Chapter 4
Roger awoke slowly, vaguely aware that he had been listening to a distant, repetitious thudding sound. He opened one eye, focused on the pads and blankets strewn about the floor, then remembered that he was at Gene's and Rita's house. The morning sun streamed through the glass sliding doors and he saw that he was alone in the living room. He heard voice mingling with the intermittent thudding sound. What was making that weird sound?
He stretched, sat up, and looked out onto the patio. Rita's and Gene's house guests sat sipping coffee and chatting amiably at umbrella-covered tables and lounge chairs. He went to his clothing, draped over the chair, dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he had made himself presentable, he poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and went outside.
Before he could even say "Good morning," a giant Great Dane came barking and charging at him. The snarling dog skidded to a halt just inches in front of him, nearly causing him to spill his coffee. Everybody laughed convulsively at his stunned reaction.
"Down, Muff! Down, boy!" a high-pitched voice with just a hint of an English accent called out, and then a dapper, and gray-haired man wearing a tweed suit and a small hat came over and called the dog off. The man was obviously the dog's owner.
"Sorry about Muff here," the man said. "He gets a bit antsy when startled. Reggie here. What's your name?"
Reggie was the voyeur Gene had told him about, Roger thought. "Roger Theisen," Roger said, and they shook hands.
"Come on over and sit down," Gene called from one of the tables. "Reggie just arrived. We decided to let you sleep in. You seemed a little bushed."
"Yes, I guess I overindulged," he said, sitting between Rita and Gene. He looked about the group. Tina was nowhere in sight, but Denise sat some ten yards away with Denny, Greta, and several others. Denise waved, fluttering her fingers and smiling. He waved back. She looked awful. Gene and Rita must have fucked and sucked her all night, he thought.
"You don't want to poop out yet," Gene said. "The party is just getting underway. The weather's perfect. There's no reason we can't do anything we want-indoors or out."
"I made an expedition to Tina's room last night," Roger said. "Good God! That woman is amazing."
"Ah hah!" Gene said, beaming. "Yes, the incomparable Tina. She may be down later, but she rarely leaves her room. We take food up to her."
"Also, I overhead part of yours and Rita's act with Denise. Go easy on her, huh?"
"Nothing to worry about," Gene said. "When she leaves after this weekend you'll have a trained tigress on your hands. We'll see to that." He stared over at the young Greta. "Damn it, when am I going to get my hands on that delicious little cunt?"
Rita bent forward and spoke confidentially. "Maybe we'll take her to your room tonight. I wouldn't mind sampling her wares myself." She straightened up, staring over at Greta's lovely ass bulging beautifully in the canvas chair, and Roger was sure he could see Rita beginning to salivate.
"Say, what the hell is that thumping sound?" Roger asked, looking at his watch. It was a little after 9:00 a.m.
"Those are the wreckers I mentioned last night. They're finishing the job we started. That 'thump' you hear is that big steel ball they use. It swings on a cable and levels the place," Gene said. "Hey, what are you talking about? You, an architect, and you can't recognize the sound of a Tieadache ball' swinging from a crane?"
"Oh, yes," Roger said, rubbing at his temples with his long fingers. "Of course, I'm not myself this morning."
"Better go and get your raw egg and wheat germ, Rog," Rita said. "It's in the refrigerator."
Roger did, and when he returned they all sat sipping coffee, greeting the morning, getting their bodies awake and tuned up for the carnal pleasures that awaited them while the battering "headache ball" sounded nearby.
"I have an interesting program planned for tonight," Gene said, "but I thought we'd just play it by ear for now." He paused, watching Reggie's dog, Muff, circulate among the group. "A thought suddenly occurs to me," he said, excited. "Naturally, Muff there will provide good sport. He's trained to mount a woman or lap her on command. But I have another idea. Those wrecker fellows working on the old house- they're hardy, well-built fellows and it might be interesting to get them over here. Wouldn't you love to watch Tina or Yolanda, Doris and Patti go to work on some naive, unsuspecting guy? Huh? Wouldn't you?"
Rita squealed with delight and clapped her hands together gleefully. "Marvelous!" she cried. "What a simply marvy idea! I can hardly wait!" She jumped up and down in her chair. Roger thought she was going to have a fit. "But I want one of them, too," she insisted. "I want one of those big male-smelling, workingman's cocks all to myself."
"Okay," Gene said. "They should be through before too long. Then I'll invite them here to the house for a cold drink or something."
"How do you know they'll go along with it?" Roger-asked. "Some guys are touchy about being watched when they're fucking."
Gene and Rita exchanged conspiratorial glances. "Roger, you forget I built this house. Do you really think I wouldn't think of that? Hell, in Tina's room and in the room where the three girls are staying I've got so many peepholes you wouldn't believe it. Those rooms might as well be a sieve! Why do you think Reggie comes here? Anybody can watch an open orgy, but it's more fun watching them when they don't know they're being watched, right?"
"Yeah," Roger said, making an ape face. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He watched Muff then. The enormous dog seemed to be restless, waiting. He kept drooling and looking at his master, Reggie. Apparently he sensed impending action because his pink erection was beginning to peek out from its furry sheath and he emitted little impatient whimpers from time to time as he eyed the legs of the females in attendance. Twice already, Reggie had found it necessary to reprimand the dog for sniffing crotches. The beast's technique was straightforward but startling to his unsuspecting victims.
He would approach-either from the front or rectum of his prey until Reggie called him off. Except for these brief, disconcerting attacks, however, Muff was an altogether well-behaved and admirable animal-particularly under the circumstances. For a highly specialized and sex-oriented dog, it was unquestionably a confusing situation.
Roger was suddenly aware that of all the females present, only Rita wore a pant suit. The rest wore skirts-most of them miniskirts.
Reggie came over then. "Gene, I'm afraid I can't restrain Muff indefinitely. He needs release fast. The scent of pussy is driving him crazy. Whom do you suggest?"
"Well, let me think," Gene said, scanning the group, fondling the deep cleft in his chin. "None of the girls are wearing panties, of course, so they're all equally in readiness. Perhaps Elaine. Yes, Elaine tends toward the exhibitionist more than most."
"Fine," Reggie said. "Let me take Muff inside and warm his nose a bit. I'll be right back."
"Good," Rita said, "I'll prepare things here in the meantime."
Reggie called Muff and they went into the kitchen.
"Attention, everyone," Rita called, standing up. "The activities for today will begin in just a few minutes. Muff can't hold out any longer, so he'll be first on the program. Elaine, when Reggie returns with our canine guest you will be his partner. For you newcomers, we have selected Elaine because she has been here before and knows what pleasure Muff can deliver. I assure you that there is nothing to fear. Muff is very gentle and efficient, correct, Elaine?"
Roger detected a distinct frown on Elaine's pretty face. She didn't look like the same girl who had lapped greedily at his organ just last night while two other men assaulted her rectum and vagina.
"If you don't mind," Elaine said, "I think I'd rather watch. Maybe later. It's a bit early, you know."
