man. There was something serene and secure in the entire process she was going through. There was no hurry, no urgency. They would get where they were going sooner or later. For now, there was no hurry. Vanessa pulled off Jay's pants. She moved herself down his body until her head was at his feet. His whole body smelled clean, uncomplicated, masculine. She took his toes in her mouth and ran her tongue between them, exploring and caressing everywhere. Then she moved up his leg, licking gently. Somewhere far away, she felt Jay's mouth doing the same thing to her, and all at once two events merged into one; she had felt once before as though she were making love to herself, with Hal. This was a little bit different. Jay was still there, but the impulses coursed through both of them. The boundaries of their bodies seemed to be dissolved.
Eventually Vanessa's mouth wandered up inside Jay's thighs. She licked the inside of them, and his legs drifted apart. Now he relaxed completely, and let her work on him. The tip of her tongue touched briefly against the heavy sack of his balls, moving the flesh and making it quiver. She stared at the tiny, light hairs sprouting from the skin that was practically touching her eyes, and seemed to discover a microscopic world that she had not seen before. It was like the jungle that the music suggested. The flute, playing incredibly high notes now, seemed to be dancing between the thin strands of hair, and she followed its lead with her tongue. Every inch of the body before her seemed different. Every inch afforded her a new and pleasure-filled experience. And with every new sally of her tongue, Jay's reaction was different. When she finally came to the base of his long, smooth cock, and began to lick her way up the center, along the canal where soon the sperm would be flowing, he groaned and thrust his hips toward her.
Climbing Jay's cock was like climbing a mountain. She took it a fraction of an inch at a time, savoring it all, licking in circles, at first gently, then harder. By the time she had crossed the ridge of the cock's head, Jay was quivering all over. She was not only arousing him; she was teasing him. She was building up an incredible reserve of passion and emotion that would soon erupt like a volcano, filling her with the warm juices of life.
After half an hour of slow, tantalizing preliminaries, Vanessa shoved her mouth down over Jay's cock as far as it would go... the move was sudden, and Jay began thrusting and pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She knew he would not hurt her. Every jab was precisely controlled. Before when she had done the same thing to men, they had often forced themselves down her throat and made her gag. Now, although Jay's cock was deeper into her than anyone's had ever been, there was no danger of that. She felt his cock probing deep down, fucking her throat as if it were a cunt, with a rhythm at once excited and controlled. Vanessa was excited enough by this time that she wanted Jay to come. She imagined the warm swirl of semen shooting down her throat, and the thought made her tingle all over and work all the harder. She felt Jay's body beginning to heave with the tell-tale signs of orgasm. She forced the cock farther and farther into herself with every new thrust For once, she was able to breathe somehow, between thrusts and through her nose, and the usual unpleasant, suffocating feeling that she associated with blowing someone was absent. But at the last minute, Jay stopped. A tiny trickle of come squirted from the head of his cock, and Vanessa licked at it hungrily. Jay went completely limp.
"Mmmmmm," he said. "That was beautiful, I could tell you wanted me to come," he said. "But I wanted to save it for that delicious-looking pussy of yours."
These words, sort of uncharacteristic of Jay, spurred Vanessa to even greater heights of passion. But Jay, who she realized was orchestrating their lovemaking almost as one would a musical theme, made her lie very still on her back. He sucked her nipples until they were a bright, throbbing scarlet. He sent waves of pleasure out from them that washed over her whole body and invaded her mind, hypnotizing her until she felt like an inanimate object, or perhaps some small animal, lying inert and experiencing sun, wind, and rain with equanimity. She suddenly had an image of a turtle on a log, penetrated and dazed by the warmth of the sun. The sounds and feelings were like liquid swirling around her now, buoying her up and carrying her along, with a million tiny cross-currents caressing every inch of her flesh.
Gradually, Jay moved down. The suspense was incredible, as Vanessa's cunt cried out for the tongue that licked her stomach and then touched the mound of her pubis. Gradually it continued its downward trip, until it breached the edges of her cunt and wormed its way into the damp, pink flesh.
Jay was lying between her legs now. She felt his fingers parting her cunt; opening it wide so that his gaze could fall on all of it. She felt his eyes searching the beauties of her womanhood, taking in the entire world of delicate colors and convoluted shapes. Her clit stood out, throbbing and swollen, waiting for the inevitable touch. Vanessa steeled herself for its coming: she was determined not to bounce and shove as she always had, but simply to remain absolutely still, letting her mind rather than her body absorb the sensations as they issued from it.
When Jay finally eased his tongue between the inner lips of her pussy and licked upward along her distended clit, Vanessa fought hard to keep still. Tremors like those of an earthquake wracked her body, as the inner feelings churned from her crotch and fought for release. But she kept them penned up, and soon felt them invading her brain, turning it to liquid, molten lava.
