Chapter 5
"Hello, there!"
She stood looking at me like I was wearing a hat of shit. Not only that, she seemed angry.
"Where the hell have you been?" my darling Marcia said evenly. I caught a hint of steeliness in her voice.
"I met some friends," I answered, turning to indicate them with a sweep of my hand. I was fucked up, high on grass and some hash Randy had given me as a favor. The hash had been exquisitely heavy, fantastic. I felt like a spirit drifting through a body.
"Hi!" Randy chirped, and she regarded him with disdain. I hadn't realized what a bitch she could be, but I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else from a woman who bought lovers off the street with her husband's help.
"We came for the party," I snapped, pushing her aside. The rest of our clan followed me into the living room, I felt good, strong and in control. It was as if I led my own tribe. It was wild.
"Now just a minute-" Marcia sputtered.
"Quiet, bitch!" I said, and she stood open-mouthed. I don't think she quite believed her ears. "You got it right, baby. You heard me straight," I said, staring at her, wanting so much to force her to abide by my will, my demands.
"Paul...." she murmured, and I motioned to Randy to close the door. He had sense enough to lock it and fasten the chain. We were in business.
'We need some food, Marcia love," I said, flopping into the sofa and propping my feet on the stainless-steel, glass-topped coffee table she had carted home from Bloomingdale's or some other basement bargain.
"Now just wait one minute, mister...." she said, and I could feel her resistance, the pressure of her will against mine.
"Get it nowF I screamed, quite beside myself.
The room was an absolute graveyard, the silence as thick as stone.
"All right," Marcia said, and the tone of her voice told me that I had won. She would do what we told her. And I could do as I wished. Outta sight....
Dawn switched on the stereo and started dancing with Randy. I looked over at his chick, who stood watching him carefully, trying to hide her annoyance, trying ever so hard to keep her cool. But I got the feeling she really didn't give a damn for him, that she would have done the same thing to him given a pleasant opportunity. I decided to provide her with one.
"Hey baby!" I called. "Come on over and sit yourself next to me. I have some fine grass for you, courtesy of your fiance. And food is on the way.
She smiled wryly at my mention of her fiance. They weren't engaged, of course. That would not be cool. She just disliked the idea that the stud she came with started the party by dancing with another chick. And so she came over and sat herself next to me.
"Like I said, baby," I grinned, gripping her neck with my right hand while I fished out the small pipe he had lent me. "I got some heavy grass."
She looked over at Randy, who was plastering Dawn's body against his, and she laughed, a simple laugh that showed me she intended to have the last one, as far as Randy was concerned.
"That's nice, honey," she purred, sinking back against me. "Well enjoy it together...."
Her head tilted back, and I could see those full tits, jutting out from her chest, stretching that damn jersey-like thing she wore tight.
"Together...." I whispered, almost crooning to her. At the same time, I slipped my arms under hers and cupped one of those beautiful jugs in each hand.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I dig you....
Ah, the magic words! I closed my hands over her tits, and she wriggled closer, her body beginning to arch as I played with her breasts. She didn't wear a bra; hell, none of the chicks who move in the East Village do. Freedom is the word....
"I'm gonna fuck you tonight," I said, my tone leaving no doubt that I would and that she would dig it! "I'm gonna get my mouth down there, too, and I'm gonna give you a fucking trip that you'll beg to come down off of...."
Now, she was high, too. Randy had made sure that she got plenty of smoke, and I guess her mind was as messed up as mine. But she knew-through the pot haze, the jumbled sensations that seemed to toss you like a feather, she knew that I meant what I said! She knew that I could put out, that I could really take care of business. And that she wanted, as any chick would.
"Yeahhhhh," she groaned, her voice deep, sexy. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh...."
I was kneading her tits like dough, man. I pulled at them, I twisted them, and pinched the nipples until I thought she would scream murder. But she just kept twisting against me, her back arched as she thrust her tits against my hands. Randy turned toward us, and she caught his gaze, looking him dead in the eye. He seemed stricken. I guess nobody had ever done that to his woman; they all figured he was the best they could get and that they'd have to just wait their turn.
And now, there was Paul....
"I thought you said you were hungry," came Marcia's voice, and the chick and I looked at her and cracked up. She looked ridiculous, standing there with a bunch of ham sandwiches while her male prostitute sat squeezing the jugs of a girl she had never seen before.
