Chapter 18

Uncle Malcolm's secluded beach house was the perfect place to recover from the excesses of an orgy. It seemed so good not to have wall-to-wall people. Wall-to-wall fucking. Wall-to-wall cunts and cocks and bare-assed skin. It had seemed terribly exciting, once. But as I lay on the warm sand of that secluded private beach, recuperating, strange thoughts floated lazily through my mind. I had the distinct feeling that I definitely would not dig orgies as a regular sexual diet. I found myself wondering if I might be more of an old-fashioned girl than I'd realized. The very idea made me chuckle.

From the sand nearby, where he was sunbathing nude, Uncle Malcolm murmured, "Tell me so I can laugh too."

Beyond him, Laura spoke up, sounding abnormally catty for Laura as she suggested, "She's probably gloating over the way she stole the whole scene from all those famous movie sex symbols with that three-man show she put on last night. A lot of them would've liked to've killed her, the way she had all the most attractive men swarming around after that performance. But her hard-to-get act after her curtain raiser... that really was the show stopper. My sweet little roommate from the country, the country innocent who out-vamps the professional vamps!"

I said sweetly, "And I owe it all to you, the friend who taught me everything I know!"

Laura sat up and stared across at me intently for a moment, then suddenly shook her head as she declared, "Will you listen to me, coming on like the jealous bitch!" She looked out at the ocean a moment, then glanced back at me again to say, "I'm sorry, Trina... I guess what really got the old green-eyed monster stirred up in me wasn't the way you had those movie heroes drooling over you at all. What really got to me was that I felt our dear Uncle Malcolm here has been acting partial to your charms over mine. That's been really burning me, regardless of how much I tell myself I shouldn't feel that way."

Uncle Malcolm spoke up quietly. "Then I'm the one who should be apologizing for having obviously failed to maintain a proper balance in my attentions. You know, that's the problem so few men ever have been wise enough to handle that society finally adopted laws that run completely contrary to man's inherently polygamous nature. It seems to require the wisdom of a real Solomon to enable a man to make two beautiful women... only two, much less more than two... feel equally appreciated, equally desirable, equally cherished. I'm sorry I haven't proven equal to that--"

"Words, words!" Laura interrupted, chuckling. "Let's see some action suited to those fine words, sweet Uncle. I'll show you how very understanding and forgiving I can be when I see a genuine effort to change your actions. You know, actions speak so much louder than words."

I said, "Hold onto your G-string folks! She's about to get profound again."

"Look who's talking!" Laura exclaimed. "She stands right in the middle of a sex orgy involving some of Hollywood's most beautiful people, and what does she babble about? Her philosophy of life."

"Which is a philosophy of overflowing abundance," I reminded instantly. "And that orgy was about the most vivid picture of abundance I'd ever seen. Abundance freely shared with everyone by everyone, abundance available to all and enjoyed by all."

"You just haven't been listening, little friend," Laura said sharply. "I've been protesting my failure to get my fair share of that alleged abundance."

"I didn't hear you making any protesting noises when a certain dreamy young TV actor joined us," I countered. "I didn't hear you protesting that he should give me equal attention, equal time, equal anything. You took the abundance he offered and--" Laura interrupted, exclaiming with a gusty sigh, "Yeah, he was really something! I'll still be having wet dreams about little old me making it to outer space on his sweet rocket when I'm old and gray. He was really something!"

"So who's protesting she didn't get her fair share of what?" I reminded.

Laura shrugged and turned coy, lowering her eyes as she murmured, "Yeah, but he isn't here, now. I'll still bet Uncle Malcolm is much greater. I'll bet there's no comparison, but I don't know that from personal experience... like you do. Of us two, you're the only one our sweet uncle ever has really made a trip to the stars with."

"Maybe that's been your fault," I suggested. "Was he supposed to chase after you when you went off to screw your TV hero? You can't really claim you were available but he showed a preference for me. Now can you?"

"Why rake over past history?" Laura demanded, taking a superior tone. "I am available now. That's all that's really important. Don't you agree, sweet Uncle?"

"Marvelous example of female logic!" Uncle Malcolm chuckled. "I predict you'll go far, my dear Laura. With your beauty and natural charms... such a great body and such a devious feminine mind, there's no limit on where you can go, on what you can ask life for and receive."

Then he glanced at me, murmuring, "Trina, darling, would you please excuse me for an hour or so? I've been neglecting my sweet niece, Laura, and I must do something to make it all up to her. You do understand?"

