Chapter 9

For the second morning, Roger Theisen awoke squinting at the sun shining through the sliding glass doors of Gene's and Rita's living room. Well, today is Sunday-the last day of the party, he thought. Later this morning they would all be leaving. He was grateful that there was no thudding sound, the wreckers having completed their destruction of the smaller house next door. Gene had completed the erasure of his early college failure by leveling the tiny structure. Now there remained only this larger pleasure palace.

There was activity in the kitchen, as though someone were preparing coffee or a meal. Roger raised himself on up one elbow and surveyed the room. Everyone still slept on the pads that were scattered about the huge room. He spotted Denise, sleeping rump-to-rump with her Italian partner of last night. Somehow he felt relieved to find Denise and Tony sleeping innocently rather than in a passionate cuddle. The games had been just that-games. They had spent themselves, then collapsed into sleep, sexually exhausted.

He had just begun a long stretch, working the sleep from his limbs, when Gene suddenly came running into the room banging a large frying pan with a spatula.

"Up, everybody! Wake up! Breakfast is served! Breakfast is served! Morning, Roger," he called. "We're about to have bacon and eggs to celebrate the close of a delightful weekend. Rita has everything ready. Up, everybody! Up!"

Grumbling, blinking, the huddled couples began stirring beneath their blankets. Rita wheeled in an enormous coffee urn with a spout. "Good morning," she singsonged. "Come on, sleepyheads!"

Muff barked.

Roger, along with all the other stunned guests, began dressing. In a few minutes, everybody sat staring dumbly at servings of bacon and eggs, cups of coffee, toast. Reggie and Tina came downstairs then, too, walking like a royal couple about to inspect the troops. When Yolanda, Doris, and Patti arrived the entire group was in attendance and, at last, fully awake.

Gene seemed restless during the meal, but when everybody had finished and Rita had cleared the dishes away, he stood up and addressed the group.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "as you all know this has been a splendid weekend. Right?"

Nobody disagreed, and as usual there was applause. Gene savored the accolade, bowing humbly the way gracious hosts should. Roger took the opportunity to amble over and sit beside Denise. She gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"I want to thank each and every one of you for making this weekend possible," Gene went on. Then he began singling out individuals for special attention. He thanked Yolanda, Doris, and Patti for their unique performance as a team, Tina for offering her "special services," though he added that her alliance with Reggie had curtailed her activities somewhat. Finally, he thanked the "incomparable" Muff for providing variety. Muff, hearing his name, pawed the air, revealing his genitals proudly. It was as though he knew precisely the reason he had been brought to the affair. It was uncanny; the dog even let his tongue hang out for all to admire its length. Could he really be that smart? Roger wondered.

"And so," Gene continued, "the time is approaching when all of us will go our separate ways, each to pursue pleasure in his or her own manner. But Rita and I want you all to know that you are welcome in this household at any time, day or night. Naturally, we have a few special group affairs planned in the not-too-distant future"-he chuckled slyly-"but in the meantime should any of you wish to drop by we- "Excuse me," a voice interrupted. Everybody turned and saw that it was Reggie. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt this fine closing address," the dapper little gentleman said, "but I feel it essential to interject something at this time." Ironically, Reggie scratched his balls as he searched for words. "I wish to make a most important announcement."

A hush fell over the room. Obviously, whatever Reggie had to say was important. He was too polite and aware of protocol to interrupt without good reason.

"I wish to announce that Tina Whitman and I are to be married."

Cheers resounded throughout the room and the boom of applause seemed endless. As the roar of approval went on, Tina took her place beside her husband-to-be and they both stood there, beaming.

Finally, the din diminished to whispers, then faded. "I've made no secret that for many years now I've-I've not led what you might term the usual sexual life. Tina, however, has opened the doors of normality to me for the first time in my life. I am not a young man, admittedly, but I intend to show her a life she has never seen before. We will travel throughout the world as in- separable companions. I shall never cease showing my intense gratitude to this woman who has literally resurrected me from the living dead." Tears came to Reggie's eyes now as he kissed his bride-to-be on the cheek. "Again, Gene, I am sorry for interrupting your closing oration, but I felt compelled to make the announcement at this time."

