Chapter 3
Within the next couple of hours, Perry began to recapture feelings he had almost forgotten. The most important was that sense of acceptance as an individual which Al Parks had personified for him during their high school years. It was obvious that Al's friends were much the same kind of easy, warm people; that they did not judge one first by the color of one's skin, but by one's ideas and interests.
The variety of people was at first surprising, and then' reassuring. The best dressed to the most unkempt. Perry had not known any of the hippie types before, but their out-of-the-ordinary dress and hair styles became an appropriate part of their open personalities. No matter what anyone's style or appearance, the common feature among them was talk. Not the pointless, time-killing, repetitive talk of Marine bull sessions, nor the aimless, hollow fencing so typical of parties and dances; but intense, feeling conversation full of ideas expressed and listened to. Talk ... with minds active behind it, and emotions deeply involved in it.
It was talk rich with reason.
It was talk of direction, always directed toward purposes, idealistic yet weighty. Young people had changed, Perry thought, while trying not to miss anything being said to him. Although there didn't seem to be anyone in the apartment beyond his mid-twenties, the quality of thinking suggested a level of maturity and understanding far beyond that of his buddies in service, or even his classmates during that ill-fated year at college.
Several times, Vicky had materialized out of the crowd to give him a fresh beer, and to join in one of the discussions for a few minutes. He realized he was feeling more at ease in her presence now than earlier; maybe a little less conscious of her blonde beauty, a little more accepting of her relationship with Al. However, he remained acutely aware that she never failed to touch him on each of these occasions. Perhaps there was no more than a gentle hand on his arm, but the contact was definite. And, unsettling for its duration.
It was just after one of these moments, watching her move to another group, and noticing her body in the way he had when they were coming up the stairs, that Perry suddenly thought of sex. Not sex with Vicky, or with anyone he could identify, but the clear idea of close physical contact ... the pressing together, the warmth, the velvety dry brushing, the satiny moist touching, the acceleration of the nerves and muscles, the crashing surf of orgasm, and the long slow, receding tide of happiness spreading throughout his body like a magic medicine.
He noticed that a lot of the talk here was about sex, but not as a dirty silly thing like he heard in bull sessions in the Marines. There was talk of abortion, birth control, side effects of pills, and techniques to help those who were uptight, but sex was always seen in the light of something beautiful that mature persons could deal with.
He was aroused by the talk, and he had to piss. When he asked for the bathroom the person next to him pointed to the door of the black room. "It's at the other end," she .said.
He walked through the dazzle of the white room, aware of his blackness by the contrast. Inside the black room his eyes could see little, because the faint green light did nothing to show him a thing.
As he groped to the outline of a door in the back his pupils expanded, and he was amazed at what he saw. A large number of people were in the room, and they were all nude, or almost that way. He watched for a long time, seeing that many of the bodies were in contact with each other.
To his right there was a boy with his dark-haired girl friend. They were fucking hard, though they made little noise. He could see the boy's ass raise and fall as he plunged his hot cock into the cunt of his lover. The sight of them fucking was not new to him; he had been in group fucks in Vietnam when he went to some of the brothels that were cheaper, but his cock straightened out to see two people accepting sex as a part of their life with such eagerness. And at the same time he felt they had an attitude to what they were doing that was respectful instead of like what a lot of the fellows had in the Marines. The boy had a great tenderness about all he did. His fingers were plunged deep into the ass-hole of his-lover, but he was never too hard with her. His gentle strokes smoothed across the butt of the girl, always taking things easy.
Perry saw the girl move her hand to the boy's crotch. Her fingers touched his balls with gentle lusciousness, caressing him with the full desire she must have had in her. The boy jerked and shook each time her hand stroked along his steaming balls.
Perry knew it was hard for the girl to do that while he was blasting his cock into her pussy, but she evidently was just as interested in giving the boy pleasure as she was in getting it herself. Perry thought that was a good way to be.
The boy's face pressed hard into that of his lover, wagging from side to side as he drilled his kisses into her flesh and made her tremble for joy. She let out several moans of pleasure in a row, and spoke of how she loved it when he wiped his tongue along her lips. It drove her wild with lust. Other couples were fucking in other parts of the room, but they did not disturb each other by a lot of racket.
The boy caressed the tits of his girl friend, smoothing his fingers along them as he continued to plunge his cock into her pussy. His touch at her tits thrilled her. She shook arid trembled from the delicious delights that he gave, and his fingers were steady the whole time.
When he got to her tips, to the nipples that were a dark color in the dim light of the room, she squealed lowly. Her face pressed harder into his with a sudden jerk. The fantastic desire she felt for him made her grind her hips into him with more pressure than before. It seemed as if their bodies were" welded together in their love, that their skins had been joined by the plunging of his cock into her pussy.
He fingered her nipples again and again, listening intently for the sound of her coos and her groans of pleasure. His balls rose and fell while she tickled them. Her kisses became faster as she felt a stronger impulse in herself to screw, and she was almost wrapped around him with her body.
