Chapter 11

I do not know which excited me more, the thought that I was going to another of Marlis' parties, or the thought that I would see Marlis' herself again, and maybe, if I was lucky, even fuck Marlis again. I felt an excitement in my chest at the thought

Only vaguely did I remember the great glass-canopied room on the top floor of the building on Broadway, with its myriad hanging vines and wicker chairs and pictures. Its mirrors, sofas and pillows.. . and its naked people.

An attractive couple preceded me up the stairs from the alley entrance to the building. I promised myself, watching them go up the stairs, that I would look her up later in the party.

When the door opened at the top of the stairs, what I first saw was what I had forgotten from my last brief visit here. The great hanging lighting system in the middle of the ceiling. I noticed it particularly because it was not lit up, but hung there like a great heavy contortion of steel and other metals.

The party was not yet in full swing. In fact, people had only just begun to arrive. I set out in search of my hostess, moving around the vine screens, poking my head into corners and out of the way areas. The room was immense, as I could tell now that it was almost empty and could be freely investigated. I could not find Mar, however. She was not in the room.

My search ended near the band stand, set up where it had been before. On it were the instruments of the musicians, but not the musicians. A young man, however, had climbed up and was fingering the keyboard of the piano with lackadaisical competence.

"Do you know Marlis?" I asked him, loudly, to be heard over his playing.

He did not look at me nor rest his single-handed playing, he merely shook his head.

"Is she here?" I asked.

He turned to me quite deliberately, he had a fine mustache on his upper hp. "Presumably," he said.

I pushed off and began to circulate around the room. There were perhaps half a dozen guests, including the couple who had preceded me on the stairs. A man with silver hair, a large cigar and heavy rimmed glasses sat in a swinging basket chair talking to a woman half his age, who sat opposite him on the very edge of a small sofa, her knees crossed, a cigarette hanging forgotten from the corner of her mouth. They were talking in private tones which I did not think invited my company.

I looked back at the man playing the piano. He had stopped and was leaning on one arm across the keys, watching the silver-haired man and the young woman as intently as they seemed to be talking. He seemed to know what they were talking about

The couple I had seen on the stairs were also nearby. It was only as I approached them that I realized they too were entirely concentrated on the silver-haired man and the young woman. Though they faced each other, their own conversation seemed to have been interrupted.

"Excuse me," I said, softly.

The girl held up her hand to hush me.

It would be very nice." I overheard the young woman say. She had the manner of trying to encourage someone to do what they were inclined to do anyway. The girl glanced over at the couple near whom I stood.

The man said something I did not hear and then the girl got to her feet "Good," she said. "How long will it take you to get back." The silver-haired man leaned back into the hanging chair and relit his cigar.

"There's no hurry," he announced loudly enough for everyone to hear. "We can all get by for a while." At that, he laughed uproariously. Several minutes later he got up and left through the door to the stairway.

I'm glad you came," someone said suddenly to me from behind a screen of macramé. A door shut one I had not been aware of, and Marlis came out from behind the large round weave of the hanging.

"Marlis," I exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Been in any movies lately?" she smiled. "Not many," I said.

"I've got to change," she said. "Come with me."

I followed her through a small door beyond the band stand which I knew led to the kitchen. Another door beyond that led to her own small bedroom. Before I was in the room she had removed her shirt and was pushing her levis down over her white hips. She did it without seeming to be aware of the memories she was stirring in me.

"I developed that film" she said without looking at me. "It was great." She smiled at me from the closet where she stood naked, looking in at her wardrobe. "I'd like to show it tonight, if I've your permission."

"Sure," I shrugged, "if you don't tell the story that goes with it."

She laughed. "Darren's an ass," she said, looking at me quite seriously. "But I like you." Then she laughed again. "I'm an ass, too."

"You throw wild parties," I said, when it seemed necessary to say something.

"These aren't my parties," she said. "They're my father's parties."

"I didn't know you had a father."

"I don't," she said. "He's dead. What I mean is these parties have been happening here since I was a kid. It's just a tradition I keep up."

"Your father must have been some gentleman," I said.

"Yes.. . yes, he was.

"Should I wear this?" She held up a garment that was unrecognizable to me, in front of her naked body. The fabric itself was a kind of orange, clinging stuff. "Or this?" she asked. The second was a wild print of tropical flowers.

"What are they?" I said.

"Pajamas."

"Pajamas?"

"Part of the tradition." She looked at the two garments. "I'll wear this," she said. "I always used to go to Dad's parties in my pajamas. I still do."

"Even though you are the hostess now?"

"I was the hostess then, only then there was a host"

"I kind of wish you'd come just like you are," I said.

"I was just wishing we didn't have to go at all," she said easily. "Just stay in here and fuck ourselves silly."

