Chapter 13
Life is very often like a cycle: it begins at one point, goes out from there moving very fast in a straight, new direction, but turns somewhere, and comes back upon itself. That's what happened to me with my return to Xanadu. It's as though I were caught up in some great swell of history, being carried along by forces I would never understand, but could only feel. I sensed myself rushing towards something, but what it was, what it meant, I had no way of knowing. But it was significant: there could be no doubting that. And it was drawing to a close.
It was like a circle, I saw suddenly. A circle that was about to close, with its two opposite ends meeting at the point from which the journey began. The end and the beginning, all growing from that same spot, so that it was impossible to tell one from the other.
Xanadu, was that point, and I was the circle.
"My God!" Heather exclaimed, breaking into my train of thought. She was excited, very sexually excited. "This is unbelievable!"
We were standing towards the back of the second, less specialized Orgy Room. The room was quite crowded, filled with hundreds of people, many of them already naked. Heather and I were still fully dressed, perhaps being self-conscious at the newness of what was happening, but we were watching their behavior with intense curiosity. More than just curiosity, for we had taken the precaution of securing a locker for our clothing. Now all we really were doing was waiting for the mood of the orgy to catch up with us enough to permit us to act.
"Is this the first orgy you've been to?" I asked, speaking loud so that she could hear me over the deafening din of the noisy room. Men and women were laughing and shouting, and a loud, blaring music covered over even that, as though its function was to fill in any lapses of silence.
"I guess so," she answered. "This is the first time I've been to an orgy like this. I've been to a couple of pot parties that turned sexual, but never with anywhere as many people as this. And never with strangers."
There was a man and woman on a sofa directly in front of us, and they were kissing quite passionately. Actually, they were doing much more than just kissing, and their activities were attracting a crowd of voyeurs, Heather and I included. We pushed in closely to watch them.
Heather's eyes widened, and a glaze of excitement colored her cheeks.
"How do you feel about all of this?" I asked.
Heather was distracted by my question, and she impatiently allowed her eyes to travel back and forth between my face and the couple in front of us.
"What? Oh. I feel all right, I guess."
I looked at the couple, recognizing them for what they were. In carnivals, there are people who are known as shills: people planted in the audience to get the action rolling. In an orgy, there is a similar need to break down self-consciousness. Everyone wants to do it, but no one wants to be the first. The man and women in front of us were shills, employees of Xanadu, who used their passion as a catalyst to precipitate a similar response from those around them. And even though their passion was bought and paid for, it looked real, and it was contagious.
"Are you nervous?" I asked, needing to know.
Heather's eyes were riveted on the moaning, squirming man and woman, and for a moment I could tell she resented my interruptions.
"Nervous?" she answered. "What do I have to be nervous about? A little self-conscious, maybe. And a whole lot horny."
I could tell I wasn't going to get much more out of her; she was too preoccupied with what was happening. She was like a child in a toy factory: she didn't know which way to look first. She was working on a different level from me, and any of the answers I needed, I knew I could not get from her. It was my problem and I would have to struggle with it myself. I would have to find my own answers.
I resigned myself to watching the couple; perhaps in the falseness of their act, there might be some grain of the truth I needed.
The woman was blonde, and she was wearing a blouse and a miniskirt. The man had his hand under her blouse, and he was squeezing her breasts as he kissed her. You couldn't see her tits, only his hand as he moved it under the material of the blouse, sliding it back and forth until it reminded me of a gopher burrowing his tunnel just under the surface of the earth. His hand moved frantically, from one tit to another, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing.
The couples around us began to react. The men drew their women closer to them, touching them secretly or kissing them on their necks as they looked down on the sexual display. One or two of the braver ones had slid their hands up the sweaters or blouses of the women they were with, and they were squeezing their breasts, as though answering the action they were watching. And one man had his woman pressed against him, with his erection against her ass, and he had his hand on her cunt, masturbating her as they watched.
