Chapter 3
Powell Street was quiet for eleven-thirty at night The street of midnight activity seemed to have taken the night off.
One of the girls, the whores I mean, passed me on the right and walked on ahead, her slim little ass swinging under her tight white mini. She didn't pay any attention to me. A trick is a trick and they don't waste any time on any who aren't I saw her cast a significant glance at a man in a gray -business suit and huff on by when he paid her no attention, trying to make it seem he had made a pass at her!
Across the street I saw Don holding down his corner like he has for the last three years, selling his papers. The Barb, the Hard Core. It was his living. I had met him the first night I'd been in town. He was who you asked to find out what was going on. He greeted me amicably.
"Have you seen a tall blonde chick, waiting for someone?"
Before he could answer I heard a voice. "Paul?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned.
"You know Sandy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for her."
"Come on," the man nodded and turned.
"You ever been to one of Melinda's parties before," he asked as I followed him down the street
The man was in his late thirties, his hair was thin and black, receding a bit at the front his tall, thin frame had the lift of excitement about it. He looked at me and grinned as though his life depended on it.
"You got a treat in store for you," he announced.
"Is Sandy there?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
The party was in a loft in North Beach. We climbed up four stories from the bright lights of the Broadway entrance, a small door in the side of a building, the kind you'd never notice. I actually heard the party from the street but I didn't realize what I was hearing until we had climbed closer.
The party was in full swing. The door opened to a secret knock. I thought the secrecy a little elaborate until the door opened. Inside was a room about the size of a basketball court, crammed full with people. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light a shot of adrenalin went through me; most of the people were nude. My heart began racing with such astonishing speed, sending blood to every extremity of my body, that I could do nothing but stand still and gape. Someone spoke to me, but I didn't answer.
The room was full of people, naked or dressed in strange single items, a leather belt, a brocade vest, a dangling feather boa. A fur, a hat, boots, stockings. I could take in only one thing at a time.
They were squeezing by each other, pressing, pushing, handling and moving. The sweat glistened on every body. The roar of talk was all but silenced by the hot blare of a rock band in the far corner. Even the musicians were stark naked under hot, colored lights. Strobes did their sensual flicker here and there in the room.
Directly in front of the door, in a strong orange light, a woman looked up, an expression of near ecstasy on her face and a hazy smile of greeting. She was entirely nude but for a wide leather belt around her waist. Sitting on the floor between her legs I could see the broad back of a man, his face was buried in her crotch, his hands clung to the back of her thighs.
I could hear the wet, slurping noises as the man's mouth nuzzled between her lips. She buried her hands in the curly black mop of hair between her legs and rubbed her crotch hard against his face.
A couple stood watching them, still and silent The man wore a gigantic erection. I caught glimpses of other naked bodies flashing and glimmering, half prominent in the flickering light half in the secrecy of shadows. A man stood pretending to talk to a woman sitting on a table, but his cock had slipped up over the edge of the table and was sneaking in and out of her cunt while they talked.
There was the smell of alcohol and marijuana smoke was heavy in the room, A large, pale skinned man stood while a very dark-skinned girl wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him with obvious passion. Her pelvis fitted against his and she undulated with open lasciviousness. He rotated his hips forward so she could more easily find a protuberance upon which to rub herself. A heavy smile spread over his face. His hands moved easily over her back and pulled her hard against him. He pushed and squeezed the dark flesh of her buttocks, spreading the cheeks and pulling her up off the floor so her weight was supported entirely on his hands, which, in turn, tipped her against the rapidly swelling white column between them. They twisted and gyrated for several minutes and an audience gathered, grinning, watching and murmuring encouragement
Suddenly the passionate couple drew apart. A sigh of disappointment went up from the crowd. The man's cock was still rigid, however, the dark girl's thighs were wet. His eyes held the sleepy length. Stepping back, his gaze devoured her dark body, his breath became so heavy his shoulders moved in a rhythmic heaving.
