Chapter 2
Everybody at the party began forming groups now-shedding clothing, forming pairs and trios on the floor and furniture, each preparing for his or her particular sexual pleasure. Roger sighted Patti Higgins, college junior he had sixty-nined with at the last party, but somehow he wanted someone new. Besides, she had a tendency to bite cocks, which made her unpopular with many of the men. Denise was busily chatting with Rita.
Finally, Roger's eyes spotted a delectable redhead. He didn't know if it was the dimples just above her smooth ass or her large, dark nipples that turned him on more. Maybe it was the fragrant, almost indefinable odor of lusting bodies that filled the room.
The girl's eyelids were heavy and slightly drooping from smoking grass as her eyes met his. Also, she seemed completely absorbed with the boy's tongue moving hungrily between her legs. Panting, her face contorted from the pleasure the lad was delivering, she nevertheless beckoned to him.
Yes, it was unmistakable. She was asking him to come to her. She pursed her lips invitingly, then sucked on her thumb, shoving it in and out of her mouth to clarify the invitation. So far, it seemed to Roger, the girls at this party were very much partial to sucking cocks. His heart pounding, Roger looked about for Denise. She had disappeared. He went over to the girl with her thumb in her mouth and stood in front of her.
"Hello," he said. "Who's the lucky guy down below?"
She didn't answer, because just then another man came over and turned her so that she was squatting now on her hands and knees. The first man turned, adjusting his position and continued lapping at her genitals while the newcomer mounted her, like a stallion, from the rear.
"Oh," she said, wincing. "Easy, please! I've never had it in there before."
In a moment, the pain left her face and she seemed to enjoy the man's cock plunging into her rectum. Shuddering and mewing then, she reached out and groped at Roger's zipper. His erection burst free and she stared lustfully at it.
"I want it in my mouth," she said. "I want them... I want cocks everywhere. Please, please... in the mouth____"
"What's your name?" Roger asked, knowing it sounded ridiculous under the circumstances.
Her eyelids drooping, her body convulsing in ecstasy, she managed to mumble "Elaine," then dug her fingernails into his buttocks and nearly swallowed his hard-on whole. Roger sank to his knees, braced himself with one arm against the chair behind him, and, with his free hand, began massaging her heaving breasts, rolling her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He watched his cock slide in and out of her full lips while the men, behind and below, thrust and lapped harder. She was getting her wish; she was being probed and manipulated everywhere at once.
Roger saw Denise and Rita then, standing near the rear door. The lighting was dim, but the looks on their faces were puzzling. Denise seemed amused at his animal like thrusts into the girl's willing mouth, but Rita's expression seemed conspiratorial, as if to say to Denise: See, I told you anything goes... even your boyfriend is after all nothing more than an animal... they all are...
Roger found himself hurtling onward and gripping the girl's cheeks tightly, but he wished Denise were not witnessing his obvious pleasure as the tingling waves ran up and down his spine. And then, helpless, unable to do anything about it, even if he had wanted to, he watched as Rita began fondling Denise's breasts.
Deftly, Rita unhooked Denise's brassiere, exposing Denise's twin ivory mounds and began tonguing the erect, pink nipples. Roger felt a vague anger mingling with the ecstatic fury of the tongue working on his penis as Rita grew bolder and began massaging Denise's stomach and sucking her nipples. Then, to his surprise, he saw Denise go bleary-eyed with desire as Rita removed her shoes and slid her panties down over her ankles. Frozen, unable to move, Roger watched Rita take Denise by the hand and lead her out the rear door.
The shock of Denise with Rita delayed his orgasm by several minutes. Finally, though, he felt his pulsing organ swell to the bursting point. The girl's mouth gulped faster and faster, her breathy moaning mounting pleadingly as she clawed at his testicles and alternately tore at the hair of the boy lapping at her steaming vagina. In a moment, Roger was gushing semen into her starving mouth as she emitted grateful, craving squeals.
The man behind her, sensing completion, thrust harder, jarring her entire body as he slammed his hips against her buttocks fiercely. The girl, the man behind her, and Roger all reached their climaxes within seconds of one another. "Yeah, Elaine," the man behind gasped.
"Yeah, baby!"
Roger, still spurting, briefly lost contact with her, his cock flopping out against her chin. She quickly shoved it back into her mouth, trying for every drop as her lovely body bucked involuntarily and wave after wave of pleasure current surged deliciously from her head to her toes.
