Chapter 13
Amazed and delighted at the heights of passion they had scaled together, the three sex conniseurs decided to try living together as a family unit for a while in the hope that they could recapture the thrill of that evening again and again.
And yet, for all the sexual excitement which was always waiting for them in the penthouse apartment, Hugo and Carla were always ready to return to the office and work hard, harder than anyone else in the organization.
Hugo was wise and patient enough not to expect instant miracles. Slum owners continued to resist, to fight back in any way they could. They exerted tremendous pressure on city hall, but that was met by a counter pressure exerted by Hugo through his influential newspaper.
Attention became state wide, then spread until the experiment he had forced on the city caught the attention of the nation.
Interviewed by national media, Hugo shrugged off personal glory, refusing to allow them to cost him in the role of a latter day Lincoln or a Christ as some tried to do.
Instead, he took advantage of the publicity to urge others to stir up the same kind of activity in cities and towns all over the nation, calling on newspaper, radio and television station owners to take the lead, urging the public to support them and contribute toward construction of a tidal wave of public concern which would sweep the slums out of every city, would restore millions of men, women and children to the ranks of dignified human beings, would erase the blots of past national mistakes and establish the nation once and for all as the greatest of all time.
"Can you imagine," Carla asked as she and Hugo relaxed at the bar in his suite after yet another interview, "how the public would react if they ever learned about your sex life?"
"I can indeed, darling and it saddens me," he told her. "It's a measure of our church oriented society that they would want to destroy not just Hugo Brandon the man, the wicked sinner, but they would turn on everything in which I believe. I am evil, therefore that which I espouse is evil and that being the case, that which I am against is good. The church attending slum owners would again become the real champions of society."
"I think I need another drink," she told him sadly as she pushed her glass toward him. "I'm afraid I understand what you're saying and I can't stand that. Pour me a double euphoria on the rocks, please."
Having given vent to his feelings, Hugo was able to laugh as he poured her drink and another for himself.
"I think we're due for another party, lover," she told him. "God knows you've earned it. Not just the three of us, but a great big wing dinging orgy with a lot of special acts."
"You're absolutely right, darling, as usual," he told her. "Remind me to give you a raise."
"God no, I couldn't stand the income tax. Internal Revenue is already suspicious enough about an assistant with a salary of fifty thousand a year."
"Piss on IRS," he shrugged. "Hey, that would be a good name for a song."
"Don't write it," Carla told him, seriously, "if you show just one more talent I may kill myself. I even know how I'll do it."
"Tell me," he urged. "I'm sure you'd choose something different."
"You better believe it. Let me see, I'd wire myself up to an electric dildo, maybe a twelve inch one, fix it so I couldn't get free, then let it fuck me to death."
"Not a chance," he protested when he stopped laughing, "you'd cause a national power shortage and you'd still be smiling and waiting for the next come."
Carla tried to pout and turn on a hurt expression, but it didn't come off as she broke down and laughed with him. While they continued to sip their drinks, Carla produced a pencil and notepad from behind the bar and they began planning their party.
The list of guests grew impressively as did the list of notes in the way of special events to entertain them and their guests.
"My God, darling," Carla gasped, "we almost forgot Hilda and her dogs. What would an orgy be without her?"
"Indeed. Let's hear it for all those animal lovers out there. Throw the dog a bone."
"As I recall," Carla told him, "Hilda's dogs do the bone throwing."
When Midge heard about the dogs that evening, she first thought Carlo was kidding, then, convinced that she was serious, and became terribly excited.
"Tell me what it's like, Carla. I mean to actually get fucked by a big dog."
"How can I describe it? It's just wonderfully exciting. That long tool shoots in and out of your cunt faster than any man can do it. You feel this great, strong animal covering you, hairy paws wrapped around you, the beast growling and panting while he rides your arse. Will you want to try it? That's the only way of really finding out what it's like."
Midge assured her she wanted to and she thought of little else from that moment until the evening of the party arrived and the guests began pouring into the penthouse. When more than twenty guests were on hand and there was still no sigh of Hilda and her dogs, Midge began to think once more that Carla had been teasing her, that they didn't really exist.
And then she heard Carla talking to the woman on the intercom and Hugo went down to meet her to help her bring her canine charges up to the penthouse.
When Hugo walked into the spacious room with Hilda, he leading one big dog, she with two more, the buzz of conversation stopped dead, then renewed on an intensified level. Only then did Midge really believe it was true and she felt a sudden hunger flare in her crotch.