Heather gripped my hand and pressed her body against mine. I could feel the soft swell of her tits through the material of her blouse, and I caught the rhythm of her breath. It was harsh and jerky, as though she was trying to suck in air to cool the fire that was burning between her legs.
"Wow," she said. "Jesus Christ."
The man on the sofa had opened the front of the blonde's blouse, and you could see her tits. She didn't have a bra on, and her nipples were stiff and pink in the center of all that naked flesh. Her complexion had a peaches and cream kind of color, and it looked erotically striking against the red silky softness of her blouse material. The man's fingers were pinching the nipple of her right tit, and she was squirming as though she were in agony. I could hear the muffled cries of her moaning, blocked by the open press of her companion's mouth.
"She's got nice tits," someone said. It was a woman's voice.
I looked over at her out of curiosity. She was standing almost directly across from me, staring down. She had short black hair, and a slim boyish figure. There was a man standing behind her, and he had his hand under her blouse, cupping her tit. There was just the smallest trace of envy and admiration on her pale, attractive face.
"Steve, look!" Heather said excitedly, jarring me with her elbow.
The man had broken his kiss from her lips, and transplanted it to her tit. I looked just in time to see his mouth close around the stiff pink ridge of her nipple when his cheeks hollowed, and he sucked it up into his mouth. A small trickle of his saliva dribbled from his lips, and it made a trail down her large, swollen breast.
"Oh, suck it, Roy!" the blonde woman moaned, stuffing the softness of her own tit into his open mouth. "Suck it and lick it for me!"
Heather was standing sideways next to me, and she opened her thighs and pressed her cunt against the side of my leg. She pressed her thighs in, locking them around me, and I wondered whether it was an unconscious reaction to her excitement, or a boldly sexual hint. I didn't decide on either explaination, and remained silent even when she began to hump her cunt up and down against my thigh.
Roy, the man on the couch, pulled his lips away from the blonde's tit. The nipple was almost red from the suction of his mouth. He pulled his face just far enough away from it to allow everyone to see it and react to it.
"Ooohhh!" someone moaned. "Look at that!"
"Suck it more!" someone else urged, whispering aloud in a voice that was unaware that it had spoken. "Suck it some more!"
The reactions were more than just vocal. The small gathering of watchers were moving from observation to participation.
The slim woman with the short black hair across from me had her legs spread widely apart, and she was arching back against the man behind her. The man had his hand down the front of her black slacks, and he was cupping her cunt. She was rolling with the movement of his hand, rolling her straight, boy-like hips in a slow, sensual circle.
Another woman, a big, buxomy blonde with frizzy hair and bright red lipstick, was touching the man next to her, rubbing his cock through the material of his pants. His erection was long and thick, and it made the front of his pants stick out like a small tent.
Even Heather was excited, squeezing her legs and cunt against me, trying to rub the hardness of my leg into the swollen bud of her clitoris. She was also stroking my ass, running her flat, open palm unseen, up and down my backside, cupping my ass cheek whenever a spasm of excitement ripped through her cunt.
The excited reactions of his audience seemed to stimulate Roy, and he began to elaborate on the big-titted blonde. His long fat tongue slid from his open mouth, and he used it to batter the blonde's nipple. It flicked stiffly back and forth, bathing the nipple in a dribbling flood of saliva, darting his head from side to side, alternating his attention from one tit to the other.
"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" the blonde moaned. Her eyes were closed, and she was rolling her head from side to side on the back of the sofa, splashing her blonde hair all over. "Play with my titties! Suck my boobies!"
The crowd was warming rapidly. The fondling was no longer furtive, and I could see bared breasts on many of the women, and a man across to my right had a woman's skirt lifted and tucked into her waistband. Her thighs were spread, and he had his hand in her panties. I could see a hair or two of her curling black pubic hair spiraling out from under the leg-band of the panties, and it was apparent that his finger was pushed deeply inside of her cunt.
"Look!" Heather whispered. Her voice was hoarse with excitement. "Over there!"