I'm game."

"I've never missed daddy's parties," she said, as she wriggled into the flowered pajamas.

"Pretty elaborate pajamas," I said.

"If you like them you can wear them," she said, and began to slip them off her hips.

"No...no...no. It's all right you look fine in them."

"You're right," she smiled. "You'd look better nude."

"So do you."

As we went back through the kitchen, I asked her if, after all, she did not like these parties.

"Yes, I do," she said, "or I would not give them."

There were a dozen people in the room now, they were milling around, getting to know each other better. When we entered, the girl who had been talking to the silver-haired man detached herself and came over to Mar.

"He's going to bring it," she grinned.

"Oh, that's marvelous," Mar said. "Where's he at?"

"Gone," said the girl. "He went after i."

"What is it?" I asked.

Mar looked at me and tossed her head a little. "Youll find out," she grinned. "Let it be a surprise."

The two girls laughed and began to move off toward the crowd. I was surpised to find, as they did so, that Mar's hand had grabbed my sleeve and held me, drawing me forward with her. The other girl turned to me after a moment and asked if she did not know me from somewhere.

"Paul was at the last party," Marlis told her. "He did the thing with...."

The other girl interrupted her. "You're not the guy that.. . yes you are...I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

We all laughed. The word spread quickly that I was the fellow who had, at die last party, been the one, and suddenly I was the center of a growing number of people who had begun to fill the room.

A man said that his wife had had him on a stool ever since that last party and everyone laughed again.

"I have a fondness for stools," I said. "Tell your wife I will be glad to show her how it's done on a three-legged stool."

"There is nothing like a three-legged stool as a photography prop," Mar told the man. "And a little later I have some film for you that will be a surprise."

I moved around the room, being introduced to people by Mar. Many of them remembered my last visit and I permitted them to think that it had been rather more planned on my part than it had in fact been. I felt rather like a sudden star or something and I enjoyed the attention because Mar did.

It was not long until Mar had the great moving lights in the big iron chandelier turned on. The room was full of people.

Mar leaned toward me and said, "Why don't you take your clothes off?"

"Why me?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "once they see someone naked, then things start to roll. Go into my bedroom, you can leave your things in there."

She took advantage of my absence to get the band for the evening together and on the bandstand. They were three women and four men. The men wore fur loincloths and the women were entirely naked. One of them, a tall silken blonde, was the lead singer, as I was to find out

I began circulating, looking for Mar again, and studying the people I passed, all variety of people, though it became difficult to distinguish much about them because the flashing, moving light from the ceiling was now the only tight in the room.

There was a formally dressed man across the room behind a short bar. Mar was talking to him.

"What are you drinking," she said as I approached. "Hey, you look good."

"Scotch," I told the barman.

"This is Billy," Mar introduced us. "He's my bouncer. This is Paul, Billy."

He did not shake my hand but rather handed me my scotch. "Did I hear that Swiggert was going to bring some stuff?" Billy said.

"So I was told," Mar answered, turning on her stool to look at her guests. "Come on," she said to me, taking me by the arm. "Someone came in while you were undressing, I want you to meet him."

She led me through the crowd, pausing once to speak to a girl who was naked from the waist up. "Paul, this is Kathy, she has the finest breasts I have ever seen. I've been trying to get her to pose for me."

Kathy giggled shyly and put her hands under her breasts, holding them up for inspection. I leaned down and kissed one of the dark nipples. I felt my prick jump to attention, but Mar grabbed my dangling cock, laughing and led me away.

"She's not who I wanted you to meet."

I noticed the variety of faces as we moved through the crowd, trying to find this person I was to meet, talking to people, making jokes and introductions. I knew I would not remember any of them, even a moment later. I felt the hands begin to reach out for me as I passed, but the others were beginning to take their clothes off also and I felt a little less conspicuous.

Again I felt the exhilarating sensation of sliding through small knots of people, none of them bothering to move aside to let me pass, but rather enjoying the bodies rubbing together in passing.

"There he is," Mar said suddenly. She led me toward a small person dressed in a long woolen robe with great multicolored stripes running diagonally across it from the shoulder to the floor.

"Edward," she called out to him. Slowly the man turned around. Two other robed figures moved away slightly as we approached.

"Edward, this is Paul." Edward looked at me frankly for a very long time as though searching my face for something only he would see.

"Paul is a friend of mine," Mar told him.

"How do you do, Paul," Edward said softly. His face was deeply etched with lines, not of age, really, but lines of concentration. His steady blue eyes were held in a hard focus, he seemed deliberately to be effecting the image of a mid-eastern sultan. Only he was quite blond.

"Edward and the whole Norwich family were friends of my father," Mar said.

