Chapter 10
It was "Marrieds* night" at the orgy and a swapping good night it was. For once Vivi decided to accompany me (although she claimed that it was I who refused to be with her during the last half of the tour), along with the black couple, Lester and Billie Phillips, and the couple from the Midwest, Hiram and Hannah Smith. The Buschells and Gros-sells said they were too tired: the tour had exhausted them. However Vivi told me that Myron Buschell told her that they had planned a private swap of their own back at the hotel.
Frankly I was surprised that the Phillips and the Smiths agreed to come. Both couples had kept pretty much to themselves on the trip, and often we discovered that they had "gotten lost"-always at night. In the morning they'd show up at breakfast looking pretty haggard, but when we asked them where they had gotten to they always changed the subject. At one time it crossed my mind that the four of them were going out together, but I dismissed that fairly fast. It never worked point for point.
Anyway we arrived pretty late and the orgy was in full swing. If you've ever come in to anything-a party, for example-in the middle of things it can be pretty off-putting. Especially at an orgy. In New York there's always someone there to answer the door, take your coat, and give you a drink or a joint. The whole thing is really self-conscious and you always want to leave the moment you walk in. But you don't. Sometimes things turn out all right but a lot of the time they don't. Too many people get drunk or stoned. Too many people try to outdo each other. Too many people, period.
In Rome you just walk in ... and you take it from there. There's an air of wholesome decadance about orgies in Europe, especially in Rome. It's their tradition. In New York the whole thing stinks of Wonder Bread and new furniture.
Vivi at times can be pretty hung up on etiquette and tonight she was chewing my ear off about introducing ourselves to our host and hostess. Compliments of Ennio and Anna. And so on. I finally talked her out of it. They knew we were coming, and anyway -how could they miss us. We reeked "Ameri- can.
The house was off the Via Veneto and needless to say we couldn't find it (at the last minute we decided to walk there). When we finally did we couldn't find them-the people. The house was gigantic: it must have had at least 26 rooms. We finally decided to strip down in one of the bedrooms and make a more logical search. After what seemed like hours (pleasant hours at that: I had my eyes on
Billie's beautiful black flesh) we discovered they were in what we call the basement. Only it was an underground cavern, akin to those underground passageways that run under the Vatican. The passageways were lit by lamps and the walls were whitewashed. Everywhere we saw pillows and cushions in a wide variety of colors and shapes.
When we walked into the "main" room we couldn't believe our eyes. Tables had been placed along the walls and were heaped and spread with food. Liquor was literally flowing from the mouths of silver lions in enormous silver bowls. And the people-the people seemed as though they had arrived straight from "La Dolce Vita." The women were all statuesque beauties with tits like watermelons, and the men were short and tanned, with heavy pricks.
Vivi forgot sex for the moment and headed for the food; I headed for Billie Phillips. Lester headed for Hannah and Hiram, good old Hiram, headed straight for a small circle of Italians who were busily, if not merrily, buggering each other. He, I can tell you, didn't bother to introduce himself-he jumped right in, his prick waving in the air, his rough, though muscular, body moving like a thresher.
"That Hiram really knows where it's at," said Billie, her voice husky and soft.
I was a little surprised by her comment. I looked at her but her face was cool. I was curious to know if she was speaking from observation or from personal experience, but I didn't want to ask. Instead I stared at her, taking in her whole body with my eyes, tasting her flesh with my tongue. Billie was a real beauty-a knockout. She was almost as tall as myself, but her Afro hair gave her a few extra inches. Her skin was a dark honey color. Smooth to look at and smooth, I suspected, to touch. Her arms and legs were long and slim and her fingers were covered with rings. Her tits were big and heavy, the areolas large and light brown. Her nipples stood straight out, as though that was their natural stance. Her patch was very black and curly and it looked as though it had been shaved to form a semicircle on top.
Before I knew what was happening Billie had draped her arms around me and sat me down on one of the pillows. Her hand immediately searched out my balls and while she gently tickled their surface she spoke to me. "I hear you know where it's at too. But maybe that was fust talk. People talk. I never pay too much heed to them< I like to be shown,..."