She directed my attention to the big blonde woman with the frizzled hair. She was no longer rubbing the man's cock through his pants-she had it out!
"Look at that!" someone else whispered, pointing to the exposed cock. "He's so big!"
And he was. The man's organ was enormous. One of the largest and thickest I've ever seen in my life. The blonde woman had a smile of undisguised pride on her face as her long, fat fingers ran up and down the swollen thickness of her man's cock.
"How big is he?" Heather asked. She had moved her hand, and she was no longer rubbing it up and down my ass. Now it was the other hand, and she was rubbing it up and down the front of my pants, touching my cock. "How many inches?"
It was hard to judge, he seemed so huge. "About nine inches, I guess. Maybe more."
"Nine inches!" Heather's voice was filled with admiration. Her hand tightened around the shaft of my cock, and she squeezed it.
As if in competition, the other blonde, the shill on the sofa, moaned loudly, drawing all our attention back to her.
"Oh do my cunt!" she cried. "Do it, please!"
Roy, her lover, had her miniskirt flipped back, exposing her thighs and panties. Her panties were a silky white, almost transparent, and you could see the hair line of her cunt across the bottom third of her cuntal mound. The crotchpiece of the panties was stained and wet.
"Play with my pussy!" she urged. "Finger me!"
The crowd watched in morbid fascination as Roy began to work on her panties. First he slid his hand down them and cupped her cunt. She hunched it against his hand, trying to impale herself with one of his fingers.
But Roy had another idea, and he pulled down with his hand, still clutching at her cunt, pulling at the panties. The panties stretched, with the material caught on the wide curves of the blonde's hips and open, spread thighs. His hand tugged, and at last, the panties ripped, exposing her cunt.
As one, the crowd reacted in a wet, sucking intake of breath. There were a few oooh's and aahhh's, but mostly the response was one of shock and surprise and latent excitement. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, like static electricity.
Roy continued to pull at the panties, until they ripped all the way down, completely exposing the blonde's wet, luscious cunt. The panties were shredded, like a piece of old white cloth or a flag of surrender. They hung down from one leg, swaying under her widely spread thighs.
"Ohhh!" the blonde moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Heather tightened her grip on my cock, squeezing it with all her might. "Ohl" she said, echoing the blonde's cry.
Roy's hand moved to her cunt, and he stabbed it with his middle finger. Her soft wet cunt gobbled it up, until his hand was pressed against the hairy, broad curve of her bottom.
"Oh!" she screamed. "Finger my cunt! Finger it, Roy! Finger it!"
Roy slid his finger in and out, and I could see the wet lips clinging to the sides of his finger. Her cunt was like a mouth, running up and down, swallowing and regurgitating, as she humped herself against his punching fist. I could hear him pushing in and out of her, parting her body and opening her with his finger.
The excitement spread like fire. I saw more than one cock now, and many, many cunts. People were discarding their clothing all around the circle of watchers, and some were already naked.
The slim black-haired woman across from me had her black slacks down in a puddle at her feet. Her panties were a little higher, and they were stretched in a thin line across her small, straight thighs. I could see her cunt, and it was covered with a black, fuzz-like growth of tight, curling hair. Just below the curve of her cunt, between her slender thighs, I could see the swollen red head of a cock-the cock of the man behind her. He was holding onto her tits for support, as though they were handles.
"Help me, someone!" Roy, the man on the couch, suddenly said. He pulled his finger from the blonde's cunt, and it was glistening with her wetness. "Someone help me I Somebody work on her cunt while I get at her tits!"
Heather's fingernails were cutting into the flesh of my cock, even through my jeans. "What?" she said, incredulously.
As if in answer, Roy shouted his request again: "Someone work on her cunt! I'll do her tits!"
No one moved, and perhaps they were all frozen by the unexpected, bizarrely exciting request.
"Come on!" Roy demanded. He pointed his finger-the same wet, dripping finger that had been in the blonde's cunt-at a man off to my right. "You! Do Lanie's cunt! Come on before she cools off!"