"Yes," Norwich said absently. "The best of friends."

"He has a house out on Green Street which you would like to see," Mar said to me.

"I would be very pleased if you dropped out to see us," Norwich suddenly seemed animated. "Fm sure you'd find it very interesting." He smiled slyly at me.

"We'll see you later," Mar said, pulling me away. I felt his cold stare on us as we drew away.

"Who on earth was that?"

"Eddy Norwich is as crazy as they come, also as rich. He has a cult sort of thing. I'll introduce you to some of his followers later if we run into them."

In the middle of the room several people were trying to take down one of the hanging chairs. We went over to them.

"What's up," Mar said, not caring if they took down the chair, but curious as to why they wanted to.

"We want to hang up a bag," a man said, holding up a large burlap bag.

"Before you do," Mar said, "let me show you something about this chair." She removed the cushion in the seat of it and tossed it on the floor under the chair. Then she looked around the crowd, which was gathering around.

"Do we have a super whang around here who would like to get it on?"

She spotted someone in the back of the group and made her way toward him.

"Walter," she called, pulling the man by the hand back toward the chair. "You'll dig this."

Walter was a big man, handsome and dark. He was still dressed. "Take off your clothes, Walt," she said, "and lie down under the chair with your ass on the cushion. Walter did as he was told quickly.

"Where's Kathy," Mar called.

It took only a little time to bring Kathy into the middle of the group. She was entirely naked now. Her short, full body glistened in the moving lights and her large blue eyes darted around from face to face shyly.

"What do you want," she said softly.

"I know you have to get warmed up before you can get with it at these parties, so I thought you would consent to do a little demonstration for us."

Kathy grinned. Walter was already lying under the chair as he had been instructed.

"You'll have to get it up, Walt," Mar laughed and put his prick through the hole in the bottom of the chair. Everyone looked at once. Yes, there was a hole in the chair, a large ring to which each of the fibers of the chair was tied. The hole itself was about three inches wide.

Walter grinned and his organ began to rise on command. I heard a man say to his companion, "That's what comes of being a professional." Walter laughed out loud and his cock swelled up through the hole in the bottom of the chair until several inches of it stuck up out of the bottom of the chair.

Kathy was blushing and giggling.

"A chair for the girl with everything," someone yelled.

Kathy stepped forward and turned to sit in the chair. She spread her legs and began to sit down, slowly.

"Watch which hole," a woman yelled. "Kathy's not a puritan," someone answered her.

Half a dozen people knelt down in front of the chair as Kathy lowered herself. "Contact," one of them shouted. "Head in," another announced. "Sit down, baby."

Kathy sat down heavily on the large pike, absorbing it into her body.

"Okay," Mar said. "Now pick up your feet."

"Ahh...feels good already," Walter said from under the chair.

Mar stepped up and began to turn the large chair around, spinning it.

"Oh...shit . . . " Walter shouted in surprise. "That's fantastic!"

Everyone took turns spinning the chair, including Walter, who spun it faster than anyone else.

"Oh," Kathy cried out. "I'm dizzy."

"Wait," Walter yelled, "I'm about to come."

Cheering and clapping began around the room, laughing and toasting.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Walter groaned as the cunt whirled and spun on his cock.

"He's coming!" she yelled. "I can feel it." Kathy's face was lit up now, though she did appear dizzy.

"Stop, stop," Walter groaned, after a moment, "I can't take it any more."

Laughing and staggering from dizziness, Kathy lifted herself off the chair, leaving Walter's cock wet and purple, sticking up through the bottom of the chair. A couple of men lifted the chair off him.

I noticed, as the crowd broke up into smaller groups, that several of the women's tongues had broken out of their mouths during this demonstration. I was getting hot to spring a little juice myself.

"Why don't you take off those pajamas," I said to Mar as we struggled away through the crowd.

"No. I leave them on," she said. "I try to keep the party going." She turned to me and smiled an apology for what I had just been told...that I would not be fucking her during the party. "Save me some for later, though, would you?"

"I'll save it all," I said.

"No. I like the ones you really have to work for anyway," she laughed a beautiful open laugh and squeezed my hand in both of hers. "Besides you would be crazy to miss all of this."

"So are you."

"It's been here all my life, remember."

"I dig," I said. "Maybe you could point me to something really nice."

Td be interested in seeing who you pick," she smiled. Td like to know who your type is."

I looked around the room. Any one of the younger women would have been a start for me.

"I have to look around," I told her.

Mar laughed. "I've got an idea. I've got some film of some of the people who are here. I'll roll it and you can tell me who you like." She disappeared from my side into the crowd.

A moment later a large screen began to lower against the wall behind the bandstand. An announcement was made and gradually the murmur of voices began to subside.