Roger took a minute to catch his breath, then, with trembling knees, made his way through the naked, writhing bodies to the rear door and outside to find Denise. About twenty yards away, he could see what appeared to be a canvas-covered lawn swing. It was moving slightly, and he was certain he could see feet.
He approached quietly on tiptoe, then peered cautiously around the side of the swing. Totally unaware of his presence, Rita and Denise were in ecstatic embrace, palming each other's breasts, their lips pressed tightly together. Back-stepping, Roger leaned against a big eucalyptus tree and watched, hypnotized at the sight of their lovemaking. Denise still held the panties Rita had removed from her in her hand, which was drooped over Rita's shoulder.
Roger watched while Rita lifted Denise's skirt gently, inched her hand ever so slowly up Denise's leg, and began stroking the burning, dripping crease Roger knew so well. Once again, Roger tiptoed up behind the swing. He could hear the same deep breathing, the same passionate pleas and broken phrases Denise spoke when she made love with him.
"Rita-oh, Rita. Yes, yes-oh, yes-God, it's beautiful-sooo good----"
"I know, sweet," Rita said, her voice low and lustful.
Roger was suddenly grateful to be alone, for he knew he was being possessive about Denise. He knew he was breaking the code of the sex orgy. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks as conflicting emotions warred within him. Oddly, he wanted to pull Rita and Denise apart, yet the sight of the girls in sexual contact had his member standing erect again, bursting painfully against his tight pants. Just minutes ago, he had come in the redhead's mouth, but already he needed relief... something. He reached down, took his prick out and, in the dim light of the moon, slowly began jacking off as he watched. The night air was cool on his organ.
"Is Roger this good?" Rita asked, her voice still low but quivering now. "Does he really know all the places-all the special places? Does he?"
"No, no-I guess not like-like this," Denise moaned. "Never like this____"
"Does he suck your pussy good?"
"Yes," Denise whimpered. She spread her legs wider now to accommodate Rita's kissing descent and continued whimpering unintelligibly. She was completely out of it and in a trance, Roger knew-a deeper trance than Roger had ever shared with her.
"Roger can't suck it as good as I can," Rita said. "Just relax. Lie back. That's it. Let me show you what a girl's tongue can do, my little Scorpio darling. You want my tongue to make you come, don't you, darling?"
At that instant, Roger despised Rita as much as he had ever despised anything or anybody, but he found himself unable to leave. He had to stay and watch and listen. He stood there, prick in hand, an unwilling eavesdropper with such conflicting emotions he wanted to scream at the starry night.
"Tell me to kiss it," Rita was saying. "Tell me you know I can make you come better than Roger. Tell me! I have to hear you say it!"
"All right, I-I know you can." Denise's voice seemed far away. "I know you can... do it... better. Kiss it... hurry... please... "
Rita tantalized Denise more then, sucking and squeezing Denise's breasts for a few more minutes before she began her kissing descent, all the while working with her hand between Denise's smooth spread legs, working on the nerve center of the eager vagina, intensifying, preparing...
"Oh, hurry!" Denise cried, pumping with her hips. "Please hurry!"
"Yes, love," Rita said. "Yes, Denise." Rita's voice was muffled as she buried her face between Denise's legs.
The squeaking of the swing became rhythmic to the accompaniment of lapping sounds and frenzied whimpering. Rita's long fingernails scooted Denise's rounded buttocks still closer to her mouth along the canvas cushions, and then the whimpers became short, staccato like breath-whines that begged and anticipated.
Roger watched Rita's desperate expertise in awe. She had one hand under Denise's pumping buttocks, moving her palm clockwise in a circular motion. Rita's other hand rotated counterclockwise on top of Denise's pubic mound, pressing her pelvis as her tongue darted horizontally back and forth across Denise's clitoris. Rita's head wagged from side to side that way, dipping only occasionally to take a quick lick up the entire length of Denise's cunt before resuming its sideways motion again on her clitoris.
Finally, Rita's tongue completed its mission on Denise's clitoris and Denise emitted one long... "AAaaaahhhhhhh____" Then Denise's upper body tossed back and forth, her back arched and her head tossed crazily while her hands shoved hard on Rita's shoulders as if to engulf her in her driving pelvis. The breath-whines crescendoed to hysteria. "Oh, Rita- right on it! Right on it! Ohhh____" Her orgasm was a thing of despair-a cry, a wailing, terrifying, gasping scream in the still summer night. As she lay there weeping and shuddering out the aftermath of her racking climax, Rita cradled her head on her shoulder tenderly.