"Be my guest," I said sweetly. "I'll even be glad to help if there's anything at all--"

"Of course there's something you can do to help!" Laura cut in sharply. "Don't try to go running off and leave me to try to do something to this dreamy man all on my own that he'll always remember. You can help me like I helped that very first afternoon when he fucked Marie in the asshole. You bet you can help! I want Uncle Malcolm's very first time in me to be really extra special, so as my best friend you've got to help me do it!"

All this talk hadn't just been talk, talk, talk. It had been having an erotic effect; Uncle Malcolm's cock had changed from a state of limp disinterest to a half-mast state of rising excitement. And that excitement kept right on rising moment by moment, making his cock swell and lengthen toward full erection. For my part, my own box had started feeling like something inside it had started building up a fresh new fire. Talk, the right kind of talk, can be important as hell in beginning to build a new head of steam of erotic sensations. After all, the most important human sex organ always has been the human mind and the mental pictures that mind creates.

Yeah, that mind of ours actually is our whole sexual bag. There really aren't too many different things different people can do physically in seeking sexual satisfaction. The real sexual dif- ferences from one individual to another are almost all in the mind. One mind has been brainwashed to think all sex is dirty, something to be secretive about, to feel ashamed of and guilty about, so to that poor blind, brainwashed mental cripple all sex is dirty, something he or she always feels ashamed of and guilty about. Another individual can do the exact same sexual things physically, but that one's mind has been taught that the Creator of all life, including sex, is all good and all that He has created is good, therefore sex is good and natural and wholesome. Was intended to create a sense of vitality and physical well-being, of joy and happiness, when properly expressed in a physical union for mutual pleasure between consenting adults. Therefore to that individual sex always seems good and brings a sense of fulfillment and vitality and joy in being alive. The only difference between feelings of guilt about sex and feelings of joy in being alive is that difference in attitudes about sex in two different minds.

The mind being so vitally important to good sex for humans, the right kind of talk to stimulate that mind is equally important at the right times. Part of such talk is the so-called sweet nothings women have always found so necessary to create a mood of sexual responsiveness in them. Those sweet nothings create mental pictures that are erotic as all hell; not to men, but to women.

So the talk Laura and I had been doing very likely would have sounded like a mild cat fight, a rather light-hearted argument, to someone who didn't understand human sexuality. Actually it had been recalling mental pictures to all three of us that had been erotic as hell to each of us. We'd been using the talk to stir each other up, to rekindle our fires of sexual desire to the point where we'd feel receptive to a new campaign of physical caresses, as well as sufficiently stimulated to launch our own. Of course a time always comes when all further talk must be kept to a very minimum. At that point, body language takes over most of the flow of communications. We had about reached that point.

Uncle Malcolm turned on his side to face Laura as she too turned herself on her side to meet him. Gently he cupped a hand around her upper breast, then bent his head until he brought his mouth to the nipple. I heard a low moan of pleasure come out of Laura as he sucked that excited nipple into his mouth to begin licking and sucking at it.

But I had work to do elsewhere. I turned myself upon the beach blanket, putting my feet toward their heads and my face at Uncle Malcolm's ass. I began kissing and licking at the cheeks of it. He raised his upper leg, spreading it away from the other, inviting me to caress more private areas.

Without hesitation I took a long, wet lick up through the crack of his ass. As the tip of my tongue crossed his asshole, I saw his stiff cock jerk, then swell and become larger and harder. I licked on up to his balls, gently sucking them into my mouth, caressing them with careful strokes of my tongue. Little humping movements of his hips let me know he appreciated that special attention.

Just then Laura raised her upper leg and threw it over Uncle Malcolm's, opening her cunt wide in welcome to his cock. The curly muff of her cunt hair glistened with jewellike drops of the love sweat drooling out of her excited cunt. I could feel heat radiating from her feverish hot box against my face as Uncle Malcolm moved closer, taking me with him.

The swollen head of his cock touched the outer lips of Laura's cunt lighty. He made several short thrusts, checking each one before the head of his cock disappeared inside Laura's hungry cunt. She began thrusting against him in answer. I could tell she was dying to have him sock it to her, to have him sink his anchor to its hairy hilt. But he was taking it easy, not rushing her, as a wise lover does.

I knew how Laura felt, though. I knew she was achingly ready, even if he wasn't yet sure. I let his balls slip out of my mouth just as he started another inward stroke. I drew back a little, then sent the tip of my tongue straight at his asshole. The touch of it there made him jerk away involuntarily in surprise, sending his stiff cock lunging on into Laura's cunt to its roots. A wavering groan of satisfaction came out of her. I changed position a little to give Uncle Malcolm more freedom of movement now. As he began humping his cock in and out of Laura's cunt full stroke, I held my tongue straight out so the crack of his ass moved back and forth on it as he fucked her, giving him an added charge of sensation with each stroke.