"Nonsense, dear," Rita said. "The dog shows a distinct preference for you and he does a magnificent job, doesn't he?"
"Yes, yes," Elaine said. "I certainly don't have any complaints about his skill, but-"
"-Ladies and gentlemen," Rita interrupted as Reggie came out with the eager Muff, "I present the incomparable Muff. Please, will some of you help Elaine disrobe? Muff is waiting."
Two of the male guests stripped Elaine, then helped her place her legs astride the arms of her chair. The pink vertical crease of her cunt made Roger's organ stir inside his pants. He had seen a movie once in which an animal first lapped a female's genitals, then fucked her, but he had never seen the act 'live." Everyone was looking back and forth from Elaine's waiting pussy to the salivating, tail-wagging Muff who strained at his master's hold on his collar.
"Gene," Reggie said, "would you get me some beef broth?"
"I forgot it."
"Certainly," Gene said, hurrying into the house. In a moment, he returned with an open can. "It's not real warm," he apologized, "but it's room temperature."
"That will be fine," Reggie said, crossing with Muff to Elaine, whose position resembled that of a patient undergoing a pelvic examination. Reggie then applied the beef broth to each of Elaine's ivory breasts, rubbing the tangy aromatic juice into the pink nipples and then down over her voluptuous stomach and navel to her beautiful twat.. Roger glanced about and noticed several hard-ons bulging inside the men's pants. The approaching scene would be fascinating, but he guessed that these men, like himself, envied Muffs upcoming meal.
"There," Reggie said finally. "You'll notice," he said to the group, "that I stopped applying the broth short of the vagina. This is intentional, since I wish Muff to prepare Elaine adequately before he reaches the true goal he has in mind. Unfortunately, animals must be forced into foreplay. Otherwise their procreative natures rush them to a premature penetration and orgasm. When the time is right, I will pour the remainder of this broth into the genital area. Not that Muff doesn't savor the natural broth Elaine has to offer-he does. But this is the way in which he has been trained, and he will not move below Elaine's navel until then. It is- you might say-a means of signaling the dog that he may then move to his ultimate goal. Very well, Muff. Titties. Titties."
The words thus implanted in the animal's brain, Reggie led him to the side of the chair and placed his snout on Elaine's breasts. The scent of the broth did the rest. Muff began licking at the nipples, hungrily wrapping his huge red tongue all over the twin ivory mounds. The animal was insatiable as he worked his head up and down, from side to side, lapping noisily as his full erection probed desperately, searching for wet-warm shelter, searching for cunt-heat, but, for the moment at least, met only the rough texture at the side of Elaine's chair.
Elaine began arching her back, giving the greedy tongue easy access to her breasts. Then she grasped Muffs collar, guiding the animal's frantic effort, putting the pressure where she wanted it. With her other hand, she reached down and slowly scooped up lubricant from her gushing vagina and smeared the love fluid on her breasts. Catching this scent now, Muff went crazy, intensifying his efforts until he resembled a foaming, sex-starved beast in the wilds."
His master, Reggie, seemed aroused, too. Reggie's beady brown eyes gleamed and he kept repeating, "Good, boy, Good, boy," as Muff feasted on Elaine's tits. Elaine herself was beginning to lose control. As the animal left her breasts and licked lower, its head still frantically bobbing as it moved over the swell of her delectable stomach, she reached down and parted the dark soft down that sheltered her love chasm. Even from a distance, Roger could see pussy juice dripping down the length of her snatch and wetting the canvas chair. Her pink puckered rectum glistened from the heavy flow of lubricant, too.
For a time she had stared in fascination at Muffs darting tongue on her breasts, her stomach, her navel, but now as the animal's approach to her craving hole drew near, she threw her head back and, eyes rolling, began moaning as her finger massaged her drenched clit.
"Oh, that tongue," she chanted. "God, Reggie, tell him to hurry. I can't wait!"
"Just a little while longer," Reggie promised.
Roger watched Denise clenching her fists. She was no longer one of the uninitiated. She stared in frank and unconcealed lust at the sight of this dog reducing Elaine to a sobbing, pleading, shuddering sex slave. Denny's cock was out, too, and the girl beside him gripped it hard, stroking while he finger-fucked her pussy and tweaked her nipples. Everywhere the guests were squirming in response to Elaine's ecstatic moaning. Reggie crouched down on all fours now, staring directly at Muffs fluttering tongue against Elaine's smooth flesh.
"Let him have it," somebody cried. "Let him lap her cunt."
"Yes, yes," others joined in. "Let Muff have her pussy."
Reggie stood up then, grabbed the can containing the rest of the beef broth and poured it slowly over Elaine's stomach. The amber liquid ran down her stomach over her navel, drenched her soft pubic hair and her hand working on her own cunt, then dripped into her rectum and onto the chair. "Please, let him," Elaine pleaded. "Let him lick my snatch, everything. Let him lick and fuck me!"
The moment had arrived now. Muff knew it and trembled all over. The guests knew it too, because neither Muff nor Elaine nor the observers could tolerate any further delay. Reggie still watched, savoring the final instant before his dog would bury its wildly licking snout into Elaine's honey nest. Roger went and stood near Muff and Elaine with the rest of the group. If something didn't happen soon, they threatened to become an uncontrollable mob demanding justice.
"Ladies and .gentlemen," Reggie said, "the moment of ultimate pleasure has arrived." He lifted Elaine's limp wrist from her pussy and held the hand out for Muff to sniff. "Muff," he said evenly. "Muff, eat pussy! Pussy!"
The crazed animal's reaction was instantaneous but, at the same time, gentle. Tantalized and teased as he had been, Roger had expected Muff to attack Elaine's crotch in a frenzy, but instead the dog lapped lovingly, almost reverently. If anything, his bobbing head and laving tongue slowed in tempo. It was as though Elaine's mushy cavern were a shrine and he had come to pay homage to its beauty, fragrance- its taste. Eyes closed, appreciation apparent on the animal's face, he lapped slowly up and down the whole length of Elaine's crotch, from her tailbone to her clitoris.
Muffs sudden tenderness had a calming effect on Elaine, too. She still clutched Muffs fur behind his neck in both hands, but she ceased thrashing and her moaning grew quieter, her sounds longer and drawn out. She raised her knees still higher up toward her shoulders now to permit Muff access to every inch of her sensitive areas, particularly her rectum. Slowly, she moved her knees, riding with the nerve-tingling tongue, like a jockey. As she moaned, Muff moaned with her-no, not a moan but a low growl of happiness.
Reggie's face was not more than six inches away from the point of contact and Roger watched the man as he wet his lips with his tongue in rhythmic accompaniment to his dog's grateful strokes.
"Top, boy!" Reggie said suddenly. "Top!"
Without a second's hesitation, Muff began concentrating his efforts solely on Elaine's clitoris. His head moved faster now, horizontally, wagging back and forth with such speed that the sound of saliva against clitoris became one long sound, like a musical note. Elaine's jaw went slack as she reached a climax. Her entire body heaved violently.
"00hhhhhh," she wailed, pushing Muffs head away briefly.