For an instant, Roger thought he was going to be ill. Could he ever hope to duplicate Rita's skill? Could he ever take Denise to the heights of ecstasy she had just experienced? He didn't know. He just felt ridiculous standing there with his prick in his hand. He resisted a sudden urge to run and stand in front of them, assert his superiority, and come all over both of them.
"Yes, Denise," Rita was saying. "I understand. There, there. Rita understands. Don't fight it. It just happened. That's all. And it will probably happen again. You musn't feel guilty, my little Scorpio. You Scorpios are the sex sign of the zodiac, you know. You require special treatment, unique ecstasies. I've done something for you that no man can do for you- ever. You know that, don't you, darling? Now just rest awhile. Nobody has to know."
Rita had gone beyond participating in a casual orgy, Roger knew. It was almost as though she were attempting to establish a permanent relationship with Denise. For an instant, he wanted to get a crowbar and attack her. No, he was being ridiculous again. He had brought her here, hadn't he? And then Rita's conversation brought still greater confusion. Roger could not believe his ears.
"Oh, you want to do me, too," Rita said. "Good, I want you to. Ummm, that's nice, darling. That's it. That's it. A little higher. Oh, you are my little Scorpio darling, aren't you? See, you have desires and talents you never dreamed existed... that's it... that's it... "
"Very interesting, huh?" a voice said from behind Roger. He turned, startled. It was Greta, standing perhaps only a yard behind him. Ray was right. She was easily the youngest and most innocent-looking girl at the party. Roger didn't know what to do with his prick, so he stuffed it back inside his pants somewhat unsuccessfully.
"How long have you been here?" he whispered.
"Long enough. Are you a-what do they call it-a voyeur? I mean-do you get your kicks watching people make love?"
"No," he said. "Not usually. I-I brought Denise-that girl there-to the party. We're- uh-good friends. Where's Gene? I think he wanted to talk to you," Roger said.
"I know. Come here, would you?" she asked. She took him by the hand and led him to a lounge chair, some twenty yards away. It was a secluded area, surrounded by big trees which blocked their view of the house and the swing where Denise and Rita still made love.
They sat down and even in the semidarkness Roger could see her large, expressive eyes and the curve and swell of her delicious, ripe body. She had long, straight hair-black and shiny in the moonlight-and she wore a tight-fitting miniskirt and a white blouse that buttoned down the back.
"We can talk here," she said. "I have to talk to somebody." She seemed distressed and slightly bewildered.
"What about?" Roger asked.
"This party. I don't want to sound naive, but -well, I've had a few boys play around with me, and since I graduated from high school I've even slept with two men, but it was nothing like this. I-I don't know if I belong here. I've never even had a man-you know-do anything with his tongue to me down there. I'm kind of scared. Do you think-I should leave?"
She was serious, frowning intensely, sincerely asking his advice. "I guess that's up to you," Roger said, suddenly intrigued despite Gene's warning to stay away from her-that he wanted this newcomer for himself. "How did you get here?"
"I hitchhiked. I always hitchhike. That's how I met Gene. He picked me up last week and invited me to this party. He didn't tell me what kind of party."
Roger patted her cheek. She seemed so frightened, so helpless. "Well, you don't have to do anything, of course, but have you considered trying it? Nobody here is going to hurt you, and you might even like it." He gently brushed her bangs back from her forehead, then placed his hand on her knee. His heart beat faster and he felt his cock begin to stir inside his pants. For the moment at least, Gene's request to save her for himself and Denise with Rita did not exist.
"I might," she answered finally, "with somebody alone, if he was gentle. Maybe you could do things to me--just us-and then I wouldn't be so timid about doing things with the others. I don't think I want to do anything with a girl, though."
Roger's cock stood at full attention now. He couldn't believe this lovely girl's request. It was too good to be true. "All right, that might be a good idea," he managed, conscious of the tremor in his voice. "Let's lie down here and look up at the stars."
They lay there side by side, and Roger began kissing and stroking her warm cheeks, running his hands tenderly over her back and buttocks as he spoke. "See, nothing to fear, Greta. You're a beautiful girl and nobody is going to hurt you. It's a pleasant night and I'm going to make you feel good. I like you and I want you very much." He moved his hips slightly so that she could feel his hard-on against her stomach. "See how it likes you?"