She didn't know enough about dogs to know what breed they were-what make, was the way she put it, all she knew was that they were big and hairy and looked friendly enough. She tried to picture one of them mounting her naked behind as she knelt on all fours. The though caused her knees to become very weak and she wondered then whether she would be able to go through with it.
By then there were close to thirty guests at the party and, considering what she had been told about it, Midge wondered why they were all wearing clothes and when that would change.
She received a hint in that direction when she noticed a man and woman standing a little distance from the bar. While they talked, he was taking the top of her dress down. She wore no bra and when he lowered her dress, she was naked to the waist. Her breasts had both bigness and firmness and the man obviously enjoyed playing with them, something she didn't seem to mind at all, despite the fact that all others in the room were fully clad.
Gradually, that situation changed. Midge watched as a man sat, took an attractive young woman on his lap with her dress pulled up to her waist, and played with her thighs and in her crotch, making her squirm.
"Carla tells me nice things about you," the man said as he slipped an arm around her waist from behind. "Shall we play?"
With a little gasp of surprise, Midge turned to look at him and stared right at the front of his shirt. She looked up, way up, and as she saw his smiling face, she was willing to accept the idea that black was very beautiful indeed.
As he smiled, ultra white teeth shone from the face that was the color of dark chocolate. He held himself easily, casually, a big, strong looking man with an air of grace about him. Midge guessed he was an athlete, but one who used speed and agility rather than brute force.
"Ooh, yes. She hasn't told me anything about you, but I'm ready to find out. Man, you've got it all together."
Putting her arms around his waist, she reached up to be kissed, but a difference in height of eighteen inches made that difficult. Laughing, he picked her up as though she weighed about seven pounds, one arm behind her shoulders, his other hand under her dress, holding one buttock. While he kissed her the way she loved to be kissed, the hand under her dress rubbed excitingly.
"Oooohhhhh," she sighed, after the kiss, "marry me."
"I'm not the type," he grinned, "but I'm sure as hell ready to honeymoon with you. You feel nice and hot down there where your panties live."
"I'm getting hotter by the second," Midge told him. "Let's go someplace where we can lie down. I want to see you naked, big man. I'll bet your cock is as tall as I am and twice as strong."
"I hate to disappoint you, little lady, but that myth about blacks having big cocks is just that, a myth. I think I've got enough to make you smile though, and it throbs like mad when I feel that beautiful bum of yours. I just can't wait to integrate with you."
He carried her to a couch, his hand still rubbing her behind and making her squirm. When he sat with her he pulled the hem of her dress high and sighed deeply at the sight of her magnificent thighs.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful," he told her, his dark brown hand rubbing her white skin. "Do you think I'll be able to fit in that little girl crotch of yours?"
"That's easy," she sighed. "If you can't, just cut my legs off, I won't mind."
While they laughed, he put a hand in her crotch to rub at the warmth of her panties and she stopped laughing as passion consumed her. Not caring what the others were doing, she reached to unfasten her dress. Midge wanted to be naked with her beautiful man and wanted him the same, wanted to run her hands and her lips over his splendid body and to drive him so wild that he would take her, roughly, and ravish her.
Midge tore her clothes off as though they were on fire. Her man wore a smile as he ate her up with his eyes while he casually, but quickly tossed his clothes off.
"Wait," she said impulsively as he reached to push down the white briefs which bulged with the form of his erect penis. "Let me do it. Now I know how a man feels when he wants to take a woman's panties down, a little at a time."
While he stood, smiling, confident without being cocky, Midge sat on the edge of the couch and began to take his briefs down. She did it very slowly until his penis leaped out, throbbing, the foreskin drawn well back from the head, then she jerked them farther down and closed a hand around his organ.
Despite what he had told her, it was very big and felt excitingly strong.
"Now I know what you are," she told him, "a pole vaulter. Oh my Jesus, what a beautiful pole."
The skin of his penis was much darker than the rest of him, almost black, making her hand look whiter than it ever had. With an air of reverence, she brought the big organ to her mouth, kissed it lovingly, then opened her mouth very wide and slowly pushed the velvet head into it.
"What a mouth, angel," he told her, his voice low and deep, quavering a little as she sucked, "but unless you stop real soon, you're going to drink what I want to pump up your pretty little slit."
Taking the hint, she took the magnificent organ out of her mouth, but instead of releasing it, she licked up and down the long shaft, making it throb strongly as she groaned with desire to have it buried in her.
