Chapter 12
Summer came and brought strawberries, rhubarb, lettuce and legions of mosquitoes, crickets, frogs and flies. The commune was a happy one because Marella seemed to thrive on the new life that was bursting from the earth. We had orgies once a week now, on Saturdays so we could rest up the next day before going back to our difficult labors in the fields and orchard.
Jimmie, from Oberlin College, had found a new spring high on the hill above our Great-house and we dug an irrigation ditch down the hill to the fields. The spring ran well and we had plenty of water for our crops now. That had been a problem in the past because the creek near our settlement was too far from the distant fields to do any good, and rain was infrequent. But the hill was like a vast reservoir of life-giving water and we were grateful for the spring.
Our orgies were fabulous. We were old hands with the whips and dildos now and I knew our group would never return to the days of inhibited sex that had ruled before Pietro and Marella came. By many standards, we hadn't been inhibited at all. There were many people--our families included--who thought of us as being depraved. Living in sin, they said. We were the lost children of the communes who lived without regard to family or marital faith. This wasn't true: we had no families yet and none of us were married.
But we had left all that behind us and peace reigned in the valley, along with our new attitude on sex. Pietro and Marella ruled as our king and queen and, in time, we knew we would someday become a small but secure kingdom in the midst of the mighty republic called America. That was our goal now. That and a fuller enjoyment of sex.
We no longer entertained thoughts of getting rid of Pietro. Disposing of him would be the end of our kingdom because Marella would not stay and we knew it. With her, he was good and tender and we knew she loved him--as he loved her. In fact, I don't think any man ever loved a woman more than Pietro loved his Marella. The only difficulty seemed to be that we all loved her almost equally. The girls in our commune loved Marella with a deep passion and they gazed at her with total adoration each time she came out of the small cottage.
We had one blaster of an orgy in early June that established Marella as the indisputable queen of the world. She showed up in the Great-house wearing a black leather suit, skin tight over her magnificent body. She had high leather boots, polished to a brilliant sheen, and she carried a short, lethal-looking rhinoceros whip.
Marella stood at the head of the room near the big pot-bellied stove and we each filed past her to take a gripping lash from her whip. When she was through with the beatings on us, we each took the wicked whip and administered a single blow on her skin-tight suit. She was in a lather of passion when we finished and Pietro completed her readiness by holding a large cake of ice from our underground icehouse to her cunt for a full ten minutes.
When he took the ice away, Marella was writhing in passion, ready to climax. She took only four cocks--mine was not among them--before she screamed and nearly burst our eardrums. She had come quickly that night--the ice apparently did the trick.
Virtually all extracurricular sex ceased in the Great-house during that spring and summer. The weekly orgies were sufficient and we had little energy left over for nightly rolls in the cots. Yet, we still had a high degree of lust in our systems and, occasionally, one of the guys would bend a girl over in the fields and fuck her from behind. And. occasionally we would find a couple of the girls in the orchard, dramatically locked in a sixty-nine position, sucking each other off.
It was in late June that a most wonderful thing happened between me and Marella. Although our queen spent most of her time in the small cottage, she came out each afternoon when the sun was hottest and sunbathed in the nude behind the cottage. The rest of us stayed clear of that area during her sun-bathing sessions, because we knew she wanted privacy, that she wasn't interested in sex.
Or so we thought.
On the 26th of June, however, Pietro got on his big motorcycle and roared off down the valley. He was going to the thy to buy some things for Marella, things we couldn't provide on the farm. The girl had a fondness for smoked oysters, shrimp, crab and al-most all other shelled seafood. Pietro had made many trips to the city for these, but nothing of note had happened during his trips.
This time, I had legitimate business at the Great-house, to repair a leak that had sprung out over three of our cots. I took materials from the little shed near the outhouse, got a hammer and some nails and went up the ladder behind the Great-house to fix the roof. While I worked, I glanced occasionally at the small cottage, hoping to see Marella. She was much on my mind of late.
