Chapter 13
Hamp, Wiffie and Peter were upstairs again; it was the second time the threesome had been invited up by Jerk and Mabel. "It's going to be a groovy, swinging party," Jerk had told Peter on the phone. "We're havin' a special guest, and mean, you can't miss this one!"
And so they had come. They were sitting on the floor, trying to make themselves comfortable on the surplus army mattresses spread about the room. They were waiting for the special guest, whoever he was; Jerk and Mabel weren't saying, preferring to maintain an air of suspense. They killed time by listening to the latest rock records on Jerk's stereo set. (like so many hippies, Jerk and Mable made up in hi-fi equipment what they lacked in furniture.)
At ten p.m., the doorbell rang. Jerk jumped up and pushed the buzzer button that opened the downstairs door. Everyone heard a heavy tromping in the stairwell, and a few minutes later Jerk opened the door and admitted the fattest man any of them had ever seen.
Indeed, fat was hardly a sufficient word for the creature. Jelly-like, obese, pudding-like, rotund, balloonesque.. .There was no word or phrase which could adequately describe this man's fatness. He was middle-aged, and only a few inches over five feet tall. In circumference, however, he was huge. His trousers were a good size seventy (specially made, needless to say), and still his belly hung over his belt. His jowls were like those of a St. Bernard, but were full, as if the dog had been partially inflated. His multiple chin was so pronounced that it appeared that he had no chin at all.
"Meet Zonk," Jerk said to his guests. "Zonk is only the world's greatest authority on love. I've asked him here to teach all of us the secret of coming closer together."
"Thank you, dear ones," Zonk wheezed in reply to the muttered greetings of the group. His voice was high and almost girlish, except for the old-man's shortness of breath. "I hope tonight to bring everyone to new heights of love and human understanding. I shall employ a variety of methods, including verbal communications, sex and drugs. But before we start, could someone turn out the lights? I think that candles and glowing incense will be more conducive to a suitable mood."
Jerk turned off all but one of the lights, and helped dig a quantity of half burnt candles and incense from Zonk's duffel bag. While Jerk lit the candles and placed them about the room, Zonk put pieces of incense into homemade tin holders and waddled about, placing them around the perimeter.
Finally, Zonk took a small sack from his coat pocket and beckoned to Jerk, who brought over a packet of cigarette papers. He and Jerk began to roll joints. They passed these to Mabel and another girl, who lit them and distributed them to the half dozen or so guests.
"Let us meditate for a moment," Zonk said when everyone had a joint. "Let us allow our minds to wander free among the infinite galaxies of consciousness until we are ready to receive the wisdom granted to us by the great Guru up above."
A few minutes later, when everyone had begun to feel the effects of the Marijuana, Zonk-accompanied by Jerk and Mabel, who appeared to be familiar with his routine-began to remove his clothes. "Nudity is essential to our activities here tonight," he explained as he revealed a bloaty belly topped by two breast-like bags of fat. He dropped his trousers and slipped off a pair of enormous boxer shorts, to reveal a drooping lower belly fold and a miniscule prick and balls, entirely free of pubic hair.
"I see that we're ready," he announced with a smile when all the guests had removed all their clothes. (Wiffie had undressed with a certain amount of embarrassment, but Hamp had made her take another deep drag on her joint, and her inhibitions had begun to vanish.) "And now, let's get underway."
"The first stage of our prospect is to communicate verbally." he told the group. "We must try to reveal our innermost secrets and desires, not our personal hang-ups, our embarrassing and humiliating experiences. By exposing our weaknesses we open ourselves more completely to an influx of understanding and love. Now, all of this is strictly voluntary. I cannot make you tell such things to the others and myself if you are not willing. I can only hope that you will cooperate, and that you will remember one important thing-I am here to help you, not to hear you entertain me. Jerk, would you like to begin?"
The young hippie nodded. He took a drag on his joint and, with his free hand, began to fondle his prick. He looked down at the fingers on his organ and laughed slightly, then took the hand away and looked around at the group.
"Okay," he said. "I guess everyone knows what my hang-up is. I can't help masturbating. I do it all the time. I do it right out in the open if I'm high, and when I'm not high I do it in private. Sometimes I even do it in bed, with Mabel watching. She wants me to stick it in her, but I'm too busy jerking myself off. So she has to help me, either by taking my hand in hers and squeezing with me, or by bending over and licking or sucking my cock. You see, masturbation excites me more than fucking. In fact, sometimes I go for weeks without a lay. It's pretty hard on Mabel, isn't it, babe?"
Mabel reached out to pat his cock and smiled wanly. "Yeah, I guess it is. But I love you, Jerk, and somehow that makes it easier to take. Hear that, everyone? I love him, even if he is a Jerk." She laughed self-consciously at her pun, and everyone else joined in with a certain amount of embarrassment. Mabel went on. "So I guess you're wondering how I get my satisfaction. Well, it's simple. Watch."
