Chapter 15

If we needed any further proof of how completely Uncle Malcolm's charm had captivated our old superintendent, we got it when she had each of us called out of our last class that Friday afternoon. When Laura and I got to her office, she greeted us with eyes that were as bright with excitement as if she was the one who was looking forward to spending the weekend with Uncle Malcolm.

"Your uncle just spoke to me on the phone," she told Laura, obviously having to make an effort to subdue her feelings of inner excitement. "In as much as I'd approved his request that you be allowed to be overnight guests in his home Saturday night, he asked if you might be allowed to spend tonight there too. I agreed. So he'll be here to pick you up at five and take you to dinner. I promised him I'd see that you were ready by then. I'm depending on you, therefore, not to embarrass me, young ladies. Understand?"

We assured her we understood perfectly, then we hurried to our room in the dorm to get ready. Uncle Malcolm had told us earlier not to worry about bringing clothes because he would see that we were provided with suitable clothing of every kind we would be needing. So we dressed suitably for a dinner date and threw a few spare pairs of panties into the suitcase portion of our dildo cases. We didn't dare leave them in our room while we were gone that long, anyhow; some snoop might stumble onto the secret catch that opened the false bottom. The startling assortment that would be revealed once that happened would create a scandal that would not only rock the whole school but get both of us booted. So we used them as overnight bags, loading in personal items other than the panties, such as makeup and hair equipment, toothbrushes, and the like.

We were waiting at the gate when Uncle Malcolm's gleaming Rolls glided into sight promptly at five. His chauffeur put our two bags in the luggage compartment, then helped us in while Uncle Malcolm devoted himself to further charming our old chief warden. Before he gallantly bowed over her hand, kissed it, then turned to join us in the car, she was so enthralled or hypnotized I'm sure she would without hesitation have delivered every girl in that school into his hand if he had asked her to.

We all three sat very stiff and proper while the Rolls glided back down the street the way it had come, while our old super stood sedately waving after us until the grand car rolled out of her sight. Only then did Uncle Malcolm give us each a sly smile and lay a sensual hand on each of our nearest knees.

He said quietly, "My dear little nieces, you're both looking even more delectable than I remembered. And these past two weeks, I've been doing an unusual amount of remembering."

We both smiled a little nervously, bobbed our heads, and said, "Thank you."

He said, "Something came up that I had a hunch you both might enjoy."

On either side of him, we both snuggled closer. Laura whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "Please tell us what it is?"

"You've both heard stories about wild Hollywood parties?" he suggested.

We both nodded. I felt a special kind of tingling excitement begin vibrating rapidly deep within me.

"Did the stories you've heard sound... exciting?" he asked.

"Wickedly!" Laura exclaimed.

I said, "Deliciously, scandalously, breath-takingly!"

"Good!" he declared with obvious satisfaction. "I felt sure I could count on you two darlings to feel that way. The final question I don't need to ask, but I'm going to... Would you enjoy being a guest at such a bash? Making love with some really big movie stars, perhaps, and no perhaps at all about watching a lot of other beautiful and famous people screwing and just letting it all hang out however the spirit strikes them."

"If it wasn't so square," Laura said, "I think I'd faint."

Uncle Malcolm chuckled and told her, "If you're going to faint at all, do it now. Once we get to that party, regardless of what you may see, fainting's out."

"What will we have to--" I began, then changed it to, "What will be expected of us?"

"Not a thing, except to enjoy yourselves," he assured me.

I couldn't believe it. "But what if some famous movie star should come up to one of us and demand--"

"One of us should be so lucky!" Laura interrupted.

"But what if it was something we just didn't want to do, even if he was a living god? Or what if up close we discovered there was something about him we just didn't dig, so we just didn't want to do anything at all with him, like even just basic, standard sex?"

Uncle Malcolm declared, "Anything you don't think you'll enjoy, or anyone you don't dig, you simply say no to. And as for anyone trying to demand anything, it simply won't happen. But if it did, you tell the demanding son-of-a-bitch firmly and flatly to get lost, go to hell, or whatever. You see, sweeties, a basic tenet of the so-called sexual revolution is sexual equality. Now, where there is equality, no one has any right to demand anything. Right?

Except to demand their rights of equality be respected. So if anyone attempts to make any demand upon you, you meet it head on with a demand that your equality be respected. Dig?"

"Dig!" Laura and I chorused.

Uncle Malcolm chuckled and ran a hand up each of our legs, starting hot tingles up my spine as his sensual fingertips neared my cunt. "Always remember," he murmured, "you owe it to yourself to never let anyone do anything to you that may later cause you to like yourself less. Always respect yourself and your rights enough to demand that others respect you and your rights too."

He brought his caressing fingertips forward again to our knees on either side of his, then sent them stroking back up our legs under our dresses again and on up to our cunts as he said, "For example, if you aren't enjoying what I'm doing right now, tell me so flatly and tell me to stop it."

I, for one, told him how I felt about it by clamping my thighs together, trying to imprison his sensational hand right where it was. He got the message loud and clear and chuckled, sounding pleased and happy.

The estate where the celebrity orgy was being given was high in the Hollywood hills. I'd seen such luxurious places, like everyone else has, in the movies. That was my very first actual visit to such a place, however. But I tried not to let how thrilled I was show because Uncle Malcolm acted so completely casual, like the magnificent place was just another ordinary house. But, inside, that big house was really out of this world, and I don't mean the floor plan or furnishings, although they were pretty great. What was out of sight because so much of it was hanging out in plain sight for all to see was the array of bare skin. I've never even had wet dreams about seeing so many naked people. Especially such beautiful naked people, all gathered together under one roof.