"What are you going to do?" she asked, breathing faster.
"Everything."
"What those two girls were doing, too?"
"Umm-hmm. Everything."
"Roger, I want you to do that to me. You know that? I think that's my hang-up. Nobody ever really did it to me."
"Just wait," he said, fondling her firm breasts.
For a newcomer, Greta's response was amazing. When Roger unhooked her bra and let her firm, newly ripe beauties hang free, she urged him to unbutton her blouse and suck them. He did, using all the skill he had ever learned to excite this delightful stranger to sex games. As he nursed the nipples erect, first gently, then harder, her hand found his bulging cock, took it out, and massaged it out with both hands. He was dripping all over her but he didn't care. He worked his hand up from her bare knees under her skirt and lightly stroked her satin-smooth inner thigh before he finally stroked the sopping-wet treasure of her tight pussy.
"That's so nice," she murmured. "You have a nice strong thing and what you're doing, it-it drives me crazy. Are you going to put it in now?"
"You're not with one of your high school friends now," Roger gasped. "There's lots of time. Just take it easy."
Slowly he slipped her panties off, tugging caressingly at the elastic while he told her what he was going to do. He told her how good it would feel and how much he wanted to taste her. Her shoes and panties were off then, and he raised her dress high, scooted down, and began licking her knees, her thighs, avoiding for the moment the young cunt he wanted to devour, inhale. He wanted to drive her crazy out of her mind the way Rita had done to Denise.
She was too new at the subtleties of love to beg, he knew, but he could tell by her heaving, young tits and belly caving in and out that she craved his tongue, really wanted it right in her snatch. He repeated then what he had seen Rita doing to Denise. His hands-one a platform beneath her ass and the other manipulating her pubic mound-worked feverishly as he nuzzled the fragrant cunt. Then, ever so slowly, he allowed his eager tongue to lightly dart about her labia, teasingly, tantalizingly, until his hand beneath her buttocks was drenched with her love juice. He engulfed each lip of her gushing cunt in his mouth, ran his tongue up and down the length of her hot chasm.
Finally, he achieved both his goals. His tongue settled on her large clit and she was transported off into the land of anticipation, waiting for the orgasm she had to have worse than a junkie needs a fix or a lush needs booze.
She was tearing at his hair, gasping in total and utter need for fulfillment. She had to come and he loved delivering what she had to have. He moved his finger to her rectum and wiggled it back and forth, tickling, while he continued running his tongue over her tingling clit.
Her cries rose now even louder than Denise's had, piercing and crashing into the night. And then she went watery, the lubricant gone, and she was lifting his head from between her legs, asking him to stop. She had come twice. Now, sensitive, she could stand no more. Roger crawled up and flopped down beside her, letting her cover his cunt-drenched face with grateful kisses.
"Ummm, God," she panted, "No wonder they like it." And minutes later: "But what about you?"
"That's all right," he said lying. "I was with someone earlier. That's all right. We have a whole weekend, remember?"
"No, it isn't," she insisted, fondling his throbbing cock that had stood rigid and waiting for so long it ached. "Wait a little while. Then I want you to fuck me."
A little while seemed an eternity, but finally she rolled over on her back again and he inserted his cock slowly into Greta's still-mushy but tight cunt. She was lubricating again and Roger reveled in plunging his aching shaft into the hot wet of her. He held her legs up high and watched his prick going in and out, right to the hilt. Then he took it out all the way and, using the love juice from her cunt as lubricant, placed the bulging tip of his cock in her ass. He took a long time easing the head in.
"I don't know if I can," she said, a little frightened.
"Just relax," he said. "In a minute it will be all right."
In a little while, she seemed to enjoy it. Relaxed now, she said, "Oooh, that feels funny- different but nice."
Roger still held her legs high, watching his member penetrate slowly in and out. It was beautiful. He was fucking Greta in the ass in the moonlight and he never wanted to stop. Finally, he could hold back no longer and he drove harder, kneading her buttocks with both hands until he felt his hot load emptying inside this fresh, young beauty.
Finally, when he had regained his breath, Greta said, "I'm glad I asked your advice about the party. You know something? I even came again that last time. It was a different feeling, but I actually came while you were doing it in my rear. And oh, what you did with your tongue!"
Roger laughed. "I'm glad you asked my advice, too. You're the best little fuck I've had in ages."