And then he took his organ away from her and sat on the couch, taking her in his strong, gentle arms to play with her writhing, white body. He raved about her lush, satiny breasts as he fondled them, then sucked them with exciting greed.
Turning her over, he played with her firm buttocks, telling her they were the most beautiful he had ever seen. When he patted them lightly in a suggestion of spanking, she asked him to take her over his lap and give her a real spanking.
"Do you really dig the spanky-spank game?" he asked, eagerly.
"Yes, I'm wild about it. I mean real spanking, with heat and tears and the whole thing."
"Then your beautiful bum will get it, but in a very special way. First though, I need a little lunch to give me strength. Here we go, baby," he told her as he rolled her over onto her back. "Open up those beautiful legs and let Daddy get at your honeypot. I'm going to I ick up a whole lot of hot cunt honey."
Midge groaned loudly as her legs went up and his face went down into her crotch. He kissed delightfully and his tongue drove her out of her mind as it probed and lapped.
"Oh my God, darling," she panted, "you eat cunt like you invented it."
"I did, angel, just now," he told her as he raised his face and gave her a smile that she felt in her belly. "Here we go, baby," he added as his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her onto his face as his tongue moved into her slit as though crawling in on a thousand legs. When she climaxed, her screams drew attention from every member of the party. Other women had already climaxed, but not that strongly.
"I think I'm dead and in heaven," she sighed when she was able to talk again.
"Then I'll try to keep you there with a spanking and a heavenly fuck," he told her, grinning. "Up we get, baby. Fucking lying down is for lazy people," he told her as he stood and she wondered what other way they could do it in view of their difference in height.
He stood facing her, then picked her up, again amazing her with his strength, smiling that same so exciting smile.
"Now throw your beautiful legs around me, baby," he told her and she obeyed, feeling his stiff organ probing her crotch.
"My God," she panted, "are you going to fuck me this way? Oh Jesus, I just may go crazy."
"Not only fuck you, baby but spank you as well. I'm going to anchor you with my cock, then spank you until your lily white bum cheeks are as red as roses. Is that what you want?"
"More than anything in the world," she told him, then groaned as his throbbing bone found her slit and pushed into her, unaided, untouched by human hand.
"Oh God," she panted as she impaled herself on his surging organ, "this is great ... I've never had it this way ... uh ... oh ... uh ... it's too ... uh ...much ... aaahhh," she sighed as the throbbing organ buried itself completely in her hot depths.
Midge was vaguely aware that others had come closer to watch the performance and it made her feel very special, the center of attention.
"Hold on, baby," her man told her, "here we go for a little spanky-spank."
While his left arm held her, his right hand fondled her buttocks, then he slapped hard, his big hand seeming to cover a whole cheek. The sound was exciting to her, but not as exciting as the feeling of hot sting in her left buttock and the thrill of motion of his penis in her slit.
His hand held the cheek for a second, then went away to return with another spank. SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK. After the fifth spank, he squeezed the cheek, then put his right arm around her to hold her and he used his left hand to give her five spanks on the other cheek.
While the audience grew, the big man went on spanking her the same way, five spanks on one cheek, five on the other. He spanked well and soon had her crying and squirming on his throbbing tool. She felt delicious fires in her buttocks as the hard hand kept slapping while his organ stretched her slit and Midge kept squirming on it, the contact with her clitoris bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she told him, panting, that she was going to explode.
It was a signal for him to spank harder and faster until she cried a different cry and he felt her jerking madly, her slit riding his throbbing pole. But he too had been brought close to the edge of ejaculation and her riding of his pole did the trick. Grasping her by the hot buttocks with both hands, he pulled her tightly to him and fired his strong charge up into her hotly receptive body.
"Oh my God," Midge heard a woman groan, "that had to be the ultimate fuck." As far as Midge was concerned, that described it perfectly.
Sighing, the man took her off his spent organ and carried her to the couch. She felt his strong heart pounding as strongly, she thought, as his strong cock had pounded in her vagina during the final seconds before he went off.
On the couch, she reached for his soft, wet organ, caressed it lovingly, feeling the sweet stickiness of it, then she bent over him, took it in her mouth and tasted the distinctive flavor of her vagina mingled with his semen. It was, she decided, a delightful flavor.
Together, they sat watching as those who had been spectators during their performance, were inspired to get into erotic action themselves. Around the room, couples went through the whole catalogue of sex in a wild variety of positions.
