Chapter 5
As he had the day before, Neubarth awoke to an empty room. This time, however, he didn't wait for his mind to clear, but got up from the sofa and walked unsteadily to the front door. Once outside, he had to narrow his eyes to compensate for the piercing sunlight. It was very hot. He judged it to be the middle of the afternoon. Luckily, his car was sitting just in front of him, across the street. As he walked over to it, the events of the evening before flashed through his mind like the separate components of an abstract painting. He tried to stop the flow of thought, and finally forced his mind into more conventional channels. The degrading events of the past two nights must be forgotten, he decided.
Upon opening the car door, he saw a woman slouched against the opposite side of the vehicle. After he got in, he saw that it was Louise. She lay crumpled up against the passenger's door, her head thrown back upon the sill of the car window, breathing stertorously. Her skirt was rumpled up about her waist, and her legs were spread, revealing that she wore no pants. Neubarth saw her black-haired pubic area gaping open. He pulled her skirt down to over her genitals and then started the car. As he pulled away, he decided to arrange to have her automobile picked up later.
When he arrived home, he carried the still unconscious Louise into the house, then into their bedroom, and dropped her on the bed. He went back into the living room and collapsed upon the sofa. He slept for several hours.
Neubarth was dreaming of a secluded meadow, through which a sunlit stream ran swiftly. He saw himself running beside the flowing water, and he was conscious of feeling very happy, when he heard Farley's voice crying "Dad," as though from a considerable distance. He looked around for his son, but could see him nowhere. Then he opened his eyes to see Farley bending over him and looking at him concernedly.
"Dad! Where have you and Mom been?" the boy asked.
Neubarth swung his feet to the floor and sat there for a moment, trying to collect his senses before he replied. He thrust his fingers into the sockets of his eyes and rubbed the swollen orbs, then told Farley that he and Louise had been called to the bedside of a sick friend. He didn't bother to fabricate any more details, but stopped any further questioning by asking Farley if he had been all right in their absence.
"Oh, yeah," the boy answered, his tone suggesting to Neubarth that he was satisfied with his father's hastily concocted story. "Grandmother stayed here. She fixed dinner for me and everything." Farley went to his room, and Neubarth got up and went back into the bedroom. He tugged at Louise's shoulder, and she awoke with a start. Her eyes were blank, devoid of any cognizance.
"Get up, Louise," Neubarth said in his old authoritarian tone of voice. "It's about time for supper." He paused. "We're going to act as though the last couple of nights never happened. Our lives will return to normality, and these recent episodes will never be spoken of!" He proclaimed the last two sentences through clenched teeth, and then left the room without waiting for any reply from Louise. As he returned to his seat on the sofa, he heard the splatter of shower water begin.
At the evening meal they all sat in silence, though Farley did remark about the tastiness of the meatloaf. Neubarth had several helpings. He wondered about his hunger, but then realized that he had had nothing to eat for the better part of the last two days. They finished, and all retired to the living room. The TV was clicked on, and all three of them watched the flickering tube with mindless absorption. It was a normal evening at the Neubarth home, and the Professor himself felt very confident that he would be able to blot out the recent almost disastrous happenings.
The next morning, Farley went off to school as usual, but Neubarth instructed Louise to call the Dean for him and get him relieved from the day's teaching assignments. He felt a little woozy, and he attributed the faintly nauseous sensations to a delayed reaction to the party's excesses. Secretly, he knew that he was staying away from the campus because he did not want to run into either Marnie or Rhadaman until he had had time to reach irreversible decisions regarding the two. He was certain that he could muster up enough courage to put them both from his thoughts, and even from his attention. He would speak to neither of them ever again, he decided. Yes, that would definitely be best. He felt a power, a flowing through his veins once again, and his old disciplined resolve burning freshly in his brain. He stayed in bed the rest of the week, mentally cementing his resolve, while Louise tended dutifully to his needs. She spoke very rarely to him, and when she did, she refused to look directly into his eyes. He decided that she was ashamed, and indeed, he thought, she should be.