Gene stood frowning, his closing address obviously being revised in his mind. Suddenly his face lit up devilishly and he said, "Reggie, Rita and I are proud that this union began here in the Rawls' household. Everyone here is delighted for you both, I'm sure, but do you suppose you could give us all some demonstration of your -your newfound prowess?"

"Demonstration?" Reggie muttered, looking at Tina who seemed just as bewildered as himself.

"Good God," Roger whispered to Denise. "You don't suppose he means what I think he means, do you?"

Denise grimaced. "Yes, I think he does."

"Here is the way I view it, Reggie," Gene said, glancing at his wife, Rita, for approval. "You met Tina here at my house, correct?"

"Yes, of course, but-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Gene continued. "Please let me finish. I therefore feel that you are duty bound to permit me one final request. Remember, you would not have met Tina-the woman you describe as 'resurrecting you from a living death' -if I had not invited you here. I feel that the nature of this party dictates that we close the festivities with a visual demonstration of you and Tina making love. Fucking, if you will."

Reggie's face turned crimson and his reply was a long time in coming. "Gene, that is preposterous and you know it! Tina is to be my wife. I will not perform like some trained seal before a-a mob. It's out of the question!"

"Ah, but Reggie," Gene said, "haven't people been performing like trained seals before you for a lifetime? I say you owe us this debt. Most important, in order to truly rid yourself of your compulsion to watch, your voyetirimn, you must make this final sexual gesture to insure your permanent cure. How do you know this impotence will not return otherwise? In fact, how do we really know you're not just lying to us?"

Reggie seemed about to explode. "Your reasoning, sir, is full of shit!" he screamed.

"How about it, folks?" Gene appealed to the group. "Don't you think Reggie and Tina should fuck for us?"

Roger was astounded at the reaction. Oddly, the group suddenly resembled an unruly mob in some cliche-ridden western movie. "Yeah... let 'em do it... come on... fuck for us... yeah," everyone screamed while Rita ran about spurring them on.

Tina whispered something in Reggie's ear and he stood back from her, scowling. Then they seemed to be arguing about something. Finally, Reggie raised his hands to quiet the group.

"Tina seems to think that under the circumstances a-a brief-a most brief demonstration of some kind is in order. Frankly, I don't agree with her. I think it's barbaric and-"

"What's the matter?" Tony yelled, or was it Marty? "Afraid you can't get it up?"

Reggie clenched his fists and started for the culprit who had dared to insult his manhood, but Tina held him back. Then, gently, Tina pulled Reggie onto the sofa and sat down beside him. She blew in his ear then and began running her fingernails through his hair, over his chest, along his pant leg. The group rose and gathered around the sofa.

"They're really going to do it," Roger whispered to Denise as they followed the others. "I would never have believed it." Everyone watched, hypnotized.

As Roger watched, he well knew the seductive powers of the remarkable Tina. He vividly recalled his session with her just night before last! He watched her fingers draw circles ever nearer to Reggie's crotch as they inched up his leg. At the same time, she licked and nibbled at his ear. And then, for all to see, Reggie's cock bulged inside his pants. Deftly, Tina's hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released at the bulge for a full minute before she slowly unzipped his fly and dipped her hand inside. An instant later, Reggie's bone-hard shaft came into view and everyone cheered. Tina gave Reggie's wanger a tiny swat so that it twanged as though vibrating.

"There," she said. "Does that look like the prick of an impotent man?"

By now, Reggie didn't seem to notice that there was a group watching him. His eyes were glazed with lust, but there was a certain hint of pride at the display of his stout member, "And now, girls," Tina said, "watch closely and I will illustrate how to please a man!" She bent down slowly and began tickling the tip of Reggie's dick with her tongue while running her rippling fingers up and down his legs, his testicles, his rectum. Next, she hiked her dress up, slipped out of her panties and straddled him. Reggie still sat up, mesmerized, and she faced him, rubbing his cock up and down the length of her cunt. When the entire length of the rod was inside of her, she glanced smiling over her boulder and arched her back so that all could see the slick prick gliding in and out and working against the pink folds of her vagina.