"Drop the goddamn sandwiches!" I yelled, and she dropped them out of reflex. She was scared; she didn't anticipate such madness from one of her little boy-men. If she did, she overestimated her ability to handle it.
She stood there almost shaking, keeping her eyes on me as if I would strike her dead at any moment.
"What's your name, honey?" I said to Randy's chick.
She seemed surprised by the question, as if I shouldn't ask if I didn't know by then, "Peggy," she said, her irritation evident.
"Well, get off me, Peggy," I smiled. "I want to talk with Marcia.
She slid off me and I got to my feet. The room stood still, the throbbing music seeming absurd in the moment.
"Raise your arms," I told Marcia. She hesitated, and I repeated my words. She reluctantly lifted her arms.
"Way up," I said. "That's it...."
When her arms were extended over her head, I reached out and cupped one of her tits. God, but she had such gorgeous tits, so damn enormous! She was wearing a flimsy, short dress, and I gripped the top of it and pulled down hard. The thing just ripped off her as if it were made of tissue.
Randy and the others laughed, astonished at my brashness. Marcia started shaking, like she was really scared now. And then the buzzer rang.
"Who the hell is that?" I said.
"Daniel...." she answered weakly.
"Daniel?" Olga mocked. "Oh Jesus, what a name; Daniel!"
Randy moved behind her and slid his hand over her belly, pulling her ass back against his cock. In fact, the whole group was getting extremely sexy. Karen was making some time with her stud friend, whose name Randy told me was Dean. On the way over, we had picked up two more girls and a guy, and they were messing around, too, French kissing every so often, one of the girls seeming more interested in the other chick than the guy.
In a few moments, Daniel was scratching at the door, fitting his key into the lock, but when he opened it, the chain snapped taut.
"Hey! What the hell?" he said. "Marcia? Open the door?"
I ran over and unfastened the chain, and he stumbled into the room. Needless to say, he was shocked. His wife stood half-naked among what must've appeared to be a band of savages. And when Randy locked the door again, he realized he was a captive in his own home.
"Listen, here," he blubbered. "I won't stand for this. You're not living up to your part of our bargain-"
I hit him in the stomach, and he went down, doubling over and gasping for breath. Marcia uttered one soft cry and that was all. Her husband rolled over on his back, red-faced, gripping his stomach.
"I'll get you for that!" he muttered. "I promise you I'll-"
I kicked him in the side, and he stopped talking and commenced moaning. Randy stepped forward and booted him in the ass. I turned to look at Marcia. She still held her arms over her head, as if she had been tied with a piece of rope. Her breasts were heaving, her eyes afire. I wasn't sure about it, but I guessed the violence excited her. After all, we were doing to her husband what she had wanted done for so long.
"You feel sorry for him, eh?" I said, stepping close to her.
"No," she said, her voice quavering. "No...."
I grabbed her, gripping the muscular flesh of her buttocks as I kissed her. She was the oldest chick in the room, but she put all the competition to shame, with the possible exception of Karen. She was a doll, what the older generation calls a "dish."
Her arms began to drop, and I pulled them down, crushing her against me, loving the feel of her soft, willing body. She was panting like a dog now.
"Get your clothes off" I said, and she stripped them away. "Now we have some fun, right baby?"
"Yes," she smiled. "Yessss . ... "
"Take this bag of shit into the bedroom and tie him up," I said to Randy and Dean. "You got any rope, or cord?" I asked Marcia.
"In the kitchen," she said. "In the closet by the door...."
When Daniel was secured, the party blew sky-high. We broke out the grass and the hash, and I gave a reefer to Marcia. She smoked it like a pro, . but insisted she'd never had any. Then she floated into my arms. I stuck my hand halfway up her pussy, fingering her while she ran her tongue over my lips.
Dawn had found some candles and fit them, flicking the light switches so that the room was bathed by a soft, wavering glow.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Marcia cooed in my ear. "I want you...."
"But hubby's in there," I teased.
"Well, then we'll put him in the bathroom! Come on, please go with me...."
How could I refuse her? Besides, she had her hand inside my pants, and she was squeezing my dick, stroking it every once in a while to keep it happy.
"Okay, baby," I murmured. "Let's split...."
We found our way to the bedroom and herded Daniel off into the bathroom. It was beginning to seem like musical chairs.