The man Roy pointed to was with a small brown-haired woman with sloppy big tits. He was squeezing them with both his hands, while she was jerking him off. Roy's command took him by surprise, and it was so inflexible, that the man began to move towards Lanie, the blonde, before Roy had completed his demand.
The brown-haired woman tried to stop him, but he was galvanized by excitement and intimidation. His face was a mask of his anguish: torn between lust and loyalty. Lust won out.
The man kneeled before Lanie, between her thighs, and he touched her cunt gingerly with his hand. He ran his fingers up and down the wet line of her slit, parting the lips so that her cunt hole was visible.
"Finger me!" Lanie instructed. "Finger me or fuck me, but do something!"
While Roy was working on Lanie's blouse, pulling it from her arms so that she was completely naked, the new man, perhaps inspired by her animal-like passion, decided to innovate. And rather than finger or fuck her, he bent forward, holding himself up on his hands and knees, and he began to lick her cunt.
"Jesus!" Heather moaned. Her eyes were bugged out of her skull and her mouth hung loose. I could see her nipples through her shirt, stiff and taut, scratching against the coarse material. "Jesus!"
Caution was gone now, and she worked on my belt and zipper. My jeans parted and fell, and Heather stroked my cock with warm, even caresses of her hands. My own hand was busy against her, down the front of her jeans, and I was fingering her cunt. Her box was very wet and hot, and she lifted herself up and down, and fucked herself with my finger.
The man between Lanie's thighs was warming to his task, and he slid forward, pressing his face fully against her cunt. He curled his arms around her ass and thighs, pulling her even closer to him, and he bobbed his head up and down, sliding his tongue between her cunt lips. I could hear him eating her, even from where I was standing.
While Heather was stroking my cock with her curled fingers, and I was jabbing in and out of her cunt, I tried to notice some of the other people around us.
The big blonde woman was down on her knees, and she was sucking on the gigantic staff of her partner's cock. The sight was almost ridiculous, for more of his cock was outside of her mouth than was in it. But that didn't deter her for a moment. She rolled her head from side to side, stretching her lips into a thin red line, and she ate at the head of his cock as though it were a piece of obscene candy. She moved her head back and forth, as though she were trying to screw her mouth down the shaft of his cock, and she stroked him with her hands and fingered his balls.
The slender woman with black hair hadn't altered her position much. She had stepped from her pants, and her panties were gone also. Her legs were spread wide, and she was leaning the top-half of her body back. The man behind her was no longer between her legs; he was inside of her cunt. I could see the thick base of his cock between her parted thighs, pushing up inside of her, parting the delicate fold-like lips of her fuzzy-haired cunt. His hands were on her hips now, holding her in place, and I could see her tits. They were small, very small, barely tiny hills on her chest, with tiny, pert nipples in their centers.
"Look!" Heather told me. "Over there!"
I looked back at Roy and Lanie, and the man who was eating between her legs. The brown-haired woman with the sagging large tits had joined them on the sofa, and she was down between her partner's legs, sucking on his cock, while he sucked on Lanie's clit. It was a wild chain of naked bodies, strung against each other, and it was hard to tell where one started and another ended.
Roy compounded the confusion by standing and shucking his clothing until he was naked, and he mounted Lanie's shoulders. His cock was very long and slender, growing out of a cloud of bushy black hair that covered his legs and ass as well as his crotch. He sat on her chest, flattening the soft pink cushions of her breasts under his ass, and he thrust his cock between Lanie's open, waiting mouth. She arced her neck and bent her face towards him, and I watched her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him. He rocked back and forth, and she bobbed her head, and his cock slid in and out of her cunt.
"Let me get undressed I" Heather asked, pulling my hand away from her cunt. She began to work on the laces of her jeans. The locker we had rented for our clothing was forgotten as her clothing went flying from her firm, exciting body. I wondered as I watched her undress, casting her shirt off, whether we would find all our clothing later, when it was time to leave.