Roger suddenly realized that she was a born performer. This might well be the last public performance of her life, but she was making the most of it!

"Nice and hard, isn't it, girls?" she asked in a superior tone of voice. "As you can see, there are women and there are women. Reggie has always been a man. He just didn't have a woman who knew what she was doing, as I am demonstrating."

"Wow!" Denise said. "We saw her before- with that guy Chuck-but I-I had no idea she was such a skilled courtesan. She uses her body like a-a masseuse! This is a masterpiece!"

Roger laughed. "Yes, a masterpiece is right!"

Now Tina lifted herself from Reggie's glistening cock and turned facing the audience with all the grace of a female acrobat. Smiling, she spread the cheeks of her ass and slowly sat down on Reggie's pulsing hard-on again, wiggling her butt as she descended. Then she leaned back so that the group could observe the full length of Reggie's prong dipping in and out of her rectum. Bracing herself with both arms on the sofa, Tina was doing what amounted to deep knee-bends over Reggie's crotch.

"Ready, Reg?" she said.

"Oh, yes," he panted. "Anytime... anytime, Tina darling."

Tina's gaze scanned the group now as she continued her squatting movements. "We have decided that it is time for us to come," she said arrogantly. "I personally enjoy anal stimulation myself, so it will not be difficult for us to reach a simultaneous climax. By merely contracting... the... the muscles... we are... able to... bring about... a... a... ohhhh... climax... "

Tina shuddered, her eyelids fluttering involuntarily, even though she was making a conscious effort to control herself. But Reggie let out a desperate moan that had every man in the audience longing to swap positions with him. It was a moan of agony, ecstasy, supreme bliss. Tina sat there, impaled, for a long time, stroking Reggie's cheek over her shoulder. Finally she rose, and with all the aristocratic dignity she could muster, said, "Well, Reggie, shall we go upstairs and wash up before leaving?"

"Yes, love," he replied. "That's a splendid idea." He started to tuck his cock inside his pants but Tina caught his wrist.

"Leave it out, darling," she suggested. "Let it stand straight out as we leave the room-yon know, for the skeptics?"

He did, and he and his bride-to-be passed in review and up the stairs to wild applause. When the ovation had died, Rita said, "Coffee, anyone?"

The group moved toward the coffee urn to refill their cups and quell their erotic desires after this final coup.

"Well, it was one hell of a weekend," Roger said to Gene, as everybody gathered up their belongings to leave. "I was a little worried about Denise at first-with Rita, with everyone, but I finally got over it."

Gene smiled. "Yes, that's what is so good about these little get-togethers. They're damned therapeutic actually. People have hang-ups they don't even know exist until they attend a party like this."

Roger nodded. "I believe it. For instance, I know that Denise and I will be much better in the sack from now on. I can tell by some of the things she's said. And Yolanda, Doris and Patti -I bet they'll make better wives, too."

"Damn right they will," Gene agreed. "Sure, we may get a little weird at times, but it's a hell of a lot better than getting ulcers or going out and hiring some 'pro' to release our secret, pent-up desires. Even Muffs happy."

They both laughed as Rita came over and stood at her husband's side. "It was wonderful having you and Denise," Rita said. "You must come back again soon-both of you. The circumstances aren't always the same, you know. We're really quite sane most of the time. That Denise is a wonderful gal, really. I suspect we might have terrified her a bit one night there, but I hope she understands."

"Oh, I'm sure she understands," Roger said.

Rita went over to bid good-bye to the departing guests. So far, only Greta and young Denny were ready to leave. Arm in arm, they approached Gene. "No words to describe the time we had, Gene," Denny said. "And I found myself a beautiful little doll here-one I know I'll be compatible with. A weekend like this sort of takes the risk out of a relationship, if you know what I mean." He winked, then shook hands with his host appreciatively.

Roger and Gene watched them say good-bye to Rita at the door then start up the steep driveway to Denny's car.

"He's a great kid," Gene said. "He's going to be a lawyer some day. We can use a little more liberal thought in the courts."

