Chapter 8
Abigail and Elmer drove Janet back to the lodge at about two o'clock in the afternoon. Marci was just finishing breakfast when Janet breezed into the room, a wide smile on her face.
"Good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning!" Janet beamed, rushing over to give her pudgy friend a large, sloppy affectionate kiss.
"My goodness," Marci bubbled happily. "Are you sick or something?"
"Sick?" said Janet, laughing warmly and naturally for one of the first times in her life. "I have never felt better." She moved lightly around the room. "I feel like singing. I feel like dancing. I feel like flying." She giggled. "Except I don't know how to sing or fly or dance."
Marci rushed to her and hugged her tight. "Oh, Janet," she squealed. "It was really good, wasn't it?" She blushed. "I guess it's not right of me to ask you something like that. But I guess it must have been really wonderful. I mean you're so changed—and all for the better. I hope you don't mind my saying so. You're a whole new person. I'm just so happy for you!"
Janet sighed excitedly. "Don't apologize. It was more than wonderful. It was the end of the world. I've never known anything like that before—that kind of absolute freedom. It was so beautiful. So fuckin' beautiful." Her mind was racing, and she wanted to share it. "I never dreamed sex could be that good. Not even a half—a third—one tenth that good! Holy moses! Was it that good for you with him? I mean, like the end of the world."
"No," Marci shrugged simply. "But then we just fucked. I knew you and he were going to do more than fuck. I knew that he was going to like fuck your whole mind, your whole consciousness. And that's what he did, isn't it?"
Janet rushed to the other woman and hugged her again. "Yes, honey, that's what he did, I guess."
That afternoon, the two of them went out skiing and, for the first time at the lodge Janet really began to enjoy herself. Even when the guy appeared whose cock she had been sucking when his mother walked up, Janet smiled politely and felt no sting of embarrassment or resentment. Even more interestingly, there were two extremely attractive young men on the slopes—alone—and it took next to no time for she and Marci to catch their eyes.
Curt and Jasper were both from Lexington, Kentucky (not far from Louisville, Janet whispered, her brain working overtime already) and both were not only single but were well-established professionals (Curt was a lawyer and Jasper a doctor). Both were blond and Germanic looking, a type that Janet had never really had any involvement with but a physical type that she definitely found hot-looking.
The men invited Janet and Marci to the bar for cocktails and sitting around the fire the four wasted little time in deciding they definitely would like to get to know each other better. Jasper had taken a particular shine to Marci, but Janet found herself equally attracted to the two men. When they suggested that the two girls both come up to their room—instead of splitting off in couples—Janet and Marci readily accepted, and Janet had to admit to herself that she was hoping that the scene might turn into a group thing.
After one more drink and some small talk, Curt asked the girls if they ever went riding. Marci shrugged and said that she had a couple of times when she was younger, but Janet had to admit she had never been on a horse.
Jasper laughed. "That's not exactly what we meant," he smiled.
Curt stood up and walked to the closet, which he opened to reveal two full sets of riding regalia for men, plus several sets of stirrups, halters, and riding crops. Marci looked somewhat dumbfounded, but Janet realized right away what the two German buddies were into.
The two men began to put on the riding clothes, and a definite change came over their personalities. Jasper in particular seemed to get excited by the costume and game-playing, and Curt (who was the shorter-haired and butcher of the two anyway) started to get really tough and mean.
Janet and Marci followed the men's lead by quickly shedding their ski clothes, so that they were clad only in their undergarments. The men looked on approvingly as the two women displayed themselves in their bras and panties, showing without stripping further that they had ample wares in both the ass and tit department.
Curt came toward Janet with his riding crop and jiggled her tits with it. She felt the kind of tautness begin between her legs that she had felt with James, and she whispered, "Look, big boy, you know how to use that thing?"
"Use it?" Curt laughed loudly. "The question is, do you know how to take it?"
Janet then got her turn to laugh. "Take it?" she repeated. "Just try me, stud."
She noticed that her talk was getting the blond man excited, and from the bulge in his riding pants, he had a lot to get excited with. Both men had turned away when they had dressed up a few minutes before, so that Janet and Marci had not really gotten a full view of their cocks. Now the anticipation began to grow and grow.
Across the room, Jasper was forcing Marci down on all fours on the thickly-piled rug. He then mounted her, pressing her nearly naked body tightly between his muscular thighs.
"Oh, baby," Jasper yelled, really into his trip now. "Show me how you can do it. Give me a ride. Give it to me!"
Marci strained her back up into the air and began bucking like a horse. Jasper's cock grew thick and excited as she moved, and he frantically needed to touch her. He reached out and unfastened her bra, grabbing hungrily down for her dangling tits and squeezing them hard.
"Oh, buck, baby, buck!" he yelled, and the pressure of his granite hard cock indeed was driving Marci to muscular feats she would never have thought herself capable of.
"Let them play," Curt hissed old, his voice cold as ice—which of course sent shivers down Janet's spine. "Lie down, you cunt."
Janet welcomed the abuse, hungered for if, having learned her lesson well the night before from James. All those filthy expletives were not really expressions of hate, she realized, but of love.
"You pig, you cunt, you bitch!" Curt said with brutal affection. "Lie down, I said, you bitch."
Janet took her position at his feet, lying flat on her back. Curt towered over her, brandishing a long riding crop.
"Take off your underwear, bitch," he ordered, and Janet hastened to comply. Quickly she lay totally naked under his gaze, and the sneer at the corners of his lips let her know that he approved of what he saw.
