Chapter 1

It was one huge motherfucker of an estate that sat high above Strawberry Canyon. There were rolling green lawns, two tennis courts, indoor-outdoor swimming pool. The house sat like a nipple on the crest of a tit-shaped hill and before it there was a wide swooping driveway circling down to the main road. There was a pond with lily pads and peacocks and swans. To one side of the house were the servants' quarters over a five-car garage. Parked along the driveway were Ferraris, a Lancia convertible, two Cadillac limousines and a host of old Volkswagens. There were monstrous trees surrounding the entire estate, which gave the flavor of New England. Far below lay the beautiful U.C. Berkeley campus.

Dorie Johnson and Marilyn Davis sat in one of the used Volkswagens, while Marilyn gave Dorie time to gather her courage. Dorie lit a cigarette and nervously asked, "Who owns this place? I never knew it was here."

"An upperclassman, Harry Horsesnagle. His folks left this pad to him. He's also the chairman of the E.X.P.T. Freedom League."

"I remember now. He's a real asshole. He got busted by the Berkeley police for jacking off on Telegraph Avenue."

"The same. And listen, Dorie, don't be a tight-ass bitch tonight. It's the end of the semester-summer vacation is here, let's have some fun, huh?"

Just as Dorie had suspected, there were mostly hippie types inside the party-the new breed. The sound of their chatter seemed to indicate they were all pretty heavy into their political beliefs. After being introduced to the host, Dorie hurriedly grabbed up a drink to have something to do with her hands. Marilyn stood beside her rattling off (Dorie would kill her if she walked off and left her stranded with all these strangers; she would never forgive her) at the mouth, pretending to be as hip as the others were.

For a while Dorie, Marilyn, and the hostess, a girl named Christina, stood there in the front room and chatted. Christina had been smoking a joint and she passed it to Marilyn, and it finally came around to Dorie.

The conversation was a little different than from what Dorie expected. Christina had a mind, and she was into politics, the Women's Liberation thing, and generally not lingering on balling too much, almost as if fucking was the same as having a cocktail with dinner. These girls seemed truly concerned with opening up their minds. Dorie felt hope, because it was not every day she found another female who went into herself. It was not often that she could find anyone to talk to except Marilyn, her roommate. She began to feel better about the whole thing, but there were some heavy questions she would like to lay on these two liberated, sex-starved females. But she would find out all she wanted to know about each girl there and her character.

While they chatted idly, Dorie looked Christina over, doing it without distracting from their conversation. Christina was an exquisite-looking, tall, voluptuous brunette. She had a gift of projecting her warm personality, and the warmth was contagious. Her figure was well-proportioned with the height and slenderness of a fashion model-lovely tits and rounded, flowing hips. For the time being, she had on a straight dress, short and with a most revealing deep neckline. It was similar to the one Dorie was wearing, only Dorie had selected a shift. She loved the way it felt so sensual over her skin, how slippery the material was, and it was easy to wear. It was short enough, and roomy enough, just in case she should happen, as she hoped, to get into any compromising positions.

Then the party started. They had meditation for twenty minutes, and suddenly, everybody was in love with everybody else. It seemed to Dorie that everybody was trying desperately not to embarrass anyone there. They were extremely polite and understanding. Maybe it was the grass she was smoking-but things slowed down. Then bang! Some spirit had placed a giant glass over her body, and she isolated herself, slid off into her own thing. She began to hear the voice of her subconscious coming to the forefront of all that was happening at the party. Ideas and thoughts about fucking she had never dreamt would be in her subconscious sent hot tingles over her lush body.

There was a bubbling sensation settling in the mouth of her cunt-hole. It was as if her pussy had suddenly awakened its own subconscious and wanted in on the fun. Then her pussy's thirst became predominant and an ache throbbed in her groin-some randy body had crawled under her skirt, draped himself around both thighs, and was now teasing her cunt to death. It was as though all the dams of cuntal restriction had burst to force the flood, and threaten not only to burst her bubbly pussy-bubble, but split her ass as well. It was too strange and Dorie did not like it. Her bodily functions had turned upside down and the physical need seemed to be pushing her logic into an antiquated little corner. She kept hearing herself saying: I want to fuck, I want to fuck. I want one of these boys to fuck me, bang my pussy and suck on my clitoris.

