Chapter 8
And it did begin.
It had been a long time since I had made love to Sofia, so I headed in her direction. Pietro stopped us all.
"This will be an organized affair," he said. "You all have much to learn."
He passed out the dildos to six of the girls while the rest of us watched, curious. Then, he gave the other six girls whips, kept one himself and gave whips to seven of the boys.
"There will be no humping in the conventional sense," he said. "While Marella is busy with Lila, the rest of us will be busy learning."
He instructed Allison, Mary, June, Beth, Carla and Sofia on how to put on the dildos. When they were in place, he lined them up against the wall. They looked strange--and strangely satisfied--with the huge dark dildos protruding from their groins. Pietro selected Wayne, the big fullback from Purdue, as his partner; then he paired the rest of us off-in a most unusual fashion.
Ken, Toodles, J. C., Allan, Jimmy and I were to be partners to the girls with the dildos. David and Doug were to be partners, as well as Mark and Dan and Mike and Charlie. This left Marianne for Tonia and Ludith for Kath.
There was to be no normal humping, as he said, but we didn't know yet what he had in mind.
Then he told us. The girls could use the dildos on the men, but the men couldn't screw the girls. When the girls were through with the dildos, they could enter a sixty-nine arrangement with their partners, but nothing else. Whips were to be used indiscriminately before any sex and, when one couple was finished with a whip, another could have it.
The men partnered with men could do only two things: bottom-fuck or suck. As for himself, Pietro said, he was going to do everything humanly possible to and with the big fullback Wayne. Girls partnered with girls could either suck each other off, or they could try to reach climax by rubbing their cunts together.
At first, we were terribly disappointed in the weird arrangement. We couldn't for the life of us see how we could have a successful orgy with such pairing off, and with such stringent rules. I felt lucky in one way: I was paired with Sofia and, even though I couldn't dip my prick into that sweet and flowing pussy, I would at least have female flesh to handle, big breasts to suck.
We started.
I watched Ludith and Carla, on the cot next to me, as they began slowly, unsure of themselves. Carla kissed Ludith's big Saxon tits for a while and then they locked in a sixty-nine embrace and I heard them slurping at each' other's snatches. They seemed happy. On the other side, Mark and Dan were trying to figure out who was to do what to whom, but they must have worked it out because I soon heard them groaning and yelling in a kind of ecstasy. Later, when I looked up, Dan had his cock buried up Mark's backside and was jerking him off to boot.
Sofia didn't have the slightest idea of what to do with the dildo, but I knew there was only one thing she could do. We wrestled on the bed for a bit and I slid my cock up between her wet thighs, just beneath the dildo. The big instrument poked into my stomach and, if it weren't for Sofia' big knockers, I would have sworn I was making love to a man: We kissed; and then I slid down her body to lave her breasts and nipples with my tongue. I pushed the dildo aside and moved my face up into her crotch. She spread her legs and the lips of her cunt opened wide. I plunged in with mouth and tongue and she bucked on the bed under my oral assault.
Over on the other side of the room, Marella had Lila locked 'in a tight feminine embrace and the two girls were eating each other with tremendous gusto. Lila loved it and she squealed and moaned so loudly that it was difficult to hear the other sounds of plea-sure in the Great-house. I raised up to watch and held a secret wish to be in that sack with Marella. I would eat her in the backside just to be close to her--she affected me that much.
But to the delicious task at hand.
Sofia slipped my cock into her mouth and her mouth seemed to have grown bigger in past months. She took half my shaft into it and I felt the soft tip nudging the slippery back of her throat. She twisted her head from side to side and worked my cock deeper and deeper until I was afraid I would cut off her wind. But it didn't seem to faze her; she went after me hungrily and soon began a kind of fucking motion with her throat.
And then it hit me.
A whiplash cracked over my buttocks and I raised up to see Pietro standing above me. He looked angry, but he smiled and said; "That's considered normal humping."
Jesus, since when was a sixty-nine job normal? But I had to play by his rules, so I reluctantly withdrew my sopping cock from Sofia's mouth and set about teaching her what to do with the dildo. I was putting it off as long as I could because I knew it would hurt like hell. But I couldn't put it off any longer.
