Chapter 7

It was nearly six o'clock when Mike finally arrived home from the office. He was tired and upset. He had done little at his desk after returning from his meeting with Anderson. He had spent most of his time pacing in his small office wondering how long it would be before Anderson would call with what they wanted. He knew that it would be days yet. The waiting would be hard.

He had nothing planned for the evening. When the phone rang, it startled him. He wasn't expecting anyone to call. He grabbed the phone excitedly. Could it be Anderson already?

His hand was sweaty on the receiver.

"Hello," he said.

"Mike?" he heard Elly's warm voice over the phone.

He could not be sure if he was disappointed or excited. A warmth suffused his lower belly.

"We shouldn't be talking," he told her. "Not until something develops."

"Oh, Mike," Elly said, her voice a bit strained. "I haven't seen you for almost a week now. Anyway what difference can this make?"

"I don't know, but it would be a shame to mess everything up just for the sake of one phone call."

"A waste? Mess? Talking to me is a way of messing things up?"

"Okay," Mike laughed. "Don't get huffy. But it is dangerous."

"Mmmmmmmm. I like that," she said. "I like to think that I'm dangerous."

"You're wild," Mike said.

"You want to know why I called?" she asked.

"I'm afraid to find out."

"I want you to take me to a party."

"A what?" Mike yelled.

"Don't shout, darling."

"But Jesus Christ, Elly. A party."

"Now wait a minute before you get angry," Elly said.

Mike tried to cut her off, but she went right on anyway.

"Allan is out of town and these are some people that are friends of mine, not his. Even if they thought something was funny they would never ever let it get back to Allan. Besides, I won't be the only one there without her own husband. I want to go and I want you to take me."

"I can almost see you pouting," Mike said, but he was smiling.

"You can see me doing lots of other nice things too if you come with me."

"Oh."

"Uh huh."

"What kind of things?"

"You know. Nice things. Things to make you feel good. You can watch me kiss you all over. Even that big thing of yours. You can watch me make myself ready for you."

"You do tempt me, you know."

"Of course, I know. But it gets me excited too, darling, Just to think about it."

"What kind of party is it?"

"Nothing much. Just a few couples, drinks, something to eat and some laughs. It's out in the country at the home of a friend of mine so no one will see us by accident."

"Except those at the party."

"I told you that they wouldn't care."

"Yes, I know," Mike replied.

Mike considered it briefly. Finally, he decided to go. He had to admit that he wanted to see Elly. And even more than that he was very eager to find something that would help take his mind off the intolerable waiting for Jack Anderson's phone call. When you were with Elly she was all that your mind could hold. There was no thinking of anything else. God, he reminded himself for the hundredth time, he had to be careful with that beautiful sexy woman.

"What the hell," he said and was surprised to find that he had spoken out loud.

"You'll go?"

"What time?"

"Good," Elly said, her voice brightening. "Pick me up in an hour or so. It's about a half hour drive once we get to the highway outside of the city."

"Elly," Mike told her, "this is probably a foolish thing to do."

"Oh, don't be such an old worrier," Elly replied. "Don't you want to have any fun?"

"I know that I can't always keep from acting foolishly," Mike said, "but I do try to keep my actions free of outright stupidity. This could be dangerous."

"Please, Mike, don't start a fight. Not now. Let's just have a good time. All right?"

"Okay. Okay. How should I dress?"

"Comfortably. This is just a few couples getting together. Nothing imagine."

Mike hung up the phone and stood there for a moment, his lips pursed and his forehead wrinkled. He really wasn't angry. It seemed harmless enough. Elly has as much to lose as I have, he told himself in a half-hearted attempt to convince himself not to worry. In fact, she had even more to lose. She had all her eggs in one basket. He decided that if she could risk it then he could too.

But he could not get over the feelings of doubt that it was all too easy. Whenever you went after really big game and lost there had to be some kind of penalty. And there did not seem to be one in this case. Or even if he was caught and punished in some way he could not conceive of any penalty that was as extreme as the case seemed to warrant. But even as he worried about it he could see the whole plan in his mind. He set it up. He held all the cards. There could be no holes if he did not slip up himself. There was just no room for outside interference.

Mike's face cleared and brightened. He searched around in the refrigerator and found some cold meat and a quart of milk. He finished them off while he glanced through the evening paper. He caught the six o'clock news and sports on television and by the time he finished with his shower and put on clean clothes it was time to leave to pick up Elly.

The hot sun was already down when Mike stepped out of the entrance way. The heat of the day lingered behind just enough to make the evening pleasantly warm. Mike felt just right in his slacks and light sport shirt, but knowing that it might get colder later on he threw a jacket into the back seat of the car before he started out. It took him about fifteen minutes to get to Elly's. She was waiting for him as he pulled up the familiar gravel driveway.

He leaned over to push open the door for her and she slid in beside him.

"I thought you said casual," he said as he took in her light green off the shoulder evening dress.

Elly smiled and reached over and patted his cheek in a way that Mike did not like.

"Casual for you, darling," she said, "but a lady always has to be careful about how she looks."

Mike was not convinced and Elly could see it in his face.

"Don't worry," she said, "the other men will be dressed just about the same as you are."

Mike didn't like it. He especially didn't like being made to feel foolish. He was convinced she had set the thing up with the clothes just to keep him off balance and to show her control over him. But nothing could be gained by arguing so he put the car in gear and raced the engine as he pulled out onto the highway.

He glanced over at her where she sat beside him. She noted his look and smiled a radiant smile at him. Her pink tongue moistened her full lips. Her green dress had a deep neckline and the full creamy richness of her magnificent breasts was exposed to Mike's gaze. Her long blonde hair fell gently on her white soft shoulders. Mike could not deny that Elly was an incredibly beautiful woman.