She sat down quickly, before the lusty feeling ran away with her. Oh, that felt so delicious to sit down. Then she remembered-sitting down sometimes made it worse. She froze and sent out questionnaires throughout her body's computer system and the data-all flashed back positive. Her thighs felt like pillows and her cunt was as hot as if someone was holding a hot poker under her ass. The poker kept gliding smoothly over the lump of her cunt. The long hairy slit frizzled and steamed, heat flying up the inside tunnel. She felt as though she had to take one great big piss.

She crossed her legs and was proud that they were well-formed and shapely. If she must, she could stand up to the competition of the other cunts in this room-giving themselves away. But they were not competing-where did she see anyone competing? It was not like the world outside, they were all sharing in a new kind of sexual philosophy, not easily understood. But they were not phonies; the only phony there was herself. She took another hit on the joint to relieve the paranoia. It only heightened that scorching, I-need-to-be-fucked sensation in her pussy.

Throughout it all she sat calmly, keeping the pasty smile plastered on her face. Then there was something she could not avoid seeing. One of the long-haired hippie girls had been dancing with one of the boys. She had now become a little nymph who enjoyed teasing a man to the point where his cock had to shoot off. Then another boy, thinking that the first needed help to handle her, danced with them. They began to take off her dress and bra. Her precious little tits suddenly came bouncing out all over the place. The boys came up behind her and began dancing suggestively and rubbing their pricks against her naked ass-cheeks and belly.

Dorie blinked her eyes. Yes ... they were stripping down.

Then, alarmingly, there was a tall, good-looking stud who came to stand by Dorie's chair to watch the central attraction. Dorie twitched her ass and locked her eyes on his naked body. She saw his dickmeat and it was as stiff as a ramrod! Oh, my Gawd! What shall I do? Sit still, you creep. You have to be cool like these other people. He's not looking down in your direction anyway. Why should he? Why should he bother with a piece of meat that's half-stale? I'm not that stale, honey. The fuck you're not. You haven't had anything inside your cunt for nearly six months now! What do you call that? I'm just as sexy as any of these gals in here. I could out fuck them all, if I wanted to. That's the trouble, you never want to. I could, if I wanted. You wish, you would-but you won't. You won't, Dorie, because you are just too damn gutless. No guts, no brains, no salt, all cunt and not knowing how to have the best for that either. These people here are real. They love to fuck. They see it as love for their fellow man. You see it as being dirty and that's why your cunt is about to boil over right this instant. Isn't it? Yes, it hurts when I'm this horny. It hurts because you have it shackled to a ball and chain that your stupid father laid on you. You mean that I should fuck? You should fuck as much as your pussy will stand. Yes, but what about Steven? What the fuck do you mean, Steven? Don't think about Steven because you came here wanting something. Now look at that boy's big fuck-joint standing next to you. Oh, hell, go on and look at it! You don't have to gaze all around to see who else is looking-so what if that young cunt saw you stare at his dick?

If you notice, she's looking harder than you are. Look at it. All right! I'm looking at his peewee. Wait a second-why do you call it a peewee? Because it's so little. So? So, it's little. Well, is that important? No, of course not, silly. Don't call me silly, you have the bullshit moralistic hang-up you called it a peewee. Now get it through your mind: It is a prick! And it won't hurt you, dear. It can stuff glorious delight into your vagina. Vagina! That is the little hole just between your pisshole, and above your shithole. Don't let the words and definition turn you around. You do have an asshole-a pussyhole, and pisshole ... and a hole in each ear, and one great big hole you call your mouth. A cock can fuck all these holes. The ear may not turn you on, but the mouth you already know about because you love and adore sucking your husband's cock. The asshole you don't know about because your husband hasn't worked around to that yet. But that too, can be better than having a cock inside your cunt. If you are lucky one of these fine, upstanding, young boys might take the time to show you. Only you are too dumb, Dorie, dear.