"You too!" she told me. "Take your clothing off. Get naked!"
My pants were down, and I stepped out of them. I was wearing sandals, so I didn't have to worry about shoes or socks. Heather helped me with my shirt, and after a moment, we were both naked.
"Fuck me!" Heather told me. "Fuck me now!"
We were very near the sofa now, looking down on Roy and Lanie, the man between her legs, and the big-titted woman sucking on his cock. It was like looking down on a sexual panorama: as far as I could see, there was nothing but naked bodies in front of us.
Heather leaned forward, leaning down on the back of the sofa. I was standing behind her, and she parted her legs. Over her shoulder, I could see Roy, who was facing us, and under him, Lanie, and the top of her blonde head as she sucked on Roy's cock.
"Fuck me!" Heather said. "Fuck me like this so I can watch!"
I did as she asked. I came toward her, pressing my erect cock between the cheeks of her ass. I was too high to slide directly into her cunt, so I asked her to push her ass up higher and stand on her tiptoes. She did as I requested, and I felt the tip of my cock slid from her ass until it was pressed against the warm wet slit of her cunt. I parted the lips with my fingers, bent my knees to lower me even more, and I thrust in, sliding my cock between the lips of her cunt.
"Gooood!" Heather moaned. She arched her back upward, cocking her head back, and squeezing down with her cuntal muscles as I entered her. Just beyond her, I could see Roy's face, and it was screwed up in a look of tense pleasure. His body was rocking back and forth.
I grunted and held onto Heather's hips as I pushed myself fully into her cunt. I felt my cock sliding up, and soon my thighs were pressed against the soft roundness of her ass. I was all the way in her.
"Fuck me, Steve!" Heather grunted, leaning forward over the back of the sofa. "Fuck your cock in and out of me! In and out of my cunt!"
I held her down with my hands so that she couldn't move about too much, and I rocked back with my hips, pulling out. Then, before I dislodged, I pushed in again, and Heather moaned in pleasure. I pulled out again, then in. In and out, in and out, thrusting the full-length of my cock into the sweaty, swirling depths of Heather's cunt. In and out, in and out, sawing my cock, feeling my balls bouncing against the back of her ass and thighs. In and out, spearing out a wet tunnel between the lips of her cunt; a tunnel that pressed down around the shaft of my cock like a wet caress from a hot, licking mouth. My fingers dug into her flesh, and I arched my back, thrusting into Heather's clutching, gripping, grasping, clawing, holding, squeezing cunt.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Heather's back was shiny with perspiration, as I looked out across it. First I could see Roy: his eyes were still closed, and he was rocking in and out of Lanie's mouth. Then, beyond him, over his shoulder, I could see the other blonde, and she was still on her knees, sucking the tree trunk that grew out of her lover's belly. Only now there was another woman who had joined them, and she was on her knees behind the man, licking his ass-hole and holding the part of his cock that was outside of the blonde woman's mouth.
"Fuck harder!" Heather urged. "I'm going to come!"
I thrust in mercilessly, buffeting her cunt with the jabs and hunches of my hips. My cock was like a swollen knife, stabbing her cunt until she bled with pleasure.
Over her shoulder, I could see the dark-haired woman in front of me. Her partner was no longer behind her. He had dropped down, and was under her, leaning up between her legs. She was still standing, and he was eating her cunt as she stood there. I could see sperm running from her cunt, smeared all over his lips, but his tongue continued to jerk in and out of her sloppy pussy just as his cock had.
There was another couple to the right of the dark-haired woman. It was two women, and their bodies were intertwined around each other. Lips were pressed into cunts, blonde and brown hair, and their tongues were lapping up the drool of their mutual excitement. There was a third member of their party, a male, and he was standing above them, masturbating with one hand and fingering the ass of another woman who was being fucked off to his left. All of a sudden his cock opened, and he spilled his sperm all over the backs of the two sixty-nining women. His face was contorted in pleasure as his hand turned into a blur against his pink, spouting cock.