"Don't worry," Marcia said when we were alone on that big bed. "He won't do anything to you when this is over. He'll just forget about the whole thing. He hasn't got guts enough to go to the cops, and he certainly doesn't have the balls to stand up to you himself . ... "
"I know, baby," I said, lowering my mouth to one of those juicy tits. "Me and Daniel understand each other perfectly. I can treat him as bad as I want to and take his wife; in return, he'll do nothing but wallow in self-pity and occasionally give me the chance to rap him one. See? It's simple.
"Yep!" she giggled. "So it is...."
And with that she pulled my lips onto hers, driving her tongue between my teeth, and we were off to the races. It was a glorious trip, I must say. She put me through my paces on that beautiful bed, making me do everything I had ever learned to please her. In fact, she forced me to dream up some new tricks. How's that for an inspirational woman?
We were both stoned, high-flying like birds through some glorious green sky, diving, swirling. And the warm moistness; like the sea washing over your mind and your soul. Lord, but it was fantastic! I am a romanticist, and everybody knows that romanticists are the sanest people in the whole, wide world.
Marcia and I were both out of our minds on that bed. We loved the idea of fucking together while her husband footed all the bills. I think we could have made it great together if she hadn't been married. But the situation that existed was delicious.
"You're so good, Paul!" she gasped as she fondled my dick, which was the consistency of stainless steel.
I shifted my weight about until I was kneeling over her, my dick dangling down in front of her face, my head buried between her thighs. My dick didn't dangle long; she sucked it up and started twisting her tongue around it, driving my mind through the roof of my skull.
"Ohhhhh!" I heard her moan. What sounds I was making I don't remember. I just recall listening to the grunts and wails she let ooze out of her.
I had my face pressed against her cunt, her clitoris in my mouth, her cunt smacking against the upper portion of my face. The strong scent of her was fantastic, the most erotic aroma possible.
I made her come, and I made her come, and I made her come. And I didn't let her do the same to me until the end of the line. I just nibbled, kissed, sucked, teased, and otherwise excited that sopping cunt of hers.
And it was sopping! Hah! She was like a rain forest....
"Come on, baby!" I moaned after her third orgasm. She had drifted back down some, and I wanted to launch her again. I had been sliding my tongue over the tip of her clitoris, but after I gave her some encouragement, I closed my lips over it hard and flicked my tongue against it hard and fast.
"Ohhhhhooooooooooooo!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, Gahhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh!"
She was straining upward, her back bent, her thighs closed tight about my head. I could barely breathe, man. But I kept sucking at the clitoris until she had blown through the roof. And when I came in her mouth, she began sucking me, taking the come in gulps, her lips hot around my dick.
When we finished, I went out into the living room to see how the rest of the folks were doing. It was a fine scene, everybody sprawled out, having a good time. I took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and a glass from the bar. The music sounded good, ebbing out of the stereo, and I sat in hubby's big chair and watched the antics.
I saw Dean fucking his dick into Peggy, who had once been Randy's chick but who now seemed to belong to anybody who wanted her. She was a good fuck, too. Dean had mounted her from the rear, and his cock slid into her cunt in easy strokes.
"Yeahhhhh," I heard her moan, her head hanging down, her long hair obscuring her face. She hunched back, taking the full length of his cock into her.
When Dean moved off her. I went over and pulled her to her feet. Then I went over and grabbed Karen, pushing both girls ahead of me into the bedroom, which I locked from the inside.
"Okay, now we party, just the four of us," I said to them.
I rolled a joint for each of them, and we smoked them down to the end. I turned on the auxiliary speaker Daniel had installed in the bedroom while we were smoking, so that by the time we finished getting high, we were real high.
"C'mere, baby," I said to Marcia, sliding onto the bed in the midst of the three girls. I spread Marcia's legs wide as she lay back on the pillow and pushed my face into her cunt. She laughed and thrust her hips upward. I shot my tongue into her slit, tasting the sweetness of her pussy.
"Well, what are you waitin' for?" I said to the other chicks. They hadn't moved. Karen slid under me as I knelt on the mattress, sucking my prick into her mouth. I turned and looked for Peggy; she was by the door, fumbling with the lock. "On your way out, send in that chick we picked up on the way over, the blonde."
I remembered that the chick seemed to show a marked interest in other chicks, and we definitely needed her at this point. I put my mouth back where it had been, and Marcia dug her nails into my shoulders, enjoying, I suppose, the pain she caused me thereby.
"Somebody in here in need of a dyke?" came a voice.
It was the blond girl. The three of us cracked up. We realized that Peggy must've insulted her, but the chick didn't get ruffled.
