Chapter 6
THE ORGY GIRLS
On the way to the boat with the guru in it, we got stuck. At least, we got stuck as if we were going to break. For at one point there was a narrow gangway over to a weird-shaped boat, and Jimsey prevented me from going on across to it.
"A moment, Diana. I think I am going to come!" he told me. "In fact, I am sure of it." He was leaning against my back and panting into my ear. Suddenly he released my breasts, swung me right about and held me tight against him.
"What are you doing, Jimsey?" I cried out.
"I am trying to remember the guru's words, on how to completely sublimate my hard-on! It's a hellish difficult thing to do, Diana!"
"Do you really want to?" I could not help wriggling my hips against his loins. For all that I had seen, and the many sensuous delights that were obviously, and often noisily, proceeding on about us had lit a hot flame within me, too. I thought it would be most ungentlemanly of Jimsey to come and leave me a bag of frustrations!
"We can have a quickie," I told him.
"Shall we?" Jimsey shuddered as my fingers held his hot cock out from his trousers. I rolled it between my legs and my pussy simply sucked it right home. Jimsey gave a gasp of relief and in two shuddering moves I could feel his pulsating come shooting up into me.
"This is a real knee-trembler. I hate fucking when one is standing up," Jimsey panted out to me between hot strokes and up thrusts. "It's oooh, there, oohhh, my balls hurt."
"You poor, poor dear." I kissed him wildly. But I was glad he had found some relief. We swayed together right on the edge of the boat. I think we might easily have fallen overboard into the sea, had not Jimsey thoughtfully held up his hand and grasped some piece of rigging. I noticed my torn panties were in his hand, and they fluttered like a maid-in-distress signal.
"Is that better, Jimsey, pet?" I asked him.
"Yes, bit better. I shall be hard-on again in half an hour, you wait and see."
"I hope so, pet, I do so hope so!" I told him. "I shall be in bed with you then, and it won't all go to silly waste like this fuck did."
"Well, if we can keep our feet together for a little while, we'd best move on and see this guru. I don't think he will find much for me to subli mate. But now we are here, we might as well see what sort of sexy things he's devised for his end of the orgy!"
We staggered to the narrow plankway and walked across to the large, Indian-shaped boat, home of the guru of the orgy.
"Omni-padmi-humm!" It was some kind on a chant. A lot of girls were sitting in the blue darkness inside the single giant cabin of the guru's craft. I rested against the half exhausted Jimsey as he closed the door. The chant went on and on. Gradually I realized that the girls were bare, naked save for a garland of flowers about their necks. The garlands of flowers swooped down and rested on their sets of nipples. There was a scent of incense in the air, and it was all very nice, fleshy, and peaceful, somehow.
"There he is," Jimsey murmured to me.
The guru was very thin, with long black hair. He sat with his feet twisted up, and there was a girl slowly bobbing her head up and down in his lap. I knew what she was doing, and it was worship of another sort.
"Aaaaah! Ooooh! Eeeh!" The guru's hands quivered in the air, then slowly fell down and rested on the bare buttocks of the girl blowing him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and rested his head back.
"That's not sublimation!" I told Jimsey firmly.
"No, no-I realize that."
"He's just come," I added thoughtfully.
"The girl is trying again," Jimsey pointed out.
"Maybe it is sublimation, or something."
"It's very interesting, after all." Keeping me tight to him, Jimsey moved us closer. "I think she is having another go at him."
"In the heart of the lotus, is the secret." Suddenly all the orgy girls chanted this out. It sounded like Oriental nonsense to me, but there was a slight frenzy note in the girls' voices as they kept the new chant going strong.
"In the heart of the lotus, is the secret." They echoed it out over and over again.
"What is in the heart of the lotus, Jimsey, some girls' mouth, or a cock, or a cunt?" I whispered to him.
"Diana!" Jimsey said with his shoulders shaking with wild laughter. "You shock me, my gal. Honestly, I never expected a pretty, innocent young thing like you to speak in such a coarse way. I think it's a blow job she is giving him after all. Unless she is trying to pump some life back into him. It's hard to say-all this smoke and smelly stuff makes the air so thick."