Suddenly the screen was lit with a picture of blue sky. Sky of the deepest blue, then gradually the scene changed, the camera being lowered to include the horizon of ocean, and at last a sandy warm beach. The caimera was apparently on a cliff above a beach.

Gradually the camera paned up the beach and peered directly down on several naked people lying in the sand

The day was warm and still, the sun shown down brightly, the crash of each individual wave was audible on the soundtrack, yet strangely silent One could even see the heavy intake of breath of the sleeping people. They were lying in the sand like beautiful naked animals.

Four women and four men. I could see the backs of three of the men and the front of another, and interspersed between them I could see their women, two sets of soft warm breasts and two sets of full feminine buttocks.

I studied naked humanity in its youth...a plump ripe redhead whose breasts rose like great white melons over her heavy breathing, a long elegant youth whose well-formed body tapered from broad shoulders down to his long slender legs, who lay on his belly in the sand, his forehead on his arms and his blond hair gently entangled in the fingers of the girl who lay beside him. She was petite and also blonde. She lay on her back, scarcely half his length, her face upward to the sun, her hand in his hair. Her firm breasts were sagging slightly in the flesh-expanding warmth. On the gentle slope of her Venus mound one could see the curls of blonde hair and one could see where they slipped sweetly out of sight between her white thighs.

Upward and to the left of the blond couple, near the edge of the screen lay a couple, both on their bellies, whose bodies matched to perfection. They were young and athletic, tanned, with swimming trunk stripes across their buttocks, the breadth of his back matching the gently sloping fullness of her hips. While the brown hair crept up from between his legs and spread over his young firm buttocks, I could see between her slightly parted legs that her hair seemed destined to grow the other direction, downward and to the front of her.

Near them, next to the redhead, so that his stocky body touched her voluptuous curves, lay a young man on his back, his muscular legs generously stretched and parted so that his warm extended penis hung like a great flaccid worm down between his legs. His black curly hair swirled away in patterns up his belly and spread over his thick white chest. His eyes closed, he was smiling peacefully into the sun.

A short distance away lay a couple whose bodies made the boldest pattern against the sand. They were the strong brown color of some south European or North African peoples. They had the beautiful romantic look of the middle east

As the camera panned up the beach, the silence was broken by the shouts of a man throwing a stick into the surf for a dog. The dog leapt the waves each time in a seemingly heroic attempt to retrieve the stick, which the man seemed determined to throw further and further out. The people on the sand down the beach must have been able to hear this noise, but it became evident that they could not see it as the camera took a wide angle and one could see that they were situated in a cove on the long beach between a natural promontory of the cliff, which extended almost to the line of the breakers on one side, while on the other was a great driftwood pile. Only the shore line itself was open to beach traffic. There were people passing the sanctuary on their way up and down the beach.

As the people in the crowded room viewed this tranquil scene, a warm and lazy feeling, corresponding to the scene on the beach, seemed to settle over the party. People lounged around and viewed the movie casually, as if they themselves were lying on a sandy beach.

Then the camera focused on a pair of feet. They were toes down and digging in the sand. I leaned out to see what he was doing, forgetting for a moment that I would have to wait for the camera to reveal the secret. Gradually one was aware that some guy was making it with a chick whose leg was up on his side. His ass was pumping it in and out of her and her legs were sort of spreading every time he came in on her and sort of relaxing every time he'd pull out for a new shot.

The eight bodies on the other side of a scrap of " driftwood were still lying there, seemingly oblivious of what was going on.

The camera moved over to hover above the couple who were making it and the guy changed positions. He sort of sat up between the girl's legs, without taking his dick out of her. He was sitting with his knees under her thighs and sort of rocking forward while at the same time pulling her up on himself with his hands every stroke. It was the only way he could get it in all the way. I could see the dark, little hairy cunt below me swallowing down the white shaft and then slipping back off it and then swallowing it again.

I became aware that everyone in the room was now sitting with their eyes glued to the movie screen and the entire room seemed to be breathing, rather deeply, in unison.

I mean, we were all turned on, but too wrapped up in the scene on the screen to take advantage of what was available all around us.

So anyway there I was sitting, watching this big white erection slipping in and out of this soft little cunt and getting a hard-on that was beginning to hurt and Mar was not having any.

Then two more guys appear on the screen watching this couple and they both have hard-ons. I felt sympathy for them, being in the same position myself.

Then the guy who is making it starts talking the spectators. Talking to them. I mean here he was dipping his stick into that beautiful little honey pot, into that sweet, little, curly cunt hole and all the time he is talking and laughing with these two guys. He must have been nuts. I could sense others in the room becoming restless at this delay.