Neubarth returned to his classroom duties to begin conducting the spring final exams. The Dean gave him a mild dressing down for his extended absence, chiefly because Neubarth had far exceeded his allotted sick leave. But Neubarth received the rebuke obsequiously, and then put it from his mind. He conducted most of his final examinations as he always had, but in his American Literature class, he noticed that Marnie was absent on the day of the test. He felt a certain warmth for her still, though he would not admit this to himself. Instead of failing her for the course, he noted "incomplete" in his gradebook. This would at least give her a chance to make up the work at a later date, he rationalized, thinking himself to be a generous soul. Neubarth told the Dean that, as usual, he would be available for summer school teaching, and then he and his family left for the mountains for a little vacation before the summer session began.
Once they had established themselves in the lake cabin owned by a friend, Neubarth settled down to enjoy a week's peace and rest. Farley fished daily from the long pier that extended into the deep blue lake water, and Louise contented herself with basking in the sun beside the lapping water. Neubarth went swimming once or twice, but for the most part he spent his days comfortably seated in an old redwood chair, feeling the warm sunshine fall soothingly upon his uptilted face.
They left the lake house at the end of the week, all of them feeling rested by the brief sojourn away from the active atmosphere of the town. Neubarth would have liked to stay longer, but duty called. He would start teaching the next Monday. And Farley had to get started at his summer job of clerking in a local ice cream store. Besides, Victor Jr. was to be home very soon, and all of the family was anxious to see him again after his nine months at college.
As they drove into the driveway at home, they saw Junior's low-slung sports car parked in the carport; He was home early. Neubarth, Louise, and Farley all ran to see him.
"Hi! Mom, Dad, and how are you doing, kid!" Victor Jr. said with a wide grin as they entered and found him sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer.
Looking upon his eldest son, Neubarth was conscious of a great deal of paternal pride. The boy had gained weight while he was away. He looked older, and somehow, more masculine than he had before he had gone away. He affected a beard now, and though Neubarth usually had expressed disapproval of such adornment, he had to admit that the well-groomed Vandyke added to Junior's general appearance.
At dinner that evening, all of the family laughed and joked with complete abandon. Louise was her old, bubbly self, and Farley was obvious in the adoration he felt for his older brother. Neubarth was happy. The future looked bright and hopeful.
He began teaching the first of the week. He taught two classes — History of the English Language and Contemporary Literature. He felt vaguely disappointed that Marnie had enrolled in neither of his classes. He realized that even thinking about the girl was in contradiction to his former vow never to even consider her or Rhadaman again. But the thought of Marnie was there, and he could only hope that his concern for her would die in time.
The summer days went by slowly and pleasantly. One evening, Junior asked Neubarth to pick him up at a friend's apartment, situated near the creek that wound through the outskirts of town. Neubarth read until the time that he was to go out for Junior. As he walked out to his car, he made amental note to encourage the boy to fix his car, and relieve him of these pickup duties. He drove out of town slowly, thinking that he should also try to persuade his son to obtain some sort of worthwhile summer pursuit. A job or something would be a lot better than just drinking beer all the time with his friends, and staying out till all hours. Neubarth realized that he didn't even know who these friends were.
He pulled up in front of a shaded little cottage set back from the road. The place looked like the one that Junior had described to him. He walked up to the door and knocked loudly. A female voice yelled out, "Come in!" and Neubarth entered to see a girl and a young man stretched out side by side on the couch. The girl had apparently been expecting someone else, for after seeing Neubarth in the doorway she pulled down at her skirt, which had been gathered up about the tops of her thighs, and then got up and greeted him a little shamefacedly while hurriedly buttoning the front of her dress. The young man stayed in his reclining position and glowered at the newcomer. The girl had long blonde hair and a full, ripening body. Neubarth thought she looked familiar.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, miss," Neubarth said. "I'm here to pick up Victor Neubarth. Is he here?"
The girl looked at Neubarth as though she recognized him. Her uneasy manner disappeared, and she smiled broadly up at him as she told him that Victor was swimming with some other people just down the road.