"Get over to Wilmington Road and turn south," she told him. "It's about fifteen miles. I'll tell you when we get to the turn off."

Elly reached over and switched on the radio and snuggled up beside him. The soft music and warm breeze playing through the car soothed Mike and he drove happily now, forgetting all of the pressures that had been building up within him for the past few days. Once Elly lifted her head from his shoulder and brushed her lips along the line of his jaw. He caught the smell of her perfume and it excited him. He felt a stir in his loins as his manhood filled with blood. He knew how this evening would end and he looked forward to it.

Elly straightened up in the seat beside him. She peered out of the window into the darkness.

"Better slow down," she said. "The turn off is up here someplace. There it is. By those signs. Take that small road to the left."

Mike slowed the big car and turned off onto the side road. Large trees on either side of the road spread their branches over the road forming a canopy under which Mike drove. He had expected dirt or gravel, but the road was hard surfaced. He knew why. Elly knew people with money and they could afford to surface their own roads if they could not get the county or the state to do it for them.

"It's about three miles in," Elly told him.

She struggled to pull herself up so that she could see her makeup in the rear view mirror.

"Am I all straight?" she asked.

Mike took his eyes from the road for a brief instant.

"Like a million dollars," he said.

Elly chuckled.

"Well, at least a half million, anyway, I'll bet," she said.

They both laughed.

The road was good, but it was narrow. After several more minutes they topped a small rise and Mike could see lights ahead. As they pulled into a fairly large parking lot Mike could hear the sounds of loud music coming from inside the building in front of them. He could see by the number of cars in the parking lot that Elly had been less than truthful when she had said that there were only going to be a few people at the party. He could count nearly a dozen cars in the lot and he was sure that there would be others coming after them.

He parked the car and helped Elly out. They walked up the path to the house, but before they could knock, Elly reached out and opened the door.

"We can just walk in," she said with a grin. "With all that music I don't think anybody would hear the knock anyway."

As she opened the door Mike was assaulted by the barrage of noise that poured out of the room. A loudspeaker throbbed with a heavy drum beat that failed to blot out the sounds of at least three dozen people talking and yelling. It appeared as if the party was already off to a roaring start. Mike looked around. Peopie stood in groups of four or five and several couples were twisting in wild form to the beat of the drums in some exotic dance that Mike had never seen before. At least he had never seen two people do that with their clothes on before. Two white jacketed waiters weaved in and out among the throng carrying trays of drinks.

"We can throw our coats in here," Elly said, as she led Mike down a narrow hallway. They paused outside the door to a room at the end of a hall.

Mike opened the door and stopped cold. The room contained a large bed piled high with coats and jackets. On top of the pile of clothing, a couple lay wrapped in each others arms oblivious to the entrance of Mike and Elly.

The girl was on top and both were stark naked. As he watched the girl slowly raised her hips and ass and Mike could see that she was sitting or lying on the rigid cock of the man beneath her. The hair fringed lips of her love nest moved up exposing the full length of the long red organ that had just filled it to his eager gaze. The girl's tightly puckered ass-hole seemed to wink at Mike.

With a heavy groan the girl let her hips fall and her cunt seemed to swallow the full length of the erect penis once again. She gave a series of sharp little cries and rubbed her body frantically against the body beneath her.

"Oh, Christ, I'm going to come," Mike heard her say.

Elly chuckled and threw her wrap onto the bed. It landed on the girl's back and slid to the floor.

"Don't mind them," Elly told Mike. "It's too crowded here already."

Reluctantly Mike turned from the scene on the bed. They closed the door behind them.

"Some party," Mike said.

"Just wait a while," Elly said, her eyes flashing.

As they entered the living room again they were greeted by a tall blonde woman in a skirt and sweater.

"Elly," she cried. "I'm so glad that you could come."

The woman regarded Mike curiously for a brief moment and ran her gaze up and down his body.

"And who is this one?" she asked.

"Marcia, this is Mike," Elly introduced him. "Mike, Marcia Lawton. She and her husband own this place. Where is that man of yours, Marcia?"

"Europe," Marcia said. She had not taken her eyes from Mike for a second. "Gone for God knows how long."

Her frank appraisal made Mike uneasy, but Elly seemed to pay no attention to it.

While he had the chance, Mike looked at the woman before him. He liked what he saw. She could have been no more than thirty and her full breasts pushed out from behind her sweater. Her green eyes sparkled, her tight short skirt molded the firm lines of her hips and exposed plenty of tanned lovely leg for him to see. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight knob behind her head and she wore no makeup that he could see. The effect created was one of intense, but subdued excitement. There was a sense of perfect naturalness there, but at the same time a natural sexuality came through and made itself felt. Of this, Mike was strongly aware.

The whole mutual appraisal took only a moment and Mike felt sure that Elly hadn't noticed. If she had she made no mention of it. She took his hand possessively and pulled him along.

"Come on," she said. "There are some other people I want you to meet."

"Ohhh," Marcia Lawton said. "I thought that you brought him for me." She winked at Mike as if to say that she was not teasing, not entirely.

"Not on your life, honey," Elly said and squeezed Mike's hand again.

"See you later?" Marcia asked.

Mike gave her a grin and turned to follow Elly. There was time to check out Marcia later. The night was still young. Still a funny feeling lingered. Even considering her spoken words to the contrary, Mike had the distinct impression that Elly was somehow encouraging the relationship between himself and Marcia Lawton. What possible significance that could have he could not say. Unless there was someone else that Elly preferred to be with this evening.

For a few minutes he followed after Elly as she led him around and introduced him to people. For the most part he made no attempt to remember the names he was told. Most of the time he did not even hear what Elly said as she introduced him. But there was one thing he did perk up at. There were a number of pretty women there and Mike made the necessary effort to remember who they were. Most of the men were young, no older than he or Elly. There was not a person over forty in the room.

