Chapter 14
The night was a grand one, but I began it by smarting considerably under the double blows dealt me by Pietro. Not only had he taken away my position as leader, he was now taking my girl, my favorite, my beloved Sofia.
But I wouldn't let such things destroy my ability to enjoy the orgy.
We began, as usual, with wine. We drank the cool wine with the special herbs and the vodka, although we didn't really need it to heighten our desire, our brooding lust. We were so horny by that time that we would have fucked the bunghole in the wine barrel with intense pleasure.
Everybody was gay and this gaiety was infectious. By the time I had drunk my second goblet of wine and Mark and Charlie had brought out the dildos and whips, I was in a roaring good mood. I slipped across the floor and grabbed happy, sparkling Lila. Next to Sofia, she was my favorite. So were Tonia and Carla and Beth and just about any of the others. But that night it would be Lila.
She was full of energy and sexual ardor and, when I put my hand around her shoulder and cupped a naked, hanging breast, she quivered against me and pressed her groin into mine. I slipped my cock between her ready thighs and found them already flowing with juice from her cunt. I had full intentions of just throwing her on the nearest cot and fucking her until we were both exhausted, but Lila had other ideas. She had developed a great love for the dildo and, even while I tried to jam my cock up into her from a standing position, she was laughing happily and strapping on one of the twelve-inch monsters with the pink head.
Whips began to crack in the air and one caught me across the back and I yelled in pain and ecstasy. I was still trying to effect an entry in Lila's vivacious cunt and the whiplash only spurred me on. I didn't make it, however.
Up at the end of the room was Pietro. He had Sofia leaning over the table and he was tying her hands and legs, the way he had tied Marella during one of our first orgies. We would all have to save our energies and pay homage to her, a task which I didn't mind at all, a duty I was happy to discharge.
"Come," Pietro shouted when Sofia was tied in . place. "Pay homage to your new queen."
We lined up behind Sofia's gleaming buttocks and moved forward one by one. Some shoved their cocks into her hanging pussy; others into her tiny little anus. The girls either stabbed her with a big dildos, or knelt on the rough floor to game her ass and cunt.
My turn came and I stepped up to Sofia and did not have to pretend that she was Marella. For some strange reason, she had become the embodiment of that sweet Sicilian Amazon and I felt a great love pouring out for her. It was with the highest of pleasures that I prodded her juicy cunt with my cockhead and then slid into her until my groin was pressed tightly against her hot buttocks. I leaned over her warm body and found her big, hanging breasts. My hands slid beneath them and brought the distended nipples away from the rough boards of the table. Sofia squealed softly as I began a slow stroking motion and squeezed her tits harder and harder.
God, to be able to stand there and fuck her to climax! God, what sweet pleasure, what marvelous luck!
But Pietro's whip ended the session all too soon and I pulled my prick out of Sofia's soft, squishy, flowing cunt to let the next man take my place.
Lila was waiting for me and we literally ran through a field of flying whips to a cot. I fell across the cot and Lila prodded my buttocks apart with the dildo. She spread grease on the head from her pussy and then started it into my body. Her tits flattened comfortably and sensuously against my back and her small, cool hands slipped around my hips to find my raging cock.
She jerked me slowly, soothingly, as she slid the big dildo deeper and deeper into my ass.
When she was finished, I knew, I would cling to her slender hips and eat her until she came in my mouth. Then, if nature was good to me, I would raise another erection and fuck her to another climax. With luck, the orgy would go on all night long. I willed it to be that way.
I also willed something else to be; I willed it to be so that Sofia would once again be mine. Pietro had elevated her in my mind--and in my heart--so that now she was a most precious thing to me. I had not valued her properly when she was all mine, but now I did.
All the love and yearning for Marella was transferred to Sofia now and she was the true queen.
My love for her was keen and painful and, while Lila bottom-fucked me with the dildo and jerked more lavishly on my hungry cock, I began to pretend that it was Sofia who was doing such marvelous things to me.
In that moment, a part of my mind decided that some day soon I would have to carry out the plan against Pietro.
The king had to die.
My lust for Sofia and all the members of the Jilkes Monarchy was too great to allow him to rule.
But for tonight, I put aside all plans and plots and jealousies and succumbed to the murderous pleasures of pretty little Lila, from Kent State, and her mammoth dildo and flashing hands.