Her touch, coupled with her words (and her challenge) produced in me an instant erection. Billie looked down at it and smirked. "Well, they weren't lying about that. I can see it. You have one of the biggest pricks I ever saw, big and delicious looking." She touched the tip then bent over and kissed it. Her breasts brushed my thighs and a nice warmth ran through me, especially in the area of my groin.
"Man, you are big," she said, looking at my prick and "clicking" her tongue.
I thought for a minute, then put my hand between her legs. Her flesh felt good and tight and very inviting. Her patch felt bristly. And she was wet. Just a little bit wet. Again my groin was suffused with warmth. Finally I said, "Looking doesn't tell you much, does it?"
She didn't answer. Instead she bent down and took my balls in her mouth and "hummed" a few times. Then she sat up again and kissed me, kissed me like no one has ever kissed me. My mouth and lips and tongue felt as though they had been raped when she finished (and she took a long time over it, I can tell you, a very long time).
With half a mind I wanted to be raped by her and with the other half I wanted to ravish her, ravish her so brutally, so wonderfully that she'd never be able to forget me. My fingers sought her hole and then entered it with a slam. She groaned. I held her by the shoulders and forced in my fingers once again, pushing her down and at the same time pushing them up. She was like a deep, dark cavern, a mysterious beauty with unmined charms. The pulsations of my prick told me that I should get into her right away, but my mind told me differently.
I pushed her back on the pillows and opened up her legs. Her flesh gleamed in the light and her pussy shone wetly. I ate her clit like a man who has been starved for it Her flesh tasted sweet and her clit was big. It swelled in my mouth and tasted even sweeter by the minute.
She moaned soft words and spread her legs still further so that her whole pussy was on view. Her lips were a light pink-brown, very long and very thick. I took them between my fingers and spread them, moving the fingertips lightly across the inside, spreading her lips just a bit further each time. Her fluids now were flowing and the sight of them dripping from her cunt and down to her asshole, her neat black asshole, drove me into a fit of excitement. I concentrated on my erection, almost prayed I wouldn't have to come so soon. I didn't want to disappoint her, especially after all those stories she had heard.
Her hole seemed to widen in front of my eyes, its mysteries unfolding to me. I opened my mouth fully and took her all in between my lips. My tongue shot into her, lapping up her juices, licking her flesh. Again she moaned and strange, almost nonsensical, words came out of her. "Oh baby, oh baby. You are a winner, a really fine winner. Do it to me, eat me, oh you...." I drew out her lips then blew into her open, steaming hole. She screamed and laughed and called out, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Baby, fuck me. So good. So fine."
I moved closer to her and then I swung my body on top of her in a 69 position. My aim was perfect: she took my prick between her teeth, bit it sharply all along the stem, and then "hummed" on it as hard as she could. Her mouth, too, was like a cavern and with each suck she took me in a little more, salivating furiously, biting me, bringing her tongue round and round my raging prick. Her hands reached up and fingered my balls, delicately at first and then more fiercely. She molded them between her fingers as though they were pieces of clay* bringing them forward over my rod then around my thighs and finally stuffing them as far as they would go into the crack in my ass.
My own movements gained momentum. I took her patch in my mouth, its bristly hairs tickling the sides of my lips. Then I plunged in three of the fingers of my right hand into her warm wet hole and two fingers of my left up her ass. She tightened her muscles around them, calling out "Fuck fuck fuck," and began to gyrate her hips around my finger pistons. Deeper and deeper I plunged into her, tearing at her flesh, opening her, arousing her to a screaming ecstasy.
"Fuck me, man, fuck me, do your thing with that prick of yours, do it, man, do it," she yelled to me, her words humming in my prick.
She was ready. Quickly I swung her around to the dog position and got in back of her. Both her luscious, liquidy holes were presented to me in all their fullness. My cock felt bullish, ready to burst into her, explode in her, drive her wild with wonder. I aimed and rammed into her cunt and she screamed. I quickly withdrew, opening up her asshole with my fingers. I aimed and slammed into her. She screamed a deafening scream and then yelled back to me, "Do it, baby, do it." I withdrew slowly from her ass and shot into her cunt once again. This was the rhythm and she followed it to a T. Slam, suck, slam, suck, slam, suck. My body shook from the fierceness of my fucks and with each one she answered it with a preciseness of her hips, her thighs, her cunt, and her ass.
