Chapter 16

The three of us strolled into the huge living room, Laura on one of Uncle Malcolm's arms and I on the other. So much was going on it was impossible to take even a fraction of it in at one time. Naked people were everywhere. A few couples were actually dancing to sweet, soft, old-fashioned tits-to-chest, cock-to-cunt kind of music. As they danced they had to weave their way in and out around other couples, in about every imaginable kind of fucking position on the floor. Some were merely dwalding at it, others were humping but rather unhurriedly and casual as they looked into each other's eyes, some even talking, perhaps getting acquainted. A few others scattered around the room fucked frantically, eyes tightly closed, faces twisted in grimaces, obviously very near to or in actual orgasm. No one else was paying any of them much attention. But the whole wild scene seemed as erotic as hell to me.

Then Malcolm nudged me, directing my attention to a threesome directly in front of us. A beautiful big hunk of man I recognized instantly once I looked directly at him, was stretched out on his back upon a couch there having his magnificent cock sucked. Another girl was on ker knees beside the one licking and sucking at his lollypop. She seemed to be giving directions, as if she were teaching her companion something she hadn't known about the art. As we watched, she took over. Her hand replaced the other girl's, steadying the movie star's cock as she gave it a long lick from ball's to tip. Then she sent her tongue tip flicking up and down a short area of the underside just below the tip.

After a moment she stopped and said something quickly to the watching girl, then moved back to let her take over again. The other girl gave the rigid cock a long lick from balls to tip, exactly like her teacher had demonstrated. Then she repeated the short, flicking strokes with her tongue tip against that same area just below the tip. The movie star they were practicing on began making little thrusting movements with his hips, obviously beginning to feel a real charge of sensation.

Uncle Malcolm bent his head to mine and whispered, "You'd ought take over there and demonstrate your trick of finger-fucking his asshole while you give his prick the business with your mouth. You'd have yourself another famous fan in just about the time it took you to make him come."

I murmured, "I might get my hair pulled out, too. Those two others very likely wouldn't appreciate my butting in."

He teased, "Around Hollywood you can't get ahead if you let yourself worry about things like that. If you see an opening, you barge in and begin showing what you can do. If you do it better than it's been done and that puts someone else out of their job to make room for you, that's their worry, not yours. That's an old Hollywood custom."

I gave him a playful bump with my hip, then rubbed my leg lingeringly along his as I told him, "My philosophy of life is a flowering tree that grows out of the rich soil of a world of abundance, not scarcity. I believe there's more than plenty in this world for everyone, so I never have to grab anything that belongs to someone else. If I only look around a little, I'll find something even better that no one else has a claim on, something or someone I can claim and keep as all my own. Or share with someone else I love, if there's too much for me alone. I don't think I ever have to be greedy, because I believe there's always more than plenty."

Uncle Malcolm chuckled rather dryly, "If you're talking about the supply of attractive men always available, eager, and ready to make love to you, more than likely you're right; there'll always be more than plenty. But I'm afraid you'll find the supply of some other things in this life isn't quite so abundant."

I suggested, "Maybe that's only because so many still let a belief in scarcity make them greedy? I think if more people really let themselves believe in unlimited abundance, they'd begin experiencing more and more unlimited abundance."

Uncle Malcolm shook his head, for just an instant looking a tiny bit wistful. "I wish I could believe you're right."

I told him, "Our sexual revolution is proving I'm right. Husbands are learning they don't have to own their wife like an exclusive possession in order to assure themselves of a constant supply of sex. Instead, they're learning that by giving their wife the same freedom they want for themselves, they can multiply not only their constant supply of sex but the variety of sex partners constantly available to them. They've simply changed gears in their heads, substituted a greed-causing philosophy of scarcity with a philosophy of sexual abundance that creates freedom and generosity, a willingness to enjoy all they can and to share all the rest. Just think what might happen if they'd make such a change in their thinking about other areas of their lives."

Uncle Malcolm shook his head, declaring, "Sometimes you kids scare me." He gave me a sudden mock frown, demanding, "You sure you're not a commie agent?"

We began chuckling together. On the other side of Uncle Malcolm, Laura broke her silence, declaring, "I'll tell you what she is. She's an idealistic but sometimes idiotic Wyo- ming hick who thinks no human is really mean, merely sometimes misguided. But philosophizing about it in the very middle of a sex orgy is ridiculous. Let's stop sightseeing and get involved!"

"Go ahead," I told her lightly. "Rush in headlong and get involved before you have any idea who or what you're involved with. But there's really no need for hurry. We're in the midst of Abundance. There'll be more than enough and we have all night to enjoy it."

Just then a hand closed on my free arm. I glanced around. I'd caught the sudden expression that flashed across Laura's face and through her eyes just the instant before I felt the hand close on my arm. Laura's reaction prepared me so that I managed to keep my cool rather than being so surprised I flipped out at sight of young godlike owner of that hand. He was merely one of the most exciting new male stars in the whole film world, a perfect blend of serious mind and godlike body.

He smiled at Uncle Malcolm as he said, "Malcolm, old friend, are you being greedy, trying to monopolize both these sweet lovelies, or are you actually looking for an available friend, ready and willing to offer a hand?"

I glanced down, without even thinking about it, at his cock. Instantly surprise went tingling through me, mingled with a sudden, strange excitement, but also with an unsure feeling of some alarm; this newcomer's cock hung at about half-mast, not limp and not rigid, but even though not fully excited, it was more than twice as long as well as twice as big around as the biggest cock I'd ever had inside me. Talk about abundance! I wasn't sure I wasn't looking at more of it right then than I could do anything with.

I looked up and found him watching me closely. As if reading my mind, he murmured, "I'm very patient and very gentle and I always respect my partner's right to say no. Malcolm will vouch for me. I'm no brute."- I glanced uncertainly at Uncle Malcolm. He nodded. "I'll vouch for Chuck; you can safely trust him."