Jay licked her clit forever, it seemed, and she teetered on the edge of a climax. But she had to use no tricks to stay there without going over the edge. She didn't have to import images of circuses, homework, placid lakes, to keep herself from exploding. Her brain did the work for her, and she stayed in the stream of delicately balanced passion, floating along it, totally absorbed.
Finally Jay plunged his tongue deep into her cunt She drew her legs up under her to open the hole wide for him, aware that at the same time she was exposing her ass-hole to him, inviting him to explore that as well. She felt him probing the depths of her pulsating cunt, and rotating his tongue, making it cover the whole area of the burning, impatient orifice. Abstractedly, she realized how different, and in a way how much more personal, being eaten was than being fucked. There was something very accepting about the thought of someone facing the teeming, swampy morass of a cunt in heat, tasting it, sucking it in, After someone had done that to you-or at least someone like Jay, for whom nothing seemed ignored, everything seemed welcomed and appreciated-there was no question of embarrassment or bidden fear.
Jay's mouth moved gradually from Vanessa's pussy. His tongue teased the outside of her ass-hole, and then traveled down her crack till it had reached the small of her back. It turned there, and started back down. Vanessa realized for the first time why a tongue would feel so good in her ass. Her cunt was wet, but her ass-hole was dry and hot. She realized too, as Jay's tongue finally made contact with her hole and started to make tiny circles on it, what made it so exciting to have someone lick your ass. If eating a cunt was a gesture of acceptance, licking an ass was even more of one. The associations connected with genitals that normally grew up during puberty, forced on adolescents by a society not ready to accept sex for all it was worth, were bad enough. They were supposed to be dirty; not to be looked at or touched But the anal associations were even worse. One night, sitting alone with nothing to do in her dormitory room at school, Vanessa had tried to come up with a definition of dirt. What was it that made something dirty? First of all, it was something that would harm you. Flies were dirty because they carried disease. Second, it was something connected with the earth. Now Vanessa had decided she could accept the first, but not the second. And it was the associations of the second that caused the problem. For instance, shit was supposed to be dirty. Well-what was it? First of all, it was something that came out of your body-and went back into the earth. It was just a pile of chemicals. Now if it was dirty because the chemicals were highly concentrated and they'd hurt you if you ate them, that was one thing. Who wanted to eat shit? But if it was dirty just because it came from the body and went back into the earth, that was ridiculous. She'd actually decided that a little bit of shit couldn't hurt you. Not that she ever thought about that when she was making love. What did shit have to do with making love? Except that it happened to come out of the ass-hole sometimes. In fact, she had never seen any while she was making love -so what was the big deal? Some people, she had discovered, had quite beautiful ass-holes. They were pink, symmetrical, smooth--like flowers. Besides, they were, biologically speaking, pleasure centers, and anything that was a pleasure center was relevant to the lovemaking process. To top it all off, she'd once read a book by a doctor on sex that had said that oral-anal contact was perfectly safe, and in fact a good thing.
None of this really occurred to Vanessa while she and Jay were lying on the white sheets of the bed in Jay's apartment. It had all been put out of the way long ago, and now only the conclusion she had reached was relevant It was strange that, even while Jay was licking her ass, opening it, delving into it with his tongue, abstract patterns of thought danced in her head, mingling with the physical pleasure that she felt and enhancing it Never before had she been so completely, and yet so lucidly, involved in sexual acts. She supposed, as another thought-pattern flitted across her brain, that it had something to do with Jay-an older man, a musician, one who was used to capturing the lyrical qualities of life and composing them without draining the life from them; one who structured them to bring out and develop their emotional beauty.
Jay reached up and gently took both of Vanessa's hands. He had been holding the cheeks of her ass open with his own hands, but now he replaced them with hers. She understood what he meant. It was far nicer to have her offering than to have him taking. She actually felt a thrill of pleasure as she grabbed her own ass and spread it. The flesh was slightly rough over the bones of her ass-from sitting, she assumed. Ordinarily that might have struck her as a flaw, an imperfection. But now she accepted the body as it was, and found it beautiful After all, people were not marble statues. She almost laughed at the thought of making love to a marble statue.
After a few more minutes of thrusting deep into her ass-hole with his tongue and then drawing it oat slowly, teasingly, Jay moved back to Vanessa's cunt again. She grasped at him and turned him around into the familiar "sixty-nine" position, with him on top. As he delved into her cunt from the new angle, she lowered his balls into her mouth and swirled them around. Then she approached his ass-hole. In a moment it was glistening with saliva. She returned her mouth to his balls, and began to work a finger up his ass. He began a slow rhythm that moved the finger in and out, and rubbed the bottom of the shaft of his cock against her upper lip as she sucked his balls.