"I'm coming!" Heather screamed, tightening her cunt around my thick cock. "I'm coming!"
I wasn't ready to come yet, so I thrust into Heather's cunt with all my might. I felt no real passion, no burning need to come, so I fucked in and out of her with no thought of my own pleasure, and worked furiously to bring on hers. My fingers dug into her flesh, and I lifted her ass and cunt until her legs were off the floor. I held her up like that, open and quivering, and I plowed into her, moving mechanically, dispassionately, unselfishly, as I tried to fuck the shit out of her.
She screamed as her orgasm exploded. Her hand's reached forward, whether unconsciously or by design, and Heather touched Roy, the man kneeling before her on the other side of the sofa. Heather slid her hands down his sweaty body, tangling her fingers in his thick black pubic hair, and she grabbed his cock. It was wet and slippery from Lanie's saliva, and Heather pulled the organ from the other woman's lips. She stroked it hard as she was coming, pulling the long slender shaft of his cock with her wet fingers.
Roy began to come from her hand, and he moaned as his thick hot sperm plopped from his cockhead, splashed between Heather's finger, and splattered into Lanie's open, empty mouth.
"Oh God'. " Heather screamed. "I'm coming!"
Her cunt tightened, and then it began to quake, as if it were caught in the throws of some terrible palsy. I could feel the wetness of her orgasm, a spreading heat and slipperiness that made her cunt feel as if it were greased, and I were sliding through a puddle. Her pussy lips shook around the thick base of my cock, like a mouth trying to speak, but gagged by the bluntness of my thrusts. Her cunt was throbbing, and I pulled myself out, then quickly thrust myself in, out and then in, out and in, out and in, out and in, until Heather screamed from the pleasure, and begged me to stop.
I pulled out, my cock still stiff and weapon-like, and Heather slumped over the back of the sofa. Her cunt was dripping like an open wound. She lay like that for a long while, with her legs dangling down slackly, as if she were dead, and I wondered if she had passed out from all her pleasure.
But I didn't have time to wonder, I told myself, for I had my own task to perform. I left Heather there, slumped over the back of the sofa, and I moved out into the orgy, seeking whatever it was I was looking for.
I stepped away from our small group all crowded around the sofa, and I took in the whole sweep of the orgy in a single, expansive gaze. The passion had spread, and almost everyone was naked and fucking. Hundreds of naked, fucking, sucking, screaming, coming, moaning men and women, and I moved out among them, a stranger in my own home.
All across the room, people were coming together: men and women, men and men, women and women, and multiples and variations of the couplings. There were cocks in cunts, in mouths, in asses, between breasts and legs, and cocks pressed against cocks and balls. In one place there was three men working on one woman; in another, three women fucking with one man. There was a man fucking another man up the ass, while both of them sucked on the cocks of two other men. There was a woman on a sofa, and she was stuffing a cock down her throat while one man fucked her and a third was greasing his cock to slip it into her ass. Two other men were sucking her tits, and a third was coming all over the group as he pulled himself to orgasm. A little further away, there was a woman with an enormous dildo, and she was thrusting it viciously in and out of another woman's cunt while she was being fucked doggie-fashion by a big black man with a huge cock, and the woman being dildoed was licking the cunt of a woman sitting on a chair.
I moved again, walking, searching-for what? I didn't know. But I was close to discovery; very close. I would know it when it came upon me.
There was a tenseness in my stomach, and a growing feeling that I recognized as the same feeling I had experienced when I was with Heather and the time I had been with Sara. What was that feeling?
I stopped to watch again: There was a man sitting on a chair, and there was a woman sitting on his lap. His cock was in her cunt, and there was a second woman, down on her hands and knees, between his legs. The second woman was licking the man's balls and cock, and as the other woman slid down, she licked her cunt as well.
