Chapter 1
TERRI LOVED TO BE ABUSED!
Again, he lowered his almost naked body on top of hers; drawing back the waistband of his shorts so that the length of his dick soared out from its encasement. Terri was still wearing her own panties, but they were now in such a state of disorder that she might have been completely naked for all the use they were to her.
Don quickly stripped them down the girl's legs, using his foot to thrust the skimpy bundle of silk over her ankles. Blissfully, she let him do whatever he wished; spreading her beautifully white thighs so that her open hole was fully exposed to the man's erection.
He fondled her legs, taking his time over the caress so that every inch of Terri's supple limbs was given a massage by his expert hands. . . .
Everybody in the room was naked. There were men, women, and even girls, if anyone wanted to insist that twenty-one was still the age at which legal or social maturity began. A full-bodied young redhead performed a wildly erotic dance in the middle of the floor of the huge living room in the Long Island mansion. A majority of the group seemed to be quite wrapped up in her performance. Yet, there were a few couples and trios who were too preoccupied with their own forms of more personal eroticism.
"I feel dizzy," Terri Foster said, but she tried desperately to keep her eyes focused on the dancing redhead.
"Leave the whiskey alone for a while, Doris Tarleton suggested, nakedly embracing the beautiful young blonde and licking her nipples. "Here ... let's pinch clits while we watch Myrna dance. I think I'm going to . . ."
"Good evening, fair ladies!" Tommy Stafford, the top-rated TV talk show host, eased his bulky, but not fat, body at the side of the younger, more charming and sexually notorious Terri Foster. "There's nothing that makes my cock rise faster than to see you two beauties together. Go ahead, Doris. Keep sucking her tit. Ill suck this one over here."
"It feels good. You both feel good," the voluptuous young Terri admitted with a sigh. "I wish I could have five naked bodies working on me while I watch Myrna dance. Oh, look at the way she tortures herself! Both hands tearing her desperate cunt right apart! She must be mad for relief. Oh ... it make me dizzy. I feel funny. I ... I feel like something's going to happen tonight. I'm afraid, scared. I know it sounds foolish, but the tension. Doris? Will it happen now ... or will I have to wait all night for it to suddenly spring at me?"
"Lay off the grass, baby," Tommy suggested, snatching the roach from her hand and grinding it out in an ash tray. "The pace you live at should make you dizzy. But take it easy now. Let's watch Myrna sex herself some more. Then ... if Doris doesn't mind, I have a big, hard prick in my hand that would like to go into that hot hole with all the gooey juice in it. I don't mind seconds, baby. How many cocks have you had tonight? Two? Three?"
"She's too bemused by Myrna's sex dance, I think," the dykish but attractive Doris told Tommy, reaching across the lap of her favorite femme to grasp the famous TV personality's penis and massage it gently. "And I've invited two delightfully sexy International airline stewardesses to join us as soon as they get off their flight. One's a delicious German girl. Terri will be pretty well occupied, I'm afraid."
"Yeah?" Tommy Stafford was quite a braggart, and he could never resign himself to the idea that any female would turn down his lovemaking in preference to the company of another female. He delighted in threesomes with two girls, and was fascinated when he observed two women making love. But he could never understand why any sexy female would turn down his lovemaking.
Terri, the outstandingly beautiful and successful young
"sex-look" fashion designer, was in another world. She was deeply troubled, but, nevertheless, responded with sighs and soft moans to the handling of her body by Tommy and Doris. Her eyes left the gyrating, sexually hysterical Myrna for a moment. They shifted around the room, still in focus enough to make out the faces of a few friends, and fellow orgy lovers, in the dimly lighted surroundings. There were Jack and Carole, switched with another couple. Don Glenn, another very well-known tr personality, was going down on a teenage swimwear model instead of watching the dance.
A bizarre smile crossed Terri's face as she observed the actor's mouth slavishly licking away at the open pussy of the highly sexed young girl. Terri had been with both of them, but not at the same time. She wondered if Don had tied her up and beaten her yet ... and, if the teenager had scratched her fingernails over his buttocks until blood was drawn, kicked his sides and stomach and made him cry.
There were other familiar faces in the crowd, of course, and Terri had already been with two of the men and one of the women, in addition to Doris. With those memories going through her dreamy mind, Terri concentrated her look upon Myrna, still engaged in her frantic, corybantic sex dance. It was especially stimulating to watch the girl because less than a half hour before, Terri had been doing just about everything possible that two woman could do, and her partner had been Myrna.