He brought the crop down gently on her right tit.
"You like that, cunt?" he asked.
"Harder," Janet begged. "Harder, master, harder."
Her begging turned Curt on. He ripped the satin riding shirt from his chest and stood towering over her half-naked. But instead of complying with her wishes, he kept bringing the riding crop down softly, softly, all over her body, every inch of which was still painfully tender from the escapades of the night before.
"Oh, Curt," Janet whispered, getting hotter and hotter. "Harder, please, harder. Hurt me, please! Beat me! Make me yours!"
"Shut up, you cunt!" He screamed, tugging at the zipper of his jodpurs and tugging them, too, off, so that he was totally naked except for the brown boots which came up to the middle of his calves.
His tool was long and mean looking—certainly not the thickest cock Janet had ever seen, but perhaps the longest. It had a curve in the middle of it, even now in its state of intense erection, and Janet decided she thought that was real cute.
Across the room, Jasper was still bucking up and down on his make believe horsey. He was still fully clothed, and Janet thought Marci looked particularly sexy bobbing up and down in just her panties.
Jasper reached down and freed his cock, letting it jut out of his pants through the open fly. The hot meat flopped excitedly up and down on Marci's now sweating back, causing her to buck with even greater excitement.
"Faster, faster, baby!" he yelled, pressing his thighs and his cock warmly into her white, sexy flesh.
Curt snapped the riding crop down hard on Janet's cunt. "You like that, bitch?" he asked.
"Oh, no," Janet lied. "Stop, stop. I can't stand it. Please stop."
Her mock antagonism turned Curt on even more. "Well, you will like it, bitch. You'll learn to like it. Or else!" He hit her hard across the cunt again, then instead of raising the crop to dig into her flesh again, he began sawing at her crotch with it, as if her were playing a violin.
The riding crop moved back and forth over her cunt-lips, grating deeper and deeper until it began to nibble at her clitoris as well. Janet was in ecstasy, but she realized she could not reveal her pleasure or it would immediately stop.
"Don't," she begged loudly. "Please, stop!"
Curt dug into her with renewed vigor, the riding crop pressing harder and harder over her clit until Janet was sure she would come in another few seconds.
She was saved from that (which she was sure Curt would not have approved of) by the sound of another excited climax emanating from across the room. Jasper began to moan frantically as Marci kept bucking, and at last he could hold back no longer. With a long, low squeal of glee, he arched his own back high up into the air and his cock, flopping frantically into Marci's soft, warm flesh, shuddered and spurted a hot load of come all over his horse's back.
Both horse and rider then fell to the floor exhausted and began kissing and nibbling at each other. Janet figured they were probably out of it for the rest of the evening, which was too bad, because she had had designs on Jasper herself. Or maybe Jasper and Curt at once. Oh, well.
Meanwhile, she had more than enough to handle in terms of the long, crooked rod that was thrusting the air above her. Curt didn't touch his own cock but just let it throb and jut as he toyed at her cunt with his riding whip. She knew that he was getting it readier and readier, and then she was sure that when he did jab it into her, he was preprogrammed to shoot off almost immediately. Some men were almost all foreplay, Janet was learning, especially the kinkier ones.
Suddenly Curt stopped the action with the riding whip, and, to Janet's surprise, he reached down and turned her over roughly on her stomach. Halfway expecting to feel her anus entered by one end or the other of the riding crop, Janet was surprised to feel the touch of cold metal instead. Curt was busy putting some sort of harness over her head, even to the extent of forcing a steel bit between her teeth. It wasn't exactly what Janet had expected to get in her mouth about now, but what the hell, she thought. To each his own.
The harness had brown leather reins attached to it, and Curt straddled her, jerking roughly on the reins. "Giddy-up, you bitch!" he commanded, and Janet began to roll her body up and down in a kind of rocking motion, trying to imitate what she had seen Marci doing a few minutes before.
"Not that, you stupid cunt!" Jasper cried out. "God, you certainly are stupid. Stop it."
Janet's body trembled. He still stood straddling her, and she had no idea what to expect next. She peeked a look back over her shoulder and saw his curved cock was still trembling, rigid and erect.
"Don't move, you god-damn bitch," Curt ordered her. Curt dropped to his knees and began swatting her hard across the ass.
"Giddy-up!" he commanded, but as soon as she began to move, he would hit her even harder and yell, "Stop it, you stupid cunt."
This went on ten or twelve times, then suddenly and without warning, Janet felt the long, curved cock ram deeply into her rectum. "Oh, shit," Curt yelled at the top of his lungs, coming profusely on his third thrust. The come spurted and spurted into Janet's ass, and as he withdrew from her hole, more hot gism spurted onto her hips and back.
Janet looked up to see Jasper standing before her. He had gotten it up again after all, she realized—and how. After shooting come all over her back, Curt then shoved his still erect dick back into Janet's ass. Jasper dropped quickly to his knees as Curt did that, bucking his own thick erection into Janet's mouth. The two friends fucked her frantically at both ends, coming almost simultaneously.
Thinking that was surely the end, Janet was in for yet another surprise. "Now, you bitch," Curt commanded. "Let's see you and your little buddy eat each other's pussies. It's no fun for the men to have all the fun."
Janet looked at Marci and blushed. Why not? she thought.
Marci's head went hungrily towards Janet's crotch. She had waited for this for a long time. Her tongue slipped eagerly inside the lips and found the clit. Janet moaned happily.