I wanted to take the dildo off her wide hips and dip the pinkish head in her pussy to moisten it for the entry in my backside, but I figured that would only bring me another lash from Pietro's whip. I looked across the room and saw that Allison was already pushing her dildo up Ken's ass and I thought about yelling across to see how they managed it. But I decided to use my own ingenuity.
I dipped my fingers in Sofia's hot twat and spread the slippery liquid on the head of the dildo. When I had it greased up good, I bent over the edge of the cot and spread my own buttocks for Sofia to effect an entry. She stood trembling beside the cot and moved the big dildo up until its cold nose nuzzled my anus.
"Okay, sweets," I said. "Now start pushing. Gently. Ever so gently."
She moved forward and the moisture from her pussy didn't seem to help. It felt as though she were trying to push a piece of rough sandstone into me. But she worked it from side to side and I felt the big pink knob slip into me. The pain tore through my whole body and I was ready to rip away from the torture device and say to hell with the whole deal.
Then, Sofia leaned forward and pressed her big tits into my back. Her hands slipped around my hips and grasped my eager cock and balls. She slid her soft fingers up and down my shaft and I felt the strong impulses of ecstasy ripple up through me. I no longer felt the pain of the dildo. While Sofia jerked me softly, gently, she moved the dildo forward.
It came like a ramrod into my body and my body alternated between extreme pain and extreme ecstasy. The soft hands kept stroking my cock and the dildo moved inexorably deeper into my bowels. Finally, she was all the way in and I felt her hot groin against my buttocks. She pressed tighter and fell across my back. Her breasts flattened against me and I felt the nipples hard and distinct against my skin. Her hands worked faster on my prick.
The idea, I knew, was to bring the victim to climax with other means and then the dildo would serve its purpose. I couldn't imagine getting any sexual satisfaction from a twelve-inch dildo jammed up by butt, but I was proved wrong. As Sofia jerked me off more furiously and as my passion rose, the dildo suddenly became a friendly intruder. I felt it stroking the sensitive parts of my body, deep inside, and I felt sexual responses in those areas. Before long, the dildo felt better to me than Sofia's hands on my cock.
"Harder, baby, harder," I cried.
She began to jerk me harder.
"Not with the hands," I corrected her. "With the dildo."
She was surprised and, for a moment, she did nothing. Then she began to fuck me with the dildo and, as she did, her own passion rose and she began to pant and sweat against me. I felt her breasts bobbing up and down on my back, her groin flashing rapidly into my soft buttocks. She was fucking hard now and the big instrument moved swiftly and smoothly in and out of me.
There was no pain at all now. Sofia picked up a good, steady rhythm and it was a pleasure to have her hard groin crunch into my ass with each inward stroke of the dildo. I forgot all about her hands on my prick and concentrated all my enjoyment on the big artificial cock jammed tightly in my ass.
When I felt myself coming, I called out; "Squeeze the bulb, Sofia. Squeeze it with your thighs."
She was slow in responding and it was just as well. She brought her legs together and, while still hammering away at me with the dildo, she pressed the bulb. The hot liquid shot into me just as my own hot liquid spurted from the head of my cock. It rolled down over her hands after the first few spurts shot out onto the cot. The liquid inside me seemed to roll and rumble about and I felt a fantastic sense of sexual release, of pleasure, of insane delight.
I thought it was all over for both of us. Sofia lay on top of me on the cot' and she was panting so hard that I thought she had come, for some strange, unfathomable reason. We lay together for a long time and then she said; "Ronnie, you have to make me come. I didn't come."
"How am I going to do that? Everything I try he calls normal."
She moved her hands to the straps of the dildo and started to unbuckle them.
"Use this on me."
"Use it where?"
"In my cunt."
It seemed an abnormal arrangement, so I took the dildo from her, wiped it on a towel I found under the cot, and strapped it around me. My own cock was soft and wet. It hung forlornly beneath the powerful dil do, finished for a time. I stood up and looked down at the great dildo. Jesus, I thought, if my own prick were this big, I could just lean over and suck it myself. Wild dream!