Finally he begins to tend to business. I could tell that the girl's hips were beginning to move and he was doing it for her a little more by slamming down a little harder.

He grabbed her by the thighs and sat back on his haunches, almost losing the notch and then he pulled her toward him at the same time thrusting himself forward. I could feel the smack.

When the guy suddenly straightened out in the sand and came down on the chick, full length, the camera concentrated on his ass, pumping on her, and her heels hooked between his legs, kicking his ass, to make him pump even harder.

No sooner had this first man quit jumping, he had not more than collapsed for more than a second, probably still pumping into her, when one of the two guys watching started dragging him off. When he was pulled off and was lying there in the sand, probably still coming, this other guy gets down on the sand on his hands and knees and the girl jumps like nothing happened (and she's got a great body) and sits on this guy's back. She sits on his back and he's on his hands and knees and she sort of leans back, like lies down on him and sticks her legs up in the air. The other guy gets right in there and puts her ankles on his shoulders and sort of spread his legs, because she is too low for him, and rams it home. All this time she is trying to stay aboard the other fellow, while this guy bangs away at her.

I was so hot watching this movie that if Td had an opening like that Fd have done just what he was doing, man, I would have laid one in there just like he was and I've never seen a man move so fast. Yet, somehow, I was too fascinated watching the scene on the screen to look around for a piece of ass to stick my prick into.

He came just about as quick as that and fell over the chick. I figured the whole thing would come tumbling down. It didn't though. The guy on his hands and knees held up and finally the guy sort of slid off between the girl's legs and sagged into the sand.

The third guy must have been a strong son of a bitch because he got off his hands and knees and picked the chick up by the waist, but then instead of moving over to lean her against the wall of the cliff or something, he walks right out in the middle of the sand and when he's right in the middle and everybody is watching, even the eight bodies are watching now, he reaches down and holds cock up at right angles to her and settles her down on it. And when he gets this beautiful chick all impaled on his rod, he takes a buttock in each hand and starts moving her up and down on it like she didn't weigh ten pounds. He just picks her up and sets her down.

By this time I couldn't stand the pressure building up inside me and I began to look around the room for a body, any body to screw. Vaguely I realized others were feeling the same way and the room fairly throbbed with eroticism.

A slender brunette was lounging behind me and slightly to my right She looked at me and smiled an invitation and believe me, i needed no more encouragement than that. i leapt at her body, barely noticing what she looked like. i inserted my throbbing rod between her thighs and felt her legs part and her body begin to heave under me. Neither of us bothered with any preliminaries. We started right in with a frantic pumping and, as i heard the slap of her rather full hips hit the floor with each thrust, the rhythm further inflamed my already burning body.

Our bodies twisted and thrashed together in surprisingly perfect union until she gave a high scream as i shot my boiling sperm into her...holding her shudder-racked body still under me.

As i lay there, exhausted, my partner rolled over to a guy who was sitting on a pillow, jerking himself off with his hand. i heard her say, "I've got something better for you," and saw her lips close over his cock before i closed my eyes to rest i heard a commotion in the back of the room and opened my eyes to see that the gray-haired man was returning and the movie was over. The screen had been retracted to the ceiling once again and Mar announced that was all the films "for now."

The gray-haired man, Swiggert, stood up. He held a small porcelain bowl up over his head. "Ladies and gentlemen," he called. Everyone became silent instantly.

"I want you all to know that the stuff is right here," he laughed. "If you start to run out of steam, just get a little of this."

It was coke. Now I knew.

Someone whistled and moved forward, "I could use a little of that," he said, taking the tiny spoon that was in the bowl and sprinkling it over his cockhead. He massaged it a couple of times and it grew an angry red immediately. He turned to ask if there was a woman who would like a second-hand application. A woman stepped up. He sprinkled a little more on his cock and slipped it into the woman; in this way was the coke spread from cock to cunt to cock throughout the room.

A moment later, Mar was by my side again. "That's coke, isn't it?" I asked. "Yes, ever used it before."

"No, what does it do?"

"It's funny. It sexes you up in a funny way." She smiled. "It numbs a man's cock in a strange manner, makes it stony hard."

"Numb?"

"Not really, it's very sensuous, but the point is that you can go all night with it Try some a little later."

"Maybe I will."

"Hey," she said suddenly, "The kids in the film. The first ones, they are over in the corner there. They're organizing a game."

She led me across the crowded room toward the corner, explaining what I was to do in the game being organized.

"I want you to tell them what to do," Mar said. "Anything you want, just instruct them. This is an act they do professionally, they let the audience tell them what to do but the person who instructs must not be allowed to participate, they can touch but not participate. Got it."

"Sure," I laughed.

