Chapter 9
Our elaborate plans never got off the ground.
On the twelfth of March, after we had spent the day in the orchard pruning and spraying the trees, we gathered around the big table to put the finishing touches on our murder plan. It was simple, but grisly. We would station Wayne, the big fullback from Purdue, and Allan, the husky tackle from Tennessee, on either side of the small cottage door. They would have sharp axes. All of us would have axes or knifes or pitchforks. I would call Pietro out and the two football players would hack him to death with the axes. If they missed--or if anything else went wrong--Ken, J. C., Toodles and I would move in with sharp axes to finish the job. Meanwhile, Doug and Dan and David and Jimmie would come at him from behind the cottage and the others would stand by as a reserve team with pitchforks and knives.
All these plans were made in whispers and nothing was written down. Each evening, we sharpened our knives and axes and tested our pitchforks for strength. We were battle ready on the night of the twelfth and I prepared to give the orders when the door opened and in came Pietro and Marella.
They came with the whips and the dildos.
"Time for an orgy," Pietro said with a winning smile. "Been a long time. I guess everybody can handle one now."
Our plans went out the window. Just like that.
Pietro and Marella began the festivities by putting on a marvelous demonstration with the whip and the dildo. It is probably an "old hat" kind of thing to people who are expert in the ways of erotica, but it was fascinating to us in the Jilkes Group. But he did one thing which I'm sure is a little different.
After he had worked Marella up to a passion by tapping her a few times with the whip, he had her bend over the table while he tied her hands and feet so she couldn't move--hands to the pot-bellied stove and feet to the big center post of the Great-house. Then, he took the dildo from its box and greased up the pinkish head with juice from Marella's flowing pussy. He spread her buttocks, while the rest of us moved in for better vantage, and shoved the dildo halfway into her. She was writhing and struggling against the' ropes that tied her hands and feet. At first, we thought she was faking, that she was accustomed to having that big instrument up her ass, but there were real tears of pain, so we knew she wasn't putting us on.
Pietro then took out a whip they kept in the bottom of Marella's foot locker. It was a wicked-looking instrument with tiny lead slivers embedded in the ends of the six leather thongs. Pietro made a quick pass with the whip over Marella's lovely buttocks and there was a sharp slap in the room. Then, after Marella had screamed and the whip was on the floor, we watched six tiny plus signs appear in red on Marella's buttocks, just above where the dildo projected.
It was a ludicrous sight, almost. There was this beautiful, dark-haired Sicilian girl standing on the rough board floor with her legs--spread wide. She was leaning over the table so that her breasts touched it and her hands were stretched across the table as though she were reaching for something good. And, of course, she was naked. Jutting out of her buttocks was the big dark, twelve-inch dildo with the straps and bulb hanging obscenely down by her soft, silky thighs. A ludicrous sight? Then, how come we all had erections looking at her?
These were only the preliminaries, of course. Pietro had-the lovely girl all set for a combination of plea-sure and pain in the torture he planned for her. He stepped back from her luscious body and raised the whip again. This time, we suspected, he wouldn't deliver a mere exploratory lash.
We suspected right.
Pietro let the girl have it with a powerful slash of his powerful right arm.
The whip cracked sickeningly in the soft lamplight of the Great-house. Marella screamed like a ruptured banshee. The girls in our group gasped loudly as the whip made its terrible voice heard in the night. We all moved a step backward when the whip came down, a step forward when the lash was over.
And there on Marella's wide and beautiful back were the results: six long red welts with tiny plus signs at the ends. There was no blood, just the long welts and the little plusses. Marella was writhing against her bonds and her beautiful ass was moving from side to side.
As Pietro raised the whip again, he moved forward quickly and brutally shoved the dildo in another inch. Marella screamed. She bucked. She hunched. She writhed. And she screamed again.
Pietro let go the whip.
Marella screamed again and there were six new lines and six new plus signs on her back and buttocks. Pietro leaped forward and hit the back of the dildo with his hand. It lurched forward another inch and Marella screamed. Then, she began to leap about on the floor when he slid his hand between her legs and brought it up tight against her pussy.
"Bene, bene, bene," Marella cooed, and we knew immediately that she was speaking Italian. "Good, good, good."
The demonstration went on until Pietro had delivered eight strokes of the whip, had pressed the huge dildo all the way into the girl's bowels and had gotten her cunt to flowing like a river of sex. Then, seemingly exhausted and roaring with an erection, he pulled out the dildo and rammed his own cock into her backside.
Marella's back was slightly bloody by then and Pietro fell across her back and mixed the blood in the many hairs on his stomach and chest. He began to bottom-fuck her with violent movements now, but there was one major difference.
Pietro was crying.
Out loud.