"God damn you, bitch!" Curt yelled out, leaping across the room and grabbing Janet's red hair roughly. "I said for you to eat each other out. Now do your share, bitch, or I'll have to teach you a lesson!"
He shoved Janet's head down roughly into Marci's pussy hair. Janet felt foolish and confused. Then she noted a sweet fragrance issuing out of Marci's snatch. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She went after the smell, tentatively at first, then more and more eagerly. Marci was soon moaning as happily as Janet.
The two women came several times, both singly and together. The men stood over them, occasionally bearing down on them with the riding crops. As the women kept on coming, getting hotter and hotter each time, Janet looked up to note that the two men were masturbating wildly as they stood there above them. Soon the two women again felt the rain of hot come all over their bodies as they men shot their wads a third time.
It was almost midnight when the two couples left the room and headed down the Leather Lounge below. Both James and Jake were on the bar, as it was a Friday night and the place was quite busy.
James gave Marci and Janet a big smile. "You girls hear about the party yet?" he asked, giving both of them a sexy, private wink.
"Party?" Marci giggled. "Why, whatever could you mean?"
"A party is a party is a party," James smiled. "But actually this one is rather special. It's the first really wide-open party we've ever given at home. An other-side-of-the-mountain party, you might say. And the whole fucking community is invited."
"Oh," said Janet, slightly disappointed. "I was hoping—well, you know—for something more private. Like maybe just the three of us."
James laughed, not unkindly. "So this way we can still have a party within the party. Two-way parties, and three-ways, and sixteen-ways. It's a big house, honey. You should know that."
Janet smiled. It did sound intriguing. "Can we invite our new friends?" she asked, feeling the excitement build.
"Oh course," James replied, looking them up and down. His mother did love watching blonds. "The more the merrier."
So that was settled. All they had to do now was wait.
Janet and Marci and the two blonds rode to the party with Vito and a hot little brunette waitress from the Italian restaurant. The waitress had obviously never been to the fabled chalet, and she was bubbling over with anticipation during the whole ride.
"Golly," she kept saying. "I've heard about it. I guess everyone within a hundred miles of here has heard about it. About what goes on there. But I never thought I'd be going there. Myself. To a party!"
Vito grinned broadly at her and reached over and squeezed her thigh. It was obvious that she was going to be part of his party for the evening. He'd been after the little bitch for months, but this was the first time she'd been willing to go out with him, her husband being luckily out of town for the week-end, off in Indianapolis, no doubt fucking his brains out in some black whorehouse.
As they pulled around the bend, they noticed several cars had already arrived. The barbed-wire fence was open, and the gate was down over the moat. Obviously the cars in which the visitors were arriving were being parked outside. Only that black Cadillac, perhaps, was ever allowed to enter the castle grounds themselves.
Janet and Marci stared about in wide-eyed amazement.
"Were you blindfolded, too?" Janet asked.
Marci giggled in the affirmative.
The entrance way itself was notable chiefly because of a large fresco that had been painted there, not unlike some of the satanic pictures Elmer had cut from ancient books to paste on his wall collage.
What was depicted was some wild satanic orgy, with every perverse sexual combination imaginable (and some rather unimaginable ones) drawn in explicit detail. The painting covered the whole wall of the entrance foyer, as if to set the scene for the whole castle within.
Leading off from the foyer were four open doors. No one was there to greet them, and there was no indication which direction they should go in.
"Oh, that's part of the fun," Vito laughed. "This place is a real maze, but the party is going on everywhere at once. Take any path you like. All roads lead to ranch. Just make yourself at home wherever you go." He looked at the hot little waitress beside him. "And I suggest we split up. Just for the hell of it."
Curt and Jasper looked at each other and decided to each go it alone down a separate path. Vito and his hot-to-trot waitress headed off down a third path, leaving Janet and Marci to explore the fourth path, through the door farthest to the right.
They found candles just outside the door, and both of them lit one.
"This is kind of creepy," Janet said excitedly. "A bit like going exploring in a haunted house."
Marci shivered and reached out for her hand. They started carefully down the path, holding their candles high as they went.
After about fifteen feet, they came to a door. Janet opened it, and the room on the other side was a circular, white-tiled space surrounded with urinals. It was empty, and there seemed to be no door leading anywhere else. Janet and Marci departed the way they had entered. There was no party there.
They retreated down the tunnel along which they had been advancing and found a fork about half-way back. Taking the new fork, they immediately came to another fork, then another. "Let's just keep going left until we find something," Janet suggested.
What they found was a rather unpleasant surprise. Coming upon one of the small cubicles that Janet remembered well from the night before, they found Uncle Elmer in full drag, performing cunnilingus on the shrewish waitress from the coffee shop by the railroad station. "Good God, is she here?" Janet exclaimed, slamming the door quickly on the very unnatural act. "He must have been serious when he said he was inviting the whole town."
Indeed, as they made their way along, face after face that they had seen during the past few days appeared—the pimply-faced boy from the concession stand, the faggot desk clerk, the skier and his mother, the old man and woman who owned the ski resort, even the puritanical taxi driver who had driven them up to the lodge.
That taxi driver, in fact, who had warned them about the ski resort, appeared to be having the time of his life, pumping ten inches of hot dick into the bunghole of a plump matron whom Janet later learned was the wife of the local Methodist minister. The minister himself was off in another cubicle, it appeared, with the desk clerk. The old woman who worked the hotel desk at night (the one who loved her gin) turned out to be the kinkiest of all, and Marci surprised her several hours later trying to make it with one of the German shepherd guard dogs.