Soon a gentle rocking motion started. It was the rhythm of a slow fuck. A new theme, Vanessa thought, unable to keep herself from indulging in musical analogies even as her passion mounted. She felt as though she was being rocked in a cradle at the same time as she was making love. It was a very secure feeling. It brought out feelings and emotions from her unrememberable inimagine.
After a while, virtually by an unvoiced agreement, the two separated and simply gazed at each other. Jay's clear blue eyes suddenly became very deep. Vanessa remembered the hashish. She picked up the pipe, which had long since gone out with a large chunk of the resinous brown substance in it, and relighted it. As she inhaled, she was at once carried to new heights of awareness. Everything seemed isolated from everything else, and incredibly clear. Each moment retained its own identity. Time jumped between them like a man leaping over an endless series of chasms. Vanessa began to penetrate Jay's gaze, going down ever-deeper into his consciousness. It was as if his eyes were windows into him, and as if, by staring into them, a series of veils parted before her stare.
Once more, abstraction took over. What was she looking at? The eyes were windows to nowhere, some would tell her. They were connected to the brain- a teeming mass of complex circuits that were really nothing but a huge computer. And yet, that was not what she was seeing. The deeper she went, the more things opened out. She felt as if she was looking through Jay into infinite space. But it was not the space of astronauts, not the dark, hostile vacuum where freezing cold and lack of air could kill any living thing. It was a wide space, the air over a grassy field in the summertime, full of the odors and sounds and sights of pure life. Perhaps there was no living thing beyond Jay; but there was life, pure and unneedful of any thing to sustain it.
Then, Vanessa and Jay started to come together. He touched her shoulder. A tiny point of contact. Then he opened his hand and covered her shoulder, and moved it down her back. From an isolated being, Vanessa was gradually metamorphosed into an enveloped being, at one with another. Soon their flesh touched everywhere. Jay's erect organ slipping into her waiting cunt was not "the sex act." It was part of it; the culminating part, perhaps. But only a part. She almost had the feeling that they could fuck, in the fullest sense, without it...
Vanessa's whole body was attuned to Jay's. In the past, she had always felt that one or another partner in the sex act was setting the pace, and the other was following. Vanessa had done her share of leading as well as her share of following, but it had never occurred to her before that the whole thing could just happen-that neither person would lead or follow, but that both would be carried along by some greater force that their bodies and souls agreed on without words, without any overt form of communication. Now that was happening. Soon the rhythm began to build, but Vanessa felt as though she was doing nothing. It was completely effortless. Briefly, she wondered whether the hashish had something to do with it. Perhaps. But it was just part of the overall atmosphere in which both of them were immersed.
Vanessa, even in her most satisfying sexual moments, had always had the feeling that a climax was something that came from far away, like a railroad train; that it had to be reached for, although no amount of pure desire could bring it-it had to come of itself. Some of the same feeling remained. She still realized that there was no one thing she did to make herself come. But now the feeling of distance was gone. She searched her mental horizons for signs of an approaching orgasm, but she found nothing. And yet, she knew it was coming. She looked inside herself. The signs were all there. Her temperature was rising, her hips were churning, and she was caught in a rhythm that could not be broken: she thought she would surely die if it was. And yet, these were only signs. What were they signs of?
Jay's rapid breathing filled her ears, and mingled with the other sounds; the incessant, all-pervasive music; the creaking of the bed; the movement of bodies; the rain; the wind, which was rising; the traffic. The pounding of her own heart became louder. And yet, beneath the high tempo of the sounds all together, something was welling up with incredible gentleness, almost timidity, within her. On the exterior level, time was chopped up by the noises, separated out. Vanessa had a bizarre vision of all the sounds as clocks, ticking away. And yet, the feeling that was growing up denied all clocks, all exterior measures. It was timeless, and yet it was happening. Suddenly, it happened.
It was like an explosion, but it had no force. It simply dissolved everything. Vanessa knew that Jay's cock was thrusting away inside her, causing it to happen-and this added something. But it was not what was really happening. Suddenly, she had expanded till she was the size of the entire universe. She was clear, empty space. There were no lights, no stars, because she was the light and the stars. She felt her body convulsing wildly, clutching, grasping-fucking like crazy. She was coming back. She had been gone-farther than she had ever been before. Making love with Peggy for the first time, she had lost herself in a similar way. But there was no telling whether she had been in the same place then-or when she had made love with Hal the first time. There were no landmarks there. There was no way to tell. All you knew was that you were gone.