Now ... can you look at this kid's penis? Yes! Who said that I couldn't? You called it a peewee a moment ago. I realize now that it is a cock, and designed to make me happy. Why? Because I am vain enough to believe that I am good enough for it. For it? For the cock then. All right, cool-now you are ready to see this kid's peewee. You just called it a peewee. Never mind what I say, or do, don't be biased, because you would rather call it a cock. To me-it's a peewee.

Oh, now wait a minute. Who are you? I am the serpent! You may call me the Devil, if you like. Or some call me the subconscious, and some call me a dickhead! Do you like this boy's cock? Yes, well, no ... it's too puny. I like a big long one. Yes, dear, I know what you like. If you do like his cock-why don't you tell him so? How do I do that? Don't play games with me, tell him. All right I will just sort of look up at him and smile ... and put my finger into my mouth-he will see the finger as a phallic symbol because he is hip. You catch on fast, don't you? I was never behind, stupid Devil!

Could you give his cock a good screw? I don't think so. Why? I like a stronger dick, his dick is not round enough. Why does it have to be round? I like to feel the head pinch into my pussy when I first start to fuck; then I know the man likes me. Hell! the little penis does the same thing, fool! Yes, but the big prickhead leaves no room anywhere. It's so forceful, like an erotic rape. Well, could you kiss this kid's dick and make it large enough? I could do that; I could make that meat big enough, but I don't think he wants to give me much of it.

He doesn't even look in my direction. He likes that young girl, out there with those two boys. Oh, you only think that. He would fuck you to death, but he thinks that age means experience ... and he lacks it. A man hates to think a woman knows more than he, except when he is trying to further his fuck-skills. And isn't that what this kind of party is all about? He would be willing to fuck you, Dorie, if you got off your ass. Look at you! You're sitting there like a bump on a log. You have to let people see how boiling-hot your cunt is. Your clit will not get sucked or played with while you keep it squeezed between your legs. You didn't think I knew about your masturbating when you sat down, did you? Get off your butt! Look around you. Everybody else is about to do their thing, enjoy themselves-and you are going to be left out, sitting here, drooling, making decisions, and denying your pussy a good dick. Fuck somebody! Fuck anybody! Get yourself some!

The young boy moved away from the couch and stood behind Marilyn. Dorie's heart dropped.

You see there, he did like you, but you showed him your cold side. Now he is going to try to fuck your best friend. How are you going to live it down, knowing she brought you to the party and she got a dick up her cunt first? By rights, all the men here should have been on you-like stink on shit-the second you appeared in the doorway. And you know these other cunts have been here before. Which means these guys have fucked them before, and their pussies were good enough to bring them back a second time. Dorie, when was the last time a man came back for seconds for your dried-up cunt? Now look at the way that young bull, with the peewee is giving it to ol' Marilyn (who must have something working for her) and sit here and eat your heart out! You let another woman beat your time. They're all going to beat your time and take all the meat, if you just sit here. Change, baby! Change! Quick, before your snatch dries up!

The boy held Marilyn in a warm bear hug, literally trying to fuck her while standing up. Marilyn was so hot for his cock she was about to piss on herself. She was scrunched up and squirming around like a snake all over the boy's delicious body. Oh, fuck! The boy was feeling all over Marilyn's ass and up her dress.

Dorie sat there wanting to run for the door, and shrinking into the woodwork. There she sat all alone while her so-called friend, Marilyn, danced naked with the boy. It did not take her very long to get out of her clothes. The horny bitch! She was ready for the action. She was practically begging to be fucked now.

Nevertheless, Dorie sat there gawking at all the handsome, sexy bodies dancing before her. She had to shove her legs around the side of the couch, to keep from getting stepped on. Oh, how she wished they would take their naked asses out of her face. She wished she was sober enough to stand up and leave. She had the sickening feeling that she could not stand and she could not sit-she didn't dare move!