"Right," Roger said.

"You know," Gene said, "two things made this party the biggest success of its type I've ever given. First, of course, there was Tina's and Reggie's linking up. That made for a great finish, huh? And the other thing was finding those wreckers, Ortega and Chuck. Wasn't that something?"

Roger recalled Ortega bouncing bug-eyed on the bed while Yolanda, Doris, and Patti worked him over. "Yeah, you're right. It was really a gas watching those two boys learn the ropes from girls who really know what's happening in the sex department. They'll be great lovers for the rest of their lives as a result of that little experience."

Other guests strolled by now, shook hands with both Gene and Roger before receiving a good-bye kiss from Rita standing at the front door.

"What a hostess," Gene said admiringly. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"Yes, she's a remarkable woman," Roger agreed as Denise came over and stood beside him. He encircled her waist with his arm.

"Toodaloo; so long!" Yolanda, Doris, and Patti called from the doorway. Doris broke away then and came over and planted a big kiss on Roger's lips. "Thank you, Roger," she said. "Thank you very much." Then, turning to Denise, she said, "He's a wonderful man-one of the very few." She held Denise's hand in her own and there were tears in her eyes. Quickly she turned and left.

The three of them went over and stood by Rita, who somewhat sadly watched her guests ascending the steep driveway toward their cars. In a moment, Reggie and Tina, the last of the remaining guests, came downstairs. Roger was about to inquire as to Muffs whereabouts when suddenly Denise emitted a surprised squeal and jumped. It was Muff, bidding farewell in his own inimitable way with a sneak attack from the rear, using his sniffing snout as a weapon.

"Down, boy! Down!" Reggie commanded.

"Heel!"

Reluctantly, the huge Great Dane obeyed.

"Well," Gene said, "where do you two lovebirds expect to spend your honeymoon?"

"We haven't had a chance to discuss the matter fully," Reggie said, his eyes twinkling, "but I'm rather partial to Switzerland. It should be beautiful this time of year. Yes, indeed. But of course the final decision will rest with Tina. It will mean boarding Muff. I-I hope he doesn't get too lonely."

"You could leave him with us," Rita suggested. "I'm sure we can find some use for him." She laughed.

"Yes, I'm sure you could." Reggie agreed. "I don't know, though. I think perhaps it's time to find a companion for him. I mean, another dog -a female."

"Whatever you think," Rita said, "but you know he's always welcome."

They wished the engaged couple the best of luck then and there was an exchange of hugs and kisses. Rita's green eyes were noticeably moist as she watched the happy depart.

"We'd better be leaving, too," Roger said, shaking hands firmly with Gene. Again there were parting embraces. Then Roger and Denise climbed the steep incline. When they reached the top, they stood there looking down. The front door to Gene's and Rita's pleasure palace was shut now. A gentle, summer breeze played with the leaves in the eucalyptus trees. Down below, there was nothing except fresh earth where the smaller house had once stood.

"Well, we really tore the old house down, didn't we?" Denise said. There was an ineffable sadness in her voice.

"Yes," Roger said. "But I suppose you always have to tear down the old to make room for the new. Maybe they'll build a doll house there someday-something like that," Roger pondered this. "I feel that we tore down a few other things this weekend, too. For instance, until now I've thought of you as my own personal possession. I realize now that nobody owns anybody. We're all free to be what we want to be. I think we're the better for having had this weekend." He gave her hand a squeeze and she squeezed back.

Inside the car, Roger turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to a start. Roger sat there, not backing up. "Yes, we tore the old house down," he said, "and I love everything about you. I never loved you more."

"I feel the same way," Denise said, and then, glancing into the back seat, she spotted her brassiere that Roger had hastily tossed there night before last. She fetched it and held it dangling between them. "Do you realize I haven't worn a bra since Friday night?"

"True freedom from restraint," he said, and they both laughed. Sitting close together then, they drove down the winding mountain road. "Well, Mr. Architect," Denise said, "when are you going sign a house like Gene's and Rita's for us? "Soon," he said. "Very soon."