For the next five minutes, she returned to her body and dwelt entirely within it. It was almost as though she had missed it where she had been. She felt the heat radiating from herself, and from Hal. His body and hers were covered with sweat. It was a good, earthy smell. She inhaled deeply. From every part of her, tiny spasms shot through her to every other part, like heat lightning in the summer-brief, but brilliantly illuminating. She felt completely fulfilled. The semen started to trickle out of her. Ordinarily she would have searched for something to clean it up with, but now she simply enjoyed the feeling of it dripping on her, making a pool underneath her. Jay was still deep within her. Sadly, she felt his organ shrinking. She held onto him tightly ,and the sadness went away. He kissed her eyes tenderly, then her mouth. They both drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later, Jay gently shook Vanessa awake. She came to consciousness slowly, and for a moment was not sure where she was.
"It's about one thirty," he said. "Gina will be home soon."
"I guess I should get out of here," said Vanessa groggily.
"Well," Jay said, sitting on the side of the bed, "it's not as if Gina would be terribly upset if she came home and found us like this. But she wouldn't want to spend the night in the guest room, and I don't think she'd care for spending it with both of us."
Vanessa thought of telling Jay that he didn't have to explain or make excuses, but somehow she felt he already knew that, and was just saying something because he had to say something to wake her up. Jay walked to the guest room, tucked her in, kissed her, and left. Suddenly she had the strange feeling that he was her father. Oddly enough, it didn't bother her at all. In minutes, she was asleep again.
Peggy didn't arrive at home until the next morning. Nobody seemed at all surprised when she bounced in at about ten o'clock as the rest of the family was having breakfast. Actually, Vanessa thought, she included herself in the family-because Jim and Linda were gone, leaving only Gina, Jay, and the cook and maid. It still seemed like a lot of people.
Peggy smiled at Vanessa. "Have a good time?" she asked, almost as though she were asking whether Vanessa had had a good night bowling.
Vanessa fought for the proper reply. Finally she simply said, "Yes." That seemed enough. Gina didn't seem the slightest bit curious about what she had been up to, so presumably she knew.
Vanessa spent the day wandering around New York. Peggy spent part of the day with her, and then Jay spent some time with her, showing her all the things New York was famous for, and a few that were more or less unknown. It was Jay's last free night, because his stint at the Club Hawaii was to start Sunday night. They decided to spend it at home. Toward the late afternoon, Peggy, Vanessa, and Jay met for cocktails. Gina, who was very active in many community projects-and whom Vanessa assumed had other extracurricular interests as well-called to say she would be home just in time for dinner at eight. Jay had the cook prepare a dinner that needed only to be heated, I and then gave her and the maid the night off.
At first Vanessa felt somewhat strange kicking around in the huge apartment with Peggy and her father. Everybody knew what had gone on the night I before, but there was a hesitation to talk about it, Vanessa supposed that it was because she was Peggy's age, and the taboo on sexual relations between fathers and daughters might sort of extend to her for that reason. She wondered whether that particular taboo had any force in this particular house anyhow. Peggy had never mentioned having sex with her father, so Vanessa assumed she never had. The girls had not kept much from each other since becoming friends.
Vanessa decided that she wanted to take a bath. Jay was not around; he had gone out for a second to buy something. She asked Peggy where to get towels, and which bath to use.
"We've got a really fun thing," Peggy said. I don't think you've seen it. We built it with the people from the apartment downstairs. They're in Greece right now." Peggy led her to a door at the end of the apartment. When she opened it, Vanessa was amazed. It led to a room about the size of the living room, which was two stories high, and contained a large bathtub-or a small swimming pool depending on how you wanted to characterize it. On one of the walls was a ladder that led to a platform. Vanessa realized that the water in the pool was about seven feet deep at one place.
"You can't dive," Peggy said. "But jumping is really fun."
"I can't imagine how much this must have cost," Vanessa said, mentioning Peggy's parents apparent wealth explicitly for the first time. "Just to brace the floor to hold that much water."
"Well, this is a pretty solid old building," Peggy said. "It already has a swimming pool on the roof. Anyway-let's get in!"
Peggy went over and turned several valves on the wall. The water In the pool began to flow. Mice the current of a stream.
"That's so you can wash and not steep in your own dirty water," Peggy said. Then she opened a panel on the wall. It was full of temperature controls. Vanessa was beginning not to believe this. Peggy set a few dials.
"Okay," Peggy said. I haven't seen that beautiful body of yours for a few days now." Rapidly she stripped off Vanessa's clothes. She ran her hands briefly over Vanessa's breasts, then inched her finger a little way into Vanessa's cunt. After wiggling it around just long enough to tantalize her friend, she dropped her hands, gave a short yell, rather like an Indian, and leapt into the water, clothes and all Vanessa laughed and followed her.