Not far from the couch, she saw Carla kneeling on all fours while a man with a long but very slim penis knelt behind her, playing with her buttocks. He drew her buttocks apart and surprised Midge by inserting his slim rod not into her vagina, as she had expected, but into her anus.
As Carla turned her head to look back at her partner, Midge saw that her face was contorted and she couldn't be sure whether it was the result of passion or distaste at taking it up the bum.
As the males wore themselves out, there was a general move toward the bar for more drinks. Midge was sipping hers when Carla called for attention and informed the group that the dogs were getting restless and that it was time to put them to work.
"Our dear little pet, Midge," she announced, "is going to be first. Won't the little darling look lovely with a big hairy dog mounting her pretty arse and ramming his cock up her juicy little slit? Come, darling," she called, "Hilda has gone to get your four legged lover."
Trembling, Midge allowed herself to be led to the center of the room and the guests hurriedly came to form a circle around her as she knelt on all fours.
The room went silent as Hilda approached with one of her big dogs on a leash. He strained and forced her to hold tightly as he saw Midge kneeling and knew just what was in store for him.
Approaching her, he got his snout under her arched buttocks and into her crotch. It was cold, but his tongue was not. Experienced as he was, he knew how to lick her vulva with his long, rough tongue, making her groan and causing her behind to sway.
"Look at the length of that red meat," one woman gasped. "Can the little angel take it, I wonder?"
"Ready, dearie," Hilda told Midge. "I'm going to slip his leash now and he'll be on your arse and up your cunt in a flash. Here we go ... uh ... now."
Midge heard a click of metal, then the monster was on her, his forelegs gripping her strongly, his unsheathed organ pounding in her crotch, looking for the entry slit. When he found it, a cry broke from her throat as he rammed into her with brutal strength and surprising speed.
Even while he was still working the full length of his rod into her, the dog was pumping and panting, riding her nicely presented behind and driving her wild with excitement.
But the dog, great, exciting lover that he was, lacked one talent. He couldn't hold back ejaculation to prolong the joy of the act for himself and his human partner. Soon, much too soon, Midge thought, his furry body was jerking against her behind as he pumped his juice into her and she strangled his rod by using her vaginal muscles to suck him dry.
He whined as, completely spent, he pulled his tool out of her, lay beside her and, curling, licked away the fluid with which she had bathed his organ.
Later, Midge watched as other women knelt to offer their naked bodies to dogs, and it was almost as great a thrill, Midge decided, to watch a big dog ride a woman as it was to be ridden by one.
Hilda's dogs were well trained as she showed later in the evening when, with the others in a circle around her, she lay on the floor beside one of her dogs and played with his penis, causing the red meat to shoot out in erection.
Licking her lips, she went down on him, took the organ in her mouth and began sucking him. Just a bit later, Midge saw her mouth open wide and watched as the dog fired his semen into it.
It was late in the night when Midge woke, still in the room where the orgy was going on. It was relatively quiet then. Beside her lay a naked woman, a hand in her crotch as she slept, and Midge recalled that the woman had dived her just before she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Deciding that a cold beer would make her mouth feel better, she got up quietly and went toward the bar where she met Hugo who had gone there for the same purpose.
"Enjoying your first orgy?" he asked as he patted one of her buttocks. "You should be, you're the star."
"I'm enjoying it more than I would have dreamed possible," she told him, her eyes shining, then Hugo saw a look of sadness or fear pass over her face and she shuddered as though she felt a sudden chill.
"What is it, dear?" he asked, an arm around her waist.
"Just a sudden, terrible thought, Hugo. I just thought of how wonderfully happy I am as one of Hugo's girls, but then came the thought of what I'd do if you ever got tired of me and shut me out."
"Poor baby, what a silly thought. You're not one of Hugo's girls in that sense, darling. Like Carla, you have very special status. I know myself well, darling. I'm not a fickle man. I won't ever tire of you and you'll leave me only if and when you want to. Come, sweet, let's find a couch where we can chat until it's time to do something else."
They found a couch in a partially darkened corner of the room and as their bodies came together and their mouths met, Hugo told her without the need for words, that she was indeed special, very special to him.
Later, while he lay on her, his spent organ soaking in the warmth of her vagina, he told her the same thing in words.
"You're my woman, Midge, you and Carla. The rest of them are nice enough and a lot of fun, but they're just Hugo's girls."