Sofia was gazing hungrily at the dildo now. She lay back on the cot and spread her legs. Her hands came down to her pube and she spread the cunt-hairs and the lips of her pussy until a large and inviting target awaited the dildo. I wished that I could shove my own sensitive and all-feeling cock into that nest, but my cock was no longer interested. It was dead from the bizarre whacking off.
I knelt between Sofia's legs and moved the pink head of the dildo up and down the slit of her pussy. When the head was dripping with moisture, I held it in the air. and looked at it. It was so close to my mouth that I couldn't resist the urge to bend over and kiss the tip. Then, seeing that this was an easy make, I slid the head into my mouth and licked off Sofia's cunt juices.
"Now you've done it," Sofia cried. "Now, you've sucked off all the lubricant."
I took the dildo out of my mouth and grinned at her. I pointed the dildo toward her still-flowing pussy and said; "There's plenty more, baby. Plenty, plenty more."
To prove it, I nestled the big head of the dildo in her cunt-mouth and moved it up and down. When it was well juiced, I leaned forward and started into her with it. She gasped and rolled from side to side on the cot, trying to escape the coming assault.
"Take it real slow," she said. "I'm not big enough for that thing."
"You're bigger than you think, sweets," I said. I lunged forward an inch and the knob disappeared inside her pussy.
"Oh," she cried. "Oh my god, it's big."
"You haven't seen anything yet."
I moved forward and plunged another two inches into her stretching snatch. She screamed, but I took a kind of wild, erotic pleasure out of that scream and out of the way her cunt looked stretched and about to break. I leaned back and looked down at the place where the big shaft entered her cunt and saw the stretched flesh almost white beneath the curls of her pubic hairs. The sight affected me so much that I began to erect. This surprised me. I hadn't believed I had another erection in me, at least not for a week.
While I had been involved with Sofia and while she was whacking me off and stabbing me with the dildo,-I had been practically oblivious to the other activities in the big room. Now they came to me in the sharp, sudden cracks of whips, the quick, gasping squeals of the girls and the hoarse, pained grunts of. the men. I looked around.
Impossible as it seemed, there were not two couples doing the same thing as the next couple. It was uncanny how the Jilkes Group caught on so quickly to the world of erotica, as introduced by Pietro and Marella--and as learned from Marella's insane father, the Sicilian count.
But there they were. While Pietro bottom-fucked Wayne and Marella maintained her sixty-nine grip on Lila, Allison and Ken were locked with a dildo; Toodles had the dildo up Mary's snatch, from be-hind, and his own cock in her anus; J. C. was sucking June's dildo while finger-fucking her; Allan had taken Carla's dildo and had it jammed up her backside, and Jimmy was using Beth's dildo like an axe handle, diddling her pussy with it while she sucked on his anus.
In other areas, David and Doug were sucking each other off; Mark and Dan were bottom-fucking and Mike and Charlie were lashing each other with whips. Marianne and Tonia were lying side by side finger-fucking each other, and Ludith and Kath were rubbing their snatches together, their long legs locked tightly about each other.
I thought, in that moment, that we had reached the height of orgiastic interplay. On reflection, I can only say that we were quite amateurish that night. But it was a hell of a lot of fun, Back to Sofia and the dildo. I had half the monster up her cunt before she cried for me to stop. I knelt between her legs with the dildo temporarily suspended in its terrible business. My own cock was. hard now and was nestled between the cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel her hot little anus against the knob and I lifted her buttocks a bit. She moaned when I prodded her anus with my prick and I quickly slipped my fingers into her tight pussy to get lubrication. I smeared the juice around my cockhead and then attacked her anus again.
And then it slipped in, just beneath the dildo, so close that my cock could feel the hard shaft through the thin wall that separates her cunt from her anus. I pushed harder and she yelled louder. But I had both instruments in her now, only halfway, and I concentrated on pushing them to the hilt.
Slowly, slowly, I moved down on her until the dildo and my cock were buried to the limit. She groaned and cursed and tried to push me away, but I lay still on her and gently moved my hips from side to side. Gradually, she felt passion through her pain and her own buttocks began to gyrate slowly on the cot.