She got up and went to a cabinet in one corner. Opening its door, she withdrew an enormous rubber dildo. It was bright red, a good two inches thick and nine long. At one end there was a rubber bulb with a plastic screw cap. Mabel unscrewed this, then took a bottle from the cabinet and poured part of its contents into the syringe-like dildo, finally giving the rubber bulb a slight squeeze and nodding with satisfaction when a small amount of glue-like liquid emerged from the rubber organ's tip. Mabel replaced the bottle in the cabinet, then walked back to where Jerk sat and showed the device to the group.
"This is what I use when Jerk can't bring himself to screw me," she explained. "It cost us thirty-five bucks, but it's worth it. It's bigger than Jerk's cock-sorry, Jerk-and it doesn't go down halfway through the act. It comes when I want it to; all I have to do is squeeze, or have Jerk squeeze, the rubber bulb. It used to hurt a lot. My snatch wasn't big enough, you know. But now I'm used to it, and it's just great. I have Jerk tongue it up to get it wet, then in it goes. Watch."
Mabel knelt, resting her weight on knees and elbows, her butt well off the floor. Jerk picked up the dildo and slathered it with saliva, then took two fingers and applied more spit to them. He reached between Mabel's buttocks and smeared the saliva onto the girl's vaginal opening.
"Jerk warms me up a little first," Mabel told the group, her voice softer than before. "We've got it down to a science now, so it doesn't take too long." She stopped speaking for a moment to sigh with pleasure. "He just works his fingers around, like if he was masturbating himself. And then-" She cut off her words with a groan, and finally grunted out a command to Jerk. "Now, Jerk! Now!" she begged. Jerk responded by grabbing the rubber prick in both hands and pointing it in the direction of her cunt. Mabel reached back with one hand to guide it into the waiting cavity.
While Jerk moved the dildo forward and back, Mabel breathed slowly and raspingly, at the same time rocking her hips back and forth to meet the rubber organ each time Jerk shoved it in. "A little faster," she managed to tell him, and Jerk responded by speeding up the rhythm, letting go of the dildo with one hand and pushing harder and faster with the other. With his free hand, he began to caress his swollen penis again.
"See how she humiliates herself," Zonk interrupted in a soft voice. "See how she reveals her every shameful hang-up and desire. Look at her-being fucked by an inanimate object in front of her friends and acquaintances. Mabel has no pride."
Zonk's words seemed to increase Mabel's excitement. As he continued talking, his voice taking on a tone of contempt, she increased the tempo of her movements. Jerk responded by speeding up the motion of the rubber dildo and his own masturbating hand.
"Look at her!" Zonk hissed loudly. "What a strange, sick, masochistic bitch!" Mabel responded with a moan which ended in a gasp as she suddenly hailed her movements and squeezed the dildo with her vaginal sphincter, her buttocks quivering, her thighs stiffening with the approach of climax.
"Sock it to me, Jerk!" she whispered. Then she let out a cry as Jerk shoved the organ full-force into her vagina. Mabel shuddered with excitement and pain, and threw her body down on the floor so that the dildo, tightly clenched in her cunt, was almost pulled from Jerk's grasp. As she lay there quivering, he pushed it in again, starting the movement slowly and ending with a savage thrust, and squeezing the bulb when the rubber prick was all the way in.
Mabel shuddered several times, the muscles of her buttocks stiffening and loosening in rhythm with the contractions of her vagina. When she was finished, she moaned softly and rolled over, then pulled the dildo from her cunt and tossed it aside. She took Jerk's right hand in hers, and together the two of them squeezed and stroked his penis till he came.
After that, the rest of the confessions seemed almost anticlimactic. No one seemed too interested when a fag stammered his way through a heavily censored account of his first homosexual experience at age twelve, and similarly, there was little attention given to the girl who explained how she had spent half her childhood in an incestuous relationship with a deformed older brother, who would kiss her breasts and fondle her cunt while she played with his penis and clubfoot. And when Wiffie haltingly told how she used to feel guilty about sex but had learned to accept it as a natural and wonderful part of human existence, no one paid any attention at all. When it came time for Peter to confess, he briefly mentioned his experiences with the alleged hermaphrodite, but gave up when he saw that no one was listening.
Hamp was entirely free of nervousness when his turn came, for it had become obvious that he didn't have to say anything at all.
Things perked up a little when Zonk picked up his duffel bag and began to rummage through it. After a short search, he brought out a small bottle of gelatin capsules. He counted out nine, and walked around the room distributing them to his pupils. Mabel managed to lift her exhausted body from the floor and go to the kitchen, returning with a large bottle of ice water. She took it from guest to guest and waited as they placed the capsules in their mouths and swallowed enough water to wash them down. When everyone had swallowed a capsule, Zonk gave a brief explanation of what they were taking and what was about to occur.