Janet and Marci were beginning to feel a little like voyeurs when at last they stumbled upon two available men—men in fact that the two of them had been interested in all along, namely the bell boy and the pimply guy from the concession stand.
The four of them, by chance, happened on one of the larger rooms in the chalet at the same time, from opposite directions. The bell boy said that the two of them had just gotten there, so Janet assumed that they must have come almost full circle and were now almost back to the entrance.
None of that mattered much. What mattered was that it was party time, and both Marci and Janet had found someone to party with at last.
Janet was hell-bent on finishing what she had started a few days before, so she beckoned the bell boy, whose name was Tom, across the room to an overstuffed couch.
"Lie down," she whispered sexily, "and undo your fly."
Tom excitedly complied, while Janet removed her sweater and bra, so that firm, ample tits hung free. She thrust them into the boy's face and he nibbled at them hungrily, tonguing carefully around the tips so that her nipples stood out hard and firm.
"Oh, suck those tits, sugar," Janet ordered. "Suck those tits good, and you'll get a good suck yourself."
The boy's cock bobbed excitedly out the opening in his fly, but Janet wasn't ready to get him off—not yet. She stood up and dropped her ski pants, pulling the boy's face hotly into her cunt, so that his nose nuzzled cozily into her wet, sweet-smelling panties.
"Oh, sniff that pussy, big boy," she cooed. "Do you like the smell of that pussy?"
The bell boy nodded eagerly, virtually speechless with excitement.
"Well, then, sugar," Janet ordered. "Pull those panties down and really get your nose into that snatch!"
The boy fumbled nervously and jerked the panties down around her knees. His face leapt hungrily back between her legs and Janet felt his virgin tongue search hesitantly for her opening.
"There, there!" she directed, shoving his mouth to the spot. "Stick that tongue in there. Ahhhhhhh!!!"
The boy dove in to the job at hand, spreading her moist pink lips with his hot tongue. He licked and lapped at the tender tissues with a heated sense of urgency. As Janet bucked her hips up and down, moaning softly, the boy bit at her clitoris furiously.
She shot magnificently off as Tom lapped hungrily at her cunt. Christ, she would have to give him one hell of a blow-job to pay him back for this, Janet thought happily.
Meanwhile across the room, Marci was initiating the pimply-faced kid into the pleasures of adult love. Since Janet and Tom had taken the couch, the only piece of furniture left in the room was a wooden table.
"Take your clothes off," Marci giggled to the kid. "Go on, all of them Your underpants, too."
She couldn't tell whether the boy was more nervous or excited. His underpants were white jockey shorts with yellow come stains all over the crotch. Evidently pimple face played with himself a lot.
Not that Marci could blame him much when she saw the size of his tool. The kid had a good eleven or twelve inches, just right for the plucking.
"Has any gal ever had that before?" Marci whispered. The kid blushed deeply.
"Get up on the table," Marci told him, "and he down flat on your back. Pretend I'm a nurse examining you in the doctor's office."
But the examination was done with Marci's fingertips and tongue. Every inch of the boy's body was explored, from toes to eyelids, and once or twice Marci was sure he was going to shoot off prematurely.
At last her moist lips closed tightly over his throbbing cock and the boy could hold back no longer. His hips bucked up off the table, and Marci felt the dick plunge deep into her throat then let off a heavy load of sweet-tasting come.
At the same time, Tom the bellboy was shoving his hard hot cock fast into Janet's willing mouth. As he plunged, the sweetness grew and he realized how frustrated he had been ever since not coming that first day when Marci had interrupted Janet's first attempt at blowing him. Thank god Marci wasn't about to interrupt them now.
Marci realized the pimply-faced boy's dick was still solid after he shot off in her mouth, so taking a bit of saliva from her own mouth, she lubricated her cunt and climbed up on the table, straddling the kid.
She guided his cock smoothly into her moist love-canal. She began to move up and down on him, and soon the kid was moaning again. No wonder he had so many stains on his jockey shorts, Marci thought. This kid can come all night.
Tom was shooting off into Janet's mouth a second time when the door opened and James walked in the room. He was wearing nothing but his tight black leather codpiece and he looked even sexier than Janet had remembered.
"Well," he smiled, striding over to where Tom was leaning back on the couch, his strength momentarily spent, "having a private party, huh?"
He reached over and grasped Janet roughly by the arm. She melted in his grip, her body folding toward him. "Still the same stubborn little cunt, aren't you?" he laughed, reaching out with his other hand and slipping two fingers deftly inside her pussy.
Tom looked up in amazement as James began to work Janet up into a fast and furious climax. "Have some more of this, bellboy," James said, shoving Janet's dripping cunt into his face just as she came. "You lap that pussy for awhile while I come in from the other side."
James ripped off his black leather codpiece, and his cock stood out firm and ready. Reaching up into Janet's cunt, he covered his fingers with her love juices and used them to lubricate her ass. Then with a heavy thrust, he shoved it in her, pumping it all the way home in a half-dozen easy thrusts.
"Holy shit, that's a hot little asshole!" James exclaimed, winking at the bellboy. "You gotta try that before the night's over, kid."
James stood up away from the couch. "Well, kids," he announced to the room. "I think it's time for you all to follow me to the star room for the main event."
Everyone dressed quickly and followed the superstud out the door.