"Mike," Elly said, breaking into his thoughts. "I want you to meet Wes Underwood. Wes is Allan's accountant."

Mike shook hands with a tall good looking man. Wes Underwood was nearly as tall as Mike, but appeared to be about twenty pounds heavier.

Mike looked quickly at Elly. She noticed his look of concern, but just smiled and shook her head slightly as if to say, "Don't worry about Wes Underwood seeing us together."

Underwood's grip was firm and seemed friendly, but Mike felt an instant dislike for the man. He tried to pinpoint the reason for his feeling. Perhaps it was that, in spite of the firm handshake, Underwood's eyes would not meet his.

"Elly has spoken of you," Underwood said. "I'm pleased to meet you."

Mike muttered the necessary polite words, anxious to be away from the man.

"Mike muttered the necessary polite words, anxious to be away from the man.

"Mike," Elly said, as if sensing his impatience, "there are several things I want to discuss with Wes. Will you excuse us please?"

"Certainly," Mike said. "Take good care of her, Mr. Underwood."

"Call me Wes," Underwood said. He smiled and winked. "You can be sure that I'll take good care of her."

He smiled again and Mike turned away from them trying to decide if Elly had gone off with Underwood so that he could get away from the man or if she actually wanted to be alone with Underwood for a while.

Mike stood for a moment, holding a drink that he had picked off a tray, and looked around. The room was filled with the din of loud music, and the incessant buzzing of a dozen conversations going on at once. Mike was conscious of the fact that the room was warm. He drifted about the room, stopping at one group and then another, tuning in on the conversation. After a while, he saw Elly off to one side of the room in an animated conversation with a young couple. He wondered what had become of Wes Underwood. The man was short and thin with heavy glasses. The girl caught his eye and held it. She was a small cute brunette with a gamin grin and bright sparkling eyes. Her neat little figure was set off to good advantage in a white blouse and a full, but very short skirt. She seemed to be laughing at something that the young man had said and Elly joined her. Mike debated going to join them and decided against it. Several drinks had warmed his belly. He wanted to get high enough to relax and join in the party.

He continued to walk around the room to see what he could find. He deposited his empty glass on a table and picked up a refill.

"You've got big breasts, Sue." he heard one man say to the woman next to him, "and I happen to be queer for huge breasts. Anything wrong with that? I mean, there isn't anything wrong with a guy liking a woman because she has a big pair of tits, is there?"

"But, Georgie," the girl said, "I want someone to like me for what I am, not because I have big breasts. Inside of me, I'm a poet. Sometimes, when I am in bed with a man I look down and see him sucking on my nipples and rubbing my boobs all over and I think that if my breasts were all that he had he would be satisfied. He never even wanted me. All men ever seem to see is my huge chest. A girl is more than tits you know. I'm not sure I even like sex anymore." Her voice broke and she began to sob.

"There, there," the man she had referred to as Georgie said. He put his arm around her. "I like you for what you are."

The girl looked at him sniffling and trying to stifle her sobs.

"Honest, Georgie?" she asked her face tear streaked.

"Sure, kid. Honestly, I do. Here, come on over to the couch and sit down."

Mike watched him lead the large breasted girl toward a sofa off in one corner. He had one arm around her, reaching under her arm to get his palm over one of her breasts. He fumbled with the hem of her sweater with his other hand and the girl made only a halfhearted effort to stop him.

Mike smiled and moved on, stopping a short distance from where a young man was talking to some girls. All three of them seemed to be pretty far gone from the drinking that they had done.

"But LSD isn't really a drug," the man was saying. "It's not like heroin, for example. It's more like a health food. It's good for you."

"Oh, Ronnie," one of the girls said in a bored tone. "Honestly, you can go on in the funniest way."

"But I meant it," the man argued heatedly. "It shows you your soul. It expands your mind. How can that be bad? I ask you, how can it?"

Mike moved on. He had no patience with the fools whose lives were so dull that they had to liven them up with pot or heroin, or now the new one, LSD.

"Saving it?" he heard a masculine voice behind him cry out. "What in the hell for?" Your old age? You must be at least twenty-five. I'm telling you, honey, for your own good, it just isn't healthy for a grown woman of twenty-five to still be a virgin. You might be frigid or even have homosexual tendencies. Honestly, the best thing you could do would be to sleep with me right now, tonight, just to be sure. I could tell you if you might have any tendencies in any wrong direction. You don't want to have that on your mind do you?"

Mike laughed. He wondered how successful the young man would be with that kind of line. It sure as hell was not a new one.

He made his way across the room to a large group on the far side. People kept coming in the door and the room was becoming more and more crowded. He held his drink up high to keep from spilling it and maneuvered around the pack of bodies between him and his goal.

As he moved he felt his arm come into contact with a firm mound of flesh. The mound gave slightly against his arm. Mike turned to see who he had bumped into. It was Marcia Lawton. She was looking up at him.

"Don't move," she said with a teasing grin. "Stay there. That feels good."

Mike smiled as the girl wriggled, rubbing her large tit eagerly against his arm.

She said something that Mike did not hear.

"What?" he asked.

She beckoned him with her finger and he bent his head toward her mouth.

"I said that I hope that you wind up with me tonight."

Mike was aware of the soft whisper of her breath in his ear and he repressed a shiver. Before tie could straighten up, Marcia snaked out her tongue and tickled his ear. Mike jumped and his drink spilled.

"Damn," he muttered.

Marcia laughed.

"A perfectly good drink," Mike said. "Oh, don't worry about that. There are plenty more where that came from."

"If you say so."