He reached out, taking one of the dark nipples between his fingers and looked into her beautiful dark eyes. Without removing her eyes from his, she reached out and the end of his pole disappeared inside her hand. For several minutes they played with each other in this way, his hands exploring her body quickly, pulling her to him, darting into folds and crevices, probing, picking, stroking her twisting, turning flesh until she groaned for the final act to begin.
Suddenly I was aware of two things. First, I was still fully clothed, and second, I had a painful erection trapped under my pants. I could not take my eyes off his big white hand kneading her soft, dark belly and then slipping down into the dripping triangle between her thighs, but I began to fumble at my clothes.
Still, I could not take my gaze from the scene in front of me. When it seemed the man was about to lift her off the floor and enter her, she spun herself around in his arms, I felt a stab of disappointment, thinking she was, after all, not going through with it, when suddenly she leaned over, presenting him with the brown globes of her buttocks. Deftly his fingers grabbed her hips while he spread the guardians of her back entrance so I could see the tiny rubbery ring of her anus. His cock was aimed directly at the entrance, still he seemed to hesitate.
"Come on," she gasped. "Come on."
A look of uncertainty passed over his face.
"Fuck my ass!" she shouted at him in a strained voice.
Now a large crowd had gathered. The scene had become the focus of the room. Even couples, who were themselves in acts of love, stopped to watch.
The big white-skinned man spit quickly in one of his hands and rubbed the head of his cock with spittle. His cockhead had turned angry red and flared out over the shaft. It looked unlikely that it could possibly be pushed into the small anal opening.
The girl, impatient now beyond waiting, reached around behind her without standing up and grabbed the angry cockhead and pulled it forward. She squeezed the blunt head and pressed it against her.
"Get it in!" she shouted at him. "Don't worry about hurting me."
With that, he grabbed her hips hard between his giant hands and parting the cheeks to the fullest, pushed against the pink-brown opening. A gasp of pain crossed her lips, but he was no longer concerned with her, and he pushed harder.
No one breathed as all eyes watched the dark sphincter open slowly and swallow the massive white erection that was being forced into it. A gasp went out of the audience, as well as the dark girl, as the head disappeared inside and the tiny mouth distended, shut around it.
The man groaned loudly as his massive white column slid impossibly out of sight into the dark, bent-over body. A hoarse gasp shuddered through the girl.
"How do you want it?" the man demanded. "You want it fast?"
The dark girl could do nothing but shake her head. Yes, she wanted it fast. He withdrew and once again it seemed impossible that such a giant instrument could be put away in such a tiny place. The more he drew out of her the more incredible it seemed. He withdrew entirely. He was breathing hard, his body twitched with desire, yet he held back from a second attack; perhaps to make her beg for more, perhaps because he, himself, had experienced pain in the tightness of her ass.
Then, suddenly, with the air of a man plunging into extremely cold water, with his breath held, I saw him gather his muscles and determination and with one hard thrust drive the stake to the hilt.
The woman screamed out her painful satisfaction as he ripped in and out of her anus, holding her hips with his hands and driving into her with his pelvis. At the same time he pulled her against him, the driving, slamming of their bodies seemed unendurably brutal.
Suddenly the man's legs began to quiver and his body seemed to convulse. He slipped his arms around the girl's waist and, leaning back on his own bent knees, picked her up off the floor so she sat directly on the huge pike and received her potion of his spurting, white male fluid.
I almost felt my own orgasm coming on, so powerful and unexpected was this display. Then a pretty brunette, whom I had never seen before, detached herself from the crowd and put her arms around my neck. Her eyes were heavy and dreamy, her breasts stood out to me like separate round invitations. She nuzzled my neck with her warm moist lips and then, just as quickly as she had appeared, disappeared into the crowd.