"You have just swallowed a new and experimental drug known as HMH-one," he told them. "Un-like LSD, it does not pose the threat of a bad trip, nor is it a hallucinogenic drug in the usual sense. It does not bring on visions of spiders or colored lights, or strange sensations outside the realm of normal human experience. Rather, it stimulates a certain element of the human psyche and body by working on that portion of the brain which is concerned with sex.
"In a few minutes, you will begin to feel aroused. Your arousal will be such that you will feel an immediate need to fuck. Unless, of course, you are a homosexual, in which case other activities will suffice." Zonk nodded to the one fag in the group. "John, I will help you in your experience with the drug."
Presently, both Hamp and Peter noticed that their cocks were swelling involuntarily, accompanied by powerful throbbing sensations and an intense desire to feel the slick grasp of a cunt. Both looked at Wiffie, and then at each other. Who would get to fuck her? Hamp found that his hands were tightening into fists, and he noticed that Peter was reacting the same way. Would they have to fight for her? It looked like it was going to be a bad scene.
Fortunately, a girl intervened. She had come to the party alone, and had no one to screw. "I'm Elvira," she said softly to Hamp as she knelt before him and pushed his shoulders down on the thin Army mattress. "Relax."
He felt his cock throbbing with greater excitement than it had ever exhibited before; it seemed bigger, longer, thicker than ever before, and on the verge of bursting with its load of semen. He grasped Elvira's hips in both hands and tried to guide her crotch down on his prick.
"Not yet," she told him with a laugh. "Let's play a little, first." She walked forward on her knees, thighs straddling his body, until her furry cunt was above his face. "All right?" She lowered her cunt till the hairs of the outer lips were tickling Hamp's nose. He smelled the perfume of excitement coming from within her, and he pressed his nose up against the cunt. Suddenly, liquid began to flow from the opening, dousing his face. He would have thought it impossible for a girl to react so violently to his physical proximity or his touch; it must be the drug, he told himself. Then he lifted his face slightly and parted her labia minora with his tongue.
Elvira reacted by stiffening her thighs and gasping. She pressed her loins down on his face until his nose was completely buried in the vastness of her swollen inner lips. What a big, juicy cunt she had! Hamp found himself hoping that it wouldn't be so large as to deprive him of satisfaction once his throbbing penis was buried in it.
He licked and kissed her there for a while, letting his tongue play over her labia and occasionally sucking on her oversized clitoris with puckered lips. He felt her shudder each time he pulled the enormous clit head into his mouth, and as his tongue pushed its way into her vaginal opening again and again, he heard her groan repeatedly. Finally he forced her cunt away from his mouth and gave her a shove in the direction of his penis. She took the hint immediately, and in a moment she was kneeling above him and reaching down with one hand to guide his organ in.
On entry it was as though Hump had been swallowed by a vast mountain of juice-soaked flesh. For a moment he felt little stimulation to his penis; there was the sensation of being enveloped, but it was nowhere near sufficient to quell his need. Then the girl started to tighten the muscles of her vagina. She held his cock in her grip, squeezing it in rhythm with the motions of their rocking hips. Hamp felt as if his penis were swelling even more; it was as though the organ were trying to fill the vastness of Elvira's pulsating cunt. He felt incredibly excited, unbelievably in need of satisfaction, yet it seemingly took him forever to come.
When he did, it was in a geyser of hot creamy fluid. Elvira responded with contractions so violent that he was afraid, for a moment, that she could crush his organ in her twitching grasp. He felt as if his penis were being sucked up inside her, swallowed completely by a vacuum created by her violently pumping muscles. He burst out with a pleasure-filled groan that ended in a gurgling in his throat as the last of the passion left him. '
When it was over, he let the girl he limp on top of him. His penis, only partially flaccid despite the intense orgasm, continued to bathe in the warm, semen-flooded entrance to her cunt. He turned his head slightly and watched Peter fucking Wiffie; both of them were moaning softly.
Curiously, the momentary pang of jealousy passed as Hamp saw Wiffie come excitedly in Peter's embrace. Why shouldn't she enjoy herself? he thought. And then he smiled as he realized that Zonk's drug was, indeed, filling him with greater love and understanding.
Hamp and Elvira fucked three times more before the drug wore off, and ended the night with a switch of partners so that Peter was with Elvira and Hamp was plunging away in the cunt of his darling Wiffie, who seemed to come more powerfully in his embrace than she had in Peter's.
When the party was over, everyone was exhausted. When they went downstairs to their own apartment, the happy foursome-Hamp, Peter, Wiffie and Elvira, whom they had invited to stay the night with them-had to admit that they felt more like a family than they ever could have imagined.