Come on out to the kitchen," she said. I'll mix you up something special. My husband has some private stock and you can have whatever you want." For a moment she eyed Mike carefully as if measuring his reaction. Then she added, "And I'm included in that offer too."

As he followed her toward a door at the rear of the room Mike tried to catch a glimpse of Elly, but she was nowhere to be seen. He followed Marcia through a swinging door that led into the kitchen. When the door swung shut behind them Mike relaxed slightly, the noise was muffled somewhat and he found the relative silence a blessed relief.

Marcia stood beside a cupboard and held the door open.

"Help yourself," she said.

As Mike moved toward the open cupboard the girl stepped in front of him.

"Anything you see you can have."

"I thought we came in here to get me a drink," Mike said enjoying the eagerness of his lovely companion.

"Men," was all that Marcia said, but she did step aside.

Mike peered inside the cupboard. He did not even recognize most of the labels. So much for being a poor son of a bitch, he thought. He lifted a bottle of Jack Daniel's Black Label from the shelf. He seldom drank it, but he knew he liked it. Marcia took it from him and splashed a few ounces into a glass. Mike took it from her hand and raised it to his lips. He knew that all of this with the liquor was only a pretense. They were just playing with each other, teasing each other, making each other wait for what they both knew was coming.

Mike knew very well what Marcia wanted and he delayed, taking pleasure in putting her off. But he wanted it too and it could not go on forever.

"How long has your husband been gone?" he asked.

"Too damn long," she replied. "I've been sleeping alone for too many long nights."

Her frank statement did not surprise Mike. He reached out and she moved forward into his arms without any hesitation. Her mouth was a firebrand against his, her wet swollen tongue forced its way deeply inside his mouth.

He heard her moan and her hips brushed frantically against his. He felt his cock rise within his pants and he knew that she could'feel it press against her belly.

The heated womanly smell of her assaulted his senses.

Mike tore his mouth away and looked down into her face.

"God," she said, her eyes tightly closed. "Feel me." A hiss broke from her lips.

She took his hand and pressed it to her underbelly. Her legs were apart and her skirt was pressed tightly against her body. He could feel her heat through the light material and he knew that she wore nothing under the skirt. Her hips pressed forward and Mike knew that the hot woman's cunt was separated from his hand only by a thin wisp of cloth. He pressed with his middle finger and felt her flesh give slightly and knew that he was rubbing his hand in her slit.

He bent his mouth to hers again and held her tightly.

Finally she broke away.

"Not here," she said. Her eyes were steamy.

"Where?" Mike asked.

"Later. Out back, Down by the pool."

He nodded his head.

"When?"

"Soon, you'll see. When everybody else is busy with their own fun."

Some of the fire faded as they talked and Marcia patted her hair back into place. She smiled at him.

"I'll do you good, baby." she told him.

Mike knew that she told the truth. He had had only a small sample of her fire and knew what her promise meant. If she could deliver on that promise it would be pure sensual delight.

Marcia smiled impishly and brushed her hand over the front of his trousers. He gasped slightly as her fingers encountered his manhood.

"I love men," she told him.

"I can see."

"And I love cock."

There was no doubt in Mike's mind that this was a highly sexed woman. He was sure that her husband's absence was only an excuse that Marcia used and if he had met her with her husband in town Mike was sure that she would have made a play for him under those circumstances as well.

"I'll give you all I can," he told her.

"Later," she said. Her voice was soft now.

"Later."

"Let's just go back and mix for now. Watch me and follow me when I leave."

Mike waited a moment and then followed Marcia into the living room. It was mobbed. It seemed as if there was not room for a single new guest. About eight people were gathered in a circle where a young girl stood in the center. She could have been no more than twenty-two or so and was remarkably pretty. Her short cropped black hair framed her round face and her green eyes danced as she spoke.

"That's just what gets me," she said in response to a question that Mike had not heard. "I mean a man can go out and get laid any time he wants to. He just follows his cock around. But a girl has to be so damned careful. Everybody gets mad or huffy when a girl fucks around and they call her names."

Someone on the other side of the group made a comment that Mike could not hear.

The girl shook her head.

"That's not what I mean, I don't want men to stop. I want the same privilege men have, that's all. If I want to take off my clothes here and pull one of the guys down on top of me, why shouldn't I?"

"Go ahead," someone said and the group laughed.

"You think I won't," the girl said, her eyes issuing a challenge.

Several voices shouted derisive comments and the girl's eyes flashed in anger.

"Okay," she said. "Who wants to help?" This time no one spoke up.

The girl looked at the people around her. Mike could tell that the mood of the group had changed. There was more excitement in the air now.

"Go ahead," one young woman said thickly. "Take her up on it. Give it to her. Let her show off her little black-haired pussy."

Several other women nodded in agreement. It was obvious that the sexy episode was getting to all of them.

"Well, who is man enough?" the girl asked.

Four or five men raised their voices. "You can all help," she said. The crowd moved in closer.

"You," the girl said pointing to one man. "Unbutton my blouse."

Everyone turned to look at the man she had chosen.

He hesitated for only a moment and then, stepping forward, he began to fumble with the buttons of the blouse. At first his fingers slipped in his excitement, but he got the buttons undone and the blouse hung open on the girl. The crowd could see the flimsy bra that she wore under it.

"Go ahead," she said. Her voice had lost much of its teasing quality and there was an underlying hoarseness that bespoke her own rising passion.

The man slipped the blouse from the girl's figure and let it fall to the floor. Light freckles dotted the girl's shoulders. They gave her an innocence that only served to heighten the erotic quality of the tableau.

The girl closed her eyes. The man got his fingers behind her and started on her bra clasp. A number of others in the room had stopped what they were doing and had joined the group to watch. Several pulled chairs up to the fringe .of the group and stood on them in order to see better.