"It's just a game," she said. "It'll be fun. After it's over you can have your pick of the girls."

"Oh," I laughed, "still trying to find my type."

Mar introduced me to the eight people I had already seen in the film, they were all beautiful specimens and I was curious as to how they happened to form this strange act.

The nine of us were isolated in the corner and told to begin.

I said the first thing that came to mind. "I know, listen and do it quickly. All the men stand in a line and all the women take their soft cocks in their mouths, the first man who gets a full erection is the leader in the next game."

They did as I said as quickly as they could, paying no attention to which girl took which man's cock in her mouth. The men were facing me, their backs to the wall, their legs spread, and the girls knelt between their legs and took the pricks fully into their mouths.

"Girls," I shouted, "you're the judge, tell me when you've got your man hard."

I looked at what I had created and something began to come over me, somehow I began to feel a kind of power. I had been reluctant, but now I began to revel in the power these people had so easily given me. The men were laughing and making jokes so the girls did not have an easy time of it

They had paired off at random. First was the dark-skinned man and before him knelt the redhead I'd watched so closely on the screen. She was moving on his soft peter, but he was making a joke with the man next to him.

Next to him, to my left, was the hairy stud who had originally been with my redhead (I had taken my prick in a way, although I had no idea if I would measure up to her standards). The little blonde chick whose name I had heard, Bonnie, was sucking him, apparently really intent on making him the first to erect. I could see by the look on his face that he was beginning to feel her effort.

Next came Ted, the tall athletic girl was ravishing his cock, pulling it, popping it, biting it, but it seemed to be tickling him more than she intended because he was almost doubled up laughing. I noticed once again the swim trunks and bra strap line in the girl's tan, as well as the man next to her, being sucked by the dark-skinned girl. They both had recently been sunning themselves some place where they wore bathing suits. That was not here, so they must be recent arrivals.

The girl who was sucking the athletic man had chosen to bury his cock in her mouth and held her face hard against the light strip around his hips, into the brown hair of his pubis. It looked to me as though they were making the most progress. I went over to them and motioned for the girl to withdraw her mouth. I could see, by the way she held her mouth on him that he had at least partially erected. Her mouth slid reluctantly back down the long stem of hard flesh. She had succeeded, but apparently had been reluctant to forego the pleasure. As she moved her mouth down the flesh, I began to realize how their people had been selected. The men, at least, had exceptional sexual endowment The women were all beautiful, it seemed to me, varied, and if this was any example, completely sensual. I mean, this dark-skinned girl had managed to completely swallow a very large and fully erect cock and without complaint.

I was erect now and hot "Hey," I said to the athletic man. "What's your name?" We were both watching as the girl's mouth slid off his cock. "You win," I said. "Now "I've got to figure out what you win."

"Carl," he answered my question. He seemed pleased that he had won. "This is Zonia."

"Zonia." I looked down at the girl. She had a striking, moorish face, with great hazel eyes and opulent dark lips. She was still kneeling on the floor. Both Carl's cock and mine were fully erect and only a few inches from her face.

"Why don't you do that for me?" I felt foolish saying it, asking her to suck me.

"You're not in the game," she grinned up at me and moved her lips toward my cock, opening them slightly, almost as if she would open her mouth and slide her lips over my cockhead. I could feel her swallowing me down. I wondered if she could take all of me in that big, beautiful, dark mouth of hers. Her mouth came toward me but instead of taking me in (everyone was watching to see if she would) she stopped short and her tongue darted out to lick the bead of juice that had gathered at the tip of my cock. She did not touch me, only deftly captured the drop of moisture.

At that moment I knew what the next exercise would be.

"Okay," I said. "Are all the men erect?"

The women stopped sucking and let me see the male organs. All were more or less fully hardened.

"Good," I said it feeling like a third grade teacher, yet I was getting with the game. I was getting to like it. "Carl and Zonia win." I could not wait for the next explanation.

"I'll show you," I said. "Zonia, stand up."

She did.

"Okay, lean over and take Carl's cock in your mouth like you had it before." I got behind her. "Spread your legs." Behind her I moved between her legs. I was almost faint with the desire to ram my machine into her and let whatever might happen, happen. I stood behind Zonia's spread legs. They must all have known what I was thinking because they were all watching me carefully.

The head of my prick was only a few inches from the crack in her legs where I could see the bulges which would be her cunt.

"Well," I said, "I have seen what the men have, now I get to examine the women." Everyone came to attention, thinking I was going to try to stick my cock into her.

"Relax, I'm going to use my hand."