"You can't miss it, Professor," she said with a grin, then turned and lay back down on the couch beside the young man. "It's only about a hundred yards away." Her voice was choked off at the end of the sentence as the young man rolled her on to her back and pressed his mouth against hers.
As he opened the door to go out, Neubarth glanced back to see the young man's hand sliding up the blonde girl's leg, rumpling her skirt as it moved, to finally expose her tanned thigh and the ruffle at her panties, just as he closed the door behind him.
Neubarth stepped out onto the road, and began to walk along towards the sounds of shouting he heard a short distance away. It seemed to him that the young couple should have showed more respect when he was in their presence. By embracing as he was leaving, they had shown themselves to be most rude, he decided. Without any warning the identity of the blonde girl came to him. He realized with a shock that she had been at the party at Beatrice Holman's that night. The athletic girl who had walked on her hands, and then had had her privates used as a drinking trough by her companion. Yes, that was she, he thought. Then she had given him that look of recognition because she remembered him, and his shameful acts, from the party. Neubarth's mind was in a disturbed and unsettled state as he saw on his left a widening of the creek. The whiteness of splashed water glowed in the night, brought about by the many people who were laughing and screaming with delight as they cast themselves into the darkness of the swimming hole.
Neubarth stepped down carefully onto the wet mud of the creek bank. He looked out over the surface of the water and tried to pick out Junior from among the people who frolicked there. He was surprised to see that some of the revelers were without bathing suits. The nude bodies of young men and girls glittered in the moonlight. He became vaguely excited, and even more so when a young couple clambered up the side of the bank to come to a halt before him. They acted as though he weren't there, and Neubarth's eyes caught the darkness at the girl's pubic area, which contrasted with the lightness of her shimmering wet skin. Water dripped from the tips of her out-thrust breasts, and ran in flat rivulets down over the rounded contours of her body. The young man laughed and held her closely to him. His flaccid penis pressed against the low mound of her belly. They both broke into loud laughter as the boy spoke into the girl's ear, and then they dove into the churning pool, one after the other. Neubarth felt dizzy. He sat down on the bank and let his face fall into his hands. Is there no escape from this sensuality? he wondered.
There was a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Junior smiling down at him.
"This is kinda wild, isn't it, Dad?" the boy said. "You been watching this long?"
"No!" Neubarth said as he got to his feet. "Now let's go home."
"Hey wait a minute, Dad. There's someone here I'd like you to meet." Junior pulled someone out of the shadows to stand directly before his father. The girl looked up at Neubarth as he looked down at her. Their preparatory smiles faded as they recognized each other. "I'd like you to meet Marnie Croft, Dad. We just met this evening, and we kinda hit it off." The grinning youth put his arm around the suddenly sober-faced girl.
Neubarth stammered out a "Hello," and Marnie muttered something in reply. She wore only panties and her distinctively huge bra, and Junior had on only his undershorts. Neubarth saw the girl's breathing accelerate and cause the massive risings of her breasts to rise and fall frantically beneath the bra.
"Let's go, Junior," Neubarth said as he turned and shakily began the climb out onto the road. But someone stood directly in his path. Professor Neubarth ran into him, apologized, and had started to step around him when he felt an iron clutch on his coat sleeve.
"Come on, Professor, surely you don't want to leave already, not when the fun's just beginning," the shadowy figure said. And Neubarth knew that voice. He looked up fearfully to gaze into the dark caverns of Ted Rhadaman's eyes.
"Get away from me, Rhadaman!" Neubarth yelled as he tried to shoulder his way past the youth. Rhadaman retained his grip however, and flung Neubarth back down the sloping bank. He fell onto the seat of his pants, and Junior came running up, full of concern.
"Did you hurt yourself, Dad?" the boy asked in a sympathetic tone. "Did you trip, or what?"
Neubarth was about to tell his son that Rhadaman had attacked him, and then watch the boy settle his account with that evil specter from the recent past. But he remembered Rhadaman's power over him, and his almost supernatural powers of persuasion. He quickly decided that it certainly would not be the act of a loving father to attempt to persuade his son to engage in combat in his stead. Especially with Rhadaman, whose strange and corruptive influence even he did not understand. He got to his feet slowly, and brushed as much of the mud as he could from his clothing.