"Finish my bra," the girl demanded.

The thin wisp of material suddenly fell from her breasts and fluttered to the floor. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as the girl's breasts were exposed to their view. They were young and full, but stood up proudly without the bra to support them. The nipples were light pink and stood saucily inside rosy circles of aroused flesh.

Mike glanced at the crowd and saw one man's hand steal up and cup the breast of the woman who stood in front of him. The woman made no move to discourage him.

"Breasts were meant to be sucked and played with," the girl said.

"That's enough, Patti," someone said, but there were immediate protests. "No, no."

"Let her do what she wants to do." A man stepped forward.

He reached out and touched one of the full breasts. "Aaahhh," Patti said.

The man slowly rubbed the creamy mound of flesh and the nipple stood upright.

"Suck my nipples," the girl instructed.

The man dipped his head and took one of the turgid tips into his mouth.

"Oh, suck me, baby, suck me," the girl sang.

The man eagerly passed to the other large tit and took its tip into his mouth too.

Patti pulled his head to her chest and held him. Her eyes were closed and there was an open-mouthed smile on her lips.

After a moment another man and a woman stepped forward and began to work on the girl's skirt. The crowd reacted more and more. There was a steady low humming noise that was made by the collective sighs and groans of the watching men and women. The fantastically erotic episode that they were watching was causing the men and women to become more and more aroused. Each couple seemed to be oblivious to the presence of the others. Several couples sank to the floor and began the preliminaries of love. One woman pulled her skirt up in a frenzy and yanked down her panties.

"Christ!" she said as she pulled open the red lips of her hairy slit to provide her lover with easy access to her vagina, "I think I'm coming already. Get that fucking thing in me."

Mike turned and looked at the couch next to him. It was a long one, nearly eight feet long and three couples were entwined on it. None of the six people seemed to be aware that they were part of the show that was going on in the room. One man had his partner's sweater and bra off and was busily teasing her nipples into hard aroused points. Another young man had his head hidden beneath the folds of his partner's skirt. Mike recognized the young brunette that Elly had been talking and laughing with earlier and assumed that it was the young man with the thin face and heavy-rimmed glasses that was burrowing beneath her skirt, planting kisses on the insides of her thrashing thighs and sucking the juicy flow from her steaming cunt.

Mike noticed that a number of couples were leaving the room, walking hand in hand down the several hallways that led from the big room, obviously looking for some privacy, loathe to perform in the public arena as so many were doing now in the living room.

His attention was drawn back to the young girl in the center of the circle by the sharp little cry that spilled from her mouth. He turned to see the last remnant of clothing fall from her lovely form as three husky men dragged her to the floor.

She lay on the floor while the three men rained kisses and touches all over her body. Her figure was lush and ripe and young. Her breasts settled full and soft on her chest as she lay on her back. A small waist seemed to accentuate the size of her breasts and hips. Below her waist her body filled out into full, but strong hips, and tapered into long, clean, smooth, lush legs.

Those slim thighs opened and admitted one of the men. The angry red cleft between her thighs was revealed to their gaze. The girl had a full bush of pubic hair and it curled enticingly on the outsides of the lips of her vulva. Even from where he stood, Mike could see the substantial size of the girl's clitoris peeping from beneath its shelter of the inner pussy lips. There would be no question that with a clit of that size, here was a girl who would delight in having her cunt sucked. Although it seemed all women loved to have a man bury his face in their crotch, Mike knew, there were some few women who seemed to react in a particularly intense fashion. These were the ones who would climax as soon as your tongue touched their clitoris or as soon as your tongue lanced up into their vaginas. This girl would be like that Mike knew. And he knew as well that she would be one capable of many repeated orgasms.

As the man knelt over her, Patti lifted her ass from the floor and raised up bringing her cunt up close to the young man's face. The open red gash was before him. The crowd could see the trickles of moisture that ran out of the lovely girl's love opening and trailed down the insides of her upper thighs to disappear into the crack of her buttocks. The free-flowing juice had also matted her cunt hair plastering in against her public mound.

The young man looked up at his companions and hesitated for a brief interval. Then he buried his face in her open pussy. The girl shrieked in delight as the man's tongue sought and found her randy clitoris. Her whole body tremembled and a long loud hiss poured out of her mouth. Her orgasm coming as soon as it did seemed to surprise the crowd. They, unlike Mike, had been unable to assess her earlier state of arousal and seemingly had not been aware of the clue provided by the size of the beautiful girl's erect clitoris.

"She's coming. Oh, God, she's coming already," one woman breathed.

Mike turned to see a woman watching the show on the floor. The man beside her had his hand under her dress obviously fingering her twat. The woman's hands were not idle either. The man's cock was out of his pants with her hand wrapped around it. Nonetheless, it was obvious that her attention was elsewhere. The rubbing motions of her hand were uneven and she seemed to be handling the man's prick as a second thought. That made no difference to the owner of the organ that she had in her hand, however. Before Mike turned back to the tableau on the floor he saw the opening at the tip of the penis swell and a series of powerful spurts of come jetted forth. The slimy semen coated the woman's hand and splashed on her skirt. Strings of sticky substance settled to the carpeted floor to form small puddles.

There could not be any denial of the sexuality present in the room. Mike felt his erect penis push against the cloth of her trousers.

On the floor, the girl's first orgasm had only been the first act. The men would not let her rest. They seemed determined to give her eager cunt all the attention that it seemed to crave. As the first man finished his job he stepped back, his long thin cock hanging limply now, and another took his place. The man who had done his job joined the third and they continued to play their ministration over the now sweaty form of the girl. Between her thighs their companion labored mightily fucking the soaking wet cunt.