She froze, pensive, feeling paranoid. Then in through the door came this charming couple. A white girl and a black fellow. Dorie was shocked to see a black man with this pretty, chestnut-brown-haired girl. She heard someone call the fellow Dick. Every girl in the room felt this black man's presence, and Dorie could not believe her eyes. He was a handsome, muscle-bound lad, and he was really built! He stood six-four and must have weighed about two hundred pounds. He had on white Levi's that fitted tight as hell around his cock. His cock rose on his leg and Dorie swallowed hard when she saw how long it hung down.

The girl with Dick was June Meralina. Dorie knew of the girl's family, they were of the super rich, snobbish, and had never been known to mix outside their social clan. Dorie wondered if they knew about June's running around to orgies with a black stud on her arm. June was short and her fleshy legs were the nicest thing about her. Her face was pretty and sexy, dark eyebrows, long nose, and white, white teeth. She parted her hair in the center and the sides cascaded down over rather broad shoulders, for a girl. At one time she had been a little fatty-cake, but she was now growing good tits and losing her baby fat. The dress she had on was a short, crinkly thing, like, it fit and did not fit. A lot of the younger girls were wearing them this way, short enough to excite, and roomy enough to conceal any fat asses or bulging midriffs.

On June, the dress was wearing her; the material knew just where to pull and catch, showing off June's broad curves and gleaming skin.

Dorie could not help but think this black stud must be really pumping a lot of dick to June. She would even bet that he had one of those monstrous, long cocks they say black guys have. That thought thrilled her in spite of her logical mind erasing, telling her there was no truth to the myths. Still, she wondered....

She became jealous of June, not knowing why. But then again, why should she be, actually? Each woman had the right to fuck any and all men of her choice. That was what the sexual revolution was all about. Still this girl, June, came off as being so happy. Just as though having a black dick to screw every night, did not bother her. And Dorie knew that all blacks were hot-blooded. That meant Dick must have been living in that poor child's pussy, night and day. Then she could see why June was so healthy-looking, and fully formed, with that peaches-and-cream skin texture. June's skin glowed with inner satisfaction, knowing she was getting a whole lot of fucking, if not the best.

Dorie resented her, nevertheless. It was a common thing for a woman to flaunt the fact that her man is superior to any other, in the fucking department, a flaunting never well-received.

Dorie waited impatiently to see if the black man's eye would cast in her direction. Honestly, if she had to fuck, she would, but, but ... he looked, and smiled, as if he was wondering what an old cunt like herself was doing there. That one hurt, she did not care what color he was, he did not like her. He could not see how well she could fuck. Why couldn't he see that? These young cunt-throwers did not know what the fuck they were doing when it came to a dick.

Well, one thing she knew for sure-she could give him a better fuck than young-assed June could. She could just imagine that June, being so young, and liberal, made a big thing out of his being black. She more than likely played over him, and sucked on his monstrous cock. That is not the way she would handle him-she would make that nigger earn his keep. She would make him go flat out each and every day; he would never go back to his black friends and say that he had an easy honky cunt. No, no, she would make sure he never cheated her of that cock.

She crossed her legs to bear down on the horny feeling creeping up through her. She looked through the legs of the dancers, and her eyes spotted a pair of long, slender female buttocks. There were hands over the buttocks, and for one second, Dorie thought she would like to have a set of buttocks in her hands that way. What would it be like to fuck another female? Oh, but not in front of everybody.

There was another couple dancing in front of her now. The guy had dropped his hands, stretching to get into the girl's cunt. She made him continue kissing her mouth while he held her ass with one hand, and fingered her hole with the other. It was easy to see that she was the type of hot-natured bitch who had to know things about herself first. She was selfish, and narcissistic right down to the bone, right down to the lack of buoyancy in the puff of her ass-cheeks. She had developed her body to where there was just enough of everything. Not too much tits, but enough, no stomach visible, and just the right amount of sculpture to make her thighs overflow around her cunt. She was stingy with her pussy, because she was making the guy dancing with her fuck her with his knee. She was a freak for laying her open cunt over guys' thighs while they danced. She literally sucked herself onto his body like a leech: saturating his cock with the oozing heat of her cunt. Then she tenderly rolled her pussy over his fuckshaft as if a great battle had just been won by his over-powering magnificence.