I pushed into the crowd after her, sliding by some middle-aged woman's backside, my cock dragging over her rump. Hands reached out and touched me unnecessarily as I passed. I look for Sandy, but not seriously. I was really just moving, happy to be feeling high and be among so many naked bodies. Hands grabbed me and let go, darting quickly between my legs to cop a feel. Weird. I wondered what kind of a party Sandy would invite me to and tried again to find her. Then I remembered my greeter. I decided to look for her instead of Sandy.
As I wove my way through the crowd, I flinched against the hands, but they were so numerous I gave up and let them do what they liked, enjoying the sliding groping.
"I'm Marcy, this is Teddie," I heard a girl's voice say off to my right. I turned around, wondering if she had been speaking to me. Her eyes looked directly into mine.
"What's your name?"
I almost gave her a phony name, but what the hell. "Paul," I said.
"We were just discussing the Sexual Freedom League," she said. She was drunk, you can always tell the stoned from the drunk. The dope makes your eyes water and look far away, dreamy; alcohol makes them bleary.
I fell into the kiss she forced on me, pulling her full body against me, letting my hands slide down her back. I lifted and pressed her against me with my hands under her ass. I was already incredibly excited. I like that, cupping my hands under a woman's buns and pulling her up so I can reach her lips.
"That's for hello." Her voice was tiny and lost. She slid out of my arms and pushed her way back into the mass of milling naked bodies without another word. My frustration was mounting, then I remembered again...Sandy. I should ask for her.
I started to ask the next passerby, a gorgeous blonde, but she handed me a joint and after I had taken several drags everything, of course, started looking different.
I looked around, seeing the room, itself, for the first time. It was incredible. The walls were of rough wood. On them hung a welter of ornately framed oil paintings and stark photographic blowups of phalluses. The ceiling was a canopy of glass, a skylight so large, huge iron beams were required to hold it in place. From these beams hung a wealth of hammocks, reed basket chairs and huge pots overhung with ferns and vines, some of which hung as far as the floor. In addition to the hanging furniture, the floors were strewn with rugs, huge pillows and divans and chairs, of all descriptions.
From the very center of the skylight, where all the iron beams peaked, hung a huge modernistic chandelier with its jutting flanges of black iron lighting the room. From this gigantic, floating monster, beams of light reached out even to the furtherest corner of the room. Strobes further illuminated areas with their sensual flicker, blue lights, orange and red provided no privacy, even behind clusters of plants or macramé curtains.
Then Marcy was back.
"Here, would you like a little champagne?"
She held out her glass to me but succeeded only in spilling it down my front.
"Oh, goodness!" She looked up at me, little girl pensively. "We had better not let that go to waste."
I saw her tongue dart out through her thin lips. She started on my chest, her little pink tongue lapped at the thick hair, apparently trying to get the spilled champagne. At my navel, she licked avidly, some had been trapped there.
Then, as casually as a cat cleans her kittens, her tongue slid down into my pubic hair and around the base of my cock. It jumped out against her cheek as she lapped up my balls.
The people around us started taking an interest. I had a sudden freezing flash of paranoia at being the object of so many pairs of eyes.
"There," she said. There was simple satisfaction in her voice. "I hate to see champagne go to waste." She stood up and turned away from me. I was getting furious at the disappearing prick teasers I had encountered so far. My prick was rigid and my blood racing through my body.
"Bitch," I yelled at her. Several people laughed. I dragged my hard-on through the crowd of bodies, which changed from orange to blue to red as the strobe light did its thing, trying pointlessly not to get slime all over everybody. I made my way toward the band near the opposite wall.
They were on a bandstand about three feet high. The music had a heavy throbbing beat to it. A girl, dressed in nothing but a mink collar and a few long strings of beads, with wild stringy hair, was singing, accompanied by a trumpet and two guitars, plus a young black guy beating an orgiastic bongo.
The singer was no beauty, but her crotch-was at eye level. I began getting angry at the blonde as I felt my stomach tighten the way it does when I've got to have it Like a big hand is squeezing my gut from the bottom up 'til I can't take a deep breath.