Patti's eyes were closed. Her mouth lolled open. From her lips came the same soft words over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Mike looked up for a moment and caught Marcia's glance from the other side of the crowd. She smiled and turned her head from his toward the door and nodded meaningfully.

Mike understood and tore his eyes from the scene on the floor. The surrounding group had given up all pretense of reservation. All about him people were locked in passionate embraces. Several couples were already fucking right there in the brightly lighted room. The thick smell of sex filled the air. There was a huge quantity of come and pussy juice pouring out of cock and cunt into the room.

Mike made his way around the sprawled couples, taking care not to step on any exposed flesh, and made his way to the door he had seen Marcia pass through. The first blast of cool evening air made him stop short. After the heat of the room and the arousing scene that he had witnessed, the cool night air came as a surprise. Mike was amused and also shocked that he had been so caught up in the action that had been taking place that he really had lost all thought of where he was and what he was doing. He had always considered himself a cool and calm man, but he knew the stimulation he had received the last few minutes from the group fuck was more than any man could ignore. It took him a moment to orient himself and remember that Marcia had said that they could meet down by the pool.

As he stumbled over the lawn trying to avoid leaving too much skin on the wrought iron lawn furniture, he tried to peer into the darkness and see where the pool was. It was apparent that he and Marcia were not the only ones who wanted to make love under the stars. Several times he was brought up short by the sounds of moans and giggles coming from various places in the darkness about him.

From some place near by he heard a girl's eager voice.

"Please, Eddy, I'm so hot. Suck my cunt." The man's voice was harsh. "Goddamn it, I want to fuck."

"I know. I do too, but I'm so turned on I want to have everything before you put in me." There was a pause.

"Will you suck my cock while I eat you."

"A 69," the girl squealed.

Mike heard a brief flurry of activity as the two rearranged themselves mouth to cock and mouth to cunt. Then all he could hear were the wet sounds of her mouth as she moaned and sucked her lover's prick and he lapped at her pussy. Mike knew from the sound that they had to be only a few steps away from him and he moved silently in the opposite direction.

Suddenly he bumped into something on the ground and felt himself losing his balance. He fell to the ground on his belly. Beneath him a man grunted and girl broke into tinkly laughter.

The whole thing was one big orgy, Mike thought as he got to his feet. He wondered how much of this had been known in advance by Elly. It was obvious that she knew most of the people involved. She must have known how things would turn out.

Mike mumbled an apology to the' couple he had interrupted and asked them how to get to the pool.

"Jesus Christ," the man said angrily, "this isn't the goddamn traveler's aid booth. Find it yourself."

Mike felt his anger rise for a moment, but then the humor of the situation hit him and he backed off. He could not see in the inky blanket of darkness. For all he knew the two on the grass had just been about to come when he showed up with his questions. How would he have acted?

As he turned to go, the girl said, "Just keep going that way long enough and you'll fall into the pool."

Mike said thank you and kept walking carefully.

"If you don't find what you're looking for," the girl shouted after him, "you can come back here and do it with me."

The man's voice interrupted her.

"What kind of a nut is he to want to go swimming at a time like this."

"Oh, shut up silly," the girl told him, "and get your face back down in my cunt where it belongs."

Their love noises faded behind Mike.

The grounds were enormous. Mike estimated that he must have walked nearly fifty yards before he felt the grass under his feet give way to concrete. He assumed that he was at the pool's edge and dropped to his knees. His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and he could see the outline of the pool before him.

But where was Marcia?

"Marcia?"

Silence.

"Where the hell are you?" He heard a giggle.

"Find me yourself."

"Damn it. I didn't come out here to play games."

"No?" she asked. Her voice was amused.

"Well," he said in the darkness, "not hide and seek games. Now come over here."

Still on his knees he strained to see into the darkness. He could see the pool, but that was all.

Suddenly he felt a cool hand on his neck.

"You must be part cat," Mike said in surprise.

"I'm part pussy," she said and they both laughed.

"Did watching all that public fucking turn you on?" she asked.

"You'll find out," he told her.

"I'm waiting."

"Are you?"

"Come fuck me, Mike."

He reached for her and she was there and ready for him. She pulled him down on top of her. His mouth met hers and their tongues met. Her wet tongue was a hard spear that filled his mouth.

"Oh, lover!" she moaned. "I need this so much."

Her body strained against his. She was a tigress beneath him.

"Oooooo yes, that's it. More."

Mike's hands worked under her blouse. She wore no brassiere and his hands filled with the sweet warmth of her thrusting tits.

"Tease the nipples. Tease them," she urged him.

Her constant urging stimulated Mike to greater heights.

Under Mike's artful manipulation Marcia seemed to forget about everything and her voice raised until it must have carried over the entire grounds. She seemed not to care; nor did Mike. They were both caught up in the heavy overwhelming need generated by their manipulation of each other. For them there was only this place and this moment. For them there was only the need, the demand, the fuck. For Mike, Marcia was a steaming cunt. To her he was a rigid prick. That was all they needed. That was all they wanted.

Mike held her mouth with his as his hands teased and worried her breasts.

"So good," she said in a whisper. "Use your mouth."

She reached up with her hands and, in her haste, she tore the buttons off her blouse in an effort to get her breasts free to Mike's mouth.

His lips closed over one free nipple and he felt it swell in his mouth.

Her fingers tangled in his hair. He rubbed the surface of the nipple with his tongue while his hands worked under the tight skirt that she wore. She squirmed under him as his hand worked its way up the long course of her trembling thigh. Her legs opened before him. Her yearning slit was there for him to touch.