"Yes, I tripped, Junior. I'm all right."
Rhadaman had come down the side of the bank, and now stood between Junior and Marnie. Flames leaped in his eyes, even in the nearly complete darkness, and looking into them, Neubarth realized that there was no fire nearby for them to reflect.
"Well, let's all go swimming," Rhadaman said, and then reached out and unclasped the hooks at the back of Marnie's bra. "But without these phony hindrances, eh?"
The girl recoiled from his touch and tried to hold the unfastened garment against her breasts. But Junior, in a burst of enthusiasm for Rhadaman's suggestion, climbed rapidly out of his shorts and then asked Marnie to follow suit. She was embarrassed, but rather than appear prudish, she reluctantly doffed the bra and then pulled down her panties. Neubarth couldn't keep his eyes from her emerging flesh. Her breasts glowed like dim beacons in the darkness, and the skin of her thighs and belly shone with what looked like an interior light. Marnie looked up to see Neubarth eyeing her hungrily. She gave him a swift smile, and then took Junior's arm and they both turned and walked to the water's edge. Their buttocks winked like fluorescent pillows in the night. They both dove in with shouts of merriment, and joined the milling youngsters already swimming about.
"Take off your clothes, Professor," said Rhadaman from where he stood at Neubarth's side. "Let's cool off a bit, huh?"
Neubarth didn't look at him. He was too engrossed in Marnie's sleek body, which lay spread-eagled upon the surface of the creek as she floated serenely on her back. Her breasts were splayed to either side, and the darker nipples were visible from where Neubarth stood. Her body undulated with the current of the stream, and he saw her dark pubic patch, like an inkblot against her milk-white thighs, bounce up teasingly as the water beneath her moved past in its flow. Neubarth's mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. With a gasp of excitement he pulled his clothes off, and completely nude, stumbled down to the edge of the creek. As he dove, he heard Rhadaman's high, bestial laughter ring out loudly.
Neubarth struck the water, and the shock of the cold stream slammed against his senses like a hammer. He stayed under the surface for a moment, feeling the stinging sensation in his belly and legs that told him that he had bellyflopped. He stroked out in what he thought was Marnie's direction, keeping underwater. Finally, when he was out of breath, he surfaced to see, about a foot in front of his face, a pair of jutting breasts, nipples erect from the cold. The girl's face above them grinned at him. Neubarth had never seen her before, but suddenly he forgot about Marnie, and his general lust took over as he grabbed the girl's hard teat in his mouth and encircled her with his arms. She laughed joyously, and they both sank below the surface of the pond.
Presently she fought her way free and stroked to the top. When Neubarth appeared beside her, she gave him an intent look.
"Want some action, daddy?" she said. "Then follow me." She stroked towards the far edge of the swimming hole, and upon reaching shallow water, climbed out onto the gravel. Neubarth churned the water furiously in pursuit, and came out upon the gravel just as she was climbing up the bank. He stumbled after her, and began to climb the steep slope just behind her waving buttocks. He saw the muscles in her long, driving legs ripple with the exertion of the climb, and from where he was, he could see the wet hairs of her pubic beard sticking out below and behind her pulsating buttocks. He moved faster, and, getting up right behind her, stuck his hand through her spread thighs and cupped the damply warm mound of her sex.
"Heeheeheehee!" she exploded, and whirled around to place her bare foot against his chest and shove him down. He slid partly down the slope, but immediately clambered upright again and began to climb even faster. The girl, meanwhile, had reached the top, and Neubarth looked up to see her standing in silhouette against the dark trees. Her feet were wide apart and her hands were on her hips. With the grove as backdrop, and with her being completely nude, she made Neubarth think of a member of some extinct cult of ancient warrior-women.
"Well, come on up, you lewd old bastard!" she shouted down to him.