This was beginning to be quite a party!
The room with the glass dome and the revolving water bed was filled with people, many of them strapped into the various "torture instruments" located around the room. Janet took particular delight in seeing the waitress from the train station locked tightly in chains, as if she were about to be drawn and quartered. The middle-aged taxi driver was urinating into her mouth. The minister's wife had found her husband with the desk clerk and had put him in stocks to punish him, the way the old Pilgrims had done with various sinners.
Vito was fucking the shit out of his little waitress on the bed in the middle of the room, and at least thirty people from the town and the resort were crowded around the bed watching. On the far side of the room, there was a high platform on which Abigail Crimpton-John sat watching the whole procedure. Her brother Elmer was at her feet in chains, still wearing lipstick, red heels and a multi-colored mumu.
The waitress on the bed was moaning louder and louder as Vito pumped hot cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. They were fucking in that most normal of positions—he was actually on top of her, and she was lying on her back—and something about the unusualness of seeing a couple in the traditional missionary position surrounded by so much kinkiness was definitely a turn on.
Abigail raised her binoculars to get a better view of the fucking on the bed. She could tell by the way the veins knotted in the back of Vito's neck that the big Italian stud was about to come. He was one of her very favorites, among all of her son's friends. He could fuck here anytime he liked. As long as she could watch.
Elmer writhed about on the floor, squirming in his drag.
He gazed at the taxi driver pissing on the old waitress. Normal sex always bored him. Tugging at his chains, he began to get more and more excited.
In another part of the room, the local sheriff was getting blown by the old maid county clerk. He was a fat, balding man, and his squeals of delight filled the whole room, drowning out even the sighs of Vito and his conquest in the last throes of their ecstasy.
A hush fell over the room as James reentered, helping a pale, sallow-faced man carry in a long black box.
"My god," whispered Marci to pimple face. "What's that?"
"Well," the boy stuttered, his eyes growing wide in disbelief. "That guy is Mort Carter, the local undertaker. And I guess—"
He didn't have to complete the sentence, for James was already taking the lid off of the casket. A young woman of about thirty or so lay inside. Quite dead.
Vito and his girl had finished fucking, for the moment at least, and the water bed was vacant. James lifted the corpse from the casket and carried her to the bed. He turned around and smiled.
"Well," his voice boomed out. "Who's going to be first?"
Silence fell over the room, then Uncle Elmer began squealing uncontrollably. Abigail jerked on his chains and snapped at him. "Absolutely not, Elmer. I won't hear of it. Absolutely not."
All of the people in the room began to look at each other. Then suddenly Curt stepped forward, a thrill of anticipation on his face.
James nodded his approval. "But first we must get you ready," he announced huskily.
Two young girls of about eight or nine, dressed in see-through white garments that easily revealed their unformed little bodies, came out and began to undress Curt slowly, carefully, in a sort of peculiar ritualistic way. When he was completely naked before them, the children began slowly to sensuously anoint his whole body with oil. His long cock hardened immediately as he felt the lithe young fingers moving over his body, working the oil into his skin. He wasn't sure which turned him on more, the little girls or the corpse on the bed.
At last he was ready. The children led him up to the bed and one of them began to undress the body on the bed.
Curt reached out and touched the cold, clammy skin. Her breasts were unresponsive so he felt down into her cold cunt.
"You cold bitch," he muttered to himself. "I'll teach you!" He positioned himself on top of the body and thrust his burning rod into the cold, stiff pussy. Again and again he shoved his cock inside, and the whole room burst into excited conversation and activity.
It was as if Curt's sticking his cock into the corpse had unleashed a sexual fury in the room. The orgy began in earnest and continued most of the rest of the night unabated. Everyone was fucking or being fucked, and no sooner would one couple finish than the two partners would split off and find new partners—as well as groups of three or four—and the whole thing would start over again. Cries of agony and delight filled the air, and Abigail couldn't see half of what was going on, even with her binoculars.
Janet found herself being fucking wildly by the pimply-faced boy, whose cock was indeed something to write home about. It filled her cunt like few others ever had and even though the kid was relatively inexperienced in terms of technique, the mere size of the piece was enough to drive her wild. As the boy fucked her, she felt a pair of lips nibbling at her buttocks and looked down to see the faggot desk clerk, his tongue hot for her asshole.
"What the hell?" Janet thought to herself. "After all, it's a party, isn't it?"
She noticed Marci getting it on with Jasper again, only this time she was riding him instead of the other way around.
As Marci repeatedly smacked the handsome, strapping blond smartly on the ass, his cock sputtered and exploded and he howled like a dog.
Curt then approached Marci from the rear and shoved her down on the floor into the pool of Jasper's come. "Turn over, you bitch," he demanded, and Marci squirmed about in the warm gism trying to fulfill his request. Once she was lying on her back in the wet come, Curt mounted her and began fucking her frantically, as if obsessed with proving to himself he could still fuck a live woman after the experience moments before with the corpse.
The bellboy had grabbed one of the nine-year-old girls and was stuffing his hot cock into her mouth. The other little girl had gone over to where Elmer was tied up and was teasing him by lifting up her dress.
The man that Janet had been sucking off on the ski slope when his mother arrived and interrupted them was now dragging his mother toward the bed in the center of the room.
"No, no, no," the old woman screamed in ecstatic delight. "Not your own mother, my son! You couldn't do that to your own mother, would you?"