As he fucked, tears streamed from his eyes and mixed with the blood on her back and shoulders. He wailed like an old woman at a relative's funeral. A poor relative. At first, we didn't understand, but it became obvious that Pietro loved Marella so much that he couldn't bear to bring her pain, even though the pain, in this case, was a necessary adjunct to the pleasure to follow.
They were a strange couple. But we still loved only Marella.
We watched, spellbound, as Pietro rammed the girl. Then, a peculiar thing happened. He stopped crying and his body went slack. A blank expression came over his face and he closed his eyes. He slowly sank to the floor in a huge, rugged heap of seemingly lifeless flesh.
"He has only fainted," Marella said, turning to look back at us. She couldn't move from her bent position, because of the ropes on her hands and legs. "He does this often because of the degree of ecstasy. Please put him on a cat."
We lifted the. giant from the floor and deposited him on Allison's cot. Marella was still watching and I moved forward to untie her. She stopped me.
"No, someone must finish what Pietro began. Please, you be the one."
"Me?"
"Yes, signore, you. I wish it to be you."
God (and everybody else) knew I was ready. My cock was up and trembling at the thought of entering that big, beautiful--and almost saintly--body. I shuddered with a spasm of pleasure and moved in behind her. I stared down at the satiny expanse of naked skin and put my hands on her buttocks to part them. Her skin was hot. I gazed hungrily at her great hanging vagina and longed to penetrate it, but I figured she wanted me to finish what Pietro had begun. I probed her anus and she said; "No, not there. In the woman hole."
Ah, sweet victory! Not only to have this fabulous piece of woman-flesh, but to have her in the way I wanted her!
I moved my cockhead down the little dark line between her anus and her pussy and sank the knob in the wet flesh there. She squirmed against the table and I moved my cock up and down, soaking up her fluids, feeling the ten million pinpricks of sensual pleasure trickle up through my shaft and into the seat of my sexual ardor.
I moved forward and sank the end of my cock in the sweet,--juicy cunt. My hands were on her wide hips and they were hot--hands and hips alike. I slid one hand up beneath her, against the rough boards of the table, and found one enormous breast. I went under it and cupped the great nipple and squeezed gently and the girl squirmed beneath me and let out a strange Sicilian oath of love. I couldn't understand it, so I couldn't possibly translate.
"Bene, bene, bene," she cooed.
"Bene, you betcha," I said.
I had expected her cunt to be gigantic, like sticking your dick into a well. But it was tight and slippery and, as I moved my raging shaft deeper and deeper into the glorious sanctum, the muscles of her pussy worked and convulsed against it until I thought I would come during the entry. The wide flanges of my prickhead raked against the tight walls of her cunt and sent marvelous signals of pleasure and delight. up through my body.
And then I was in her, all the way.
My cock was buried deep inside her body and my groin was tight against her buttocks and my hand on her breast was closing tighter and tighter until Marella screamed from the pain. I relaxed my hold and stood up. The girl was impaled on my cock now and I looked down at the juncture where my balls touched her cunt-hairs. Her cunt was stretched tightly around my dark shaft and, although my cock was by no means as big as the dildo, it felt as big and it seemed to stretch her cunt as much as the dildo had stretched Sofia's cunt.
A marvelous invention, the cunt.
As I slowly fucked Marella and felt pride in the fact that she had chosen me, the girl signalled to Dan, from Boston College, to get onto the table in front of her. Dan quickly leaped to the table and sat in front of the girl's face. Marella wasted no time, she plunged Dan's upright cock into her mouth and, as she sucked on him, I fucked her.
I was taking slow; ,easy strokes now, trying to make it last. I would pull out until my cockhead was free and dripping with cunt juices; then I would press the swollen knob back into the juicy pocket and start the long stroke back into her pussy. She was bouncing around on the floor and her hot buttocks were alive with energy beneath my hands and groin.
And then I could hold back no longer. I began to fuck her with hard, furious strokes, enjoying the sounds of cock slurping into cunt, of hips slapping buttocks, of the table squeaking under our assault. And I felt my climax working up to the explosive point inside my body.
That was when Pietro came around and got off the cot. I felt his hard hands on my hips and he stopped my great fucking motion.
"Bend over," he said in my ear.
I bent over Marella's body and felt Pietro's hands on my buttocks.
"Let the orgy begin," he said. "The demonstration is over."
There was a flurry of activity and a number of gleeful shouts in the Great-house as the others scattered to the cots, grabbing up whips and dildos as they went. My back was to the group--my group--but I was very much a part of the orgy that night.
Pietro spread my buttocks and brought his big dark prick up between the cheeks and found my anus and, after juicing up his cockhead with fluids from Marella's overflowing cunt, he began his painful entry.
