Chapter 14
Three nights later, at seven o'clock, Lori arrived at the shop, her stomach a little fluttery as she considered what was about to take place. Brutus had told her she was the best fuck he had ever had and that since she was so damned sensuous and ready for it, she would surely enjoy a group sort of thing, with several couples. He asked her to come as his partner to a sex party, and she had agreed, excited by the prospect. Now she was not so certain, for it was another one of those big steps, and this one could be embarrassing as hell before it all ended if they were not the right sort of people.
What she was really worried about, of course, was whether she could measure up to the other girls there. Would she be inadequate, uneducated in the exotic ways of sex?
Oh, shit! she thought. If Brutus told her she was the best, then she was, innately, and she should have no fears.
She pushed open the shop door, went inside where the ten-year-old pointed at the curtain. "Everyone's upstairs."
"You're going to be here?" she asked, incredulous.
"No. Brutus drives me out before it starts. Any minute now, in fact. But I always like to see who comes. Then I go home and jack-off thinking about one of the girls. Tonight-you, I think."
"Gee, what an honor," she said.
"You shouldn't mock, boobs."
"I'm not!" she said in mockery.
"I'll have you know that I've jacked-off to some of the most beautiful women in the world."
"How old are you?"
"My business. But twelve, if you must know."
"Starting early?"
"Maybe. Want to educate me more swiftly?"
"Not at the moment."
"Like I said," the kid said, grinning, "I jacked-off to the best cunts in the world. Monroe. Raquel Welch. Even Goldie Hawn. You name the woman, and if I ain't jacked-off thinking about her, I'll crap right here in my pants out of mortification."
"I have a better idea," she said.
"Huh?"
"If I name a gorgeous woman you haven't masturbated while thinking about her, you can go home and jack-off and make up for the omission."
"No need," he said. "I got you to think of, boobs. Well, I best go before Brutus comes to shoo me. Lock the door behind? Everyone's here."
She agreed, watched him go, then locked the shop door behind him. She paused to get her breath in the darkened store and then went through the beaded curtain, upstairs to where the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted down ...
Upstairs, there were seven people, including Brutus, all in the main room, sitting on the thick carpet and listening to music-Grand Funk Railroad at the moment-and they all turned to look at her as she came into the room, feeling fluttery, still, in her tummy. And when she looked around, she felt even more fluttery, because all the girls were so damned pretty! It had to be this way, did it? The competition was going to be stiff.
Brutus rose and went to her, put an arm around her. "You've got to meet everyone, of course. It's the best thing to do if you plan on going to bed with them." He accompanied her to where he had been sitting, and they both dropped onto the carpet. "This is Milo and Bettina," he said. The man was small, dark, very intense, with eyebrows that met over his nose. He smiled and nodded.
"You're very pretty," Bettina said. She was very pretty herself, and Lori let her know she thought so. Bettina was as dark as Milo, with long, straight black hair and big black eyes in the middle of her olive complexion, more beautiful, in that Grecian manner, than Shana Alexandra had been, though this girl might be Italian of a softer sort than most.
"Bob and Jean," Brutus continued, pointing to a couple that Lori found quite sexually attractive, a Negro couple with Afro hair. Bob was very well muscled, with his shirt off, and the look he gave her was one of a man who vastly enjoys the pleasures of the body and knows how to summon them into full power. Jean was a big-breasted, small waisted black girl with the longest, loveliest legs Lori had ever seen, the legs of a tall girl, perhaps five-ten. She wanted, very much, to see them naked and to be against them, kissing and touching, sucking and screwing with them.
Almost as if the attendees had been chosen for variety, the last couple, John and Sandy, were Aryan types. He was tall, well-built, with hair so blond it was almost white. He resembled one of those actors whose name you never learn but who almost without fail plays only Nazi officers and commandants of police camps and concentration camps. Yet he lacked that touch of cruelty, seemed gently quiet, watchful, intelligent and open. Sandy was gorgeous, perhaps the most beautiful girl, Lori thought, she had ever seen. Sandy was about five-six, and sitting there in shorts, without a bra beneath her tee-shirt, the big brown circles of her nipples visible through the thin cloth, her perfect legs crossed over each other, Lori wondered how she could ever, ever interest any of the men when this beautiful woman was there and available.
"She's perfectly lovely," John said to Brutus.