The sexually potent redhead in the middle of the floor had been clawing wildly at her own cunt, in a strangely weird tempo that synchronized with the rhythm of the jungle-type music pouring from a set of stereo speakers surrounding the walls of the room. Myrna called out in wild screams, "Ah-ah! Oh-Oh! Fuck me! I have to have it! Eat me! Suck Me! Rape me! Ah-ah! Argh-gha!"
And then her despairing voice would give way to incoherent shrieks and mumbles. Saliva would drool from her mouth, occasionally splatting on the tempestuous hands that probed at her splendidly, red-haired pussy. The ringers of both hands were stuffed into her secreting vulva, and it was clear that they were each working at some sensitive spot of her inner flesh.
Myrna was a fantastically erotic woman, even when fully dressed and in quite "proper" surroundings. She was twenty-five years old, married to a British film director, who featured her in many of his movies for the American market, and was a totally sexual being both physically and in personality.
The tempting redhead was about five-foot-four and weighed 133 pounds, but every inch of it was firm and smooth. Her measurements, as Terri and almost all of the group knew, were 38D-25-38. Her huge breasts were built close to her body and the swollen nipples (which she kept in a constant state of excitement by pinching them, even through her brassiere and in fairly public places) were an inflamed red that almost matched the color of her long red hair that she flipped over her shoulder, then back to cover a breast during her wild dance.
"Tommy!" Terri begged breathlessly to the handsome, curly headed blonde TV personality at her left. "Tommy ... put your hand in my cunt, too. I want to feel as crazy as Myrna does. That ... that's it. Pull and scratch from that side, like Doris is doing from the right. Oh! Oh, that's good, Tommy. I'll let you ... eat me later."
"You better," he whispered, still able to maintain his professional sense of humor, "I've saved you for dessert."
"Ya! Ya ha! Yow! Fuck!" the erotically tortured nympho Myrna screamed, slapping loudly each of her big rounded buttocks and making them jiggle wildly to the delight of the impassioned spectators. "The rope! The rope! Get the rope, Ward!"
Her husband, a slim and hairy man wearing a giant erection and nothing more, produced a coil of very heavy hemp rope from a closet and nudged his way through to the inside of the circle of viewers. He looked past Myrna and spotted Don Glenn, who acknowledged his gesture. Ward then tossed one end of the two inch thick rope to him.
"Eat me now, Tommy," Terri whispered, moving both his and Doris' hands from her cunt. "Eat me hard, Tommy ... like you're chewing a piece of tough liver. Eat my lips ... the ones inside. ... "
In the middle of the floor, Myrna had straddled the rope that was now held taut by her husband and Don. It bit into her open pussy and the lips actually closed around the rough, hemp, docking rope. The two men began to pull back and forth with all their might, torturously rubbing the rope through her open and raw sex parts at least two feet at a time!
"I'm afraid I couldn't take that," Terri commented, looking down to see the TV host slavishly licking her pussy dry of its copious secretions and holding Doris' head to her breast. "Tommy ... you can nibble on my clit a little harder though. You're nice and gentle ... too nice and gentle."
"Bitch!" Doris mumbled loudly, then sucked Tern's nipple between her teeth and bore down until the younger girl screamed. "I'm going to have you all alone again, and very soon, Terri. I want you too badly for myself."
"You seem to enjoy yourself at the parties," Terri remarked after the pain in her nipple had eased. "After all, these two sexy young stewardesses have been your lovers too. And so many others."
"But I like to have a few little private sessions with you, darling."
Terri almost ignored Doris as she was rapidly building up to another orgasm from Tommy's expert sucking and licking of her pussy. She looked down at his husky body sprawled on the floor so uncomfortably, just so that he could be in the best position to suck and eat her. What was it, Terri tried to recall, that Doris had once said about Tommy? Among the more sophisticated and swinging sex groups, he was known as the best and most eager "eater" there was. He was not necessarily homosexual, but he sucked some of the men's pricks when the women ganged up against him and refused him, just so they could watch him do a man.
And then, Terri remembered what Doris had said, "I think Tommy could have an orgasm from licking and sucking on doorknobs, if he'd ever try it." And perhaps he could, but it would be a lucky doorknob, Terri mused. Then she closed her thighs rather cruelly, holding his head vise-like and pushing it farther into her insatiable crotch.
Terri was becoming delirious with passion, demanding more and more orgasms until she would hit the "peak" climax that was still never quite enough. In thinking over her former statement, she told herself that she was wrong. Terri could easily enjoy the strong, rough, thick hemp rope being dragged back and forth with upward pressure between her legs.
Her eyes were still highly stimulated by viewing Myrna as the rope kept biting through her crotch. The redheaded nympho then grasped the rope just in front of her pussy, and leaned backwards. Her big breasts moved and jiggled, but with such a quality of shimmering firmness that Terri gasped with the desire to be able to suck them and fondle them at that very moment. As Tommy's tongue continued its ceaseless licking inside her vulva, his head trapped, a new idea occurred to Terri.