"Hold, boy!" Reggie commanded.
Muff sat back on his haunches, his big pink dog-cock still rigid, its pointed tip dripping onto the flagstone patio. Roger saw the innocent-looking Greta openly masturbating. Her hand was under her skirt and moving rapidly against the top of her slit. Roger went over to her, withdrew her hand and replaced it with his own. He began massaging her clit at the same speed, moving it fast in a small circular motion, as she had done. It was then that he saw Tina. He did not know how long she had been there, but she seemed fascinated at the sight of Elaine spread-eagle and in a trance while Muff sat obediently awaiting further orders.
"I-I don't think I can come a n y m o r e," Elaine gasped. "Why-why don't you let-let the poor thing-fuck me? He's so-so excited. Let him fuck me."
"Yes," everybody agreed. "Let him fuck her. Let Muff fuck! Let Muff fuck!
Hearing the word, Muffs ears perked up noticeably.
"Very well," Reggie said. "Fuck it will be. Fuck, Muff! Mount, boy, mount!"
Muff had been methodical and workmanlike while dining at Elaine's crotch. Fucking her was another matter. As he mounted to penetrate, to probe into the cunt-heat he so desperately craved, he shuddered, shook, spasmed. Every strand of fur on his body vibrated as though charged with electricity as he thrust in an effort to make entrance. Finally, Elaine herself reached down and guided his organ between the swollen, dripping cunt lips into the warmth of her, while Reggie, his face still inches away, watched every move.
With his paws clamped tightly about Elaine's hips, Muffs rear pumped at fantastic speed. Then, stepping from nowhere, Tina crouched behind him, reached up and began massaging his testicles.
"You should feel his balls," she said. "They're vibrating in my palm. They're up tight and he's getting ready to come."
"Go, Muff, Go!" the group cried, spurring him on.
Muff needed no encouragement. His tempo increased, sped crazily, faster, faster, until all could tell he had finally completed his mission.
"He did it," Tina cried. "What a beautiful sensation to feel them surging when he finishes. Thank you, Reggie," she said, standing. "That was magnificent." And she left to return to her room.
Roger's manipulation had brought Greta's gushing cunt to orgasm at almost the same time Muff had finished. Now Muff lay with his head against Elaine's breast, resting. Greta sank into one of the lounge chairs and Roger lay down beside her. Everyone seemed relaxed now, resting and staring quietly at Elaine and the satiated Muff. The spectacle had finished and in the center of the arena the girl and her animal lover lay in bizarre repose. The emperor-host, Gene, and his empress wife, Rita, were drifting off to sleep. In fact, everyone seemed on the verge Of taking a nap. The excitement had passed.
Roger listened to the sound of the steel ball crashing into the small house next door, leveling it, and the drone of Greta's innocent snore beside him. The last thing Roger saw before dozing off was Yolanda leading Muff by the collar into the house.
"Come on, boy," she said. "We have to clean you up, boy."
"Come on, everybody. Wake up! You don't want to sleep all day, do you? A forty-five minute nap is plenty. Wake up and let's wail!"
Roger opened his eyes, squinting at the sun. Everyone was stirring, coming to life. The voice was Gene's.
"Listen, gang, I'm going next door and bring back those wreckers. I'll offer them a beer or something. If we play our cards right, we might be able to have a ball. Just play it cool and leave everything to me, all right? Yolanda, Doris, Patti?"
"Yes," the three of them chorused.
"Stay close. I may have some naive, young hemen for you-and Tina too. But let's not scare them away. Remember, participants and watchers stand to gain if we can entice them. Want to come with me, Rog?"
"All right," Roger said, getting up.
As they walked the winding path through the big trees and shrubbery Roger felt good, revitalized. Gene whistled Baby, Won't You Light My Fire? The short nap had done them both good.
"Reggie's really going to get his kicks if we can get these guys over to the house and into the rooms with Tina and the unholy trio," he said. "Enjoying yourself so far?"
"Fine, fine," Roger replied. "Denise seems to dig the orgy scene, too."
"Yeah, I noticed," Gene said. "Don't worry about her, Rog. These sessions are therapeutic. She'll be better than ever once the party's over. You'll see. I used to worry about Rita's making it with chicks, but now I know she's just getting a lot of pent-up desires out of her system."
They emerged from the trees and stepped into a clearing where the old house had stood the night before. Now there was nothing but three piles of rubble, a truck, a crane, a truck for loading, and four men. One pile contained pipe and other plumbing fixtures; another contained parts of what had been the electrical system. The third and largest pile was composed of pure refuse: broken bits of lath and plaster, roofing, flooring. The first two piles would be salvaged for resale. The third pile was useless, and the men now loaded it into the huge dump truck.
"Howdy," Gene called as they approached.
All four men were young, none over twenty-five, and they wore Levi's and shoes only. Shirtless, the upper halves of their firm, muscled bodies were bronze from working outdoors in the sun. Roger envied their physiques.
"Hello there, Mister Rawls," a handsome blond youth-apparently the foreman-replied, wiping perspiration from his brow.
"A little warm, eh?" Gene asked.
"Yes, sir," he said.
"Roger and I were wondering if you fellows might like to take a break-come over and have a cool drink with us by the pool? Oh, sorry," Gene said. "Chuck, this is Roger Theisen. Roger's an architect. He designs the things you knock down."
They shook hands. "Pleased to meet you, sir," Chuck said. And then, "Gee, I don't know. We should keep at it and finish this job up. Still, I am pretty thirsty."
"Tell you what," Gene said. "Why don't two of you come over and take a break while two stay and work? Then you two can work while the others take a break."
Chuck grinned. "You twisted my arm," he said. "Okay, let's go. Hey, Ortega!" he called to a handsome Mexican lad who could not have been more than twenty-two, if that. "C'mon, let's go over next door and take a break I"
"Si," Ortega cried, tossing his shovel aside and trotting over to them.
"Ortega, this is Mister Rawls and Mister Theisen," Chuck said. Ortega smiled, revealing perfect white teeth, and said that he was "most glad" to meet them. Then they all started back down the path toward the house.
"Be back in a while, fellahs," Chuck called. "Then you can take a break. Keep at it."
When they reached the patio, Gene winked and spoke softly to Roger. "Man, are these broads ever going to have a field day. Look at 'em! One blond and the other with coal black hair. And both young, strong, and naive!"
Just then Muff came barking and snarling at the newcomers. Reggie called him off and he went and lay down in the shade again. The guests had changed into bathing suits now and lay basking in the sun. Gene introduced the two workmen to the group and then took Rita aside. "Why the bathing suits?" he asked.
"You said to 'play it cool,' hon, so I tried to make things look normal," Rita explained.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gene said. "Listen, ditch all the towels inside and go up and tell Tina to look out the window and take her pick. She gets first choice. And get Yolanda, Doris, and Patti upstairs in their room, too."
"All right, but why hide the towels?"
"Never mind. You'll see. Now go ahead and put on a skirt!"
Rita began discreetly gathering the towels while Gene went inside to get beers and Cokes. He came out and passed around the refreshments. Both Chuck and Ortega took beers.