"Really?" she asked, amazed. "Was I really good? Was I?"
"Definitely." Roger said, then added, "Shall we return to the party?"
They stepped from the cluster of trees that had shielded them from view. As they walked back to the house, Roger saw that the swing Denise and Rita had occupied was now empty.
"Was I really good?" Greta kept saying as they went. "Was I really? Was I? No kidding?"
Roger assured her that she was and asked her not to mention their lovemaking to Gene. She promised to keep it a secret.
For reasons he did not understand, Roger's rage over Rita's and Denise's lovemaking had subsided. When Denise had become the aggressor everything had somehow changed. At that point it had become a situation beyond his control. Besides, she was an adult with the right to do as she pleased, and he realized he had been foolish to overreact that way. Rita had seduced Denise, true, but Denise had welcomed the seduction.
Actually, his own affair with Greta had been no different, except that Denise had been with another woman. Even so, he had come to the party knowing anything could happen. Besides, maybe Denise needed to have at least one affair with another woman. Who was to say?
Inside, Roger didn't see Denise or Rita. The orgy had spent itself momentarily and settled into a lull. Exhausted, people lay sprawled everywhere but four or five were beginning the second phase of the party-assaulting wood walls and ceiling and flooring with crowbars and hammers. Roger found the sight of human beings bashing holes in and slashing at what had once been a house slightly disconcerting. He was vaguely aware that Gene was calling his name, urging him to join in the festivities, as he watched Greta, beaming, join two other girls in conversation on the sofa.
A few of the other guests stirred too and began joining in the wrecking of the little house. In a way, it was frightening. The expressions on their faces were those of people gone mad. All restraint left them. It was as though they had been given a license to destroy and mutilate-take out the frustrations of a lifetime on the small, defenseless house. It was Bastille Day; it was the slaughterhouse; it was modern man gone primitive.
Numbly, Roger made his way through the melee to Gene. "Grab yourself a weapon and wail!" Gene yelled. He resembled an officer spurring the troops on to insanity-waving them out of the trenches in some bizarre war movie.
Confused and ashamed, Roger went over to the wall and vomited. He knew not why, and he didn't care. He gagged and threw up against the wall, in this condemned house, in this century, this night, and he didn't care. Perhaps it was the shock of Denise and Rita followed by the excitement of Greta. He didn't know.
"Don't worry about it," Gene said. He laughed crazily and his eyes were ablaze. "Don't you see? It doesn't matter. What does it matter if you upchuck all over a house that's getting torn down anyway? Tomorrow the wreckers are going to finish the job professionally, but tonight this pad is ours. All ours! Don't you get it? Honest to God, it doesn't matter!" Gene was high-on wine and grass.
Roger began to laugh, too, and then they were both laughing hysterically-an architect and a builder laughing hysterically while crowbars and hammers cruelly assaulted the defenseless house. The sound of destruction and laughter boomed everywhere as Roger saw Denise and Rita enter the rear door. Denise, his beautiful Denise, was a glassy-eyed mess. She seemed dumbstruck at the sight that greeted her. Rita just laughed and" patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"What's the matter?" Gene asked. He saw his wife and Denise then. "Didn't I tell you earlier to pair up with Rita? But you didn't do it, did you? Well, that's the way it is at every goddam party we give. Don't worry about it, though. Some chicks have to get their lesbian thing out of the way every once in a while. Nothing to worry about. Now let's tear this fucking place up, all right?"
Roger accepted a crowbar. Uneasy at firsts he joined in the destruction. But soon he was swinging with all his might at everything in sight -shattering, bashing, battering, laughing...
Finally, everyone sat exhausted, staring at the rubble. A post-orgasmic kind of sadness settled over the house. Exposed support timber, roofing, black paper, and chicken wire, molding and broken glass-all offered proof that a house had been destroyed. It was then that Gene announced the move to his new, two-story house next door, where the party would continue through Saturday and Sunday.
As the group walked the path through the trees to the other house, Roger glanced back over his shoulder. At Gene's insistence, the electrical system of the house had been spared -for salvage purposes-and Roger could see specks of dust and plaster still settling through the broken windows. Walking beside him, Gene said, "Tomorrow and Sunday will be a gas. Reggie will be here then. He's an old guy who doesn't do anything-just likes to watch. And you haven't seen Tina yet, have you? She's too much. We give her a special room."