"The girls are playing with themselves while they watch," I told Jimsey.
"So they are! What a shocking waste of good cunt, hot young cunt, too. My, no wonder we are so short of girls on the other boats. All those spare cocks and these girls are busy at just playing with themselves. Why is it, this guru has managed to collect all the girls and keep them for himself. Diana, do you know?"
"I think it is the philosophical aspect of his teachings. Or else the mystical idea that life is for everyone and that there is some sense to it all. I don't know." I stopped speaking as the girl who was kneeling before the guru sat up and lay back. She did seem to have worked very hard. I could tell she was exhausted from her labours of love. Now I could see the immense cock the guru had sticking up out of his white loin cloth! I knew what the girls had come to worship, the moment I saw it.
"There, that's it!" I gasped out, fascinated, really.
"What is it?" Jimsey asked.
"His cock, that is what they are all here watching and worshipping. What a monster!"
"You mean to say they are all here to be fucked by this guru? I thought it was against the philosophy of his religion to fuck young girls."
"With that cock, who is going to argue?" I chuckled.
"Really, Diana, I think you are too earthy. These girls are here for moral and spiritual uplifting. They are not all waiting just because the holy man happens to have a larger than normal cock. I think there must be more to this guru business than that!"
"There well may be. But that is enough, to begin with." I smiled and contemplated the cock for myself. I think it was almost as big a one as I had ever seen; though, come to think of it, I had seen some very, very large ones. Thomas, in the stable, had a cock the size of a horse, but he had no skill at being able to use it properly. I shuddered as I remembered that weapon. For, all Thomas could do with it was to satisfy my horsey sister, Trudy, or else to ram it into me when he was raping me so actively that hot summer evening. This association of Thomas's cock and the guru's quite turned me off. I held tighter to Jimsey's arm and shuddered several times more, until at last the revulsion I felt managed to break my staring gaze at the guru's monstrous equipment.
"Let's get out of here, Jimsey. The incense is making me sick. I think she will start blowing him again, soon, and the rest of the girls are merely awaiting their turn." I told Jimsey the truth.
"That's a damned bad show, you know that, Diana. We shall have to break up this sexual meditation business. I can't have all those young cocks aching out there on the other boats, and these hot cunts all lined up waiting for one particular cock. It's not quite cricket, my girl, not cricket at all. Have to play the game fairly, don't we. I shall think about how we can disperse the girls about the other boats. Good orgy girls are too hard to get hold of, so I don't want to go and upset them in any way at all. If you have some idea how we can break it up and share them all out, without getting a damned Almighty row on our hands, I shall be pleased to carry it off."
"Get rid of the cock." I told him, my gaze going back to that giant thing.
"How can we get rid of that cock! Be practical, Diana. The cock is attached to the guru, and we can't go mutilating gurus and expecting to get away with such kind of stuff. No, we have to play the game. Just ought to be some kind of a dirty trick we can use here, but darned if I can think of it." Jimsey frowned as he listened to the stirring music of the sitars and the chanting, and the background slurp-slurp of the girls exciting themselves as they waited their turn at the guru's point of worship.
"Can tell the lads with hard-ons and no cunt around," I gave a light hearted suggestion.
"Gad! There would be a battle royal, and the old guru might well have his hampden kicked off in the fighting. Not that the dirty old s.o.b. doesn't deserve it, but I've the Lovelace Hall reputation to think of. Here, we all love, and love, and love."
"Why not pay one of the girls to bite him hard." I suggested what I considered to be a very practical idea. "Not too hard, but hard enough to take him away to the hospital. I've known it to happen."
"Diana! Where on earth did you get such an idea! It's shocking to say the least. You know something happened like that, did you say? Where, for goodness sake?"
"Oh, a friend of mine. He almost had his cock bitten off in Naples by an Italian girl-she used her back teeth, too."
"Ooooch! My goodness," Jimsey was such a charming, feeling man. He groaned in deep sympathy at the thought. "I bet it was most damnable agony. How many stitches did it take to repair the teeth marks?"