"Say, would you fellahs like to take a swim?" Gene asked.
"Yes, sir," Chuck said. "Sounds mighty good, but-but I don't have a suit."
"I have no swimsuit either," Ortega said.
"No problem," Gene assured them. "We all skinny-dip here. When you finish your beers just toss your clothes in one of those chairs and dive in. That's why we live in the hills."
Both men stared at each other, then at the girls lolling on the patio, then at each other again. Rita returned now, wearing a miniskirt as instructed. Gene turned his face from Chuck and Ortega as he spoke to her. "Now sit over there in that chair," he said. "Keep your knees up so they can get a nice view of your beautiful cunt. We'll have them hornier than hell in no time flat."
"Okay," she said, "but tell Reggie to keep that cunt-eating pooch of his away from me. Elaine may want to have puppies, but personally I don't like dog dicks in my snatch."
"Go on," Gene commanded.
Rita took a chair not ten feet away and, assuming a nonchalant air, sat with her knees up as she stared out at the landscape. Her pose was perfect, Roger thought. Her legs were far apart, but not so widespread that her pose looked intentional. The view of her cunt lips, the tousled ringlets framing her inner pleasure palace, and the tiny eye of her asshole, was enough to raise any man's rod. Roger felt his groin tingle at the delicious sight of the rounded "W" of her fuck zone mounted as though on a pedestal, ready and waiting for tongue or penis to slip inside it there on the sagging canvas chair.
Ortega was the first to spot Rita's inviting twat, and his reaction was something to see. He blinked, not believing his eyes, and his mouth fell open as he swallowed hard and nudged Chuck with his elbow.
"Yeah, what is it?" Chuck said loudly.
Ortega winced, shooshing him and trying to look casual as he gestured in Rita's direction with his head. He kept pointing his head in Rita's direction and grimacing with bulging eyes.
"What the hell's wrong with you, man?" Chuck said. "You got gas or somethin'?" He took a long sip of his beer.
Again Ortega shooshed him and again he wagged his head in Rita's direction. Ortega was getting frantic now in his effort to communicate his amazing discovery. It was all Roger could do to keep from laughing out loud.
And then, at last, Chuck's eyes glanced at what poor Ortega had been attempting to show him. Chuck's reaction resembled that of a whale spouting. He exhaled as though sneezing and his full mouth of beer whooshed out over the patio, misting like a geyser in the sunlight. Then he began choking, choking, while Ortega patted him on the back.
Through all of it, Rita remained motionless, staring at the pool in quiet concentration. Everybody, it seemed, knew nothing that might have caused such a reaction. The boy had merely swallowed beer "down the wrong pipe."
"Beer too cold?" Gene inquired.
"No... no... it's-it's all right," he managed, still choking and still glancing at Rita's pussy to be sure he hadn't seen a mirage.
Gene gestured at Roger and they both went over to Elaine who sat by Denny, Greta, and Denise on the concrete.
"What are you doing to those poor kids?" Denise asked.
"Never mind," Roger said, winking. "You'll see. Wait."
"In a minute," Gene said, "I want the three of you-Elaine, Greta, Denise-to slip out of your suits casually and go for a swim."
"Do we have to?" Denise asked, her voice childlike.
"Look," Roger explained, "this is all part of a carefully laid plan. You have to do your part. Do as Gene says. Wait a minute, then strip and hit the pool."
Roger followed Gene back over to Chuck and Ortega who now made no effort to conceal their interest in Rita's gaping cunt. Ortega's pants were wet in front, and there was a distinct bulge at both of their crotches.
"Shall we take a swim?" Elaine said, standing up and removing her halter.
"Good idea," Denise said. "I'm positively roasting!"
The three of them-Elaine, Greta, and Denise -then slipped out of their suits, pulling their suit bottoms tantalizingly down over their knees and ankles until they stood stark naked in the sun. Denise closed her eyes, savoring the sun's warmth as she stared up at the sky and cupped her milk-white breasts in her hands. Not to be outdone, Elaine did a slow, deep knee-bend, warming up for exercise presumably, and ran her hands along her smooth inner thighs. Even the newcomer, Greta, bent over and fiddled with her toe for an unusually long time to give the boys a splendid view of her perfectly rounded ass and just a glimpse of cunt hair.
Roger shook his head. His Denise had certainly come of age, he thought. Both she and Greta were performing like burlesque queens- rivaling even the veteran, dog-fucked Ellaine. All three girls slipped into the water now, giggling. Then Denise began a slow backstroke, her delicious tits jiggling wet and shiny in the sunlight, while Greta kept surfacing and diving deep, each time exposing more of the inviting cleft of her butt that Roger had sunk his shaft in only last night. The aqua-sex display continued and Roger found himself yearning once again to fuck Greta's lovely rear.
"Look at 'em," Gene said quietly.
Roger followed Gene's gaze to Chuck and Ortega, both of whom had ceased gaping at Rita's parted legs now and instead concentrated on the naked girls in the pool. It was odd, but they were resembling more and more the Great Dane, Muff-looking exactly the way the dog had looked before Reggie had given him the order to lick Elaine's quiff.
Two things triggered the boys' decision to swim nude. First, exhibitionist Elaine got out and stood bouncing on the diving board, her huge milk-melons ballooning in the breeze for a full half minute. Second, Ortega suddenly noticed the spreading wet spot, now the size of a grapefruit, at the crotch of his Levi's. Embarrassed, he turned away slightly and said to Chuck, "Maria! I am a fountain. Let's swim!"
Chuck saw what he meant and gave him no argument. Then both men shed their shoes, shorts, and Levi's and dived into the blue water. As they raced toward the naked girls at the far side of the pool, Roger saw that they were both good swimmers. Gene stood watching, looking pleased, like a general observing his troops efficiently carrying out his strategy.
The boys seemed somewhat uncertain as they joined the girls who clung now to the side of the pool. Their instincts obviously dictated one thing-the touching of breasts and vaginas-but the social circumstances suggested restraint. Gene obviously enjoyed their frustrating dilemma as they chatted harmlessly with the girls while, at the same time, they ached to touch, to mount, to send their sperm shooting into the cunts of the naked, giggling females.
"Do a dive," Elaine said to Ortega. "Can you do a swan dive?"
The eager-to-please Ortega hesitated momentarily, glancing over his shoulder at the group on the patio.
"Go ahead, Ortega," Gene called. "Yes, show us a swan dive."
Roger thought of the legend of Leda and her swan lover as Ortega lifted himself from the water, his muscles glistening as he climbed onto the diving board. He walked to the end of the board and sprang, testing it, his big uncircumcised, lazy hard-on slapping his stomach above his navel. Reggie came over to Gene and Roger now. "God, that kid is hung like a bull," he said. "Who is he going to fuck? Most interesting-yes, yes----"
"That depends on Tina," Gene replied. "She's watching at the window. I've promised her the pick of these two studs. Don't worry, Reggie, we'll all be at the peep holes watching them both in action in the upstairs' rooms. You'll get to see some sex play soon. At the moment, I'd say Ortega's dong gives him an edge."