"Thata baby, thata girl, you're great, the greatest, the best fuck around. Move that ass, move it, move it," I yelled to her. Faster and faster we went, fucking in joy, in passion.
Just then I felt a burning sensation in my ass and I turned around: it was Hiram, his cock red and meaty, his eyes on fire. He was taking aim, he was fucking me from the back, fucking us in perfect time to our rhythm.
"Keep it up, Vic, sir. This is real nice," he yelled to me, his voice hoarse. "I can take it for just as long as you can, maybe longer."
"Do it, Hiram, do it," I yelled back to him, my cock rampant, my asshole burning.
I looked up and BilHe met my stare. She smiled at me, her beautiful face streaming with sweat. Suddenly one of the Italian men approached her, kissed her on both cheeks, and presented his cock to her face. I saw her head surge forward to grab it, suck it, eat it. I saw his face, his chest, his flashing thighs. He looked ecstatic, fired by his ecstasy, rising, burning, almost ready to explode.
"Good, good," he called to me, and just as he did I saw Vivi walk up to him and throw herself into his arms. He laughed wildly and grabbed her by the tits, pulling at them, clawing at them, working them over. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Oooohhhhh," she cried, her body heaving, her hips grinding.
Slam, suck, slam, suck, slam, suck. I moaned and cried out, clawing at Billie's body with a gusto. "Yes, man, do it," I heard her say. "Oh yes."
Suddenly I heard Vivi laugh and I glanced up. I couldn't believe it-couldn't believe that Hannah was hugging her, kissing her, sliding down her body, her nailmarks in Vivi's skin. Eight before she bent over to take Vivi's cunt in her mouth she yelled to Hiram. "Get along there and show 'em. You show 'em Hiram." Then she got on her knees, arched her back, opened up Vivi's legs and dove into her with her tongue. Her hand was planted firmly on Vivi's stomach and she was rubbing it, pressing it, pinching the soft folds of flesh. "Ohhhh," called Vivi. "You're driving me crazy, it's so good, do it, Hannah, do it, you fabulous woman, do it to me, lick me till I'm dry, take it from me, take it, baby. OhKhhhhhh."
My asshole was ablaze and each muscle of my body strained to keep itself going just a little bit longer. I couldn't give up now and I couldn't blow my load-I was literally caught between the devil and the deep blue sea and neither of them showed any signs of flagging. My cock was raw from fucking and flashes of pain and pleasure leapt through me like hot flares.
A glance at Hannah rejuvenated me. In ecstasy she was really pretty and the curve of her back and her slim ass was surely a sight to behold. But I wasn't the only one who found her charms appealing. Billie certainly did. "Hey, Lester, look at that woman, all alone and nobody doing nothing to her. You come here less I give you a sound beating when we get back."
Lester, at that moment, was embroiled* with one of the Sophia Loren types over at the other side of the room. When Billie spoke to him he listened, and before I could slam Billie's cunt for the umpteenth time he dashed over to Hannah,, opened up her hole, and rammed into her. "Yes, man, she is good," he called back to his wife. "Moving those hips like a tornado...."
"Sophia" followed him and she was followed by others. Seconds later I felt the whole chain give a shake and shudder. My ears vibrated to the cries and the moans, the sucks, the slams, the hums, and the bangs. The whole room seemed to explode like a bomb, the bodies bobbing and turning and twisting. The vision of wet cunts, wet pricks, wet tits, wet asses. Going higher in the flames, rising up, rising, rising.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I screamed and the chant was picked up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," called the voices, heavy and straining and hoarse.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I answered, my body telling me, commanding me, ordering me to explode.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," called the writhing crowd.
Suddenly I heard a shout above the rest, it was Vivi, Vivi's voice, she was yelling in ecstasy, "Now, now, now."
Almost simultaneously the chant went up, ripping through the steaming air. "Now, now, now."
I felt my prick lurch forward, I felt the whole chain shake, I felt myself shoot niy load, shot into by Hiram, the whole group of us coming, coming, a whirlpool of wetness of sweat and semen and gism.
There were screams of delight, moans of ecstasy, sighs of pleasure. "Now, now, now," we yelled.
"Now."
"Now, now, now," I could hear myself yelling, rising again, shooting my load, shuddering at its impact throughout the chain.
"Ohhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhh."
And we all fell down.