Actually all she was doing was holding down her own fires, at least until it was time to make the cuntal commitment. She was already hot to begin with, and was now fooling him into thinking he was the seducer. They nevertheless found each other. And when he discovered she did have a hot cunt, he revenged himself with demanding, exploring fingers. He worked two fingers into the small pussy, and then stuck his fist in. He gave her a cocked, stiff arm right up her cunt!

She could not bear to watch anymore and not join in. But where could she go? She could not sit there because pretty soon they would call her a square. The bathroom! No one would say anything about her suddenly disappearing if she was searching for the John. She stood up, found her composure and walked unsteadily out of the room.

They would not miss her anyway-not the way they were all going at it now. Everybody was fucking everybody, trading off, and licking out of foreign assholes. She opened the bathroom door and walked smack into more action. Two men with a young girl sandwiched in between them against the wall. One man was bending his head down to get at the girl's titties. And she had some really big, big knockers! When the man bit too hard she would throw back her head and suck air through her teeth.

The other man was behind the girl tripping off on doing weird things to her play-pretties, her asscheeks. He kept stretching out his dick and letting it fall between her butt-mounds. Then he twisted his hips and made his pud strike her on the ass. For a while his prick just thumped on her soft meat-splashing and sounding out how tender her ass was.

They dropped to the floor. Both men were stretched on their sides. The girl's sumptuous body was between, squirming, breathing passionately her cunt-slit boiling hot! She was kissing one man, giving him a whole lot of tongue. Her right leg was wrapped over his hip and her pussy was open for his penis. The other guy was hunching at her ass, and his cock came up under her buttocks. Two cocks were in the girl's cunt-hole, and she took them both with no sweat.

Dorie began to get turned on. Just to see those pricks equally as stiff (one cock would have filled up the little girl's twat) sticking in her vagina, and knowing that a pussy is only three inches. Wow! First one man would pump his dick to her, his rod colliding with the other man's. Then the other man would plunge deep, and then both pricks were fighting for the right of fucking the pussy. The last one out would be the winner. Needless to say, it was not long before the little girl had a glorious orgasm.

Dorie backed out of the bathroom and went upstairs. The first bedroom she came to was occupied and she quickly excused herself and tried the next one. Thank heaven, it was vacant. It was a strange-looking room, because it looked as though it was only used for balling. There was just a bed and a couple of chairs, a few towels hanging in the shower.

She would be safe here, for the moment anyway. Oh, it felt so good to relax and get her bearings. She flopped down on the bed, and sat up again. Oh, no, if someone barged in here, and undoubtedly they would, she didn't want to give the wrong impression. Why did she let herself get into these situations? She did not want to be passed around from dick to dick no matter how hot her pussy was. She was sorry she had agreed to come now. Well, the next best thing to do was to find a way out, as soon as she got her shit together.

"Oh, there you are. I thought I might find you hiding somewhere." It was Christina pushing open the door. With her was the handsome black man. He only smiled at a signal that Christina gave him, and disappeared.

"I wasn't hiding. I-I...." stammered Dorie, straightening herself and trying not to look too terribly frustrated.

"You are. Good, because I have been wanting to meet you." Christina put her finger to her chin and contemplated; strolled to the window, and back to stand in front of the bed.

Dorie stood up and walked away. Christina turned around and stared after her, like a cat stalking its prey.

Then, as Dorie moved to pass her again, Christina caught her arm and held her still, glaring seductively into her eyes. Words were not needed, and the intense stare simmered down to a mood of horny anxiety. Christina did not say anything only took her hand away and dropped both arms. The gesture was meant to tell Dorie to look at her, standing naked before her. The eyes obeyed, and scanned up and down in a flicker, then once again, up and down, this time much more slowly.