"Whew!" Reggie exclaimed in admiration, perhaps a trace of envy, at the sight of the big-pricked Ortega. "Yes, indeed. I should say so!"
Ortega retreated to the rear of the diving board now, stood poised briefly, then paced forward, sprang high into the air, his back arched and arms outstretched. His legs were straight, his heels together, his toes pointed. It was a perfect swan dive, unquestionably. At the peak of the dive, he hovered graceful and taut against the blue background of the sky, the only incongruity his bronze cock dangling from his bronze body.
Somehow the sight of the dangling penis brought a chuckle from Roger. Floating up there he looked a little like a kite with a tail. If Ortega were a modern painting in a museum, the painting would no doubt, be titled: Flying Swan with Big Cock.
Ortega's arms were at his sides now as he pierced the blue surface, barely making a splash. His head broke the water then and, smiling, he brushed his dark hair from his forehead and nodded as he graciously accepted the applause from the entire group of spectators.
"Jesus," Gene said, "that kid can really dive. All that talent plus a big cock! Sonofabitch!"
Ortega swam leisurely over to poolside and clung to the edge next to Greta, who planted a kiss on his cheek. One of her hands left the edge, submerged, and Roger watched Ortega turn slightly to accept what had to be a grope at his penis.
"What about you?" Elaine asked Chuck. "Can you dive, too?"
"Yes," Denise echoed. "Show us another dive." She giggled. "We want to see you-uh-your- your dive, too."
Braced for anticlimax, even disappointment after the dive of the graceful Ortega (not to mention his organ), the entire group emitted a stunned gasp as Chuck climbed dripping from the pool and mounted the diving board. His prick was every bit as large as Ortega's and, even more astounding, he possessed the most enormous testicles Roger had ever seen! As he too tested the board's spring, the great triumvirate of meat slapped ponderously against his thighs and stomach and his wet blond hair glistened like gold. A reverent hush settled over the viewers.
"How about a jackknife, folks?" he asked.
"Anything!" one of the girls gasped. Anything!
"I really don't believe the chap can manage a jackknife with all that cock in between," Reggie said.
"Fine," Gene called back to Chuck. "A jack-knife will be perfect." Then to Roger and Reggie, "Man, I'm gonna get me a job as a wrecker. There must be something about that work that does something to a man. Wow!"
"Don't be silly," Rita said casually. "Most of the girls here probably couldn't even accommodate an organ like that. He'd probably split a girl in two and slap her ass red with his balls. He's fine if a girl likes to get laid and get a spanking at the same time. I tell you he's a-a freak."
Nevertheless, Roger noticed that her gaze never left the sight of Chuck's dangling hunk of bologna as she spoke.
Just then there was a frantic rapping sound. Turning, Roger saw that it was Tina, upstairs, knocking with her hand against the window. He had to laugh. Yes, of course. Tina had seen Chuck's testicles-possibly the largest she had ever seen-and she was going insane. She raised the window slightly and Rita went over to the side of the house. In a moment, Rita returned.
"Tina says she prefers Chuck," Rita said to Gene. "And she wants him as soon as possible -before anyone else. She absolutely insists on firsts."
"Oh, really?" Gene said. "I would never have guessed." He laughed. "Well, Yolanda and her pals don't exactly have a eunuch on their hands, do they?"
Chuck went to the rear of the diving board now, held his hands at his sides, and breathed deeply. Then he made his approach, sprang high, touched his toes, opened again and sliced into the water. He surfaced and, again, excited applause resounded about the pool. When he reached the pool's edge, he too received a fondling reward from both Denise and Elaine. He could barely say thank you as the girls' hands groped beneath the water.
Roger felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Denise worshipping at the shrine of Chuck's monstrous member. It was all right for the other girls, even a little amusing, but somehow Denise's doing it bothered him. Was it because he felt Chuck was more a man than he? Very possibly. But that was ridiculous. He had outgrown his desire to have the biggest prick in the world while still in his teens. He knew he was adequate, but even this knowledge prevented him from totally ignoring the act he was witnessing.
Gene said, "I better stop them before those guys start coming in my pool! Tina and the other girls would be furious." He put his fingers to his lips and made a loud whistle, then waved them to him. "Come on and rest awhile," he called.
The girls' hands showed above the water and they stroked lazily toward the group, the boys right behind. They all got out then and flopped into lounge chairs.
"Say, I didn't know you boys were Olympic-type divers," Gene complimented.
Ortega flushed modestly and Chuck just stared down at the concrete and flagstone.
"Were you really Olympic divers?" Greta asked innocently.
"No, ma'am," Chuck said. "We-we just were on the high school swimming and diving teams, that's all. Ortega here's better than I am. He usually took first and I took second place."
"Half the time," Ortega corrected, grinning.
Both men were making an effort to conceal their genitals from the crowd. Embarrassed, Chuck kept his knee up to block any view of his privates. Ortega, too, had his hands folded in his lap, trying vainly to cover his firehoselike hunk of gristle. Still, they couldn't conceal their lust for the three naked girls any better than they could conceal their semiswollen shafts. When the girls went inside to "dry off," Chuck asked if there were any towels. A slight afternoon breeze was coming up and both men displayed goosebumps.
Gene's eyes narrowed and he beamed. Things couldn't be going more according to plan, Roger thought. First, Gene had stowed the towels in- side and now the men were asking for something to dry off with.
"Yeah, fellahs, there are towels inside." He paused, drawing their heads together as he lowered his voice. "You fellahs did a great job on the house, not to mention those dives you showed us. I've got a little bonus for you-not these girls you were swimming with. They're a little-well, tame. If you'll follow instructions, I might be able to arrange some real fucking for you. What do you say?"
Chuck looked at Ortega and Ortega looked at Chuck. Again, they both had that same look that Reggie's dog had displayed just before mounting Elaine's pussy earlier.
"Sure-uh-what should we do?" Chuck asked.
"Donde?" Ortega asked, sitting up, his dark eyes sparkling. "Where? Where?"
"Go inside and up the stairway to your right, okay?"
Both heads bobbed, nodding eagerly. Chuck's cock was beginning to stick up, peek over the ridge of his leglike some enormous python. Ortega held his rising shaft down with both hands.
"There's a hallway then," Gene continued. "Turn left. Ortega, you take the second door you come to. Chuck, you take the third door. Got it?"
"Right, sure, check," they said.
"You'll find towels in those rooms," he said, winking, "and maybe even somebody to help dry you off, okay? Go now. Go ahead."
Both boys got up immediately, their near- full erections like giant Geiger counters extending in front of them as they crossed the patio and went through the sliding glass doors. Gene waited for a minute or so, then signaled for everybody to follow him into the house. Reggie was right on his heels. When the group reached the foot of the stairway that led upstairs, Gene held his finger to his lips and tiptoed up the stairs. He peeked cautiously into the hallway, then waved everyone up. "All clear," he whispered loudly.