"Doris ... Doris!" she panted to the woman who was sucking her right tit so enthusiastically. "Suck Tommy's cock, Doris! Look ... the poor boy's going to jack himself off unless you do."
"Yes," Doris replied, letting Terri's swollen nipple fall from her sensual lips, as she looked up into the girl's face with a knowing smile. "Yes, darling. I'll suck it off. And I know you want to watch too, Terri."
"And you know what else I want, Doris," Terri said with a sigh as she watched Myrna's latest maneuver.
"Yes ... I'll do that, too," Doris assured her, then licked her way down Terri's and Tommy's bodies until she could turn his hips sideways and take the throbbing cock in her mouth.
After Myrna had grasped the rope in front of her with one hand, she reached back to separate completely the two huge globes of her ass, which had a shimmy motion not unlike that of her fleshy breasts. She then put both hands on the rope in front of her, but did not disturb it's movement, using the slack of her arms to let it continue its back and forth trip through her crotch.
But she also leaned backward now so that the rope was rubbing painfully across her ass crease and her puff-lipped anus, which Terri had previously discovered to be one of the most erogenous areas of her exciting body. Myrna tensed and screamed at the new sensations, which produced a complementary desire in Terri.
"Tommy! My ass-hole! My ass!" the young fashion designer cried out, adding, "Doris! Move up closer ... over toward me. I want your ass!'
like a virtual slave, Tommy immediately brought his right hand under Terri's churning buttocks. Using his thumb and fingers, he pried the firm cheeks apart and searched out the little rimmed hole with his index finger. Perspiration provided all the lubrication needed for him to slip one (and then two) fingers deeply into Terri's anus.
The simultaneous cry of joy from Terri and the sensation of Doris' liquid lips closing over his throbbing cock and taking it suckingly into her mouth, was almost enough to make him explode in orgasm. But the husky TV star slowed his movements and thought intensely about the sad day that he attended his maternal grandmother's funeral, and he managed to keep from "blowing it."
Terri looked at Doris' taut and sleekly rounded buttocks that pushed toward her hips at her right side. The globes were smaller than Myrna's or those of many other females she had known sexually, but their shape had a certain intimate preciousness of its own. As she watched Myrna continue and saw the rope glisten with the secretions from her super-stimulated crotch, Terri smoothed her hands across Doris' buttocks and reveled in the incessant licking of her clit and inner lips by the insatiable Tommy.
She wanted to reach a zenith of excitement tonight, to literally drive out the ominous feelings that had been so illogically haunting her. And, Terri realized, Jack was right when he told her that she paced her life too fast, drinking and using marijuana, LSD, hashish. If she could cease the craving for the high of escape that drugs and liquor gave her, life would be so much more enjoyable, she thought. Sexual experiences? Terri could never give up her excessive sexual behavior. But without the drugs, the liquor ... would the sought-after orgasms be as intense? Would they be more intense and satisfying? Or, as a psychologist lover she once had told her, did she really need the drugs and liquor to let herself go?
It seemed almost like the question of "Which came first? The chicken or the egg?" And Terri fought to keep the disturbing thoughts out of her mind and to concentrate on the thrills of the flesh that were, in truth, affecting all of her senses. The sense of touch was the most important, of course, with her clit and inner lips being expertly tongued and lipped by Tommy as she dug her fingers down between the cheeks of Doris' ass and titillated the woman's juicy slit, then penetrated her tight anus again.
The sense of seeing was also adequately taken care of by her being able to watch Tommy and Doris, particularly the wild sucking of the hefty man's cock. Then too, the unfinished madness of Myrna's nymphomaniac demonstration as she screamed and cried in orgasm with the rope digging into her cunt and ass-hole, was an experience in itself ... just to be able to see it.
The sense of hearing provided a more subtle, but necessary complement to everything else. The loud sucking noises that Doris insisted upon when eating a cock, the equally sensual "slurps" of Tommy's tongue in her crotch, the orgasmic gasps and hedonistic sighs all around the spinning room-these too added to the zenith of stimulation that Terri craved.
For the moment, the sense of taste was only a savory memory, but there was that lingering essence on Terri's tongue, and the promise of more crotches, both male and female that she would taste before the night was over. Male ejaculate tasted wonderful to Terri. But the promise of sucking the cunts of two lovely and young airline stewardesses, psyched her idea of the taste. Terri did like to suck out the female secretions of a sexually healthy girl or woman and welcome it like nectar of the gods.