As Peggy paddled around, bouncing off the bottom and pulling off her dungarees and shirt, Vanessa proceeded to the shallow part of the pool and found a bar of soap. She sat up on the edge, soaped herself all over, shampooed' her hair with a tube of shampoo Peggy threw her from a cabinet at the other end, and then jumped in. She was amazed at the speed which the rapidly moving current carried away the suds. Then Peggy lay up on the deck, and Vanessa began washing her. "What happens if your old man comes back now?" she asked Peggy.
"He either joins us or..."
She was interrupted by the door opening above them. "Hi," said Jay. "I thought I'd find you here. Mind if I join you?"
For just an instant, Vanessa felt as though she'd been caught at something. But that feeling rapidly passed. Jay stripped off his clothes and dove in. Ten minutes later all of them were clean, and they paddled in circles in the swirling water. Then Jay got out and turned off the circulator.
Vanessa and Peggy were floating on the surface peacefully. Jay came up under Vanessa and put his arms around her. Realizing that she had nothing to be embarrassed about, Vanessa responded, kissing him on the mouth. Peggy paddled near, and touched Vanessa's leg. She closed her eyes. Suddenly there were four hands on her, buoying her up in the water and running up and down her body. Her sexual instincts flowed to the surface immediately, and she abandoned herself to them, letting her hands drift where they would, caressing Peggy and Jay together.
"Shall we go someplace more comfortable?" Jay suggested.
Without a word, the trio left the pool, dried off, and, still totally naked, proceeded to Peggy's bedroom, which was equipped with an immense water-bed. There, they immediately found themselves intertwined. Vanessa had a feeling that this was a new experience for Peggy and Jay, and she was pretty sure that, in making love to Jay, and in showing him that she really was a woman, she had opened up the possibility for Jay to make love to his own daughter. In fact, she was sure of it, because she remembered Jay muttering at one point the night before that she was the youngest girl he had made love to by quite a few years.
Vanessa and Jay, although they had only spent one night together, had built up a repertoire of movements and stimulations based on an intimate knowledge of each other's bodies. Now Jay and Peggy had to go about building the same thing. They explored each other's bodies all over, while Vanessa alternated between watching and helping. While Jay ate Peggy out, she sucked Jay's cock, or caressed Peggy's nipples. While Peggy sucked Jay's cock, she ate Peggy out. Soon the three of them were locked in a triangle. But passions were building fast. Peggy was rapidly losing control. She was thrashing back and forth on the bed, spreading her cunt with her fingers. Jay plunged into her.
As the fucking started, Peggy reached out for Vanessa and pulled her over till she was seated on Peggy's face, and her eyes were staring into Jay's as he sat up and swung his hips back and forth, stabbing Peggy more deeply with his organ every time. Vanessa and Jay locked in a passionate kiss, and the rhythm sped up. The hours that Peggy had spent with Vanessa, and that Vanessa had spent the night before with Jay, made her into a kind of conduit through which the father and daughter knew each other immediately. Now they made love passionately but carefully, each person controlling himself in order to come with all the rest. Peggy was shoving her tongue deep into Vanessa's cunt, and Vanessa was afraid she would lose control. But suddenly she felt Jay's body begin to sweat, and his movements became ragged and fast. Peggy began to nibble at Vanessa's clit. The water bed rocked back and forth, the currents inside the great plastic bag becoming more complex every moment, returning in waves to push the three of them back and forth, up and down, and creating little surprise movements that tied them together and carried them to greater heights of excitement.
Finally Vanessa began to moan. "I'm corning," she shuddered, as her swollen clit continued to batter Peggy's face. She felt Peggy arch her hips to gobble more of Jay's organ into her, and knew that Peggy's orgasm was on the way too. She grabbed Jay hard, and pulled him to her, burying her tongue in his mouth. She began to suck it as though it were a prick. Jay's balls were smacking hard against Peggy's ass now, and suddenly, from deep within him, there was a stifled cry. Peggy's tongue was working at a machine-gun rate, and it instantly brought Vanessa's orgasm to the surface. Vanessa spread her knees even wider. Then she felt Jay seize her and give a few long, hard strokes. From the quivering of his loins and the heat of his body, she could tell the sperm was rushing out of him in a thick, hot stream. She felt herself going up, as though she were in a balloon. She couldn't tell which end of her was coming-it could have been her mouth as well as her cunt. She knew that Peggy and Jay were having orgasms with their whole bodies; she could feel the tension ripple through all of them, making an infinite number of circles, crossing the boundaries of flesh as though they didn't exist.
Soon the three of them collapsed. Vanessa's mouth wandered down to where Jay's prick was leaving his daughter's cunt. She watched the semen dribbling out, and licked at it, taking in the good clean taste, swallowing it, and licking up more. Peggy groaned with pleasure.