"Listen, everybody," he whispered. "Behind those oil paintings on the walls are special mirrors. To the people inside, they look like ordinary mirrors, but for us they're windows. We will be able to view everything inside and I've installed a sound system which will enable us to hear, also. We'll divide into two groups- half watching Tina and Chuck and half watching Yolanda, Doris, and Patti work on Ortega. It's important that everybody remain quiet. We don't want to interrupt the girls and spoil everything. Also, I request that you stand back from the wall slightly to enable Reggie to move freely from mirror to mirror. This sort of thing is Reggie's specialty and he will probably be moving back and forth quickly. Please do not block him. Reggie?"
"Yes," Reggie said. "Let's get on with it. Let's go!" The dapper little man was shaking all over, Roger noticed.
"You have not had the privilege of watching Tina work, have you?"
"No, may we please begin now?" he asked.
"Very well," Gene said. "Follow me."
Gene first led the group to the large oil painting on the wall of the room Yolanda, Doris, and Patti occupied. "Ortega's in here," he said, reaching up. There was a soft click as his hand released a latch at the upper right hand corner of the picture. Then, guiding the picture quietly, Gene let it swivel on its lower left hand corner until it hung vertically, almost touching the floor. A soft murmur spread through the group at the sight of Ortega, his big hard-on standing out in front of him, and the three girls who were toweling him dry. Gene shooshed the group; then he turned a dial slowly, tuning in their voices.
This was better than television, Roger thought. Gene, the builder, had constructed a sex castle -a voyeur's paradise! Reggie stood right up front with his nose nearly touching the glass. All three girls were naked, too.
"Ummm," the petite but buxom blonde Doris, said, "you have such a nice body." Doris was moving her towel up and down Ortega's legs, occasionally making contact briefly with his testicles and extended penis. Yolanda worked from behind, concentrating primarily on Ortega's lean buttocks, her hands opening and closing the bronze cheeks as she subtly (sometimes not so subtly!) provided anal stimulation. The redhead, Patti, had selected the upper part of Ortega.
"My, your work makes for a firm, muscular body," Patti breathed into his ear, her tongue touching as she spoke. She tossed her towel aside and no longer made any pretense of "drying" the already dry Ortega. Now, her bare hands moved over Ortega's prominent pectoral muscles, gently teasing his nipples erect. Then, slowly, her fingernails moved ticklingly down over his muscled stomach and into his dark patch of pubic hair. She combed with her nails there, still teasing, and Ortega's huge cock jerked even stiffer in response.
The girls-highly skilled specialists really -were certainly taking their time, Roger thought. And poor Ortega! He stood with his arms slightly out from his sides, his eyes bulging, looking confused and a little awkward. He wanted to do something with his throbbing cock, obviously, but he remained passive, not knowing where or when to begin.
It was Yolanda who coaxed him onto his back -pulled at his broad shoulders until he lay on the bed. Then she squatted on the floor before him between his parted legs and began applying talcum powder from his chest to his knees. Ortega's breath came faster now and, uncontrollably, he reached down to relieve his swollen penis with his hand.
"No," Yolanda said. "Let us do it. Let us do everything. Just relax." She reached up then and with her index finger and thumb and pulled down ever so gently on the fleshy gathering of the uncircumcised prick which had begun to drip slightly, and shook talcum powder directly on the dark, .purplish-brown head as she wet her lips hungrily.
Patti lay propped up on one elbow beside Ortega now, still working on his ears with her tongue and running her hand flutteringly up and down his body from his breasts to his upper leg. On the other side, in the same position, Doris duplicated Patti's efforts, her tongue occasionally leaving his ear to lap at his breast and armpit.
Unable to stand it any longer, Ortega began massaging both girls' breasts and tonguing their open mouths alternately. His groans rose higher as his organ spilled forth more and more sticky lubricant. Below, Yolanda licked at his knees and under his knees, her eyes never leaving his gushing cock. Experienced, she was restraining herself from engulfing the sticky, glistening rod in her eager mouth too soon, but it was growing more and more difficult for her. Her hand crept up, despite herself, and kneaded Ortega's testicles to bring forth more of the fluid from the tiny slit in Ortega's prick.
At the sight of his love juice dribbling out she became like a shark who has caught the scent of blood. She whimpered, still holding back, and dug her nails into his buttocks, lust and agony written all over her beautiful, craving face. But her expression was nothing compared to Ortega's. He looked as if he would die if his engorged shaft did not find cunt-heat soon.
"It's going to take the girls awhile to get in high gear," Gene said. "Let's go over and see how Tina's doing with Chuck."
The group ambled over to another painting and Gene again released a latch enabling them to look into the room, then tuned the dial so that they could hear the couple.
Oddly, Tina and Chuck sat across the room from each other, talking. Chuck sat on the bed, a towel beside him. He had already dried himself apparently. His ramrod, which was a good two inches longer than Ortega's, was easily the most enormous organ Roger had ever seen. The reason for its rigid state was easy to surmise, for Tina, sitting in the big upholstered chair, had drawn her knees up under her chin. Totally naked, her position afforded Chuck a magnificent view of her juicy slit. As she spoke, her tone of voice and manner reminded Roger of someone conducting an interview. Was she trying to determine in her own analytical way just what would excite Chuck the most? Very probably, Roger thought.
"... Now that you're all dry," Tina was saying, "perhaps you can tell me why your prick is standing up so straight? Is it because you'd like to fuck me?"
"I-I guess so, ma'am," Chuck stammered.
A ripple of laughter ran through the watching group. Reggie, right up front, quieted everybody. Reggie did not want to miss a single Word or gesture. He wanted nothing to disturb his viewing every nuance of action, every inflection of voice. "You're staring right between my legs," Tina said. "Right at my little furry cunt hole, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Chuck said, swallowing. "I'll bet you hurt girls when you fuck them with that big hunk of meat of yours. Tell me, do you think it would fit inside this?" Tina reached down and spread the lips of her cunt then, revealing the soft pink inner sanctum of her love box, its folds and inviting texture. "Do you think it's pretty? Would you really like to kiss it and stick your cock inside it-let it slide in and out?"
"Oh, ma'am," Chuck pleaded. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way. If-if we can do- something, I-I sure wish we could hurry and do it." His face contorted and he reached down and pressed against his hairy, blond balls as though he were in pain. Tina just sat there, smiling coquettishly and batting her long lashes, her fingers still parting her cunt for Chuck to gape at.
"I don't know if it will go inside, though," Tina continued. "Maybe you should jack off and let me watch you come. I imagine a man with such big testicles shoots out a great deal of sperm. I'd like to see it spurt, okay?"
Chuck buried his face in his hands momentarily, then he stood and crossed the room to her. He took her by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Her eyes were wide, innocent, surprised. She was playing the role of naive little girl to perfection. "What is it, Chuck? Tell me what it is you want. You have to tell me or I can't help you."
Chuck tried to speak but couldn't. Instead, he buried his face in her neck, kissing desperately as his hands roamed her smooth body, exploring with trembling hands every nook and swell of her femininity. "I have to-to fuck you," he said in a quivering voice. "Come here-over to the bed. Come on, quick!"