Evidently he could, and did, throwing her roughly on the bed right beside the corpse, and scrambling on top of her. Pulling the old woman's panties down, he jerked his cock out through his fly and stuck it in her. It was all over in seconds, and son and mother lay on the bed panting, both still fully clothed.
Several of the other men in the room decided to try out the corpse as well, including the sheriff, who finally gave up after about fifteen minutes when he wasn't able to come.
More and more of the guests began to be brave enough to try out the toys around the edge of the room, as well as the water bed itself. Janet heard the sound of whips and chains all around her, as well as startled, loud cries of pleasure from those who had never known the thrill of giving and taking sexual pain before.
Janet looked around for James. Let the rest of the pigs fuck whoever they like, she thought. She knew what she wanted, and she was determined to have it.
But James was nowhere to be seen. The hubbub swirled about her, a growing cacophony of fucking and sucking. Janet was suddenly bored with it all. There was only one person she wanted, and he had disappeared.
She took one final survey of the room. Things were getting kinkier and kinkier. Homosexuality, bestiality, the works. The pimply-faced kid was even shitting in Uncle Elmer's face.
Janet had had enough. She wanted out.
There were two doors leading out of the room. Janet took the one to the left. As luck would have it, she had chosen correctly. The passageway led directly to James' private bathroom, and James himself was just walking out of it, back towards the party.
"Hi, cunt," he laughed. "Didn't you see that sign on the door? This is the one room in the whole chalet that's off limits. Strictly private. No party here."
"Oh, yeah?" Janet laughed. "I'd say anywhere you are there's plenty of party."
"Maybe so."
Janet and James looked at each other long and hard.
"You turn me on, cunt," he said simply. "A lot."
"And you do me," she said, breathing heavily.
James had put on a pair of tight, worn levis. It was the first time she had seen him out of leather and he looked as good. He was still shirtless, and his muscles stood out clearly in the half light of the hallway. Janet noticed that there was a small gold ring through his left nipple. She hadn't noticed it before. Maybe he had just put it there.
She moved closer to him, her breath now coming in hot little gasps.
"Get down, bitch!" he ordered her, and Janet dropped to her knees. She raised a shaking hand towards his crotch.
"Wait!" James hissed. "Wait until I ask you."
Janet looked up at him. He towered over her, made her feel so small and so inconspicuous. He was so big, and the bigness inside his tight pants was what she wanted, was what was driving her wild.
She dropped her gaze from his penetrating eyes and looked squarely at his basket. It was just inches away from her face. Not being able to reach out and touch it was sheer agony.
"You like that bulge, baby?" James whispered in his husky voice. "You want to see that big cock in the flesh? You want me to whip it out, huh, baby?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Janet gasped, rocking back on her heels and gazing longingly up at her master.
"Oh, please, please, please!" she begged. "You cool it, bitch!" he snapped again. "You wait, cunt. You wait until I'm ready. Until I'm fuckin' good and ready, you cunt-bitch."
Janet dropped her head obediently and waited trembling at his feet. There was a long pause before he spoke again. She did not dare look up for fear of angering him.
At last he spoke, his voice a hoarse whisper. "All right," he said. "Kiss it."
Janet looked up slowly. The piece in his pants had grown to an enormous size, far larger than she remembered James's cock as being. Her jaw dropped in complete and absolute amazement.
"Holy shit!" she whispered.
"Don't talk, you cunt!" he screamed out angrily, slapping her hard across the face. Janet saw his erection immediately begin to diminish in size. He slapped her hard across the face three more times. She dropped her gaze to the floor once more, and again there was a long silence.
When he spoke again, she followed his command silently.
"Now, bitch," he whispered. "I told you to kiss it. Kiss it right now, right through my pants. Kiss that big cock."
Her lips moved silently to his crotch. She felt the hot firmness through the material, almost as if he were already ramming it down her throat. She kissed it, softly. Then a bit harder.
"Again!" he moaned. The cock had once more grown to gigantic proportions. Janet was afraid it would burst through the pants and maybe put out her eye. But she kissed it again.
"Again, again, again!" James commanded, and Janet followed every order. "Shit, you fucking little cunt, you," he yelled. "Open my zipper with your tongue, you slut. Unzip my pants with your mouth so that you can see my big fuckin' cock!"
Janet wasn't sure she could do it, but she knew she must try. Her tongue moved up James' crotch to the top of his zipper and found the end of the zipper itself. Drawing her lips back, she took the small piece of metal between her teeth and bit down hard on it. Tugging slowly she managed to get the zipper a third of the way down, then half way, then two thirds.
"That's enough," James whispered, reaching with his own hand to undo his belt and the button at the top of his jeans. Almost as if it were a second thought, he grasped the belt buckle and ripped the whole piece of shining black leather out of his trousers in one jerk.
The shiny black pants, fell almost at once, to his knees, freeing his enormous tool at last.
Janet almost fainted at the size of it. Surely looking at his piece from this angle couldn't make that much difference. The cock seemed fully twice as large tonight as she had remembered from the night before.
James stood holding the dangling black belt in his right hand. His left hand reached down and grabbed Janet painfully by the hair. The right hand lifted and brought the leather belt down hard across her back.
Each time he hit her, his cock jumped in mid-air. She was still afraid to touch it, or to move in any way, but she couldn't help staring at it, watching it grow even larger and more excited as he brought the belt down again and again across her back.
Suddenly he stopped. For what seemed like minutes, James simply stood there, his cock standing out immobile, the leather belt dangling limply over her left shoulder.