The three of them lay still on the bed for some time without moving. Finally Jay smiled at Peggy. "I never knew," he said, "when we decided to be as liberal with our children as we were with ourselves, that it would end up like this."
Peggy grabbed his arm affectionately. "Neither did I," she said. "But I'm glad it turned out this way. There's no reason that the love between a father and a daughter should be confined to a few bedtime kisses."
"Out of the mouths of babes," Jay said.
"Babes my ass," said Peggy.
"I guess that's true," laughed Jay. "By the way, how's your ass?"
In response, Peggy rolled over, lifted her hips, and spread her cheeks.
"Beautiful," Jay said, and licked her up and down. "Little did I know," he laughed, "when I was first wiping your ass and changing your diapers, that I'd come back to it one day this way. Although I always thought you had a really nice little ass-hole."
Vanessa sat up on the side of the bed. There was a ringing from somewhere. "What's that?" she asked.
"It's the buzzer. That means there's someone downstairs to visit us."
"It might be Hal and John," Vanessa said. "They were going to stop by some time. How do I let them in?"
"There's a black phone on the wall in the foyer," Jay said. "Pick it up and tell the doorman it's all right to let them come up."
Vanessa went out and followed Jay's instructions. Minutes later, she was greeting Hal and John as they stepped off the elevator.
"Hi," said Hal. "What kind of hell are you girls raising here?" he asked.
"Quite a lot," Vanessa said. "Come on in."
They settled down in the living room, and Vanessa, feeling quite at home by this time, poured them drinks. "Peggy's in bed with her old man," Vanessa told them. That seemed to elicit no surprised reactions.
"This is quite a place," said John.
"Yeah," said Vanessa. "Let me show you guys some thing." She took them down to the bathtub-pool.
"Wow " said John. "I want to jump right in."
"Go ahead," said Vanessa. "I'll keep you company if you want." Then she looked at the clock. "It's nearly eight," she observed. "And Peggy's mother is coming home pretty soon."
Hal smiled. "I've seen pictures of Peggy's mother," he said. "I'll tell you what You two go ahead and go swimming, or take a bath, or do whatever you do in that thing, and I'll just sit around and greet the Missus when she comes."
Vanessa smiled. "You should be good at that," she observed.
Hal was. When Vanessa and John emerged from the water half an hour later, Hal was nowhere to be seen, although Peggy and Jay came straggling out of Peggy's bedroom after a time.
"I heard Gina come in," said Jay. "So I can guess where she is."
Vanessa laughed. "You heard her come in," she said, "Now, if you be a little quiet, you can hear her come." She had been hearing tell-tale sounds from Jay and Gina's bedroom for some time. Now she could hear little cries issuing forth from the room, just barely audible under the stream of conversation.
"Oh yeah," Jay said. "This should be good. My wife's a real screamer. Once before we were married she got us arrested because we were fucking in a state park and a trooper heard her coming from about two hundred yards away."
Everyone laughed-but it was true. Gina didn't hold anything back. Soon they heard, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me," coming from the room in a high-pitched, passionate voice. And then "Oh, Oh, OOOH! OOOHI"
They simply sat and listened, and drank their drinks. Suddenly there was quiet. It lasted for about five minutes. "Gina's not finished," Jay explained. "She's never satisfied with just one, I hope she doesn't tear Hal to pieces."
"Hal can handle himself," Vanessa informed him. Soon the whole thing started over again, and the act was repeated. The sounds were somewhat different, but the result was the same.
"Okay," said Jay, after the second act was completed. "That's probably all-although you never can trust that woman. Let's take a gamble and heat up dinner."
"I'll go tell them," said Peggy. She walked over to the door of the room and knocked.
"Come in," said Gina.
Peggy opened the door. Her mother and Hal were sprawled out naked on the bed.
"Well... my profligate daughter," said Gina. "What's up?"
"I've come to tell my profligate mother that we're heating up dinner, so if you want to rip this young stuff off for some more of that good loving, you'd better either hurry up or wait till afterwards."
"I think I'll give him a rest," said Gina. "Besides, I'm about to float away. This guy must have been storing up come for a month." Gina was staring down at her legs, which were covered with the grayish film of semen.
"Go jump in the pool," John yelled from the other room.
Gina thought that was a good idea. She got up. "Does anyone have any secrets from anyone else around here any more?" she asked Peggy.
"I can't see how," Peggy answered.
"Good. Then I won't bother to put on a robe," She wandered out into the living room, naked.
"Hi," John said, looking her up and down. "I'm John."
"Gina," she said. "Hope you don't mind my clothes."
"Beautiful," John said. "If you like I'll come along and help you. I'm a good back washer."