Neubarth made the mud fly in his haste to gain the summit. Reaching it, he saw that she was gone. He looked around him and then saw the white flash of her flesh among the trees of a little thicket to his left. He hurried after her, though he had to stop occasionally to pick thorns out of his bare feet. He came upon her as she stood against a tree, looking towards him expectantly. Neubarth caught his breath at the loveliness of the girl's nakedness. The darkness of her two nipples and the shadow of dripping hair at her groin formed a perfect triangle of sexual delights. He ran to her, his penis already rising into an erect staff. She waited until he was almost upon her and, giggling gleefully, darted behind the tree and dodged away through the undergrowth. He set out in pursuit, following the ethereal whiteness of her quivering rear through the trees.
She hid behind tree trunks and boulders, but he always found her, and then she ran off again, continuing to laugh like a delighted child. After a little while, Neubarth's breath grew dangerously short, but luckily for him, she stumbled over a root, and he put all his remaining strength into the chase, and threw himself upon her back. She shrieked with gaiety and squirmed beneath him, but he held fast and, panting like a pack mule, turned her over and let his full weight rest upon her. He fastened his mouth to hers and tasted the sweetness of stream water as their tongues swished around inside each other. Groans of excitement bubbled up out of her opened lips and she flung her arms around him and held him tightly. Her legs spread open slowly. Neubarth dropped his head and sucked at her rigid nipple, then moved to the other, all the while working the heavy flesh of her breasts with his hands. She began to snort out, "Put it in me! Put it in me!" while lifting her hips to meet his. Neubarth scooted downward, letting his tongue run down between her breasts and over the slight elevation of her belly. He stuck his tongue into her navel and she heaved in bodily reply. He gathered the damp hairs of her crotch between his teeth and plucked at them, then slid his face lower and, clutching each of her thighs, lifted her lower body like an oversize chalice, and drank from the hot grotto between her legs. As he stuck his tongue into the lubricated channel of her sex, he heard her groans of passion as though from a distance. He decided it was time.
Neubarth pulled his face away from the girl's spread and dripping vagina, and planted his mouth upon hers again, while situating his stiff, pulsing organ above the opening of her sex and thrusting downward. He penetrated with great ease and began to pump, while she returned the movements frantically. He felt her nails digging into his back, and heard her yell out obscenities as he worked on her.
"Pump, pump, pump, you son of a bitch! Eeeeeeeee! More, more!" she shouted in an almost incoherent voice. Her body was bouncing off the ground now, and her yells changed from obscenities to what sounded like prayerful screams in another language. He began to be concerned about whether or not the others would hear her and come up into the thicket to investigate. He moaned loudly and climaxed with a chain of convulsive shudders. The girl felt the hot bolts of his ejaculation shoot deep into her vitals, and she bounced even more frenetically, shouting, "Oh there it is! Ooooooo! Keep going! Keep going!"
Neubarth did his best to satisfy her yelled request, but soon his strength waned, and he was forced to stop his movement. She pumped on, nevertheless, continuing to score his shoulders and back with her fingernails, gibbering like a madwoman all the while. After a few minutes of being buffeted about by her gyrating body, Neubarth reached back and broke her grasp on his flesh, then wriggled free. He stood up and began to walk away. He had gone only a few paces when he heard a series of grunts just behind him that made him think of a pack of rabid wild pigs. He spun on his heel to see the girl charging at him, her hair wild and disheveled and her eyes like those of a creature from hell. He was paralyzed by her maniacal expression, and just before she struck him, he saw her two breasts swinging madly with the ferocity of her rush. The jerking nipples looked like eyes in the face of one gone berserk. She hit him at the knees and they both went down in the leaves.
The girl landed expertly on top of him, and though he struggled to gain his feet, she used her weight to keep him pinioned to the ground. In one movement of considerable quickness she pushed her face against his genitals and grasped his semilimp penis between her white teeth. She began to move her mouth up and down the organ's shank, biting down on it enough to cause pain when he struggled. To prevent being emasculated, Neubarth finally resigned himself to the girl's frantic ministrations. The intensity of her lips' suction eventually reawakened his tired member, and he felt himself becoming stiffly erect again. He heard her snorting like a blubbering sea beast. Finally, he felt the rising pressure of impending orgasm, and as the milky fluid gushed out of him and into her ready mouth, he clutched at her shoulders in ecstasy and shouted in a loud voice.