Janet began to feel cramped. James still had her by the hair and he was pushing her down closer and closer to the floor of the long, damp hallway. Shifting her weight, she almost lost her balance. She put out her hand to steady herself and just missed touching the large, throbbing cock.
"God damn you!" James screamed out, really angry this time. "How dare you try to touch it, you fuckin' bitch! How dare you!" He crashed the belt down across her back three more times, then fell to his knees.
"Give me those fucking hands!" he yelled. "I'll teach you to try to touch my cock with those hands, you cunt. I'll teach you good!"
Grasping her wrists brutally, he forced them together and bound them behind her back with the belt.
"Now!" he laughed, pleased with himself. "Now let's see you try to touch my cock with those hands."
He stood above her, breathing heavily. Tears ran down Janet's cheeks.
She didn't dare look up at him until he told her to.
Again there was a long pause. His hand was pushing her down into the floor painfully. And the belt around her wrists was much too tight for comfort. Yet Janet didn't dare complain.
Once more she began to delight in the pain, to enjoy it. She wanted to be brutalized like this, by a man like this. She wanted it more than anything in the world. Only a man who treated her like this could ever make her come again, of that she was sure. Only a man like James.
Without looking up, Janet could feel the big cock coming toward her. It brushed her cheek as lightly as a feather.
"Did you feel that, cunt?" James whispered.
She nodded.
"Do you know what it is? Do you know who's cock it is? Do you know what that cock is going to do to you?"
Janet knew she mustn't answer, but her imagination sent a chill through her whole body. The burning sensation in her cunt was growing more and more uncontrollable.
"This cock," James whispered, "is going to rip you apart. This cock is going to cut into your cunt like a sword and split you apart. This cock is going ram through your guts and come out the other side. This cock," he paused, breathing heavily and obviously as excited as Janet herself, "is going to fuck you all the way up your spine and pound your brains to a pulp!"
Janet felt the piece pass lightly by her cheek again. The cock seemed to have a mind and body of its own, and it was incredibly hot, almost as if it were ready to burst into flame.
"Look at it, you cunt!" James screamed, yanking her head up to face the meat. "Look at that beautiful fuckin' cock! Do you like it?"
Janet's eyes blinked open. The cock was indeed the most magnificent piece of meat she had ever seen, ever hoped to see. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks past her mute lips. She knew she still must not speak, under any condition.
"You do like it, then?" James gasped, growing more and more excited. "You like this dick, don't you cunt? You like this big fuckin' dick more than anything you've ever seen?"
Janet nodded eagerly, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"And you want it, don't you?" James screamed. "You want it so bad you're about to explode aren't you? You're fuckin' dying for it, aren't you cunt?" He jerked her head hard by the hair, then drew he face down below the cock, to his balls.
"Do you like the smell of those balls, baby?" he groaned. "Do you like the smell of a real man? Sniff those balls, cunt, and I'll let you know if you can have any more than that!"
Janet rubbed her nose around James's scrotum, getting more and more excited down below herself. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to fuck her, to cornhole her, to eat her out, to bit her tits until they bled, to shove his big cock down her throat-and she wanted everything at once, all those sensations simultaneously, and all performed by him.
James drew her head back once more and glared down at her.
"You got a tongue, cunt?" he asked roughly. "You got a tongue? Let me see it if you've got one."
Janet showed him her tongue.
"OK, bitch," he went on. "Stick it out again. Stick out your tongue."
She did as he ordered.
"Now take that tongue," he was breathing faster and faster now.
"Take that, tongue and touch the tip of this beautiful cock with it."
She moved her tongue slowly toward the massive, quivering cock and softly, ever so softly, touched it to the very tip. A shudder went through James's body that seemed to shake the whole building.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out. "Yes, bitch, yes. That's it. Softly, softly. Again!"
She did it again, being careful not to move her tongue around on the cock until he told her to. Just touch the tip of it, softly.
"Again!" he yelled.
She did.
He pulled back. "Now," he whispered. "Open your mouth, cunt, and take the head of it in. Just the head."
He moved the cock back toward her face. Janet opened her lips and the giant bulbous tub of James's cock slipped inside her mouth.
"Now don't move," he demanded. "Don't move."
She felt his pulse throbbing through the head of his dick. She wondered how long it would take that excited cock to explode, whether she even touched it with her tongue or not.
At last he spoke again, his voice strained and far away. "Now, baby," he whispered. "Bring your tongue up and touch it. Yes. Oh, shit! Not so much! Softly and slowly! Very, very slowly."
The cock seemed to strain and jump inside her mouth as soon as Janet had touched her tongue to it. When it had calmed sufficiently, she tried again, moving her tongue much more careful this time. James gasped out in agonized delight and she slowed and softened the touch of her tongue even more, determined (as he was) to prolong his excitement as much as possible.
"Oh, that's real good, baby," he whispered. "You work real nice with your tongue. You do that just fine. You can suck my cock all night, baby. You can suck it forever!"
Janet kept working her mouth open wider and wider and slowly, imperceptibly, James slipped the shaft deeper and deeper into her throat. The bulb slipped beyond the reach of her tongue, but she kept working gently with the tongue on the shaft itself.
"Oh, baby, yes," he moaned. "You're real, real good at this. How much can you take? Can you take it all? I'm sure you can't take it all. I haven't met anyone yet who can take it all. Not in their mouth at least. How much can you take?"