Faster and faster they writhed their naked bodies one into the other. His balls flapped with greater force against her white buns. He was screwing her fast, plunging his cock into her cunt with incredible speed and force. His body thrashed against hers in an endless succession of writhing motions, and he took great pleasure from her touches to his balls, always jerking extra hard when she hit him the the full effects of her caresses there.
The sheer luxury of her cunt made his body so filled with pleasure that he trembled like a leaf from head to toe. He was saturated, had to be, with the amazing pleasure the woman was finding to give to him. His kisses became more sporadic as he lost control because of the way his pleasure was taking over his body.
It was so good, he thought he would scream.
Suddenly he squealed in delight, and his body jerked hard and fast for almost a minute while he pumped his come from the tiny hole in the tip of his prick. His girl friend came simultaneously, grasping his naked flesh with her curled hands and moaning along with him.
Perry moved further down the wall. He had to piss. He saw one of the twin's feeling up Joe's body. He moved to the door of the bathroom and stepped aside from someone whom he could not recognize in the dark. Inside he pissed, tempted to jack off to soothe his tensions, but he turned that down. He knew he could fuck as well as any person in the room, man or woman, but he could not go out there and join in. Something held him back, something he did not totally understand yet.
He finished his piss. Outside in the dark room again he scanned the floor with his now dilated eyes. His vision rested on a couple in a corner of the room. There was no doubt as to who the woman was. Few persons could have that kind of hair and that kind of streamlined body. He watched while Vicky placed her head in Al's crotch.
She fooled with his balls, cupping them in her fingers, twirling them as much as she could, snaking her lithe tips into his body and soothing his nerves. The look on Al's face told that he was having a good time from this effort of his lover.
Vicky maneuvered one hand to the ass-hole of the man she was fondling. She drilled two fingers far into his passages, struggling to get them in all the way to the knuckles so that she could give him all possible pleasure that he could bear.
His moans were only slightly audible in keeping with the quiet, dream-like nature of the room. His body writhed with an easy motion, one that resembled that of Hawaiian dancers in some old movie. His flesh seemed to crinkle from the effects of her ministrations to his balls and his cock.
Vicky toyed for a long time with his balls, not giving him head until he was as hot as fire for the feel of her wet mouth soothing his shiny skin. Her fingers drummed a series of delightful caresses into him that made him jerk when she was especially affected by them.
Vicky had a body from out of this world. Every line in her frame was a good one. Every time she moved the fantastic lusciousness of her carriage made itself evident. She was a perfect specimen of the female body, and her lust was directed at the hardened cock of her lover, Al, who was there by her side.
Her lips covered the flesh which stuck out from his crotch, and he moaned with a loud gasp once when she finally had him inside her. Her mouth worked frantically at his cock, her lips pressing into his naked flesh, and her tongue sometimes going outside as it swept in long strokes against her lover's walls.
He reeled in pleasure from the affection she gave to him. Fiery delights streamed through all parts of his naked body, and he jerked continually as he felt her ministrations getting to him deeper and deeper with every second that passed.
Time stood half still in this darkened room. What would have been fast and flighty in the white, well lit room was slow and easy here, sensuous in its appearance and nature, seducing in its character. Her touches to his balls and his ass-hole filled him to the brim' with pleasure, and his lust grew stronger than it had ever been in his past fucks.
She roamed about his pole, his hardened pole whose throbbing veins she could feel with her fingers. The touch of her tongue was something that made him feel like a real man in all parts of his nude flesh. Her fingers in his ass-hole drove with more and more power into the snaking membranes he had there. Her lust to serve him seemed to have no bounds, and his pleasure at being pleased was not in the least manner concealed from her.
He rubbed his fingers into her scalp, massaging her there to give her delight, at the same time pushing her face more firmly into his crotch that she could better cover his pole. His cock was completely taken into her warm oral cavity, and the wonders that he felt had him writhing more than ever.
When he spurted into her the drops of his come that she could not take down slipped to the floor. Her mouth worked hard to get all of it in her throat, for she wanted to have that part of him inside her. His body shook hard and steel-like while he creamed into her the passion of his cock and his balls.
As soon as he was done coming he pulled her to him, kissing her hard, pressing his face against hers, skin against skin, bone against bone, hard driving lips careening into hard driving lips. The magnificent feelings in her made her legs stretch out so that her beautiful ass was evident to view.
Al rolled on top of her. His cock was already getting hard again as she rubbed her hand along its entire length. Whenever she hit the tip it jerked upward. Her legs were opened, waiting for the second when that pole could be inside it.
Then he was there, pushing his whole body forward to help himself drive that shaft far into the interiors of her walls. Her groans of delight were all that anyone needed to hear to know just how much she was enjoying what he was giving to her. The sheer delight of her experience with his pole was there for all to see and hear, though she maintained the same quiet manner of moaning as did the others in the room.
Perry did not stay to see the end. Vicky was an expensively dressed white tramp. He was confused by the feelings that struggled in him, hardly able to pick out the opposing factions and see what they were. Once inside the white room he closed his eyes until he adjusted them to the light by opening them a few seconds at a time. At least he could see well here.