Tina shook her head. "But Chuckie, I already told you that your prick is too big. You wouldn't want to hurt my little pussy, would you? Maybe we can just play with it a little bit. I certainly do feel sorry for a man with such a big, big thing. Poor boy!"
"No, no," Chuck gasped. "It won't hurt. I promise. I'll just put it in part way. Here." Chuck took hold of his enormous wanger and tried to stick it inside of Tina as they stood there.
Tina shook her lovely head again. "You see -not only is it too long, but it's way too big around, Chuckie. Tsk tsk. Too bad. We could have such fun if it just weren't so-so big!"
"But-but you're supposed to-like big things," Chuck pleaded. "Everybody likes them big. Everybody says so."
"But that's a lie, Chuck dear. For instance, I don't have very large breasts. Do you mean you don't like my breasts because they're just average? Is that what you mean?"
"No! No!" Chuck was yelling now and his body shook grotesquely with desire. "I-I didn't say that. Goddam it, I'm gonna have you. I don't care. You're gonna get this prick inside you whether you want it or not!"
It was then that Tina displayed her skill in knowing just how far she could go with the sadistic game she was playing. It was time to calm him down now so that she could continue her cat and mouse antics-play the fish on her line some more. Tina's finesse, not to mention her inclination to torture Chuck, was nothing short of artistry, Roger thought. Performing like a master chess player, she had attacked and turned what Chuck no doubt considered his greatest asset -his immense penis- into a shortcoming. She was striking a vital blow at the very core of his ego-the universal male ego -and she was enjoying every single second of the game. It occurred to Roger that Tina would probably love to take a man with a one-inch cock and convince him he was Casanova, Don Juan-the world's greatest lover. Her next move was merely a concession-a retreat of one step before taking two steps forward again.
"I suppose we could just let your thing rest between my legs," she said, her voice soothing. "Yes, put it between my legs and let it get wet and warm. But don't put it in!"
Panting, Chuck leaped at the suggestion, grateful for anything to soothe his screaming genitals. Both of them stood with their sides to the mirror. Chuck bent his knees, guiding his elephant-cock between Tina's legs. Just the part that extended beyond Tina's ass was longer than most men's entire cock! Mouth open, jaw slack, Chuck began pumping, thrusting. Tina let him go on that way, the huge wedge of wet shiny meat from her drippings as it protruded beyond Tina's rear with each pelvic lunge.
Only when Tina began fondling Chuck's balls did a look of satisfaction appear on her face. Roger knew that look well. He knew full well that it was Chuck's testicles that she was after. Chuck's balls were easily the size of small apples, probably the largest she'd ever had in her palms, and she was milking them now, groping the symbol of his manhood while depriving him access to the warmth of her vagina. Roger guessed he knew what was coming. For Chuck's sake, he hoped he was wrong.
He wasn't wrong. Suddenly, Chuck emitted a mighty groan-a groan so filled with agony that even the hypnotized Reggie jumped. Then, Chuck's prick went limp and he backstepped, clutching his abdomen, to the bed and collapsed.
Instantly, Tina was all over him, smothering him with kisses. "Tina's sorry, darling. She didn't mean to hurt them. But they're so big and beautiful I-I just got carried away. Oh, I'm so sorry, Chuckie. Honest. Stay here, baby. Tina is going to make you all well again. You'll see. Just a second." She went to the bathroom.
Chuck acted as though he hadn't heard her, so intense was his pain, and it seemed to Roger that he was viewing a replay of his own experience with Tina last night. One thing puzzled him. Gene had indicated that Tina enjoyed pleasing people sexually, not hurting them. Who needed having his balls squeezed, anyway?
"Does she always do that to men?" Roger whispered to Gene.
"No, not usually-only in special cases. Tina possesses a great deal of insight that neither you nor I understand."
"If that's insight, I certainly don't want any more of it. She did the same thing to me last night."
Gene frowned, puzzled. "That's strange," he said. "Maybe I'd better have a talk with her. But didn't she-she give you pleasure?"
"Oh, yes-the best I've ever had," Roger said, "but only after excruciating pain."
"Hmm? Well, maybe she's hit on something big-some universal secret to the male libido." He chuckled.
"You wouldn't be chuckling if Tina had hold of your nuts," Roger said.
"No, I suppose I wouldn't. How long before she makes him feel good?" Gene asked.
"Quite a while," Roger said. "If she holds true to pattern, she'll work with a warm towel and a vibrator before making him get his rocks off."
Gene addressed the group then. "Tina will calm the gentleman for a while before the finale," Gene said. "In the meantime, shall we return to Ortega and the ministrations of our pleasure trio?"
Reggie had been racing back and forth from window to window already. "Yes, yes," he implored, "It's really getting hot over there now," Roger noticed Reggie's rigid tentpole inside his pants as the group moved again to the other sightseeing point. "See what I mean?" Reggie said. "See? See? God, it's beautiful! Isn't it beautiful?" he ranted.
What Reggie described as "beautiful" was a man being driven to near convulsion-to sheer, unadulterated ecstasy -b y six hands, three tongues, and three pussies: Yolanda, Doris, and Patti. Yolanda had not yet taken Ortega's cock full into her mouth as yet, but her tongue laved and flicked about the base of Oretega's organ and testicles, gradually inching its way higher toward the dripping tip while her hands tenderly massaged his balls and teased his rectum. Patti now lapped hungrily at his breasts while eyeing Ortega's tongue darting in and out of Doris's blonde cunt. Doris had straddled Ortega's face and now worked in a grinding motion while the young man clutched her buttocks and gulped noisily up and down the entire length of her snatch. From head to toe, Ortega's body writhed and spasmed, lost in cunt heaven, tasting, feeling.
"Go ahead and suck him, Yolanda," Doris rasped, riding Oretega's munching face. "Go- go ahead and suck. But don't let him come. I want that rod of his in my cunt when it goes off, do you hear?"
"All right... all right... " Yolanda replied, her voice sounding far away as her tongue boldly began taking in the purplish-brown head of Ortega's dick. Then the big prick was going in and out of Yolanda's full lips, and she held it tight in her fist, squeezing as she nursed and lapped at it as though it were an ice cream cone.
Patti ceased working on Ortega's breasts, stomach, navel, and managed to breath, "But I want his-mouth-his mouth. When you get his cock inside you, I-I'll slide-slide up and- and take your -p lace on his beautiful mouth."
"Sure, honey," Doris said. "Ohhhh, he sucks it so good. He hasn't had any good pussy for a long time. I-I can tell. Ohhhh, yesss. Eat my pussy. EAT IT! EAT IT ALL! OH, YES, BABY! RIGHT ON MY-MY TINGLE BUTTON!"
"Yolanda," Patti cried. "Don't you dare let him come in your mouth! I know you. Don't you dare!" Impishly, Patti reached up and tickled Doris's rear... right in the center of its pink eye.
"UMMM," Doris grunted, wiggling her ass in appreciation. "That's nice. Do it some more- harder!"