I looked into this girl's crotch and thought only of how it would open. I could see the little flashes of pink lips as she gyrated to the demands of the music, at times almost grinding her hips. The hanging beads swayed with her rhythm, hiding nothing. I realized with a jolt that she is having her sex. She didn't need me or any man, she was pouring her sex into that prick of a mike she held in her hand, rolled between her palms, almost slobbering on. But nonetheless I watched and thought what it would be like to slide my rod up there between those dark wet lips of hers, take her hand off that silver hand cock, maybe.
Out of the crowd, next to the bongo man, everyone was suddenly aware of a little black chick. She was about four feet tall, but built to perfection on a small scale. She was trying to climb onto the bandstand. Someone gave her a boost in the ass, taking a feel at the same time and grinning at the crowd around him.
On one corner of the stage she found a little room and began a squatting, bouncing, twirling dance. She went crazy. The singer moved a little, to the right with her silver peter, giving the little black chick more space.
All at once she fell flat on the floor! After a moment her hot dark eyes began to stare out into the audience, looking from one man to another.
Suddenly I realized she was looking for a partner. Embarrassment, uncertainty and hope tumbled in my guts. I couldn't dance and she was looking at me, smiling at me! Saying, come on, big boy, let's dance.
My mind whirled, trying to focus.
"I can't dance," I shouted unnecessarily, because the music had stopped all at once.
The girl with the mike still between her hands, her wild hair and hands moving around, her sweat-slicked face, was looking down and grinning at me. Everyone was looking at me. Grinning faces.
Will he? Will he climb up on the bandstand with the little black chick? Will he, is he up to it?
Desperately I tried to focus my attention. I was stoned, but I was horny as hell. I felt my knees bend and I realized with a shock that I was climbing up on the bandstand.
The black girl rose to me like a cobra to a mongoose, the music resumed, slowly the bongo picked up its beat
"Boom...boom," in no hurry to catch up, the drummer beat out his rhythm.
I stood up over her and she lifted herself off the floor, just like a snake, swaying to the music. She was a dancer...what she could do with her body! The thought crossed my mind that she was hired to do this! Hired to lure someone out of the audience for a display.
Somehow my body picked up the music and I began to feel the strange music swaying in me. She rose from the floor between my feet and my body moved to the music in time with hers. I didn't care how I looked, the music moved through me like hot, colored smoke and she came up off her belly.
She swayed on her knees in front of me, her small black, perfect breasts bouncing with the beat of the bongo, almost separate from the rest of her dance. I felt my feet planted wide apart in the middle of the stage. At last she was on her feet, too, facing me, looking up at me, fully in the face. I heard the thump, thump, thump of her heels hitting the floor, shaking her entire flesh in time to the bongo, which was going faster and faster.
Someone yelled, "Come on, Teeny. Come on, baby!" For a moment it brought the huge crowd back to me, for a moment I saw all of them looking at us; sweating, half a grin on their faces. They're getting it on.
Then I felt my heels bounce on the floor, my timing catching up again with her and the bongo. The crowd went mad, shouting crazily. We didn't stop pounding our heels on the floor, but slowly she moved her feet out arid away, wider and turned out. She started leaning over backward, leaning over without stopping the shaking rhythm, like she was going under a limbo stick. She raised her hips and her little furry muff, all wet and open, to me. I looked down and saw the bright, pink slit inside her black-skinned lips. Her hands hit the floor in a full backbend and she spread her legs more and raised her little dark cunt into the air toward me.
I bent my knees a little down under her butt and slid my thighs down under her until my balls covered her crotch and my cock stretched up over her black belly. I heard a clapping and roar. Slowly I crouched backward, leaving a long shiny trail of juice on her belly. I pulled back until I could guide myself down, down through the dense forest of hair and slip into the top of her cunt, pressing the lips open, seeing their pink insides as they slip up and hold my prick head, pumping juice to wet it with and make it slippery.