"Well, that's not exactly what I need right now," Gina laughed looking down at herself again...
"I can see that," said John, "but what am I supposed to say-I'm a good cunt-washer?"
"You don't have to say it," Gina said, linking arms with him. "As long as it's true."
Vanessa had to admire the trim lines of Gina's body. Her skin was smooth, her ass firm and round, her breasts large and crowned by brownish nipples, without the least hint of sagging. She had a sort of bounce in her step as she disappeared toward the far end of the house with John.
After dinner, everyone sat around drinking, more or less waiting for something to happen. It was assumed that something would, but no one was in any hurry. After half an hour or so, the hashish came out again. While they were smoking, Hal said, "Is anyone up for having his or her picture taken?"
Gina and Jay looked slightly surprised.
"Here we go again," said Vanessa. She turned to her hosts. "That's not as innocent an invitation as it sounds. You should see the pictures Hal takes."
"Oh, yes," Jay said. "I think I remember Peggy writing me something about your private collection. She said the work was very good."
"Thanks," Hal said to Peggy. "I always like a good word."
Jay was musing about something. "You said your last name was-Winters?"
"Right"
"Your father wouldn't be Rudy Winters, would he?"
"That's right"
"Oh." That seemed to settle something for Jay. "I don't know how good you are," Jay said, "but your old man's a genius."
Hal smiled. "I think he's pretty good."
"Did you know that the museum just bought four of his things?"
"No," said Hal, surprised. "When did this happen?"
"Well, I guess it hasn't happened yet," Jay said "But Gina's on the board of the museum, and they just approved the expenditure yesterday. It's supposed to be in today's paper." They looked through the paper, but found nothing. "I guess it'll be in tomorrow. Anyhow, I know your old man pretty well. Met him last year while he was doing that series on jazz musicians. I've run into him several times, and we were over at your house once. He mentioned that you were going to the same college Peggy would be going to, but I didn't know whether you two would ever meet."
There was a silence for a minute. "Well," Gina said, "now that we've established Hal's credentials, shall we let him take some pictures?"
"Sure," said Jay. 'It should be fun. Where's your stuff?"
Hal disappeared into the hall and retrieved a small attaché case he'd brought with him. It contained three cameras and a few flash attachments.
"Okay," he said, "I only brought five rolls of film, so I don't want to mess around. Everybody take your clothes off."
"My," said Jay, as he began unbuttoning his shirt, "the young man certainly has a tone of authority." He chuckled.
Soon there were five naked bodies littering the living room.
"Okay," said Hal. "This is really a good chance for me, because I've only done individuals, or maybe two people at most, in the past. I want to get a lot of sort of sculpture-like effects with all kinds of limbs going in all directions."
"Maybe that would be better accomplished on a bed," Gina suggested with a smile.
"Glad you said that," grinned Hal.
They all removed to Peggy's room, which had the biggest bed in the house, and dove in.
"Okay," said Hal, "just pretend you're fish swimming in a sea of bodies."
"That shouldn't be too hard," said Gina, making her way through a tangle of limbs.
Vanessa, for the first time, found herself totally lost in flesh. She had a difficult time telling who was who. So she stopped trying. She felt herself being rubbed on the legs, the back, the neck, the face. Somewhere, she heard the click of Hal's camera, and once in a while she saw him at the edges of the group, straining to get into position to take a particularly difficult shot.
Suddenly Vanessa saw a cock about six inches from her face. In the context, it was almost as though she'd found it walking down the street. It didn't seem to belong to anybody, and although if she'd tried she doubtless could have identified it as either John's or Jay's, she decided not to bother. There were so many limbs floating around that she didn't even consciously remember how many males there were and how many females. She took the cock, which was still somewhat limp, in her hand, and then began to nibble on it with her lips, carefully keeping her teeth from it. like some kind of autonomous thing, it began to rise. She watched almost in wonder as she felt the blood coursing into it and making it swell. It was like some kind of plant, growing up out of the tangled jungle of hairs that covered the earth.
So detached was Vanessa feeling that she began to think of the various breasts, cocks, and cunts that floated past her as planets in a strange galaxy, drawn past and against each other by occult forces. She could feel the tension in the body-pile mounting, and realized that various oral-genital couplings were taking place all around. She could see Gina fastening on another cock, and then Peggy placing her head between her mother's legs. She felt a mouth close over her own cunt, and she closed her eyes and drifted away.