Patti obliged, inserting her middle finger and moving it rapidly in a circular motion.
"Oh... yes... Ummm... Ummm," Doris continued.
"Yolanda? See what I'm doing to Doris? Do it to me, will you?" She scooted around slightly so that her bottom faced Yolanda then. Although thoroughly engrossed in her attention to Ortega's cock, Yolanda nevertheless managed to reach up and slip her finger into Patti's rectum.
"Now move it around," Patti called over her shoulder. "Jiggle it around fast."
Yolanda accommodated her and, hearing Patti's joyous, mewing response, decided to try it on Ortega. Her hand left Ortega's balls, slipped under his buttocks and her finger made its entrance. Now both of her middle fingers were imbedded and jiggling-fetching moans of pleasure in response. Ortega arched his back and nearly flew off the bed. It was all Doris could do to keep her clit in contact. Somehow by taking hold of his hair she managed to keep her twat against his wet mouth.
Now, apparently, Yolanda had a better idea. She withdrew her hand from under Ortega's buttocks and got the portable vibrator from the nightstand. Then she slid the buzzing instrument under him and pressed where her finger had been. Now Doris had an even more difficult time keeping her cunt at Ortega's mouth. As the vibrator made contact with Ortega's rectum, the lad's legs began flailing wildly! The entire lower half of his body thrashed! Doris held onto his black hair valiantly, however, still maintaining his licking tongue against her crotch.
Down below, even the experienced Yolanda was having trouble. But she rode the bucking bronco out, holding the stiff member firmly between her lips, as though it were the horn of a western saddle, while she continued to apply pressure on the vibrator.
"Patti! Patti!" Doris called. "I don't trust Yolanda. I-I think he's-he's getting ready to come. Trade places with-with me. I-I'm going to-to get his big prong inside of-of me before that little h-hog finishes him off. Come -come up here."
Patti withdrew her finger as Doris slid from Ortega's cunt-drenched face. Then Patti spread the dripping lips of her vagina and straddled Ortega's face. Ortega didn't even notice the exchange. He continued lapping without missing a beat. Lower now, at Ortega's stomach and still straddling him herself, Doris used her rear as a weapon and bumped Yolanda's mouth from Ortega's shaft. Then she guided the rock-hard missile between her legs and, holding her stomach with both hands, stared up at the ceiling in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, what a beautiful cock. It-it's all the way up. I-I can feel-feel it with my-my hands. Fuck, baby. Fuck!"
Momentarily dazed, Yolanda recovered from Doris's butt blow, grabbed the vibrator, and again applied it to Ortega's rectum. She stared in rapture at the sight" of his big prick slithering in and out of Doris's blonde snatch. Once again, she reached for a rectum, this time Doris's.
"Thanks, Yolanda," Doris cried. "Ummm, sooo goood... "
"I can feel him plunging inside you," Yolanda said. "It's like I'm playing with his rod while he's fucking you!"
"Eat me, baby! Eat me!" Patti was pleading from up top as she drove her pelvis hard at Ortega's face, slamming her mushy quiff in a frenzy at his chin, mouth, and nose.
But it was Ortega who now approached the peak of pleasure. He now had something to fuck -something substantial to knead, cling to, and grasp. He held the cheeks of Doris's firm ass tightly and thrust his meat plug in abandon, no longer exercising restraint because of teeth. He had a cunt to fuck and he was fucking it with all his might. The bed became a semiblur of writhing bodies as he drove his cock home savagely-deeper, harder with every frantic thrust. And then, briefly, he escaped Patti's cunt in his face and cried hysterically, "I come. I come now. I come. I come... "
His cries announcing his approaching orgasm were halted abruptly as Patti wrenched his face back into her cunt and rode hard in an effort to achieve her own climax. She succeeded, for she hunched her shoulders and shuddered suddenly as though an electric current hummed through her body. Spurred on by cries of orgasm, Doris, too, rode harder on the shaft that impaled her until she shrieked pitifully and lay limp atop Ortega's muscled chest, panting.
But it was Ortega who was carried to the point of ultimate sensual pleasure as his balls spasmed, emptied their white-hot contents in burst after jolting burst into Doris's contracting honey chasm. Even Yolanda, who had been riding Ortega's ankle-pressing it hard against her aching cunt-achieved her own gasping finish and collapsed on the floor. Ortega rolled over on his stomach then, his great, rasping sobs of pleasure quaking the bed.
Sated and spent, all four of them lay panting, their eyes closed as though they had died a little and gone to some mythical place in the sky where all good orgasms go.
Gene whistled softly. "Man," he said, "I wish I had that on film!" He turned and seemed surprised-at least his expression appeared to be surprise to Roger-at the crisscross of arms; men and women standing and fondling each other's genitals.
"All right, gang," he said. "Remember, we have the evening ahead of us yet."
Roger had begun fondling young Greta's delicious tits during the group's viewing of Ortega in the skilled hands of Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, and he was delighted that she had responded by moaning and groping his crotch. Denise and Denny too were groping at each other's genitals.
"We're just toying," Roger answered Gene, winking. "Don't worry. I think you'll find our endurance satisfactory."
"Very well then," Gene replied. "Shall we return and watch Tina finish off our incomparable stud, Chuck?"
"Yes! Yes!" Reggie cried, practically foaming at the mouth as he raced to the other window.
Roger had been correct in his assumption that Tina would probably duplicate her activities of the previous night. Her slim, aristocratic hands were working now on Chuck's aching testicles and, once again, the young man's giant rod stood erect. Next, of course, Tina began using the portable vibrator-working it skillfully about Chuck's rectum. When he bucked involuntarily, indicating he had reached his climax, Tina's lips were nibbling at the bulging head of his prick.
"Well," Reggie said, "we missed a bit of Tina's artful work, but I'd say Patti, Doris, and Yolanda provided plenty of sport for the moment. Why don't we all go down to the swimming pool and cool off a bit? Frankly, I'm exhausted."
"A splendid idea, Reg," Gene said. "I imagine we could all do with a cooling dip."
The group agreed and they all returned downstairs. There, everybody slipped out of their bathing suits and plunged into the water. It was perhaps ten minutes later when Ortega and Chuck returned to the patio. Still stark naked, they both looked totally exhausted. Somewhat sheepishly, they got dressed.
"Enjoy yourselves, boys?" Rita asked, grinning.
Gene had discreetly replaced the pictures that covered the viewing windows through which the group had peered. Neither Chuck nor Ortega knew they had been watched.
"Yes, ma'am," Chuck said, avoiding Rita's eyes.
"Si, we had a very fine time," Ortega agreed. He, too, seemed a little embarrassed and startled at what he had just been through.
"Well, we'd better get on back to the house and finish up the job," Chuck called to Gene.
"Sure you don't want to send over the other boys?" Gene said. "We could have a second shift, you know." There was mischief in his eyes.
"No-no thanks," Chuck insisted. "Uh- there's still work to do. I-I guess we better be gettin' on back."
The entire group wished the boys a fond farewell. Even Muff woofed good-bye.