I put my hand on the dark buttocks. My hands themselves were sensitized as they seemed to guide themselves to the opening I wanted to penetrate by any means possible, if only to be up inside this body. Quickly I slipped my hand down between her legs. She giggled. Her cunt was wet. I took it in my hand and squeezed, then plunged my finger into the pit of her. Zonia squealed and began moving against my hand. Quickly I slipped my fingers between the soft wet lips. She was worked up. She moved her ass up and down as I worked my fingers deeper and deeper.

Her mouth found Carl's cock again and she began to take it in. I wanted her to come. My own cock was raging, standing straight out in front of me. I knew I would shoot off, but I could not stop. My fingers worked on her erected clit, it stood out toward my fingers, my fingers worked it, and dove inside her and again found the nodule of hard, female flesh. She moved against my hand and moved against Carl's flesh, taking more and more of him into her mouth. He was beginning to breath heavily and move in time with her gyrations on my hand.

Now I knew what had been on my mind from the beginning. I could feel my own cock fucking into the air, the others would see. I would not touch the girl with it, though. I continued to work on her with my hand until I knew she was near the end.

Carl, too, was near the end, and I, my hips stabbing thin air was about to come without ever having been touched. Suddenly Zonia began to convulse. Carl grabbed her face in his hands to keep her from falling away from him without finishing him off.

I felt myself in a strange set of convolutions. It was as if my prick had become my whole body, my orgasm was to come over me somehow from the top. The moment had come, I did not know if the others would let me be when they saw. I jerked my hands out of the girl's cunt and grabbed her hips in my hands. I stabbed my cock at the open cunt lips. I missed. My cock slipped by, up her belly. I drew back and stabbed again. This time I caught in the top of the open flesh. I grabbed my cock and rammed it back to the opening in the flesh. I stabbed deeply into her, again I stabbed and stabbed, bending my knees and lifting her by the hips in my hands, suspending her between my cock and the one that she clung to with her mouth.

I exploded suddenly and completely, my body waved up on my feet and my convulsions continued. I shot into her again and again. I knew, somehow, that all three of us were coming.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my back, but it was too late. My body collapsed forward over Zonia, on the floor. I was on her back, still pumping into her cunt from behind.

Then I remembered the hand.

"You blew it," Mar said, laughing. "That's what usually happens in that game, I understand."

"Sorry about that," I moaned. "I have to go get the other film ready, so TO see you later."

I wandered toward the bandstand, aimlessly, watching the goings on around the room. The coke had revived the proceedings and no one seemed to have any intention of stopping. Everyone was sucking and fucking. I sat down in front of the bandstand and watched the band, whom I had hardly noticed all night

The silken blonde girl was sitting down, singing. She was sitting on the guitarist, who lay on his back on the floor, his guitar leaned against a chair. It was obvious she was getting fucked by the way she moved her hips up and down slightly as she sang. The guitarist moaned easily on the floor.

I remembered the other girl who had seemed to prefer the microphone.

"Let me suck it for you," I heard someone say. I turned around. It was the man who had been playing the piano early in the evening. He was talking to a large black man sitting on one pillow, holding another in his lap. The pianist with the thick mustache was sweating and his eyes searched the eyes of the black man.

The big, dark man shook his head slowly from side to side.

I leaned back against a sofa, whose back was to the bandstand, and watched the silken blonde crooner on the stage. Soon I knew we would have the screen lowered and the film of Sandy and me would be shown. A moment later I heard the big black man next to me begin to speak, in soft sad tones to the man who had offered to suck him off. He seemed to be telling him his life story.

"I've known I had a problem from the time I was in Junior High school. You know, I would look around at the other boys in P.E. and they'd have these little dicks sticking out and I was already getting hair on my balls and my prick would hang down and bounce. I guess it was great then, you know, prestige and all. . . but I had a feeling even then that it was not going to be all right for long. I mean at that age you want to be the same, you don't even want to be better, or bigger.

"So anyway, it went along okay for a while. Then I began getting ideas, there I was twelve years old and I was having erections and ejaculations and I had a huge god damn cock already, only I was still a kid.

"Finally I started running around with older kids, and of course the older I got the bigger my cock got. I'd have to take it out and show it to guys; I got to feeling kind of freaky about it. Then one night I found out just what the trouble was going to be. One of the guys got his older sister to agree to a gangbang. I guess you didn't do that sort of thing where you come from." He paused and peered at the pianist to check his reaction.

"No," he said, "I grew up pretty middle class."

"Well," he went on, "this was the ghetto in New Orleans. Anyway, there were about ten of us guys and this chick, she must have been maybe sixteen or seventeen, kind of a nymphomaniac, I suppose. We were just kids, most of us had never had a woman before.

"So she takes us up to her bedroom, all at once. We sit down on the floor and she gets in the middle and starts to take off her clothes. It wasn't until then that I realized what was going to happen, when I saw her start to take off her blouse. The bitch was stacked, too, I mean she was young but she had nice big tits, I mean I can still see them sticking out there.