It wasn't nearly as painful as it had been before. Now, I was ready. Now, I was in the throes of passion because I was fucking our beloved Marella. And now, good god, his big Sicilian cock was buried deep in my bowels and he was fucking me with as much fury as I was fucking Marella.
It was strange how he picked up our rhythm and, as I withdrew from Marella, I backed up on Pietro's cock and felt it stroking the tender flesh of my back-side. When I thrust, Pietro withdrew with a kind of mechanical precision.
Suddenly, just when I was certain I would spill my reservoir of passion into the girl's beautiful body, Pietro pulled out of me and yanked me away from Marella. He left her there, tied in place and sucking hungrily on Dan's cock, and pulled me to the nearest cot. We fell across it and his head went between my legs and I felt his hard mouth and teeth on my furious cock. He took half my shaft into his mouth and, when I thought I would spill my fluids down his throat, he pulled out again and left my cock quivering in the lamplight, unsated, disappointed, trembling with passion.
With a swift motion, he reversed himself on the cot. and shoved his prick into my face. I took it with both hands and began kissing the big knob. It smelled, but that didn't matter. Pietro wanted it sucked and I was too hot to deny him that small pleasure. I plunged his prick into my mouth and waited for him to do the same with my cock. He didn't. He never touched it. I sucked harder, hoping to arouse sufficient passion in the big Sicilian to get him to bring me satisfaction, but he didn't go near my disappointed peter.
Then, when I had licked his prick clean and was certain that he was ready to come in my throat, he pulled away from me and went off in search of new adventure. I sat on the cot and looked down at my prick, still at peak. hardness and strength, but unsated. I thought briefly of whacking it off to end the terrible rumbles of passion that wracked my body. I didn't. It would have been a terrible waste of passion.
Around the room, everyone seemed to be occupied. Several members of my group were involved in a wild group affair on the floor near the door. There were four men and five girls, all tangled up together, fucking, sucking, bottom-fucking. Around this group prowled three girls, Lila, from Kent State, Ludith, from Antioch, and Beth, from Columbia. They had whips and they were lashing joyously at the tangled mass of humanity on the floor.
Allison, from Western Kentucky, was dildo-fucking little Tonia, from Yugoslavia, and Marga, from Ohio State, was involved in a cunt-rubbing escapade with Suzanne, from Dennison.
Everybody was busy, but Marella's lovely buttocks were still flashing unattended against the table and I decided I could do no better than to finish what I had started there.
I leaped to the floor and grabbed her swaying hips. Her body tensed under my touch and she waited for my entry. I lined up with her flowing cunt and was ready to ram my cock far up into it when I heard Pietro's voice; "No. Go someplace else."
Goddamn it, I thought. Someday, I'm really going to kill that sleazy bastard. There was no reason in the world why I couldn't fuck Marella. She was there, she was available and she was willing.
But I went in search of other prey, looking back longingly at the beautiful wide ass that needed and wanted attention.
I found pretty little Carla in a sixty-nine lock with Marianne and I slipped my hand between them to find a breast. I got Carla's left tit and squeezed it tightly until she brought her head from between Marianne's legs to see what was happening. I deftly slipped my cock into her open mouth and she sighed with pleasure as she took half of it inside.
Marianne, concerned about the lack of attention to her pussy, raised her head to see what was happening. That ended my little intrusion. Marianne grabbed Carla's head and pressed it back between her legs where, as far as she was concerned, it belonged. I sighed and moved on to the next group.
Toodles, J. C. and Allan were involved in a wild, three-way affair that almost defies description. Toodles had his cock buried in Allan's backside. Allen, in turn, was holding J. C. upside down and they were sucking each other's cocks. I thought about the old joke about Lucky Pierre always getting the middle and I envied Allan who was getting it from both ends and both sides. He was much luckier than Pierre.
The next group consisted of four of our girls--Sofia, June, Beth and Mary--in a multifaceted act with two dildos. Ironically, they didn't have the dildos stuck in each other, they were sucking on them in the sixty-nine position. The girl sucking the dildo was having her own pussy sucked by the girl wearing the dildo. It was a little strange and I saw no way to intrude myself on that particular game.
I decided, then, to enter the huge gang bang near the door. It wouldn't hurt to take a few lashes from the whips if I could just find a place to bury my still raging prick.
I leaped into the fray and found a good mark--Kath's lovely pussy which was, for the moment, unoccupied. Kath had her face buried in Mark's lap and was sucking generously on his prick, so I parted her thighs, spread the lips of her pussy and slid my cock in there.
She was juicy and ripe and ready. I entered slowly, savoring the ecstatic sensations of finally finding a haven. Then the whip caught me. It was a nasty lash just under the right armpit, in the tender flesh above my rib cage. I let out a yell and then a cock appeared from out of nowhere and I bit the head into my mouth--I think it was Wayne's, but I'm not sure.