"Five, cross-stitch, too. He's rather proud of the scar. He likes to show it to every girl he meets. I think the guru would not be able to have that, as the girls are too hypnotized by him."
"Yes-think again, my pet. I bet you come up with some really nice idea to dislodge that guru and his circle of cock-worshippers!" Jimsey seemed to have all the confidence in the world in my ideas, I could tell that!
Once again the sexy atmosphere was beginning to affect me. I was feeling more and more like staying. I could see what so held the orgy girls here, waiting and watching the guru and his sacred sexual rituals. In all truth, I could quite easily have become one of the patient watchers, willing to wait and take my turn at going down before the Indian holyman and seeing whether he would appreciate all my oral efforts upon his masterly possession. But my sweet Jimsey would not allow anything like that. He, too, was beginning to feel a return of those urgent desires I thought we had assuaged for a while when coming here, on the boat next door. Jimsey's hands were about my breasts, and then one hand began slowly caressing my loins and I felt that I would have to get the sweet young man to bed in order to fully placate his hard interests in me. In his nice way, Jimsey's interests were now so hard his cock suddenly popped out from his trousers, and I spent several minutes fumbling and pushing on it before it was back and out of sight. I did not want the orgy girls to get any more sharing ideas into their empty heads.
"We had better go, quickly," Jimsey gasped to me. He had to almost drag me out onto the deck. It would seem the intimate religious fervor of the guru's worshippers were affecting my sweet young Jimsey as well as myself.
"Where shall we go, now?" I asked as we stumbled out onto that strange deck.
"We must share out the hot cunt. God, but that's the most vital task of the moment."
Dear Jimsey's words confused me. I was already prepared for something else. I pouted and held against Jimsey for a moment. "Do we have to, darling?" I asked him as I felt his cock so pressing against me I was breathless with more urgent tasks than Jimsey was considering. "Isn't there something else really needing attention?"
"There is? What is it?"
I groaned aloud as I held him tighter to me.
"I want you to go to the orgy girls, they are with the guru," Jimsey was telling Yolanda, who had recovered from her session with her strong lover.
"The guru-I don't get that guff." Yolanda flashed me a smile and drained half a glass of good brandy in one swing. "They're all phony, those orientals."
"They may or may not be, but our guru has all the orgy girls stuck there on his boat. You must get out there. I have a brilliant idea," Jimsey announced proudly. I stared at him, pouting with want.
"So have I, but it is waiting fulfillment," I announced.
"Good, but mine first." Jimsey kissed me quickly on the cheek, caressed my breasts and went on speaking to Yolanda while he was still fondling me quicker and quicker.
"Listen, Yolanda. Go out to the guru's boat and spread the word. Tell the girls a real guru is arriving right now on the quay, and he is even better equipped than the guru, here, to spread good feeling, love, and friendship around. Tell them the new guru is magnificently made and capable of making them all very happy with his new guru words and his new guru positions. Now I shall go around and tell the chaps that the girls will be leaving the guru boat and trying to get to the quay. So the moment you go there and tell them, our fellows will be out hunting orgy girls on every boat. I don't think one of them will even reach the quay to see whether or not there is such a person as a new guru."
"Wonderful idea, Jimsey," I laughed delightedly. This might give me an opportunity of sneaking in there, later, and having that guru to myself a while. "I thing you are a genius!"
Yolanda swilled off another half-beaker of brandy, then laughed coarsely. "I shall show those bitches where the boys with the hot cocks are. Just let me at them. A new guru, eh; that will make them move their little arses." Yolanda stood up, belched, and went off heading for the guru's boat.
Jimsey soon had the lonely men of the party out. There were some twenty virile orgy men in the dark, scattered about the boats. Jimsey and I were clinging to each other in the dark. I was listening to the music belting out from one of the boats. Then a cry came, and another. The orgy girls were heading for the quay. The idea had worked. The men now were hunting the girls, grabbing them and dragging them below. Fights, cursing, shrieks, and the noise of fucking began to beat the sound of the music. The girls put up a good fight, but the men had been waiting full of eager lusts. And the girls were hot enough to know when to give up and join.