The cock slipped deeper and deeper down her throat until Janet though sure she would gag. But just at that point, James began to slowly pull it back, and she felt the hot meat slipping back, back, out of her mouth. Her tongue reached out for the tip once more, softly, gently. James moaned and slipped the cock back down her throat, then again withdrew to the point where she tongued the tip, then plunged again. Each time that she touched the bulb with her tongue, his whole body shuddered and Janet was sure he was about to come. But each time he managed to plunge down again instead, to prolong his climax.
"Oh, baby, that's fantastic," he gasped. "You can't imagine how fucking fantastic it is. I could fuck you like this all night. Fuck you god-damn freaked out ugly face all night long. Holy shit, you have a fantastic tongue. The most fuckin' fantastic tongue and mouth I've ever seen!"
Suddenly James stopped cold, his cock stuttering in Janet's mouth.
"Holy shit!" he laughed aloud. "I've got it! The perfect conclusion to our evening." His cock went semi-erect, and he reached down and pulled up his pants. He reached down and helped Janet to her feet, freeing her hands from the bonds of the tight leather belt.
"Follow me," he winked. "I surely don't know why I didn't think of it before."
Janet was totally confused. What could he possibly have in mind now? But this guy could lead her anywhere, do anything with her, and she knew she would never object.
All the men in her life flashed by her in the next few moments— little Tony and his father, her high school French teacher, the man with the enormous dick who preached at her Aunt Bea's church in Indianapolis before going to California to start his own temple, and all the men she had dated in Louisville, down to and including Rodney. And all the men she had fucked or tried to fuck in the past few days. But none of them meant shit to her except James. No matter what, she knew she would never forget him and would never meet anyone like him again.
He took her through the maze of hallways quickly, obviously knowing exactly where he was going. When he got to where they were going, he smiled. "You stay here for a minute, baby, while I go up and set the controls." He kissed her full on the lips and Janet blushed in amazement. "Why don't you get ready while I'm gone?" he said, indicating that she get rid of her clothes.
He returned quickly, carrying with him a peculiar leather outfit that seemed to be tailor-made for Janet. "I think you're about ready for this, baby," he laughed. The outfit was of soft black leather. It resembled a one-piece swimming suit, except that it had openings for the tits, the cunt and the ass.
Janet laughed. "There almost isn't enough of this to worry with," she said, but as she slipped it on she realized how feeble her joke had been. The feel of the black leather on her skin turned her own tremendously.
James was slipping out of his levis and into a similar pair of black leather pants which covered everything except his cock and balls. Once more Janet noticed the little gold ring in his nipple. I have to remember that, she told herself.
James opened the door, and Janet realized they were right back in the pit, the very one with the pendulum. James grinned.
Janet shivered. Why had he brought her back here, to the room where she had experienced such unbearable agony the night before? Then slowly it began to dawn on her. The instrument of torture could also be put to the opposite use. It could become an instrument of pleasure. The very reason for her agony the night before, she now realized, had been that she had come so close to pleasure without actually realizing it. That had been the torture, not the pit or the pendulum themselves.
Her memory flicked back to the ecstasy of gliding through the cool air, her cunt coming closer and closer to James's magnificently erect cock. She began to get hotter and hotter just thinking about it.
"This time will be different," he smiled. "This time there's not going to be any pulling back or pulling out. This time when you swing, you're going to be swinging on my cock. And this time that cock is going to explode inside your pussy like nothing ever exploded inside it before. This time you're not going to be frustrated, baby. This time you're going to be fucked!"
Janet trembled as he strapped her once more to the cold metal of the giant pendulum. Once again she heard the whir of the motor high above. Once more she felt herself being lifted up away from the floor, up, up into the shaft above. Once more she felt her body stop just halfway and saw James preparing himself down below.
She gasped anew at the perfection of his body, at the enormousness of his cock.
The mechanism started her body rocking, head to foot, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, the pendulum began its descent. James was waiting for her, waiting to give it to her. She had learned her lesson at last, and now she was going to get her reward.
Something caught her eye on the surface of James' taut, muscular body. It was the tiny gold ring through his nipple. She had forgotten all about that.
It had slipped her mind completely. But now she would remember. And at just the right second. She would reach out and—Slowly, slowly her body moved down towards his. When she was about a foot from him, James arched his back so that his tongue softly grazed her nipple as it went by. Back and forth she rocked, slowly, slowly, and the tongue licked out at her nipple again and again, sending thunderous waves of excitement down deep into her cunt.
James kept at it, licking just a little harder each time the nipple slipped by. As her body slowly moved lower, the nipple began to graze his mustache and lips as well, then to bump gently, excitingly over the tips of his teeth. At last the teeth closed hungrily around the tip of the nipple, bringing Janet indescribable pain-pleasure. Yes, yes, she was beginning to understand at last. Her body stirred achingly inside the new garment of cool, soft leather, and she recalled that perhaps in future explorations, she, too, might be able to bring this kind of pleasure to James.
She looked down and saw the tip of his stiffening, gigantic cock. It moved with a mind of its own, as if attracted magnetically to her oozing, dripping cunt.
Lower and lower she came, so that the hairs of her cunt again grazed by the head of James's giant tool.
The mechanism whirred and her movement back and forth slowed, though the lowering continued. She felt her cunt slip tenderly over the head of James' cock. It seemed to take forever. Down, down, down her pussy slipped on the shaft.
With her bruised lips she nibbled hungrily at the ring in James' nipple.
As she tugged at the ring he exploded into her.
It was like the end of the world.