Our host and hostess met us just inside the front door dressed in absolutely nothing but their very attractive birthday suits. We'd driven past two security guards at the gate and past a bunch of chauffeurs in a crap game at the guest parking area, so I guess our lord and lady of the manor weren't worried about being surprised by uninvited guests. Uncle Malcolm had pointed out the battery of monitors from closed circuit TV cameras scattered in strategic places around the grounds' outer boundaries which enabled the two guards to keep a close watch on a lot more than just gate traffic.

Anyhow, our host and hostess were just as utterly relaxed and gracious as if they'd been decked out in the very latest styles. Of course, maybe they were, come to think of it. Uncle Malcolm introduced us after they'd both greeted him in a way that made it obvious he was an old friend. For example, when our beautiful hostess kissed him hello, it was a very long and lingering kiss and it was obvious that she was tongue-kissing him. Then Uncle Malcolm introduced Laura and me and I almost melted right there, the way our dreamy host greeted us. Just his kiss had me nearly ready to come in my panties. I was breathless and feeling weak-kneed when his welcome was over.

Only a few short months before I'd felt being held in Tom McKenna's young arms was the very greatest thrill I'd ever enjoy. Now here I was in the arms of one of the most handsome and sexy movie stars in the world, and him totally bare-assed naked at that. I was having a hard time convincing myself I wasn't just dreaming. One glance at Laura was all I needed to tell me she was experiencing exactly the same kind of fabulous feelings.

Then our host said "Won't the three of you hurry out of your clothing and join the party?" He glanced straight at me again as he added, "The more uninhibited ladies are treating us to a strip tease as they undress. But the less exhi-bitionistic are welcome to use bedroom, bathroom, hallway, closet, whatever takes their individual fancy. Or if you'll feel more comfortable, or think you will, in your clothing for a while, do feel free to be comfortable."

"But around a bare-assed mob like this," our lovely hostess chimed in, "you'll quickly discover you feel much less conspicuous and far " more comfortable without your clothing than you do in it, exactly the way you would at a nudist camp."

Uncle Malcolm chuckled and said quietly, "Let me assure you, dear friends, these little sex kittens of mine do come over refreshingly wholesome and virginal, but that's simply because they seem able to accept sex as something natural and wholesome. I assure you, they are totally uninhibited by anything except their awe of famous people."

Our beautiful host chuckled then, declaring, "They'll get over that long before this evening ends. And I'm looking forward to doing all I can personally to help convince each of you that movie stars are only people who don't fuck a bit differently and probably not a bit better than others."

"Despite all the extra practice most of us get," his lovely wife chimed in, also chuckling.

I turned my back to him, asking, "Would you unzip me, please? I'd prefer my strip to just be a private audition, if that's all right?"

"Perfectly," our host chuckled again, his strong, sure fingers quickly opening the zipper in the back of my dress, "but later you may think you wasted it by being so exclusive. You may be amazed to see how many of your other screen heroes are here."

"I'll risk it," I told him, and slipped out of my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra, so that left me naked to the top of my sheer panties. Our host's eyes widened slightly, appreciatively, as they drank in the sight of my full breasts standing out saucily and proudly from my chest. I couldn't have asked a greater reward for my inspired daring.

His wife reached out for my dress, smiling, with no trace of jealousy although completely aware of how his eyes were devouring me, and suggested, "Let me hang it in the closet, dear, so it won't get wrinkled or soiled."

I hooked a thumb in the top of my panties and pulled them downward slowly, then stepped out of them and handed them out for our hostess to take too. But our host caught them quickly from my hand. He raised them like they might have been a lace handkerchief, bringing the crotch to his nose. He drew a long, inward sniff, then murmured, "Exquisite perfume, and so perfectly personal. May I have these for a very exclusive collection of mementos which I highly prize? And I'll think again of you, only, each time I raise them to my nose and inhale the fragrant scent that is yours only."

Lord, talk about nearly swooning! My excited cunt was almost dripping with more of the personal fragrance he was taking on about. Right then I'd have liked nothing better than having a chance to thoroughly anoint his cock with that exquisite perfume of mine. I would especially have liked making that beautiful cock of his a lot less nonchalant than it looked as it hung from his belly almost limply, certainly a long ways from being flamingly, fully excited.

But just then the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of other guests. I had no opportunity to do anything just then about making his cock show a lot more excitement about its prospects for that evening. But I had a tingling hunch that I'd get my chance later.

Uncle Malcolm and Laura and I moved out of the foyer and into a long hallway as our host and hostess answered their door. I helped Uncle Malcolm shed his clothes while Laura slipped out of hers. He gave me an affectionate slap on my bare ass, then briefly caressed my breasts with those great hands of his while I hung his clothes in a closet. While he was fondling my boobs, he kissed me on one ear and murmured, "You already have our good host wrapped around your pinkie, you know, you little minx. I knew you would; you're exactly the type he goes ape over, but I really didn't expect you'd be able to captivate him so quickly. You're really fabulous."

I pushed my ass back against the front of him, felt his cock begin to rise and harden, pressing into the crack of my ass. I told him, "You're the one who's really fabulous."

He gave me a little hump, pressing his expanding cock into the crack of my ass even harder as he chuckled, declaring, "Like our good host said, just wait until you see some of the other men you're going to meet here... You may find your eyes being opened to how unfabu-lous I really am."

I turned myself to face him quickly and said sharply, "Stop it! Don't ever put yourself down to me, you hear? Sex isn't a competitive sport. You don't have to try to compete with anyone else. That's impossible because there's no other man anywhere like you. You're you. You're unique. Very special. Fabulous."

He chuckled, brought me into his arms, kissed me, his now fully excited cock pressed between our bare bellies.