After this second sexual climax, Neubarth's bodily tension collapsed utterly. He went as limp as an emptied tube, oblivious to the girl's continued attempts to arouse him. Finally, she ceased her oral activity and sat up. Neubarth looked up at her and saw her eyes upon him. Her breasts stood out defiantly, and he watched them rise and fall with her labored breathing.
"How long before you'll be ready to go again, man?" She asked in a threateningly low voice.
He gazed back into her fiery eyes, not believing that she could be serious. She got up and stood spread-eagled above him, then began to stroke the dark pelt between her legs, while continuing to stare down at him.
"Don't you want some more of this?" she asked. "Surely you're not through already. I'm certainly not." She inserted three of her fingers into the wet crevice, and moved them rapidly about, while fondling one of her rigid nipples with the other hand.
"Haven't you had enough?" Neubarth gasped out.
"I've never had enough, man," she said between moans of excitement.
She flopped back onto the ground and began to hump violently, her fingers rotating within the cavern of her sex like a butter churn. She began to shout the shrill foreign-sounding phmses again. Neubarth watched her wildly jerking form, and he thought of her as some sex-obsessed Valkyrie, cast down from Valhalla for an offense against the gods.
After what seemed like a long time, her movements subsided, and her statuesque body lay relatively still, though she continued to pant loudly.
Neubarth still lay quietly, trying to gather his strength so that he could escape from this human dynamo. He heard whispering back in the trees to his left. He sat up and looked in the direction of the sound to see a brief glimmer of whiteness in the dark. It must be a nude body, he thought. Some of the swimmers investigating the screams of passion. The whispering came nearer, to finally halt about fifteen feet away. He detected the voice of a young man, and then that of a girl.
"Oh Marnie, Marnie, I want you so!" whispered the young man. Neubarth recognized the voice. It was Junior's. He got to his feet carefully, and stepped over behind a tree, then looked around it to see Marnie Croft's delicious nakedness shining palely in the night. She lay upon the leaves, and Junior knelt just above her. Neubarth could detect the boy's erection.
"I love you, Marnie," Junior said, and Marnie mumbled some reply that Neubarth didn't catch. He felt a burning jealousy at first, but this was soon supplanted by the strong sense of shame he felt at being a secret observer of his son's lovemaking. He stepped back cautiously, and prepared to steal away from the disturbing scene. But suddenly he heard a low grunt just behind him. Turning his head, he saw his recent sex partner watching the couple behind the tree. She groaned aloud, and Junior and Marnie both looked in their direction. Without warning, Neubarth saw the girl lunge out from the cover of the tree's shadow and sprawl upon Junior's back.
"What the hell!" he exclaimed, while trying to push the raving creature from him. Neubarth didn't know what to do. He wanted to try to help his son fight off the shrieking girl, but he was reluctant to reveal himself as having just been with her, which would be anyone's logical conclusion. He saw Marnie get up and rush into the fray. The young nymphomaniac straight-armed her, and, as she fell back onto the ground, all of the meaty projections of her body vibrated violently. Despite the turmoil in his brain, Neubarth couldn't help feeling vague stirrings of desire as he looked down on Marnie's prostrate nudity.
The girl, meanwhile, was wrestling with Junior on about equal terms. Finally, she managed to push him onto his back, trying to impale herself upon the upthrust lance of his sex. Her dark-haired pubic bush enclosed Junior's penis for a moment, and she began to bounce up and down and yell in ecstasy again. Junior suddenly lashed out and slapped his tormentor powerfully. The girl fell off onto the carpet of leaves, and Junior wasted no more time, but got up, grasped Marnie by the arm, and they both ran off through the trees.
Neubarth waited a few minutes, then slowly walked after them. As he directed himself towards the pond, he glanced back and saw the luminous whiteness of the girl's flesh in contrast to the darker leaves beneath her. Her moans sounded like the outcries of a wounded animal, and he saw the whiteness of her body heave in the darkness, as she continued masturbating beneath the trees. My God, thought Neubarth.