Sure enough, she came out of the, house and set up a small cot in a clearing behind the cottage. She was wearing the full, flowered kimono. I sat on the roof and watched while she set up her cot, then took off the kimono. She was brown from her sunbathing, but there was a strange paleness that crept through the tan and gave her skin a luminous appearance. It enhanced her natural beauty, but it worried me be-cause it was an unnatural look.
She lay on the cot and I forced my eyes away from her and to my work. I hammered in a few nails and couldn't resist turning to look down at her. She was lying on her stomach, with the upper part of her body raised on her elbows. She was looking up at me and I stared at her great hanging breasts, her gleaming brown buttocks, her wide, sensuous eyes.
"Come down, Ronnie," she said. "Come down. Talk to me."
I looked out over the valley, half expecting to see a trail of yellow dust from Pietro's motorcycle. He had been gone only a few minutes and I knew he wouldn't be back for at least an hour, but it was just my luck that he would have forgotten something and would return, in this great moment of opportunity, to get it. But there was no plume of dust; there was only the quiet, green, peaceful valley. And all the others in the Jilkes Group were far down in the fields, working.
I lost no time skittering down the ladder and going across to the yard of the cottage. Marella turned to her side and looked up at me. Tier wide hips were inviting and delicious in the sun and I couldn't help staring at the black thatch of her pube.
"You want me very much, don't you?" she said. "Very much. Always."
"Do you think you could make me come?"
"That depends on you," I said. "I can sure as hell give it all I've got."
"Sometimes," she said, a grim smile crossing her pretty face, "I can reach the climax easily. Other times, it seems never to come. I feel that it will come more quickly now, here with you, alone."
The sun was hot and I always get horny in the hot sun. The heat on my skin and the warm sweat pouring down my body seems to enhance my sexual propensities, I don't know why. I felt it then, standing beside the beautiful Sicilian Amazon, looking down at her full breasts that lay crushed together, at her rich pube thick with curly hair, at her wide hips and her full mouth and softly-shining black eyes. I got a hard-on even before my pants were down.
I stripped quickly and dropped my clothes over the top of a bush. Marella looked up at me, at the rigid pole in my center, and her lips parted sensually. I wondered idly if the cot would hold us both, especially when the action got hot, but figured the hell with it. If it broke, it broke. I would just have to be careful not to let such a minor problem destroy the rhythm.
But Marella apparently didn't want to fuck on the cot. She wanted to be dose to Mother Earth. She got up and took my hand and led me into the woods. We came out on a small clearing halfway up the hill. The grass was high and soft and we fell into it and embraced. I folded her big body into my arms and felt her hot breasts against me. My leg slipped between her thighs and I brought it up until my skin was touching her crisp pube. She was wet and flowing, ready for a fuck in the afternoon sun.
Marella's big soft hands slid down between us. One clasped my cock and the other cupped my balls. She kissed me and that magical tongue flashed into my mouth. I locked it with mine and we rolled over and over on the soft grass, feeling the rich warmth of the sun on our bodies. I could smell the muskiness of her excited cunt and I slipped my hand into her mound of hair and found the wide, slippery slit. I pressed in two fingers and her cunt muscles tightened against them. She began to breathe heavily and her body pressed tighter against me. We were locked together there, our hands and mouths exploring, feeling, building up passion.
I shifted my middle finger from her cunt and explored the region between her legs. I found her little anus and poked in the middle finger. I slid both fingers in, one in her cunt, one in her ass, and pressed them tightly until they were in all the way.
"How will you take me?" she asked, cryptically. "Anyway you like," I replied.
"The normal way?"
"If you want it that way."
"Take me all ways," she said. "Wait for me to come."
That was not an easy order, but I proceeded. I turned her to her stomach and lifted the heavy buttocks until they were gleaming before me in the bright sun. I knelt behind her and touched her swollen little anus with the tip of my cock. She gasped and moved back against me. I moved my cock up and down in her cunt slit to gain lubrication, then plunged it slowly and almost painfully into her ass. She bucked around on the grass, but didn't try to pull away. I sank in all the way and felt her soft buttocks against my groin. I stroked her three times, slowly, one and two and three and . . .