Within moments both of them were moaning and groaning like they were suffering intensifying torture. Then I saw Laura's cunt begin pulsating around his cock as it went in and out of her and knew she was coming before her scream told me. I really had a grandstand view. Like hell! I had something far better, like a TV close-up view. I could clearly see her cunt stop its frantic pulsations for a second, then begin all over again as she blasted off into a fresh orgasm. It was about as erotic as anything I'd ever experienced. My own cunt got so excited it felt like the love honey was gushing out of it. Without even a conscious thought about what I was doing, I dropped my hand down to my ravenous cunt and began caressing my clitoris.

Lord, how thankful I was that I was a woman and didn't have to worry about "saving" my sexual charges, about trying to get the most mileage possible out of each one, like a man does if he's any kind of a lover. I could spend sexual energy as freely as I was offered opportunities, yet always have more at a moment's notice if I found myself presented with a new opportunity. Being a woman relieved me of all need to conserve my orgasms because I always had a new one ready and waiting. So masturbation was not a waste but an added bonus.

I closed my eyes as I caressed my clitoris. In a flash I was back at the orgy of the night before. My finger became a rigid cock. One second it belonged to our famous host. The next instant it hung from the belly of Laura's TV idol. An instant later it belonged to another handsome actor. It was fantastic. My head was swarming with such a swirl of erotic images I began blowing my mind. I forgot all about continuing to tease Uncle Malcolm. Even the vibrating dildos had never made me come the way I was coming all by myself there on that beach blanket, while Uncle Malcolm and Laura humped each other frantically and yelled and moaned and humped some more, merely inches away behind me. Those phantom lovers of mine were treating me to the most royal fucking any woman ever had.

When I finally finished, I came back from my trip to outer space, actually to inner space, and found Uncle Malcolm and Laura laying still coupled together as if forzen, watching me in amazement. When she saw I was back, Laura demanded almost angrily, "What in hell happened to you? We thought you were having some kind of sexual fit. Maybe even an epileptic seizure."

"If epileptic seizures were anything like what I just had," I told her, "everyone would be trying to find a way to get epilepsy, instead of a way to cure it. I was only having an adventure with a sexual phantom."

"Good Lord, what's his name?" Laura began. I want---" I cut her off, warning, "Don't start that again! You were wanting Uncle Malcolm and now you've got him, so enjoy him. Keep your atten- tion on him and on all he's giving you to be thankful for."

I got up and started walking toward the gentle surf. As I went, I called back to them, "I'll take a swim so I'm not around to distract you. I'll take my sexy phantoms with me."

As I walked on toward the water, my cunt was still tingling with the delights I'd just experienced. It still seemed impossible that such a hurricane of sensation could have all been in my head. But of course that's actually where such storms of passion always come from, even when you've had a partner to help start them raging. All in your head. All in inner space. What a trip!

I waded into the surf. I chuckled abruptly, wondering if that whole ocean held enough water to cool my burning cunt? The fire all those phantom cocks had set roaring within me gave promise of proving to be a pretty steady and enduring blaze. If hot pants were the new fashion headliners, I had a hunch I was going to wear the style in a way more women ought to. I'd found what it took to keep hot pants really hot. I knew the answer to my question; even that big ocean could never cool it. Because I'd unleashed the unquenchable fire of life within me. I'd become a completely liberated, an uncompromisingly sensuous woman. A mere ocean was no match for my fires. I'd been created to bring heat to the loins of ten thousand men. I felt suddenly supremely confident that I could fulfill my mission.

I waded on into the deeper water. An incoming wave rushed at me, reaching hungrily, caressingly, to touch and break around the firmness of my naked body. I sensed a spirit of maleness in those rushing waters. They closed, like a caressing, possessive hand, over my feverish cunt, then reached within it. I was lifted upon that great heaving male belly. It was filled with surging, flowing life and filled me with sensations of tingling awareness of the life that filled and surged and burned relentlessly within me. Life that appeared as fragile as mortality, yet had endured many million years as that ocean. Its immortality and mystery was wholly contained in a rain drop. My immortality and mystery was also wholly contained in a single drop.

I shook myself from his spell abruptly, struck by the realization that this ocean lover could turn treacherous if a girl didn't watch him. I turned myself on his broad, heaving belly, and began swimming back. Uncle Malcolm and Laura had finished their struggle upon the sand. They stood together, waving for me to come back and join them.