The sloshing of the water bed began to take on a definite tempo, which rose slowly. The bodies were rapidly becoming covered with a coating of vaginal juices, saliva and perspiration that made moving through and among them easy. Once in a while there was a change in position. Vanessa saw a free cunt floating past her, and she pulled the cock out of her mouth and pressed it into the opening. There was a slight shifting, and then the fuck had begun, right in front of Vanessa's face. She watched the prick penetrating the tender pink flesh. It made tiny squishing noises. She licked its shaft when it was pulled most of the way out, and then moved her tongue to the clitoris that rode astride it while it was shoved deep in. The gyrations of the flesh were absorbing. Vanessa stared at the stretching, shoving, pulling, spreading, reaching bodies, with the strange feeling that she was watching some kind of mobile abstract art. And yet, automatically it stimulated her own body to rise to greater heights of passion.
Suddenly she was aware that Hal was closing in with his camera. She continued to watch the fuck that continued to go on inches in front of her face. The movements of the hairy crotches seemed blurred, and as she licked them in turn, helping to lubricate the coupling and to shove the participants toward a climax, she was aware that her own face was as much a part of it all as were the genitals before her. The texture of the pussy was so pliant, smooth, yielding- while the cock was so hard and stubborn. As Hal took a few pictures, she was aware that the smooth skin and the regular shapes of her face would help provide a background to the two, linking them together in the picture. Somehow the esthetic pleasure of that thought increased her passion. She was really beginning to learn how to use her mind to make sex better.
By this time the water bed was heaving up and down as though it was in the middle of a hurricane. Before she knew it, Vanessa had a cock up her cunt, and a cunt in her face, and there were warm flowing juices and writhing bodies everywhere. Cries, like the calls of birds-gulls, she thought, as she remembered hearing them on some long forgotten waterfront-issued indiscriminately from the group, making it seem like a flock or herd, or some other kind of animal grouping.
The cock buried in Vanessa's pussy began to penetrate to her deepest depths, and she realized that it must be Hal. The photographing session had to be over. Hal was the only one around with a cock that big. And the pussy in her face-she didn't know it, so it had to be Gina. It was nice. While Peggy's inner cunt-lips were a pure, bright pink, Gina's were decked with an earthy brown. They were full, like Peggy's, and squished around liberally on Vanessa's face, massaging her nose, eyes, and mouth. Gina's ass-hole opened as she squatted to spread herself completely over Vanessa's face, and Vanessa dug her tongue into it. It was surprisingly loose, and Vanessa wondered briefly whether Gina had spent a lot of time being fucked in the ass. She seemed to get an answer when the entry of her tongue into that hole produced a violent reaction above her. Soon her whole tongue was buried in Gina's ass, the cheeks of it bouncing on her own cheeks, and she moved her finger up to pummel Gina's clit as the wild ride went on.
Vanessa had no direct idea of what was going on with the others in the body pile, but from the movement of the bed she knew that something was reaching a climax. Gina's cunt was flowing generously with the thick secretions of womanhood, which ran down Vanessa's face and along her neck. Since everybody was really fucking everybody else everywhere, lubrication was needed everywhere. Vanessa felt legs and arms rubbing against her own body at a dozen different points, and everyone of them added to the total sensation. Now it was building up, and reaching a pitch that had to break soon in an orgasm.
From above Vanessa, there was a piercing cry. It penetrated to her very womb, and from there waves of her own orgasm rolled forth. It was like an instantaneous chain reaction. There was complete chaos in the bed. Vanessa's orgasm started-and just kept on going. Hal's cock was suddenly gone, but something else-whether it was a finger, a tongue, or another cock, she didn't know-took its place, and she just kept on coming. Soon she was thrashing around, rubbing every part of her on every part of someone else. Her whole body seemed to be one big cunt; every inch of it was susceptible to the most intense feelings of stimulation, as she felt completely turned inside out in her passion.
After a time, very slowly, things subsided. It was like the tide going out. A cool breeze from an open window blew across the drenched bodies, for the first time making some difference in the intense but not uncomfortable heat that had enveloped them.
Afterwards, they all took a bath together. It was a wonderful feeling to be so completely open to one another, as they soaped and washed each other everywhere in the swirling currents of the water. They felt like one immense family.
Afterward, they wound down somewhat in a long, rambling conversation. They took a walk in the park, watching the bare trees tossing in the winds of the coming winter. There was an invisible web of trust and understanding binding them all together. Vanessa couldn't help but think that the center of it was that first night she had spent with Jay. Somehow that had changed a lot of things for her. She had to sort them all out. But that would take time.
The next night, they went to the Club Hawaii for Jay's opening. When Vanessa got there, she knew why Jay had so much money. There was a ten dollar per person cover charge-not for them, of course-and very expensive food and drinks, with seven or eight different waiters for different courses. They listened to the music, relaxed, talked small talk. The next morning, Jay drove them to the airport. They took a plane to Boston, and a limousine back to school Thanksgiving weekend was over. Vanessa had to admit that it had been quite an experience.