I pulled out and quickly found her cunt-mouth and entered her deep, tight, quivering pussy. She moved rapidly against me, trying to get me to begin fucking her quickly, but I controlled her flashing hips with my hands and took the prescribed three slow strokes, one and two and three and . . .
She was raging now. She was more than ready. But I didn't want a repeat of that night of the whipping in the moonlight when, after all that buildup, I had failed to satisfy her. But no man could have satisfied her alone that night. Perhaps today would be different, but I was taking no chances.
I pulled out of her cunt just as quickly as I entered it. I spun her around on the grass, on her back, and leaped across her body. I laid my wet, slippery cock between her big breasts and squeezed the breasts together until my cock was completely buried. I took the three strokes there.
I moved next to each armpit, fucking each with the three slow strokes. Then to her mouth where she took me hungrily and began to lave my cockhead with her rapid tongue. I plunged as deeply as I dared, three times, slowly, then pulled out and sat on the grass beside her.
"Don't stop now," she said. "Make me come; Ronnie. Make love to me."
I knew I had to give my cock a rest or it would explode in midair. But I couldn't let the girl rest. If she didn't have constant attention, her juices would subside and I'd never be able to bring her to climax. I lay flat on the grass between her legs, with my cock flat against the soft grass out of her reach. I spread her legs and kissed the moisture from the insides of her thighs. I licked the soft skin until it began to dry in the hot sun.
Then, with a quick and sudden motion, I plunged my face into her pussy. She lurched beneath me and cried for cock, but I plunged my tongue into her pussy and found her clitoris. I snaked it from its tiny lair with the tip of my tongue and felt it erect from my caresses. She moaned and rolled on the grass, but I didn't let up. If she needed a lot to get her aroused to fever pitch, I would give her a lot. But I needed nothing more. I was ready to come into the grass as it was.
I ate her for a long time and brought her to a point which I considered to be one step from total insanity. She was literally screaming for cock now and I was half afraid they would hear her screams clear down in the fields.
But what the hell--what if they did?
I worked for ten more minutes on that flowing, juicy cunt. Never in my life had I spent more time preparing a girl for a fucking. I wished for one of the dildos or a whip to enhance her chances of an early come, but I knew they would only bring me to climax sooner. But I was so certain of failing that I knew the dildo was the only alternative.
I leaped from the grass and said I'd be right back. She called out after me, but I went to the small cottage, snatched a huge dildo from her footlocker and rushed back up the hill. I stopped at Jimmie's spring and filled the bulb with icy cold water. Now, I was ready.
There was only one problem. I intended to use the dildo on her first, to get her to the greatest pitch of passion, then fuck her with my own cock to the conclusion. But, as I strapped on the dildo, I knew that my own cock would be in the way. It would take a hell of a beating in the grass. I could put it in her backside, but that would only make me come sooner.
In a burst of inspiration, I snatched up my discarded T-shirt and tied my stiff prick to my leg. It resisted the unnatural stretching, but I was doing this for its own good. Marella was still rolling on the grass, panting and begging for a fucking, when I was ready.
I knelt between her heavy thighs and prodded her wet cunt-mouth with the dildo. I shoved in the big pinkish knob and she squealed with pleasure. Then, slowly, I rammed the whole twelve inches into her snatch and watched as her dark eyes flashed with pleasure.
It was a strange sensation, fucking her with my cock tied to my leg. I imagined this must be the feeling that women get when they use a dildo on another woman, but I would never know that feeling--not precisely. For one thing, I didn't have a big set of tits to rub against the woman. But I rubbed my flat chest against Marella's breasts and the feeling was certainly rich and rewarding enough.
I counted the strokes and gauged the intensity of her passion. She was the next thing to a roaring maniac when I slipped my hand down to release the knot in the T-shirt. My cock jerked free of my leg and, without missing more than two strokes, I pulled out the dildo and shoved my cock into her cunt.
She was free and loose at first, but the muscles quickly tightened against my shaft and I was fucking her hard. The dildo. was between our bellies now, flopping up and down like an axe handle. I got around it by arching my spine and bringing my crotch up close to her crotch. I slammed into her cunt with all the power in my back, and she responded with a wicked battering, up from the ground to meet my powerful lunges.