Smell? That is the fifth sense, and all Terri needed do was to inhale deeply. The smell, the stimulatingly erotic odor of the crotches, mouths and other secreting and perspiring erogenous zones of everyone around her aroused her nostrils! She inhaled deeply and tried to imagine the act that went along with each odor. There was the pungent aroma of unwashed and overused pussy. There was the slightly salty fume of male ejaculate that teased her to want to taste and swallow. Terri was in the process of achieving total fulfillment! But, as with Myrna, who still screamed and cried as the hemp rope gouged into her most sensitive sex parts, was it enough?
"Ah-ah! Ag-ha!" Myrna screamed so loudly that her voice almost silenced the room immediately. She was suddenly helping the men by thrusting the big rope faster and faster through her tortured cunt. Terri and the others gasped, one young girl screamed. There was blood on the rope! "Com ... ing! Ya-ah! Oh, fuck! I'm ... coming! Thank God. At last! No ... don't stop ... just a few more ... rubs...."
The masochistically exhibitionistic climax of the redheaded nymphomaniac sent shudders through most of the crowd. Although many would never dream of actually craving such punishment themselves or, conversely, hurting someone else, they could receive a detached thrill from watching it. They could equate with Myrna and Ward or Don to a certain degree and receive an emphatic sensation that, along with their own activities of the moment, forced them to orgasm.
These were not normal people in the sense of their sexual desires and performances being socially acceptable. Their demands were far more excessive, variant, and even highly perverted, than those of the average. They had come to this gathering-as they had gone to many more, and would continue to attend others in the future-because they were the new breed of swingers-orgiasts, bisexuals, homosexuals, and oral and anal erotics, nymphomaniacs and satyrs. Their erotic excesses, in many instances, were their very raison d'etre!
As Myrna's screeching orgasm still echoed around the big room, Terri pressed her hips tightly to Doris', then used her right hand to squash her lovely ass-cheeks together until the cleavage looked almost like two ripe melons in some giant vise that was tightening them together. But quickly, she slipped her fingers between that cleavage, as the release of her hand caused the orbs to suddenly reshape themselves into round fullness, and sought out Doris' sensitive clit.
In addition to just the tip of her finger, Terri used her long nail to scratch and claw at the vital dot, thus creating such an orgasm within the oversexed Doris that she sucked faster and more vigorously on Tommy's pulsing cock, as the man concentrated his stiffened tongue tip's incessant friction against Terri's tough little clit. At the same time, he received a great deal of lasting relief and pleasure by the way Doris kept her mouth on his cock as he let go vigorously with his heavy load of come. She ceased her back and forth movements, merely sucking and letting her mouth fill with the gooey cream until the young man's cock was literally swimming in its own juices.
Terri pushed her pelvis farther down and surrounded his head with her thighs once more, and managed a very sensual up and down movement of her ass. Her fingers remained in Doris' slot, deep beneath the crease of her buttocks, until she could sense that Tommy had drained his balls in the woman's mouth. Then she brought her hand upward, letting her fingers play along the slot of Doris' cunt, across the short bit of flesh underneath, and then probed the throbbing ass-hole of her impatient Lesbian lover.
"Now, darling!" Terri sang out as the prolonged orgasm continued to send waves of thrills throughout her sex-hungry body. "I want it now, Doris! I want it from you!"
The older woman was more than ready to move away from the exciting, but temporary, pleasures of cock-sucking. She let it slide from her lips, but kept her mouth tightly closed. She twisted her body around until her face was next to Terri's, her cheeks puffed from the dammed flow of liquid male juices she had just received.
"Give it all to me, darling," Terri requested in a husky, panting, breathy voice. "Don't you dare take a drop."
With that, Terri fastened her liquid lips to Doris' and began to suck the delicious fluids from her mouth, still keeping Tommy's face and his licking tongue trapped in her crotch. And when she had swallowed the bulk of her "sexual nectar," Terri invaded Doris' willing mouth with her long, almost serpentine tongue, and began to vigorously lick and explore every surface, straining away the last remnants of male fluids, and continuing until the distinctive taste of Doris' saliva dominated.
But they did not stop their kiss. Oh, no. It was far too delightful a sensation for both of them. The slightly older Doris pushed Terri's tongue into her own mouth and performed her invasion. She let her tongue slide between Terri's teeth and lips, then delved farther inside to probe the roof of her mucous mouth and the area beneath the tongue. Soon, both of their mouths were open, and they languorously "lolled" their tongues around each others', experiencing very subtle spasms of mini-orgasms. Tommy still licked Terri's insatiable crotch. Terri fondled and pinched at Doris' slippery clit.