The whiplashes came more frequently now, but I didn't care. I worked myself into the group and some-body was pressing down on my ass and I was fucking Kath with every ounce of my energies, except for those few ounces reserved for sucking the cock that was in my mouth.
I had found a home, now. Not even Pietro's sharp eyes could seek me out and stop me from enjoying this grand orgy.
So I thought.
Just when my climax was approaching again and I felt the strange cock throbbing in my mouth, ready for its own explosion, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned, without disengaging from the strange cock, and saw Pietro kneeling on the floor beside the tangled group. Whips were lashing around his head and shoulders and he was laughing, enjoying every painful lash.
"Come on out, chief," he said. "Got work for you."
I groaned and considered telling him to go piss up a rope, but I grudgingly pulled my prick out of Kath's sweet, gripping pussy and disentangled myself from the group. I looked down and saw that the cock I had been sucking had found Kath and was pushing deeply into that lovely cunt. Ah, the pleasures we miss in, this life!
I followed Pietro down the Great-house floor to the table where Marella was still tied in position. She was sucking Charlie's cock now and Dan was lying on the floor nearby with a happy look on his face--his peter lying flaccid between his legs.
"She's ready now," Pietro said. "She wants you to finish her off."
My heart (and cock) leaped with joy. Marella was squirming violently against the table and I saw that the rough boards had brought blood to her thighs. Her back was covered with flaky, dry blood from the beating Pietro had given her and her breasts were rough and red from rubbing against the tabletop. Her body was hotter than before and soft moans came from deep inside her.
She was definitely ready.
I stood behind her and parted the soft buttocks and gazed hungrily at the hanging sex between her legs. It was flowing rapidly and the insides of her thighs were thick with layers of moisture. The tiny dark hairs there were matted with cunt juice and her pubic hair hung in long, dark curls, wet with her own fluids.
I wasn't sure where Pietro wanted me to stick my cock, but I didn't ask. The hell with him. There were some things a man had to decide for himself. I lined up with her pussy and touched the soft flesh with my knob. Marella bucked against the table and moaned loudly. She was more than ready. I figured she had already climaxed at least once just sucking on cock.
Entry was just as tight and delightful as it had been the first time. I slid in easily, though, and felt her cunt muscles flex and convulse against the long shaft of my cock. She was gripping me, teasing me, urging me deeper and deeper. I felt her soft buttocks against my thighs and then I began fucking so hard that I was afraid I would slip out of her. But she had a delightful way of tightening her pussy just as I was" withdrawing so that it was virtually impossible to unseat.
I fucked her smoothly and almost effortlessly for a few moments, then, caught up in this new passion, I bent over her blood-and-sweat-soaked back and slipped my hands under her breasts, cushioning the tender nipples from the rough boards. She cooed and moaned and sighed and I squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts until I thought some would come off in my hands. I hoped some would--it would be a plea-sure on dark, cold nights to have her tits in bed with me so I could kiss them and rub them against my prick.
There was no interference from Pietro now. I half wished he would shove his cock up my backside again, but it was pleasure enough just to have Marella. I guess I was glad when he retired to other parts of the Great-house while I had Marella to myself--or almost to myself. She was still sucking Mark's cock, but I could tell from the way Mark's eyes were rolling around that he wasn't long on the job.
Neither was I. As I plunged into Marella's juicy cunt with stroke after stroke and felt the smooth sides of her pussy massaging my sensitive shaft, I felt the juices boiling again and then came a burbling feeling deep inside and I was ready to come. Marella was gasping and gurgling now, ready for her own long-overdue climax.
In that instant, Mark let out a howl of delight and I knew he was coming into Marella's mouth. Marella's body lurched and jumped on the table, in spite of the many restraints, and she sucked every morsel of spunk from Mark's prick and balls.
And then she came, too.
She came like a freight train rolling over a bridge. Her whole body vibrated and her cunt tightened on my cock and she jerked her ass violently as I sent stroke after stroke plunging deeply inside her womb. I shot my spunk into this vibrating, moaning, gasping body. Even as the last of my spunk rolled from the end of my dick, Marella was still lurching and vibrating like a small volcano.
She took a long time coming.
She was still bucking and trembling and flexing when I started to go soft inside her. But I rode her to the end and got as much pleasure out of the after-climax as she did. Or so I thought.
When we were finally quiet, we lay on the table panting and trembling. My hands were still under her breasts, cupping the nipples, and the boards had rubbed my hands raw. I lay in her sweat and her blood and gradually my cock went soft and slipped out of her in a stream of come. She gave one final violent tremble and then was still.
Pietro came over and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Good job," he said with an uncommon smile. "Very good job. She likes you."