"I need you," Karen said, crawling out from underneath me. "How about it?"
The girl stepped forward, pressing her tits against Karen's. Karen asked her her name, and the girl said it was Gladys. Incredible! The whole world was freaked!
"All right, Gladys," Karen said huskily, fondling the girl's smallish tits. "Let's get down to business, eh?"
They joined us on the bed, Karen's mouth closing about my cock, Gladys hustling between her legs to immerse her face in the black girl's cunt. And so we were joined in an unholy daisy chain, as some fools are fond of calling it. It just came naturally.
"Mmmmmmmm," Marcia moaned. "Ooooo, wow! This is somethin' else...."
Shit, she was even beginning to talk like us! I nibbled her clit for a while, and she never seemed to get her fill. I think that if she could afford it, she would hire a number of men with talented lips to suck her clitoris for her continuously. That would be heaven on earth for her.
"Ooo, ohhhhhh!" I heard a voice mew. I looked down and saw that Karen was losing her marbles. She had let my dick slide free of her mouth, and she was shoving her cunt into the white chick's face, her hips working overtime as one orgasm after another washed over her.
"Yeah, baby! Take all she's got!" I laughed. "But don't let her hurt you! Don't let her bite that pussy of yours! You'll die, for sure...."
Marcia told me to get back to work, but I ignored her. I got off her and went behind Gladys, if that was really her name. She had a nice little ass, and I wondered whether it was big enough to accommodate my dick. I worked a couple fingers into her cunt, then covered my dick with the slick pussy juice.
"Lemme help you," I murmured, prying her buttocks apart and easing my prick into her ass.
She didn't put up a struggle; in fact, she ignored me. That is, until I had the head of my cock well inside her anus. Then she started gasping as if I were choking her. Karen opened her eyes and saw what I was doing; she grinned wide.
"Fuck her!" she laughed. "Fuck her straight in the ass, love! She digs men, I know it! She just loves to eat pussy, that's all...."
We were a pretty threesome, linked together on that bed. Actually, I wasn't on the bed, but standing at the foot of it, only my knees resting on the edge for leverage.
And let me tell you, that chick's asshole was cavernous. I mean, I could have called in Dean and he could have fitted his dong in there, too. She had gotten it plenty of times in the rear, probably since she was a kid. She was stretched wide, and she could work her ass like some women could use their cunts. I felt her muscles tighten, contracting about my dick as I pulled it out of her. As I plunged it back in, she would relax, and I could sink every inch of my cock into her rectum up to the hilt.
"Eat me good!" Karen ordered the girl, grabbing her by the hair and sliding her face back and forth over her cunt. "Make me come, dammit! I got to come! Ohhhh, please! I'm so fuckin' hot, I'm gonna explode!"
I watched her face as I fucked her friend. The pleasure was exquisite, her expression told me quite clearly. Her facial muscles twitched as Gladys wallowed in the black slickness of her pussy. And finally, I couldn't take any more. I unloaded, ramming my dick into Gladys' ass, letting my come spurt into her.
"Eeeeeeeyyeeeeeee!" she yelped, her wails filling the room. I had my eyes closed, my head feeling like it would become disconnected from my body.
When I opened my eyes, Karen was sweating like an animal, her legs wrapped about Gladys' head. She was coming and coming, and I pulled my prick out of the white girl's ass and collapsed on the bed next to Marcia, who had been playing with herself during out interlude. Marcia didn't pay me any attention; she was too involved with the two girls twisting deliciously toward the bottom of the bed.
"Oh, oh! she cried. I watched her rub her finger against her clit until she was coming along with Karen, enjoying vicariously the pleasure Gladys was giving the black girl.
I figured that she had never been a party to a full-fledged orgy before. Sure, she had bought her lovers off the street and they had satisfied certain appetites. But she had never experienced anything like what was happening that night, and she dug it. I think she dropped her inhibitions after I showed her she had no choice but to put up with us.
Soon, Karen's thighs relaxed, and she freed the girl who had been imprisoned between them.
"I wonder how Daniel is doing?" I said to Marcia.
She gazed at me sleepily, and her eyes clouded. "Why don't you go ask him?" she said, sinking lower into the soft bed, her thighs yawning open.
She moved her hand to her cunt, playing with it as I watched her, this time having no intention of finishing the job herself. For a moment, I felt sorry for poor Daniel. Why had he married such a woman?
And then, I felt happy for myself. I crawled on top of her and we engaged in her favorite pastime.