Chapter 8
At ten o'clock the next night, I felt like I was floating, dreaming, being carried away in a sea of relaxed and beautiful pleasures that would never stop. My head was buried in Laura Lee's brown thighs and my tongue was so beautifully going over the crisp hairs of her cunt. I sucked and tasted her secretions, and everything about me was as perfect as in a perfect dream.
When the orgasms did come, they were more intense than ever, but I was in no frantic hurry. If I wanted to lick Denyse's pussy, I simply walked to her, dropped to my knees and put my arms around her upper thighs and ate it! There were two models there only 18 or 19 years old, and I had sucked them both until they had temporarily run out of orgasms. Laura Lee jokingly relinquished her title of "The Tongue" in my favor because I seemed to be obsessed with going down on every beautiful female there.
I had smoked almost three of the marijuana cigarettes and passed out one or more to the others. Denyse preferred the LSD, and we were all very high, very loving, very sexy. In addition to pitching in and helping so much, Ken had given us enough marijuana cigarettes to last a week on a wonderfully floating high. At times, I wondered if he might not have a peephole in the apartment upstairs, or knew of some way to look through the walls of the apartment next door. Earlier, I had laughingly asked Cissy if he might have concealed some TV cameras and was watching us on a closed circuit somewhere.
Cissy had not thought my remark to be funny, but I was in such a wonderfully delightful mood that I had laughed at myself and floated over to Jeanne and made love to her on the couch in front of everyone. In fact, I think I harbored a secret wish that Ken was watching. He would certainly never see so many beautiful and naked females making love to each other. It was the most wonderful scene imaginable!
As I was eating Laura Lee's delicious pussy, she was standing up in a chair, and I was standing on the floor. Cissy was behind her and had spread the two glossy-brown orbs of her buttocks and was giving her asshole a hot fuck with the tongue. Laura Lee was singing and crying out in ecstasy. And as I lapped her cunt, my left eye was able to see the entire spectacle of the greatest Sapphic orgy imaginable. There was a feeling of deja-vu that I experienced too, and my body tingled with ideas of reincarnation and the supernatural.
"Oh . . . oh, Cissy . . . Norma . . Laura Lee panted, looking down at us. "I can't . . . take anymore right now. Let me rest ... a few minutes....."
Cissy and I pulled back and watched the black beauty jump down to the floor and set up a jiggle in her full buttocks and nice breasts. I pulled Cissy's naked body to mine and licked her mouth until our lips finally joined in a long kiss. The flavors in our mouths combined and we traded our saliva wantonly. My hands went to her dripping cunt and I scooped up her liquids and put the hand to her mouth. She sucked and licked her own fluids and we kissed again.
"No! I can't it do!" we heard Juanita's shrill voice screaming from the bedroom, followed by laughter from several of the others. "You got to make me come ... I go crazy. No ... no ... do more . . . more!"
"What's going on in here?" I asked after Cissy and I had floated to the front bedroom arm in arm. "Juanita's tied to the bed! She's crying! She looks so sweet....."
"It's a mink-glove tease!" Cissy said, her hand squeezing mine and then going around my left buttock and into the crease. "See? Denyse is wearing a velvet or mink glove. It produces the most wonderful sexual sensations . . . rubbed teasingly on the breasts, the thighs ... or right into the cunt! But see? Denyse is stopping short of letting her come . . . finishing her off. And there's nothing Juanita can do about it because she's strapped to the bedposts by her ankles and wrists. Watch, precious angel?"
Through the hedonistic haze that surrounded me and lifted me, I watched. The beautiful Cuban teenager seemed to be so lovely in her distress. Her frustrations were only a visual pleasure for me.
Denyse's gloved hand rubbed over the pretty girl's belly until her whole body was spasming. One gloved finger crept into the dark pubic hair and made one circle around the wet clit in Juanita's tasty cunt. The girl bucked upwards! And Denyse withdrew her hand quickly. Sweat was pouring out of Juanita's body and she was glistening in a rainbow of dazzling colors.
"Please! Please, Miss Denyse!" the darling little girl cried. "If I do not come, I will surely . . . die!"