Christina smiled at Dorie's approval and openly posed for her now. She rested her hand on one hip; the other hand smoothed down her sumptuous thighs. She rolled her hips, the asscheeks protruding outward, and her flesh rippled with softness. Then both hands came back to rest on her ass, and the pelvis pushed forward, as if to offer her cunt to Dorie-if she wanted it.

And to make sure that Dorie did not miss the implication, Christina spread her legs a little more, stretched her pussy open and strummed a finger up and down her clit.

Dorie took a deep breath and shivered.

"Why don't you do yourself a favor, honey?" Christina's hand reached out and caressed Dorie's shoulder. "Look at you, honey! You're a beautiful girl, but you look twice your age. And why don't you take off that paper-sack dress, and unwrap that pride of yours? All it is going to get you, at best, is old, fat and wrinkled. Try it once, honeee ... with me."

She wanted to answer Christina, but no words came forth, and it was as if she was paralyzed.

"What are you afraid of?" Christina asked, touching Dorie's shoulder in a sensuous gesture.

Dorie stood shivering with anticipation of the unknown pleasure.

Christina was relieved when the dress fell. The moment her body was naked, she instinctively kissed Dorie. It felt so strange to feel other lips as soft as her own, and Dorie was thrilled by it. And since this was going to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing-why not fuck around a little? A good chance to experiment and discover new, lusty truths.

Dorie found that Christina's kisses were slowly stirring her soul. The things Christina did with her tongue made pussies boil. Christina kissed the way she liked to: using the tongue to tell how she wanted to be balled. Right there in their mouths, they were staging the fuck-roles they would choose to play. Dorie had the gentler kiss and her tongue was less demanding-letting Christina suck it all the way into her mouth. Christina was a body freak, because she was grooving on eating Dorie's tongue. A wet, funky kiss smeared by lipstick upon lipstick-their flavors demonstrating how well a man might like that particular flavor. To fuck Christina was to see a reflection of her mind. Dorie knew by the way Christina sucked on her tongue, that she was going to give her cunt a tongue-bath. But could she actually permit Christina to kiss her all over? At first she thought she could not accept the kiss, without becoming ill, but she did. The rest way easy.

It would just be a matter of time before Christina really got carried away, Dorie knew by the way her eyes greedily swept over her breasts. Christina's hands were coming upward ... they were almost there.

Christina reached out and took Dorie's knockers in both hands. It was like holding two grapefruits. Christina was appreciative of the opportunity given her; she moved around behind Dorie, so she could reach under her arms and really get a good hold on the firm tits. She was going to attack them from the rear. Nevertheless, to hold one tit in one hand was impossible. Christina used two for one tit, and squeezed until it was red-hot and tender.

Dorie let her jugs jiggle around over her chest like giant yo-yo's. They would fall so far, and spring right up again. Christina caught the rhythm and played patty-cake with them. Oh, how she wished she had tits that size, so she could play with herself in the morning. Although her own tits were not bad ... they were not like Dorie's.

And then Dorie's panties were sliding down her legs. She was becoming more and more frantic. Christina put her hand between her legs and squeezed her pussy. Her fingers stroked the full length of it. She continued to stroke until Dorie's clit was standing out, as hard as a man's prick! Oh no, no ... someone help me ... she sobbed bitterly, feeling herself sinking down and down....

She was running wildly down the highway as fast as she could-her lungs were bursting. She tripped and fell and got up and kicked at a boulder. Then, disgustedly, she sat down on the boulder and took off her shoes. She had broken her heels. For a moment she paused to see what was around her. She had no idea where she was, how far it was back to Berkeley.

Oh, fuck! She had blown it. She had run out of the house like an asshole, and here she stood in the middle of nowhere with no way to get home. She could have thought to ask Christina for the car keys. She had expected to see Christina come tearing after her. No way. Christina was not going to leave that party for her sake. She didn't give a shit-she could not have stayed there one moment more and be humiliated. Damn Christina anyway!

Dorie leaned against the boulder and caught her breath. How did she let herself get into these fucked-up situations?