"Jimsey-it worked," I cried out in delight and flung my arms about him.
"Yes, now, come on. This way." Jimsey picked me up and half carried me down a companionway. He kicked open a cabin door. Somehow Jimsey had known all the time where there was an empty cabin with a large empty bed in it. It was his own cabin, of course, which I found out later. He swept me in, placed me on the bed, and in a few seconds we were naked, locked about each other, and Jimsey was only able to huff and puff.
"Ooh, ooh, ohh! Jimsey, what a lovely cock. Fuck me, fuck me right through the night." I locked about him, my knees close to his chest. I could feel his thick cock ramming in and out of my slit, making me boil and come and come. "I love it, oh, how I do love it."
"I am glad," Jimsey puffed. "I think it's there. I think I am going to come again. Oh, yes, my dear." Jimsey swayed right into me, and I was beyond thought as our flesh just melted into and about each other.
Perfection does not happen often. But when sexual perfection happens, there are moments when one is neither here, nor there, but just being tossed and glowing and, really, right at the loving end of everything.
This was what happened with Jimsey and me, the night of the orgy girls.
I heard later from Yolanda what happened on the guru's boat. She went out there in a semidrunken rage. Her great announcement about a red-hot new Indian guru certainly did the trick. All the girls pulled their dresses on and took off for the quay. Even the red-haired girl whose turn it was to worship at the giru's font of life deserted him, and at a most crucial moment. The guru completely lost his cool. He gave a great wail that drowned the sitar music. Then he hobbled across to where Yolanda sat laughing at him.
"What is it that has happened? Why do the girls go running away from me. Am I diseased or something that they fell so suddenly. Tell me my poor girl, what is it?"
Yolanda stared at his monstrous cock and managed to stop her coarse laughter. She waved at the doorway out to the steps leading up to the deck. "I was told a new guru had arrived, and he had a bigger cock than you have!" Yolanda shouted at him.
"What is that you say?" The guru went over and kicked the sitar player who drunkenly fell flat on his face. "A new guru has arrived?"
"With a bigger cock!" Yolanda added with venom.
"That is not possible," the guru raved wildly. "Why-is your the biggest out of India?"
"I mean, I am a true guru."
"So might he be, for all you know," Yolanda told him.
"He is a fraud, come to rob me of my women!" The guru went into a rage. Suddenly, he snatched out a large knife, gave a howl, and went rushing out.
Yolanda got up and staggered after him, to see the fun. The guru was leaping from boat to boat, crying out and waving his large knife, as well as his gross cock, in the cold night air. Yolanda had to fight off three lovers before she reached the quay. There she sat down and waited. The guru was racing around and around, shouting out nasty words. Then the guru gave a great shout. He had seen something in the woods beyond Lovelace Hall. He screamed with rage and rushed off, pursuing some very frightened deer right into the heart of the vast New Forest.
Yolanda sat there and sighed. All about her the orgy was really swinging now that there were plenty of fresh, hot girls in circulation. In a way, Yolanda felt she had done herself and her opportunities a disservice by releasing such a tide of new talent. She grumbled and sat there.
"I think you ought to come back. You have the biggest cock here, anyway." Yolanda called softly into the night. But her guru was now in the wilds of the New Forest, leaping after ponies and chasing scared deer to the hills. Yolanda got up and was wandering back, when a large Swede suddenly rose from a hatchway.
"Ahah-ve vait for you," he called to her.
"So, you missed me." Yolanda swung his way, not too quickly, but not too slowly, either.
His arm came about her and picked her up. He took her down into the cabin where there were two other lonely men.
"Well," Yolanda commented later. "What can one do, with three men all desperate to get their nooky and give a girl a really good time." She winked and sighed. "Everything, honey-just about everything you can think of, and then a few more I never knew about. Three is not a crowd, you know. Three is nonstop variety, that's what three are."
Yolanda sighed. "But that guru fellow, he did kind of interest me. I think we girls ought to organize a search party and go out and see what happened to him. After all, a real Indian guru, rushing through the New Forest at dead of night, and waving a kukri-and anything else he might have-that's enough to surprise anyone, isn't it?"