My eyes moved again. There was a man sitting in an overstuffed arm chair, and there was a woman with him. She had her cunt in his face, and she was resting her knees on the stuffed arms of the chair. Her head was bent forward, and while he was licking her cunt, she was sucking his cock As I watched, he began to come, and she pulled her mouth away, and his wet, red cock spouted white sperm all over her face and lips.
I turned to look again, but I was stopped. A very fat woman about forty got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Her lips were big and puffy, and her tongue felt like hot mush against my cock. She squeezed her tits and sucked me, while a thin young man with a short stubby cock fucked her up her ass. The young man came, and she came, and she let go of my cock and thanked me.
I moved again, away from them, towards the door that led to the hallway. I felt as if I were on a voyage of discovery, about to learn what it was that's been happening to me these past few weeks. I sensed I was about to find out why I had changed, why I had felt so depressed and dissatisfied with my life. I was about to learn the truth.
And there was truth in the air: I could feel it. It was in the people. There was an honesty about their passion: they were open and free, and they took and gave sex with no questions and no strings. They were warm and human-human beings!-sharing and fully enjoying their mutual sexual pleasures together! That was the key word: together!
I saw that now, and I moved among them, around them, stepped over them, and waited for them. They were together: honest and open and real. There was no false note in this whole symphony of naked bodies; no phony, fawning, slavish obsequiousness of men and women paid for their pleasure, just as there had been none with either Heather or Sara. These were real people I
"Fuck me!" a woman screamed to me. "Fuck me!"
She was laying on the floor, her legs widely spread, and there was a puddle of sperm staining the rug under her ass. Thick white blobs of sperm dribbled from her open cunt, and she was fingering herself and rubbing her clit.
"Fuck with me!" she begged. "So I can come again!"
Her need was so real it was almost painful to me. I got down on my knees, leaned forward, and mounted her. Her spermy fingers pulled my cock between her swollen cunt lips, and she began to hunch up and down against me. Her cunt squished with sperm, and I wondered how many men had already fucked her.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "I'm comingggg!"
She stiffened her legs and stuck them straight up in the air, one on either side of me, pointing her toes at the ceiling. Her cunt tightened down around my cock, and she squeezed her tits with her white-knuckled, gnarled hands, as if she were trying to squeeze the orgasm out of her body; as if it had lodged itself in her tits and she were trying to push it down to her cunt.
"God-fuck!" she screamed, rolling her head from side to side on the rug. She repeated the strange joining of words: "God-fuck! I'm coming!"
Her cunt mouth ate at my cock until it was stuffed and she pushed me out of her. Her body was greasy with sweat and sperm, and she was panting uncontrollably. Her eyes were glazed and far, very far away.
I stood and thought and looked down at her. And, as I was walking away, she screamed again, to another man who had stumbled upon her.
"Fuck me! Please! Fuck with me so I can come again!"
The man mounted her, as I had, and he put his erect cock in the puddle of my still-warm sperm. I watched for a moment, then turned, to look further.
I was close now. Very close. Closer than I have ever been. Truth was still in the air, and it rained down upon me until I understood one more facet of the whole, grandiose scheme.
There was a oneness in the room, I saw. like a machine with all its parts working in harmony. All the men and women in attendance were here for one thing and one thing only: sexual orgasm! As best they could make it, as frequently as they could do it, and as creatively as it was possible. In a very real sense, all the men and women in this room-no! In this house!-were united: spiritually united! Our mutual sexuality had made us one!
"Mister! Mister!" someone called urgently.
I turned toward the voice. It was a balding fat man, about forty years old, and he was wearing black, horned-rimmed glasses, shoes and knee-high black socks. He had a large, fat belly, and under it, I could see the small stub of his cock. It was about four inches long.
"Mister!" he called to me, tugging at my arm. I stared at him, sensing something. "Yes."
"Come with me."
I could see the reflection of my own face in his eye glasses. "Why should I come with you?"
"I want you to fuck my wife."
I stared at him as if I hadn't heard him. "But why?"