All of her moving had raised her skirt up around her waist, so Mike had no trouble running his hand all the way up the inside of her creamy thigh and encountering the secret place of her desire. His fingers brushed lightly over the curls that covered her pussy. With a delicate touch he flicked one finger over her erect clitoris and moved down into the groove formed by her two small cunt lips. His finger split the warm wetness of her. The flow of moisture was immense. His probing finger easily slid between the two tender petals and moved further up into her vagina. The palm of his hand came up to cover the whole of her vulva and he pressed gently with the entire palm of his hand to stimulate all of the delicate nerve endings that carried the pleasure from the woman's cunt.

The effect on Marcia was electric. Her hips worked spasmodically against Mike's hand.

"There, there," she moaned. "Oh. Oh. Touch me more ... that's it. I feel it coming."

Her cunt was firm and tight. It gripped the finger he had inserted inside her. She used her cunt muscles like an expert.

Mike knelt over her, his mouth firmly clasped to one nipple, his hand deeply imbedded between her passionate, aroused thighs. Her creamy moisture flowed over his hand soaking her pussy and the insides of her legs.

One of Marcia's hands worked its way between them and she struggled to work his belt buckle free. Then she wormed her long cool fingers inside of his pants and clasped his huge erect peter. Mike's head swam. Her fingers worked the shaft, pulling and squeezing it, rubbing over the sensitive head. One finger touched lightly at the piss hole and smeared the oozing liquid found there over the entire tip of the rigid rammer.

"Oh, God, your cock," she gasped. "I need it."

Her vagina gripped his finger.

Her hot breath burned at his ear.

"Will you come if I suck it first?"

"Christ, yes," he told her. "I'm too excited. I want to shoot in your cunt first."

"Okay," she said, "but I want to lick your balls and suck your cock and drink your cream sometime."

"And I'll suck your clitoris until you come."

"Yes, yes, yes. Get it in me now."

He raised himself above her. His huge tool reached out toward her. Every nerve in his body was on fire.

Then he touched at her outer portal.

"Ohhhhh." It was one long sob that broke from her lips.

Her frantic hand tried to help, but she trembled so violently that she could not effect the entry.

Mike brushed her hand aside and opened her thighs still further. He could not see in the dark, but he knew that this would split open her inner pussy lips as well and give him a clear passage into her crack. With an ease born of much practice, he lunged forward and pierced her to the quick.

Once inside her he remained quiet for a moment. Then he began a series of even measured thrusts, pulling his cock nearly out with each up stroke. When he came back down again he felt his pubis bang into Marcia's and his hair met the hair on her pussy. He knew that such heavy firm strokes would not only ream out her vagina, but would send thrills of pleasure through her clitoris as well. Her tight vagina gripped him firmly and he could hear a soft wet noise as he moved his prick in her cunt.

Suddenly she began to move faster.

She gripped him with her long legs. She ground her cunt against him.

"Here it comes!" she yelled as the crisis approached. "Darling. Darling."

And then it happened. The night sky was replaced with a flash of intense light that almost blinded Mike. When it seemed that the woman's tortured body could stand no more, her nerves gave one last shudder and then came the blessed release that left her trembling and twitching on the cool grass and cement under Mike's weight.

For a moment she had fainted. When she regained her senses a moment later Mike had rolled off her and was sitting next to her looking down at her. She could not see him, but she knew from the touch that he was sitting and she imagined that she could see him.

Her hand reached out and captured his still swollen cock. It was damp with the sticky juice from her cunt and his own rich outpouring of sperm. She bent over and took the delicious tool into her mouth for a moment running her tongue over the sensitive head and sucking deeply. She seemed excited by the idea of sucking the cock that had just filled her vagina and was still covered with both juices.

Mike lay back, but her hand followed him refusing to give up the wand in her hand.

"Oh, golly, but I loved it," she said.

"Did you now?" Mike asked.

The woman's hand tightened on his prick.

"You tease," she said. "You know I did. You couldn't help but tell, could you?"

"No. You were good."

Again she returned her attention to what she held in her hand. She bounced the now soft flesh in her palm.

"It seems funny that this little thing could have done all that," she said with a chuckle in her voice.

As she spoke she felt the soft tool move a little in her hand and then it began to fill with blood and grow once again.

"So soon?" she screamed in glee.

"With a cunt like yours so close I think I could manage to keep a permanent hard on," Mike replied.

"Oh, baby," Marcia said, her hand working the swelling cock.

"If you're ready again," Mike said.

"Oh, no. Not now. I had enough of this lovely thing to last a week. You really know how to give it to a girl. I'm only afraid that my poor little pussy will be so used to this wonderful prick that I may never be able to satisfy it with anything less."

"Any time you need me."

"For a minute there I thought I might have died and gone to heaven." Mike laughed. "Do they fuck in heaven?"

"They damn well better," Marcia said. "Or else I don't want to go there. Imagine fucking on a cloud."

Mike sat up and pulled away from her hand. He could hear the sounds of the crickets as they chirped happily in the spring evening and he thought he heard the sound of a bat or an owl in the night sky. For a moment he was alone and he just listened, forgetting where he was and what he was doing.

"We should get back," he said at last. The others will wonder where we are."

"Don't let that bother you. No one comes here to see me. They all have plenty to do on their own."

Mike wondered at a note of bitterness in her voice.

"Are your parties always like this?" he asked.

"Usually they end up like this. This is a place where all the rules are thrown away. For some people it's sex. For others drugs. For others it means a chance to get off in a corner with a member of their own sex. Does that last part surprise you? Right now there are probably several couples where two women have their tongues in each other's cunts. Hell, there may even be a couple of guys around sucking each others cocks for all I know. But the women are the worst ones. I know a hell of a lot more queer women than queer men."

"I always thought it was the other way around. Aren't there more male homosexuals than female?"