"Not really, my little Cuban cunt," Denyse purred at her mockingly, derisively. "I'm not going to untie you all night. But you can watch the rest of us do sexy things if I leave the door open. Come, girls, let's make a lovely daisy chain for Juanita to watch."
It was only a matter of minutes, but it could have been hours what with the hazy disorientation of my brain and the .floating hedonism that went through me and around me. We were sprawled all over the living room, our naked bodies weaving a pattern between furniture and around corners. I was lying on my belly between Jeanne's legs. She was on her belly too.
I opened the cheeks of her ass after licking over their swells and upper thighs. One of the new models was in front of her. The teenage girl was on her back so that Jeanne was sucking the succulent young pussy. At my rear, Laura Lee's fabulously long tongue made my buttocks rise and swell as it penetrated my asshole and I tried to use my muscles on her.
Denyse was between the two new models and Lisette was behind Laura Lee, her face under the black beauty's hairy cunt.
I felt the luckiest of all because Jeanne and I had gained a certain sexual rapport. I kneaded her buttocks with my hands and she pushed up her bottom from the floor so I could lick her pussy as well as her ass crease. Juanita's piercing screams were the only sounds that broke through the licking, lapping, sucking noises and the moans and sighs of the orgasms we were enjoying in the living room.
But suddenly, my floating brain became a jangle of crashing sounds! Wood was being split! Male voices were yelling. And there were equally obnoxious female voices. Was I still in a haze and had I passed on to a nightmare stage? No! The nightmare was real!
"All of you!" A gruff voice shouted as blue uniformed men and women entered through the splintered door from the hallway. "We've policewomen with us too, so don't call us a bunch of dirty-old-men! Line up back there and.....
Flashguns began to pop and the gruff-voiced policemen told some men in civilian clothes that he would confiscate the film if any more "newspaper reporters" tried to take pictures. Men and women in blue began looking through our purses and clothes. They retrieved the marijuana cigarettes, the LSD.
When they were taking our pictures at the vice squad headquarters, I was still so high that I smiled when the police photographer told me to.
The rooming house in the Village was drab and dirty, but where else could we go? The morning sun and heat awakened me and I looked over at Cissy, still asleep next to me. Lisette was on the spare cot, smoking a cigarette and probably thinking about how nice it would be if she had never left France.
I took a long, long drink from the bottle of white wine I had left by the bedside after the woman had paid me off the night before. I was escaping again, and I lay back down with my hand over my eyes and saw it all. It had only been three weeks. Only three weeks!
I pulled open the imperfect drawer of the dirty, un-painted night table and took out the news clipping to read over again: NEW YORK-Vice Squad and uniformed officers arrested eight females last night in the swank, Fifth Avenue apartment of Kenneth W. Hathaway. The millionaire and his son were both in Cal- on business when both male and female officers, acting on a "reliable" tip broke into the apartment on a drug warrant and confiscated several packages of marijuana cigarettes and LSD "cubes".
Newspapers were also tipped and reporters say that all eight females were naked and engaging in acts legally defined as "sodomy" in most legal jurisdictions. A vice squad man said it was a meeting of the notorious "Club Lesbos", long a New York legend.
Among those arrested and charged with possession of narcotics or dangerous drugs, immoral public behavior and being in an illegal establishment, were Hathaway's wife, Norma, 29, and his 33 year old daughter, Cissy, a well known socialite and three times a divorcee. Reporters at the scene stated that both the wife and daughter were engaged in illegal sex acts at the time of the "bust".
Fashion photographer Denyse DeFontayne was additionally charged with keeping a teenage Cuban girl in involuntary servitude. The girl was found manacled to a bed when the raid took place.
Prosecuting attorneys said......
I tossed the clipping back in the drawer and quietly cursed Ken with every foul word and phrase I knew. He had flown right to Los Angeles after he left us that afternoon, because of some important papers Kenneth had to have for his business negotiations out there.
He was "clean". We could not accuse him without involving ourselves even more. I thought that all Ken wanted was to be the one male in a flock of Lesbians. But he was much smarter than that. His "anonymous" tips to the newspapers and police ruled Cissy and me out of Kenneth's will. We were not even allowed back in the estate in Westchester.
Ken is now full heir to his father's millions. Cissy, Lisette and I are living in the Village, selling our bodies to both sexes.
Tomorrow is another day.