I had the terrible feeling that I was about to lose my balance. I took her hips in my hands and held myself up. Bending my knees a little more, I leaned further and pulled back with my hips. My cockhead slipped down through the fantastic pink slit, slipped down the hot, slippery lips of her cunt. I felt her clit slip by.
A shudder raged through my body, almost as though I was going to fall over. I pulled harder with my hips, letting my head, fall back further, holding onto her hips with my hands, gripping tightly. It was unbelievable how sturdy she was. Then my cock slipped down under the bridge that marks the difference between the false shallow lips of a woman and the long empty tunnel that swallows a man.
I crouched closer now and pushed inch by inch into her. I could see her little black body swallowing my long, ivory stake and I knew some of the crowd was feeling her cunt close around their own hard pricks. I was aware of the sudden hush that fell over them, almost as though they were one huge body writhing in my passion.
She was little and right, the hot fleshly tissues of her deep inside flesh crowded in and pulled at me, sucking me in until my roots were planted against her crotch and my legs were strained in an impossible crouch.
She let out a long low howl! Her hips began to undulate against me. A cheer leapt out of the crowd and the music blared wildly and Teeny began fucking me frantically, in time to the music.
Still in her backbend, she managed to pull herself up on me, but not so far, never so far that I would slip out, never losing me. She straightened her legs and came up on her toes. I felt the sucking and pulling deep in her insides as she ripped it off me; then she arched her belly up and slid down over me, pushed herself down on me, sheathing me in her body like a warm sock pulling down over an outstretched foot. Her control was fantastic, but mine wasn't. I felt I was about to fall over on my back. I must have wavered or something, because one of the guys in the band jumped up and grabbed his stool and slid it under my ass; my legs gave out and I fell down on it.
So Teeny was free! She leapt over me and impaled herself again. I hung on to the stool and leaned back, she put her feet under my ass on the stool and ran up and down on me until my cock was stretched out like he was reaching into her for something. Then she put her hands in the middle of my belly and squatted, slamming her hips harder and harder, up and down, ramming herself down, taking full penetration each time, pushing against me, getting her clit into it, bending against me so that my cock shaft rubbed hard against the bone over the top of her tunnel and the head dug into the bottom of the channel until my head spun and I fell back with just my hips on the stool, my legs hanging over one side, my body hanging over the other. My head hit the floor and I opened my eyes. I was looking directly into the crowd; directly in front of me, looking into my face, was Sandy!
All my senses ran from my mind, I was a volcano laid out over a stool, a volcano shooting hot lava through a tower into a hot, black, sucking cunt goddess.
She made terrible noises, choked and groaned, her face was contorted as though she'd been stabbed in the guts with a big sword, she grabbed the ivory tower with her black hand and, holding it, pulled herself up off it.
I couldn't stand it, spurts of white globs of lava erupted and fell, catching on her crotch or her thighs, then a long, low yell chased the groans out of her throat and she slammed herself down, crashed down on me, practically breaking my back like a stick over somebody's knee, but I didn't know it until later. I didn't know anything until later when Sandy was helping me into my clothes, without saying anything, kneeling down in front of me, tying my shoes because I couldn't lean over, and holding my jacket, carefully, because I couldn't move my arms back too far.
"Come on, Paul," she was saying. "TO take yon to my place."
I could see she was as high as I was.
"What the fuck kind of dope was that?" I asked.
"I don't know, something Marlis put out."
"Wow." My head was spinning. "Are you as high as I am?" She grinned at me.
"Hey," she said. "Mar wants to come with us, you mind?"
"Mind what?" I tried to catch my mind, which seemed to have dropped off toward the corner of the room.
"If Mar comes with us...."
Slowly I realized what she was saying. Two women!
"No.. . no...."
Fucking two women, I hadn't done that in a long time. Mar.. . Marlis.. . . "Who's Marlis?"
"She owns this place," Sandy said, standing up. "Oh...." That seemed to take care of it.
"Take it easy on her."
Sandy's eyes wandered drowsily in front of mine. I laughed out loud.