"It only seems that way because a woman can hide it easier. A lesbian can always open her legs and let a man fuck her and pretend to be straight. But a guy has to get a hard on. He has to go out and get his ass. So it is harder for a man to pretend he is what he isn't. One of the purest lesbians I know is married and has two kids. But she probably only has fucked her husband a half dozen times in the ten years that they have been married."

"How do you know all that?"

Marcia laughed.

"Whose pussy do you think he gets into when his wife turns him down at home."

"Yours?"

"Probably others too. I can't take care of him all the time. But don't worry baby, he has nothing that can match you for equipment."

"Who is it?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. I just wondered."

"I suppose I could tell you. I don't like gossip, but what the hell. It's Wes Underwood. I don't think you know him."

"I do. He works for Elly's husband, doesn't he."

"That's the one. I'm sure I don't have to ask you to keep quiet about it do I."

"I was just curious."

"Don't tell Elly. It will get to her husband and might embarrass Wes. I don't want to do that."

"I would suppose that she already knows. Something like that."

"Maybe. But be careful."

"As I said before. Some party."

"Most of them can't wait to get out here," Marcia said.

"Where you can sample all the merchandise," Mike added.

"That's part of it. But I am fussy."

"Can I take that as a compliment then?"

"You were the pick of the litter."

"I don't know if I like it put that way. It makes me feel too much like a stud."

"Oh, don't be such a goose," she laughed. "You're a real man. You can use me as a reference if you ever need one in this line of work."

"Will your husband sign the reference too?"

"I would imagine right now a few thousand miles away from here that long skinny cock of his is ramming in and out of some strange twat he found to keep him company." She paused. "We have our understanding. We have a modern marriage."

"That usually means that the husband and wife can't stand each other, but don't want to get a divorce for any of a lot of reasons so they just go of fucking on their own."

"Very good. What are you, a psychologist?"

"No just a guy who never thought he could make it as a husband and who wonders why so many other losers ever even try."

"Maybe just to get it regularly."

"Christ no. That can't be it."

"Maybe you will get married some day."

There was a long pause.

Finally Mike said, "Yes, maybe someday. Who knows."

"I suppose we should get back," she said. "Yes."

"Maybe we can do this again," she said.

Mike thought not, but he got to his feet and helped her up saying that he would look forward to it.

They hunted around in the darkness for their clothes and got dressed as best they could. It seemed cooler now and Mike was aware of the clammy feeling of his clothes. He brushed twigs and loose grass from himself. They started-back toward the house. Marcia led the way and Mike followed with his hand in hers. It was worth following behind a woman if it meant that he could save his shins a few knocks on the iron and cement furniture that was scattered all around the grounds.

From off to one side a feminine shriek split the night air and they both laughed. Somewhere, someone had just climaxed in the night and, like Marcia and Mike a few minutes ago, they gave no cares as to who heard them. Mike could not help wondering how many people had heard his groans and Marcia's shrill yell a short time before, but no one would have had any way of knowing who it had been. For that he was happy.

They entered the living room and Mike was surprised to see that it was almost empty. For the most part, the only people that remained were asleep in the chairs. Here and there a couple lay on the floor half or completely naked or perhaps covered by a coat or blanket by some well meaning person who had passed them.

Several people, two men and a woman, all the worse for wear, stood off to one side of the room arguing in subdued voices. They paid no attention to Mike and Marcia as they came in. Except that the woman was naked there was nothing odd about the three of them. She stood sideways to Mike and could see that her cunt hair was a soggy mass and was plastered to her loins. The two men had probably given her a good work out during the past few hours. One of them must have come right in her bush to have made it so wet. Probably he was so excited he came from sheer excitement before he even got his tool inside of her snatch.

Mike looked around for Elly and could not see her.

He was not especially concerned, but he wanted to make sure that no fight or argument came of this evening. That might throw a monkey wrench into the plans for the set up with Allan Farris. He reminded himself that this had all been Elly's idea and she surely must have know how it would all end up. The question was who did she come here to fuck tonight?

"Mike, darling," Marcia said, "I really am exhausted and I have to go into town tomorrow morning so I am going to bed. Can you manage to take care of yourself from here?"

Mike nodded.

"Did you drive?"

"Yes. But I don't see Elly. Do you think I should wait around to be sure that she gets a ride?"

Marcia's face wore an amused expression.

"That shouldn't be necessary. It usually isn't. If she hasn't gone already, she can stay here and I can give her a ride into town in the morning."

"Okay," Mike said. "Goodnight, Marcia."

"You will come again?"

"Of course," he lied.

"Good. Then goodnight." She stood up on her toes and brushed his lips with her own, then turned and walked out of the room.

Mike got his jacket from the room with all the coats. The same couple that had been in the room when he and Elly had arrived hours before slept soundly on the bed, the man's cock standing stiff and ready to fuck even in his deep sleep. After an evening like the man must have had with the girl beside him Mike wondered that there was any life left at all in his rigid pole. But for all Mike knew the two of them never left the room and all they did was fuck day and night without ever even stopping to eat.

The night air was cool on his face as he left the house. He took his time driving home and was surprised to see that it was nearly two in the morning before he pulled up in front of his apartment building. He thought about Elly and figured that she must be with Wes Underwood. Mike was not jealous, but he was curious and a little bit worried. He could trust himself to keep his mouth shut, but he was worried that Elly might let something slip and Underwood worked for her husband. There was a distinct possibility that Underwood felt a business loyalty to Allan Farris that existed in spite of the fact that he was banging his wife. Elly was sex. But to Underwood Farris represented money and security. To some men that was more important than all the cunt in the world.

Mike left the car in front of the building. Without the cool air blowing in his face he felt sleepy and was eager to get to bed. For the moment he put the worries of Elly Farris, Allan Farris and all that good green money out of his mind.