Now, she was screaming for me to fuck her with the dildo and my cock, but I held back, waiting for her fever to reach its highest pitch, and for my own system to properly recover from our previous act. I lay for a long time; and then Sofia could take it no longer. She began to rise and hunch under me, pulling her body back as far as possible to create a proper stroke. She was unsuccessful in doing that, but she was successful in arousing my own passion. I was ready.
I withdrew a few inches and looked down at the double shafts buried in her body. The skin was taut and white around the dildo and my cock. I thought she would burst, but she was loving every second of it.
"Fuck me, Ronnie," she cried. "Oh, I'm ready for anything now. I'm ready for a telephone pole, sweetheart. Oh, fuck me hard."
Ah, sweet life in the commune!
A strange thing happened when" I began to fuck her with the two shafts--the real and the artificial. A kind of empathy arose between my prick and the dildo and, as I stroked her, the sensations my cock felt were transmuted into the dildo. I believed that I could actually feel her tight and slippery cunt walls through the tough hide of the dildo. It was only an illusion, but it was an effective one and it brought my passion several notches higher. I fucked away at her and it honestly felt as though I were actually fucking her with two cocks, both of them mine.
"Squeeze the bulb!" she cried when she was about to come. She had forgotten that the bulb was empty. But I squeezed it with my thighs and, just at that moment, I came into her backside and the effect was marvelous. She must have had the feeling that both instruments were spurting liquid into her body. She came in a series of spasms and I felt her organs relax around the dildo and my cock. They became slippery and lax and I kept on fucking her until we both collapsed in a spent heap on the cot.
That was our first orgy, but far from our last. During the ensuing weeks, Pietro relaxed his grip on our little group and, even when he and Marella weren't in the Great-house, we were permitted to have wild affairs on our own. I made a list of all the girls in the commune that I hadn't yet had (but had always wanted to) and set about going down that list.
I didn't want a girl just once, or in any particularly normal way. I wanted each girl a number of times in a number of ways. This marvelous plan worked for a time and then, in late February, when snow was falling outside, Pietro lowered the boom again. .
"Everybody's getting worn out," he said. "We take a break. No sex until I say so. That means every-body."
In the course of human events, it has never been possible to stop a group of people when they have once tasted the best parts of life. When men have known freedom, it is virtually impossible to enslave them forever. Once we had known the violent pleasures of the true orgy, it was impossible to keep us from indulging in orgy after orgy. But we decided to play it cool for the duration, just to see what Pietro was up to.
Apparently, he wasn't up to anything. He just arbitrarily cut off our sex and, as the days and nights went by and we weren't able to get to each other, we grumbled more and the seeds of total revolution grew into seedlings and then into evil flowers.
"I'm going to kill the sonofabitch," Mark, from Dartmouth, said one night as he sat on his cot regarding his erect tool. Across the room, the girls also were regarding his erection and it was obvious that they were hungry for it, as well as for each other. Pietro had rearranged the sleeping and the girls were on one side, the men on the other. He had also developed the practice of coming into the Great-house at odd hours to inspect. In mid-February, he had caught Allison and Tonia sucking each other off and he had beaten them both with his fists.
This, nobody liked, but there was nothing we could do. We had long since agreed that we would suspend our pacifistic ways long enough to get rid of Pietro, but the memory of that terrible fiasco when he had beaten four of us to a pulp lingered in our minds--and in our flesh.
And there was Marella to consider. We all loved her now. She was more than just beautiful on the surface. There was something enchanting and poignant about her. We regarded her as a true queen and she had our undying devotion. But not Pietro. We could easily kill him. But to kill him would be to hurt Marella; that was another reason we didn't act.
But March had come and we were anxious and bitter. Mark wasn't the first man in the commune who had thought of killing Pietro, but he was the first one to voice his feelings.
"In the middle of the night," he said, "I'm going to sneak in the--small cottage and put a knife in his goddamn Sicilian heart."
"Don't do anything rash," I cautioned. "Let's work out a plan. If you fail, the world could come crashing down around us. Let's sit down and map out a plan. We'll all be in it together."
And we sat at the big table near the pot-bellied stove and discussed ways and means of ridding our commune of the big Sicilian motorcycle rider.
We would keep Marella.