In a strange way the big dildo enhanced the act. The big, wet, slippery instrument, covered with her cunt juices, flopped between us and bobbled against her jiggling breasts. If I brought my chest down, I could embed it between her flattened breasts like a second cock. She felt it and responded by screaming out for me to fuck harder and harder.
I did. I gave it all I had. I had never given a woman such a brutal fucking and I was convinced that we would both end up in the hospital with multiple fractures.
But it was only good. I took long but rapid strokes in her cunt and she squeezed tightly and we built up a sexual heat that would have ignited wet wood. The sun blazed relentlessly on my back, still smarting from the last orgy in which I had been beaten repeatedly with the rhinoceros whip, but it only added to my sexual ardor. Marella felt the sun, too, on her legs that wrapped around me, on her arms that held my bobbing shoulders and on her breasts each time I rose from her body.
Her dark eyes were open and gazing at the blue sky. Her dark hair fell across the grass and her heavy body, under my powerful strokes, actually moved the hillside. The slapping sounds of our bodies drifted out over the peaceful valleys and some birds stopped singing, listening to that strange sound they had not heard in the valley before. In their way, though, birds are also noisy in their lovemaking.
The climax was fantastic--far better than I had expected it to be. When the deep, secret fluids of passion bubbled and exploded from my cock, Marella gave out a desperate yell and began to climax in a rocking, rolling, convulsing earthquake.
She came at the precise moment the first spurt of spunk roared into her cunt.
And she kept on coming.
And then we lay together on the grass with the big dildo crushed into our bodies. Marella was weak and pale then and I lay very still. Her suntan seemed to have disappeared and her face reminded me of the face I had seen in the cottage window months before, in the early spring.
I was frightened, but I didn't let on that I noticed. She panted for a long time and then was silent, her great body inert on the grass beneath me. I withdrew in an effluent of our mixed juices and lay on my back looking up' at the blazing sun.
"Bene," she said at length, "Motto bene, very, very good."
It was very difficult fixing the roof then. I reluctantly left Marella on the hillside, at her insistence, and went back up the ladder to put new shingles into place. I tore away the old rotted shingles and kept glancing over my shoulder to see if Marella had come down from the hill. She was still there when I finished. I put away the ladder and the tools and went up the hill to find her. She was gone.
I searched the hill for a long time, but didn't find her. An hour later, when Pietro was due home at any minute, I was virtually in a state of panic. And then Marella came down through the trees, still naked. She nodded and smiled with that pale, wan smile, and went into the cottage. I said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Life went on as usual and we still had our Saturday night orgies. But they were different. By the end of July, Marella seemed listless and indifferent. One Saturday night, just before August came into being, we had a difficult orgy in which everyone but Marella seemed to gain satisfaction. Every man in the room lined up to fuck her, without success. Every woman lined up to suck her lovely pussy, but she didn't climax. The orgy finally ended with everyone having a second climax under the whips, but Marella just sat on a cot and watched.
Then, at the next planned orgy, a Saturday night toward the middle of August, Pietro and Marella didn't come to the Great-house at all. We waited for an hour after the usual time and everybody insisted that I go to the cottage to find out if something might be wrong. I went, but I didn't want to go.
Pietro answered the door and he looked worried and sad. I peered past him, but couldn't see Marella. There was a big mosquito netting around their bed one of the purchases Pietro had made in town--and I couldn't tell if Marella was in bed or not.
"We're waiting for you," I said cheerfully. "Aren't you up to it tonight. He tried to smile and failed.
"Not tonight. Perhaps we come next Saturday night. You go ahead without us. Enjoy yourselves."
He went into the cottage and brought out a handful of whips and three dildos.
"Take these. They will help. We stay home tonight."
He closed the door then and I hadn't learned a thing. I went back to the Great-house and Sofia met me at the door. She was worried.
"I don't know what's wrong," I said. "They just don't feel like an orgy tonight."
"Neither do the rest of us," Sofia said.