It was his turn to stare, and his eyes seemed incapable of understanding the necessity of my question. "She finds you attractive," he explained reasonably. "She saw you and she-likes you. So she wants to make love with you."
He led me to his wife. She was younger than he: about half his age. She had long blonde hair that was almost white. Her body was hard and erect with pert tits and firm steady thighs. Her skin was tanned to a deep brown, and it was striking against the platinum kink of her pubic triangle.
"I brought him, Connie," the short, fat, balding man told his tall, svelte blonde-haired wife.
She smiled at me, and her eyes seemed to smolder. "I want to fuck you," she said. "I like the size of your cock."
She didn't wait for my answer, as though she knew what my answer would be. Her husband held her arm and helped her down as she laid on the floor.
I stood above her, with my cock throbbing.
"Well, come on!" the husband said. "Don't keep Connie waiting."
I got down between her legs. She drew her legs up and parted them. Her cunt was already wet, and the inner lips pulled apart so that I could see her cunt hole. It was dilating, making a wet, squishy sound.
Connie's hand went around my cock and she pulled me into her. Her cunt was very hot and tight, and I had to push with my knees against the rug until I was all the way in. She moaned, and lifted her ass, crushing her cunt against me. Her legs closed around my ass.
"He's in me, Arthur," Connie said, turning her face away from me so that she was talking to her husband. He was on the floor next to her, holding her hand.
"Is he big?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Very big. He's filling my cunt until it feels as though he's going to break me open."
Her cunt was very tight, and I found myself very excited. I began to push myself in and out of her, feeling the tight grip of her cuntal canal massaging the shaft of my cock, like a hand on an udder, trying to milk me.
Connie moaned as I moved in and out, and her nipples stiffened.
"Does it feel ... good?" Arthur asked, breathless.
Connie's eyes were closed and I could tell she was concentrating on her pleasure. "Oh, yes, lover!" she said. "It feels very good. The best in a long time!"
They were using me, I suddenly realized. Using me, Brian Caldwell I Connie and Arthur were using me!
"Ohhh!" Connie groaned. She squeezed her husband's hand and he squeezed it back. "Oh, soon, baby! It will be soon. Are you ready?"
Arthur's voice cracked and broke with passion. "Yes. I'm ready. I'll wait."
My cock was like a piston, sliding in and out of her, and her cunt seemed to be throbbing around it. She was so wet and soft, so excitingly warm, caressing my whole cock until I felt my balls tightening, and a tingling across the swollen head of my cock.
"Sooooon, baby!" Connie told her lover. A vein stood out on her slender, tanned neck, throbbing like a pulse. Her legs were locked around me, and I could feel the lips of her cunt riding up and down the shaft of my plunging cock. Her cunt was molten under me.
"Get ready, baby!" Connie warned. Her cunt climbed around me as though it were alive.
"Yes ... yes!" he answered.
"Oh, Arthur!" Connie screamed. "I'm coming!"
Connie moaned and thrashed her head from side to side as I slid in and out of her. Then Arthur moaned, and the color drained from his face. She squeezed his hand, as if transferring her orgasm, and he began to come, his stubby little cock exploding like a geyser, showering the three of us with his sperm.
"I'm coming ... too!" he grunted, with no more contact with her body than the interlocking of their fingers. "I'm coming, Connie! I'm coming!"
His sperm felt like hot water splashing on my leg and ass as I fucked myself in and out of Connie's clutching, quivering cunt. I could feel my own orgasm building wildly in the depths of my bowels. I grunted and slapped my thighs against her cunt, but she paid no attention to me. All Connie could see was Arthur.
My cock began to throb and grow harder, moving swiftly in and out of her orgasm. Her eyes were open and staring, and she had a soft, moist smile on her lips, as though she knew the answer to some very private joke.
They were sharing something, I suddenly saw. Perhaps sharing in a perverse way, but sharing nonetheless. And in a very odd way, what they were doing was an act of love.
I moaned out loud and began to come inside of Connie's cunt. And in that moment of orgasm, at last, I understood the truth.