Lori blushed a little. "So are you two. So is everyone here! I feel like the poor little raggedy kitten lost from home!"
They all laughed, and the ice seemed broken as everyone began to chatter at once. There was wine, a very sweet wine that one could not drink too much of (which was Brutus' purpose in serving it), but which was delicious and refreshing and served to loosen the tongue. There were some snacks, but no one much cared about eating, apparently because they did not want to destroy the nice euphoric haze that the wine had brought to them.
It surprised Lori that the minutes passed and, though sex was one topic of discussion, they did not seem to be anxious to start fucking, to begin the orgy that was the basic purpose of each one of their presences. The conversation flowed naturally, easily. And except for the relevancy of conversation and the lack of inhibitions of vocabulary, much the same sort of conversation could have taken place at any cocktail party anywhere in Middle America.
She found each of the people there interesting, some of them perfectly engrossing, like the black couple, who had spent a year in the Peace Corps, then had returned and used the money saved to rent a loft apartment where both of them painted, earning enough to live on and hoping for discovery somewhere along the line. They were a delightful blend of militant and peacenik, something rare in these days when the subculture was split between pacifists and outright hate mongers and violence junkies. The dark couple, Milo and Bettina were quieter than most, but spoke at length and intelligently about film, which they were involved with. The Aryans, John and Sandy, were both school teachers, which explained their shorter hair, though John's was certainly fuller than the hair of school teachers back in Altoona!
In short, the party was nothing as Middle America described such events. People were not lusting after each other like animals. They were people first. And when they had delved into each other long enough and deeply enough, when they felt they would be relating mentally as well as physically when they got to the sex, they would begin the amorous activities for the evening. Lori hoped they learned to relate very soon, for her cunnie was jumping about with glee at the thought of having several men and women as her lovers, all uninhibited, several of them able to attend her at the same moment ...
At last, at ten o'clock, three hours after the party had begun, they broke out the grass and some hashish and had a smoke, almost a token sort of thing. Lori was a little scared, never .having sampled the stuff, but when they apologized that she would hardly feel anything, probably, because it was her initial experiment, she puffed the drug weed without fear. But she did feel something, though not as much as the rest of them, and by ten thirty, they were dreamy, floating a little, necking and fondling each other.
Soon, she saw that they were all naked, and she slid out of her own clothes, with Brutus' aid, then undressed him, kissing his hot, swollen penis with great pleasure, licking and chewing at the big knob that had given her so much pleasure only a couple of days ago.
Her little snatch pulsed and dripped, and her nipples ached and were hard as pebbles on her lovely tits.
"Why don't we let Lori have a smotherfucking?" Jean asked, her black face split with a grin.
"Smotherfucking?" Lori asked, not understanding what the other girl meant.
"To show you our good will," Bettina said.
"But what is it?" Lori asked, still uncomprehending.
"Smotherfucking?" Jean asked.
"Yeah."
"That's the name we have for it. You might also call it quintralism, if there is such a word. Five people make love at once. You take a cock in your pussy, another in the ass, one in your mouth, and you jerk off the fourth guy."
Lori felt her belly explode at the same time her cunnie did, not certain whether to rebel at the concept or sprawl out and ask for it right away. There was no question that the concept of making it with four guys at once was exciting, but it was also rather awkward, wasn't it? She said as much.
"Not at all," Bettina said.
"You'll love it," Sandy said. "And the guys love it."
"Bet your ass!" Bob said, chuckling.
"But-" Lori said.
"Relax," Bettina said. "Each of us has had it. And we are still in one piece, you see. It's great. You don't know what the hell an orgasm is until you're speared from all directions!"
"But how?" Lori asked.
John had come around to her and was kneading her heavy tits, sitting next to her on the floor, his cock punching out hot and red and ready as any length of meat could ever be. It throbbed against her hip and thrilled deep into her guts, up in her soft cunnie. Her scalp tingled. She wanted that dick so bad! Wanted all of them!
"Spread your legs and get ready," Brutus told her. "We'll be more than glad to show you how, Lori."
"I'm sure you will, you horny bastard!" Jean said, laughing.
Brutus grinned, stroking his meat as he looked across at Lori from where he had moved next to the black girl. "Well, Lori?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said as John took her hand and laid it on his cock and balls. "I want you, all of you. And at the same time!"
Her cunnie dripped and dripped ...