I knew that all the members of the group had noticed Marella's paleness and had been bothered by it. They could not fail to have noticed the fact that it took longer and longer to bring the big sensuous girl to climax--and that she had not climaxed at all the previous week. But I decided it would do no good to stand around all night, so I opened the big wine barrel and began filling the wooden goblets.
Nobody wanted to drink, but I encouraged them to drink a goblet of wine. After the first, I filled the goblets again and, before long, people were coming back for thirds. And not long after that, I heard Lila, from Kent State, let out a happy giggle. She spilled her wine on the floor and leaned over to take Mark's already erect cock into her mouth.
The orgy was beginning.
It was not our most successful party, but it was a good one nonetheless. I was lonesome for Sofia, who was still my favorite next to Marella, so I pulled her down onto my cot and, while I swigged from the goblet to erase my worries over that beautiful Sicilian Amazon, we worked up a pretty good passion.
"I know you love Marella," Sofia said as she kissed my bare chest and rubbed her crotch against my erect prick, "but I can't blame you. We all do."
"Yes," I sighed. "I guess we all do."
"Let's not worry about her, though. She's just tired out."
"I suppose so."
"A rest of a few weeks will make her as good as new," Sofia said without much conviction.
"Sure."
And then we did our best to put Marella out of our minds. I took Sofia into my arms, put down the goblet of wine and kissed her with as much passion as I and the wine could produce.
It was sufficient.
Sofia became highly animated and, after we had rolled around on the cot for a while, she got up and put on one of the dildos. She came back to me and, after juicing up the head of the dildo from her own cunt fluids, she spread my buttocks and began probing there with the dildo.
She jerked me off softly while she pressed with the big instrument and, pretty soon, I was ready. She fucked me gently at first, then felt a surge of passion. She fucked harder ,and jerked me off until I was ready to come. Just before my climax, Lila moved swiftly across the floor and began to lash us both with a whip. She looked comical standing there with a dildo strapped to her thighs while she laughingly beat us with the whip.
I took two good lashes across the buttocks as I was coming onto the cot; and then Sofia and Lila fell into a Lesbian embrace beside me. The dildo came out of me and went into Lila's mouth. She licked it clean.
The others were reaching a fever pitch in the room, thanks to the wine, and I watched with great curiosity as the members of my group enjoyed our first real orgy without Pietro and Marella. I got up and filled my goblet again and proceeded to get very drunk. The last thing I remember that night was getting a second erection along toward midnight and sitting on the table while all the members of my group, one after the other, came up to suck my cock to the count of three: one and two and three and . . .
I remember coming forcefully into David's mouth with his flowing beard all around my genitals. He missed some and the last spurt shot into his beard and he just knelt there grinning with the pearly spunk glistening in the mellow lamplight. I went out then.
I slept like the dead and didn't wake up until past ten o'clock Sunday morning. The others were up and the girls were fixing a breakfast of pancakes, ham, eggs and plenty of maple syrup from our own trees.
"Welcome back to the world," Sofia said. She handed me a glass of tomato juice made from our own garden the year before.
"Thanks," I said dryly. "I'm not sure I'm happy to be back to the world. I feel like hell."
"You had too much wine. There's vodka in the tomato juice. That should remove all the cockles."
I groaned. "Not even an atomic bomb could blow away this hangover. Even breakfast smells disgusting."
"Speaking of breakfast, do you think we should take something to the small cottage for our friends?"
"Sure. They have to eat. And the way Marella's been looking lately, she should have everything she can get."
Sofia moved away and prepared a tray for Pietro and Marella. I lay back on the cot and watched the members of my group as they aroused from drunken sleep while others prepared the breakfast. My head throbbed and my body ached, but the overriding concern was for Marella. Sofia left with a heaping tray of food and I got up to fix another glass of tomato juice and vodka.
I was just finishing that second drink and beginning to feel half human when Sofia came in, wide-eyed, and plunged me back into the depths of my hangover.
"They're gone," she shouted. "Both of them are gone. So is Pietro's motorcycle."
We checked and Sofia was right. The big Sicilian motorcycle rider and his beautiful, enchanting partner was no longer in the Jilkes Group commune.
It was a very sad day for us all.