Just then the popular male star of a TV show closed in on Laura on Uncle Malcolm's other side. When she saw who he was, she got so excited she seemed to forget all about Uncle Malcolm or anyone else. Almost quicker than I can tell about it, Laura and her new admirer were locked in a passionate get-acquainted kiss while his hands moved over her body caressingly. I kept my hold on Uncle Malcolm's arm. Suddenly I had an inspiration and instantly announced, "I think I just might be woman enough to give both you beautiful men a time to remember, like even the same time."

"Terrific!" Chuck exclaimed, then gestured to the soft carpet underfoot, inviting, "Let's all lay down and talk this over. Okay, Malcolm?"

"Sensational!" Uncle Malcolm agreed.

But I protested, "Can't we go to a bedroom or somewhere with a little more privacy?"

"The bedrooms are the most crowded places in this pad," Chuck declared. "There's oodles of room here and everyone else is too busy doing their own thing to spend any time watching us. Who needs more privacy than that?" He moved his hand from my arm to my nearest tit, cradled it in that hand, then bent his head and sucked the rock-hard nipple into his mouth. I nearly flipped out! Juices began gushing from away up deep inside my suddenly burning cunt right on out to the outside lips of it. My mind might have had reservations, but my body didn't seem to have gotten the message at all; it was fired up and ready.

Chuck's other hand closed around my other tit. Then that hypnotizing mouth of his switched to that other nipple! My knees went weak. I began to sag toward the floor, feeling suddenly powerless to resist.

Then my new movie-star lover switched those lips and that tongue from my tits to my belly. He began kissing and licking his way downward. Sensation came surging up through my body until I felt like I was going to choke. I seemed hardly able to get my breath. That mouth of his suddenly wasn't on my belly any longer; it was licking moistly into the creases between my lower body and my inner thighs, right there a scant gasp away from my aching cunt. My legs seemed to be turning to water.

Then his tongue was thrusting into my ravenous cunt; I let go a gasping scream and my legs folded. But Chuck's strong, sure hands were on my trembling body, guiding me downward. Next thing I realized, I was on my knees astride him and he was on his back under me. Both his hands were pressed against the sides of my breasts, pushing them together; both my tingling nipples were in his hot mouth. I felt nearly ready to come, I was so filled with sensation and excitement. I felt something nudging my empty cunt and a feeling of overwhelming hunger went through it. I reached down between our bellies with one groping hand.

The shocked surprise that roared through me almost turned me off, his rigid cock felt so much bigger than any I'd ever felt before when my searching hand found it. It was a long ways from being as big as the horse-cock in our assorted set of dildos, but it still felt frightfully long and massive. Gingerly I began stroking the huge head of it back and forth through my juicy, steaming crack, covering it with a thick coating of lubrication. That quickly began feeling so good I found myself forgetting my fear of how big it seemed to me. I found myself feeling hungry for it, greedy for the sensation of feeling it sliding into me. It became so over powering I forgot the fear of it I'd felt only moments before.

I aimed it into my burning cunt and began bobbing my ass up and down in a rapid series of shallow strokes. I felt the lips of my cunt stretching as they'd never before been stretched as that great, swollen head shoved into them briefly, time after time. But it felt good, I discovered. As my confidence grew, I began thrusting against my actor lover's big cock harder, sending it deeper. Then a thrill went shooting through me; I felt the strain on the stretching lips of my cunt ease abruptly; I realized they'd closed behind the widely flaring rim, that the whole big head of his cock was inside me, yet there'd been no pain whatever. Actually my cunt had a good new feeling of being completely filled. Filled as it never before had been filled. Deliciously filled. Totally filled. Satisfyingly filled. Filled to its total capacity.

I eased down cautiously, sending that great swollen head of Chuck's cock sliding deeper into me, taking that new sensation of being totally filled deeper and ever deeper into my tunnel of love. I felt stretched as I'd never dreamed I could stand being stretched. It felt delicious, but it also felt as if one tiny bit more such stretching would create not mere discomfort but protesting pain. Then I found myself suddenly wondering if I was being ruined for male cocks that were any smaller? Like Uncle Malcolm's? Or Tom's? And that thought frightened me. I very nearly jerked Chuck's huge cock out of my cunt and went scrambling away from him. I knew if I hadn't been caught up in the super excitement of the orgy, of all the gasping and moaning and fucking going on all around me and the intense stimulation of actually watching the passionate struggles of all those other people, I never would have considered attempting to take such a cock into myself. I'd read about other people who in orgy situations discovered themselves doing things without a second thought that ordinarily they might have found repulsive. Now I knew how frighteningly true it was.

All that flashed through my mind in a split second; in a fraction of the time it's taken to tell about it. I raised myself away from that handsome young actor on the floor under me, intending to end my coupling with him and his huge cock before my cunt was permanently damaged, permanently stretched too badly to ever give satisfaction to a smaller cock. I'd been looking forward to being fucked by Uncle Malcolm. And I'd anticipated going back home again at the end of the semester, having exciting times with Tom when he'd fuck me again and again for hours on end like he'd done those glorious nights we'd had together before my exile to California.

But as Chuck's great cock came sliding back out of me, the rim of its big, flaring head bringing a wave of added sensation rippling along with it through the tissues of my vaginal tube, my determination to end that coupling began to weaken rapidly. I don't actually believe it felt any better, really, than Tom's much smaller cock had felt in me, but it did feel different. Something about the way it stretched my cunt so close to the point of hurting, about the feeling that it filled my straining cunt totally and completely, seemed intensely exciting and different. That difference seemed so good VI felt more and more reluctant to end it with the abruptness I'd intended.