"We started squirming on the floor. Then she took off her skirt. She didn't have anything on under the skirt, and that was the first time I saw a cunt and really knew what it was for. She spread her legs and sort of gyrated, she was really with it We didn't know for sure what to do about it but a couple of the guys would stick there tongues out at her...you know, and she started coming over to them and if they stuck out their tongues she would push her pussy down on it:

"So we all stuck out our tongues and opened our mouths and she'd come around and let us put our tongues in her pussy and rub herself against our faces.

"Then one of the guys said, 'I'm going to fuck you, baby.' We all started taking off our pants. I was hard as a son of a bitch and when I took my pants off my god damn cock jumps up, you know, and this bitch sees it. And she says, 'Jesus Christ.' You know, like I was deformed or something. 'Where the fuck did you get that?' she said. I couldn't say anything. She takes hold of my cock and leads me out in the middle of the floor. I remember she said, 'Come on, cock, I'm gonna see what I can do with you.' I was a hot little fucker. I mean, I was really turned on to her, you know.

"She lay down on her back with her knees up in the air. I got down between them on my knees, you know. She took hold of this big rod of mine, you know, and I just stayed on my knees. She pulled it down and starts pushing it around in her cunt, you know.

"She was wet because of all the sucking we'd done. Then she started sort of lifting her hips, you know, against my cock, sort of to see if it would go in, you know. I could feel where it was supposed to go, I mean, I could feel where she was pushing up against the head of my cock, but I knew it wasn't going to go.

"Suddenly she yells at me, 'Push, god damn it,' You know, like she was really mad at me. I got scared and started to push like a son of a bitch. I mean, I rammed that cow trying to get my meat into her. Then suddenly she screamed and threw me off her. And she cussed me. Let me tell you, she called me everything you could think of, scared the piss out of me. I mean, I thought Td really fucked up.

"Then she started to take on the other guys and I watched. Some of them had really tiny little peters. One kid couldn't get a hard-on, so he just rubbed it into her cunt until she threw him off. I was sitting where I could see her cunt. Several of the guys must have come in her because her pussy was really dripping. These guys would climb on her, and poke it up inside her and then I'd see their asses work, then they'd squirm and climb off and somebody else would climb on. What I didn't know was that she wasn't getting hers out of it.

"So finally she finishes with the last one and she sees me again. She tells me to lay down on my back. Then she stands over me. I can still see that cunt dripping down on me. I wanted to eat it. My cock was standing up there and she starts to sit down on me. I could see now she was as hot as hell. She reached down between her legs and grabbed a hold of my god damn hot rod and she starts guiding that damn wet sloppy pussy onto it. She rubbed herself on it, like back and forth, man, I felt that wet cunt all over the head of my cock, you know. Then she starts trying for another penetration. She starts sitting on my cock like it was a stool or something. I could feel her again. She was wet as hell and she was bigger than she had been, but I still didn't think she was going to be able to get down on me.

"What I didn't know was how hot she was. All of a sudden she sort of sits up and crams herself down. I thought she had rammed my prick right up inside my body. God it hurt, but when she was through she was sitting on my god damn balls. I don't know what it had done to her, but god damn she had crammed herself down until I was all the way in. She screamed and I shot off. I bucked and she tried to get away. I grabbed her around the waist and held her over me and I bucked and stabbed around in there and shot it to her.

"Finally, when I was through, she tried to get up. Instead of getting up, though she lifted me up with her, then suddenly there was this ugly sound, kind of a slurp and I came out. There was blood all over my god damn cock. I mean it was bright red and she was crying and her god damn cunt was bleeding. Hell, I thought I'd killed her.

"By then all the other guys had gotten the hell out. I jumped up, I couldn't find my pants for a minute, then I found them and I put them things on on the run. I stuffed that big bloody pecker into my pants and I thought it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen."

When he paused in his story, I heard the guy with the mustache ask, "Was she hurt?" I looked around the back of the sofa to see his face as he answered.

"I don't really know."

I could see that they both had erections. The storyteller had been silently massaging the head of his giant cock as he told the story. I had been so fascinated by the story that I'd not thought of myself, but now I realized that I, too, had an erection.

It was almost dawn when Mar finished showing the film of Sandy and me, and many of the people had begun to drift off down the stairs. The music had stopped and gone home, the smoking and drinking had subsided too.

I had thought of nothing all evening but Marlis. "Save some for me," she had said.

Before the sun came up, I fell asleep on one of the big pillows near the bandstand. I was vaguely aware of the bouncer dismantling the bandstand and of Marlis lying down next to me and drawing something over the two of us.