He reached the high bank overlooking the swimming hole, to see that most of the revelers had left. He saw Junior and Marnie, fully clothed now, just disappearing over the bank on the opposite side of the stream. Now where in the hell are they going, he asked himself while he stepped gingerly down the incline and into the water. It was very cold, but he braced himself and stroked slowly across the wide stream. Upon reaching the other side, he dried himself perfunctorily with his trousers and then clambered into the damp clothing. When he climbed out onto the road, he looked up and down it, hoping to catch sight of his son or Marnie. They were nowhere to be seen, so he walked back up the dark road towards the cottage in front of which he had parked.
He reached the small house after walking what seemed to him a longer distance than before. He went to his car, and was just preparing to get in, when he heard the plaintive strains of folk music issuing forth from the tiny dwelling. He looked towards it, saw that all the windows were lighted, and then decided that Junior and Marnie might well be inside. It was with a sense of foreboding that he walked up to the front door and knocked. The door was instantly opened by an unfamiliar young man, who asked him in and then escorted him to a chair against the far wall. Neubarth took the seat, then looked around him. Junior and Marnie were indeed there, in the midst of about four other couples. All of them were listening very intently to the bittersweet vocal arrangement that sounded forth from the stereo speakers, though Junior did look up once and smile at him.
Neubarth saw the blonde hostess sitting on the floor with the young man he had seen her with previously. The other young people he didn't know, but they all seemed to be completely engrossed in the music, and all were dressed comfortably and conservatively. Neubarth was pleasantly surprised. This, he thought, is the way young people should be at a gathering. The blonde girl turned from her position on the floor, smiled up at Neubarth, and extended her hand, which held a glass of white wine. He accepted it with a nod of appreciation. At the bottom of the glass were two strawberries. How delightful, he thought, and drank from the glass. The wine was Chenin Blanc, he surmised. Most tasty.
He looked over to Marnie. She and Junior sat on the sofa, and her head rested on his shoulder. Their faces were both reddened from their recent swim in the icy stream water, and sitting there in such a cozy position, Neubarth thought that they looked like two very innocent children. He did feel a twinge of jealousy, but stifled it quickly. Unwillingly, his eyes dropped to Marnie's breasts. Apparently she had dried herself haphazardly, for the front of her dress was noticeably dampened. He thought of her ripe, bursting flesh as he had seen it in all of its magnificent nakedness back in the grove, and despite himself, felt sexual desire growing in him. Oh God, he thought, I must expunge these idiotic longings.
He decided that Junior and he should go home. That devilish Rhadaman might choose to put in an appearance at any moment, and Neubarth was sure that he didn't want to be there if and when the young man arrived. He tried to catch Junior's eye, but he was sitting with his head back and his eyes closed, and Marnie's active lips were nibbling at his ear.
He noticed that some of the other couples were also indulging in little caressing movements with each other, and the blonde girl on the floor was quite frankly kissing her companion. She lay full-length upon the carpet, and while her young man worked his opened mouth against hers, he slid his hand down upon her exposed thigh and shoved her dress up as he rhythmically stroked the lithe, browned limb. Neubarth unthinkingly watched the couple's close embrace, and felt his desire grow as the white crotch of the blonde girl's panties came into view. Neubarth stared at the young man's hand touching the delicate span of silk that covered the girl's bulging pudendum, like a rabbit stares into the eyes of a coiled rattlesnake. The young man increased the pressure of his stroking motions, and soon Neubarth saw the girl making little movements with her hips that propelled her upward into the relentless hand upon her sex.
The musical piece that they had all been listening to ended, and another record fell onto the turntable, though no one seemed to notice. A girl went to the door, opened it, then left it that way. Neubarth, with his eyes still on the girl and her companion, who were both moving with more frenzy now, heard in some area of his semiconsciousness the night birds trilling in the trees outside, and smelled the moisture-laden air of a summer night.
He drank from his wine glass, and the fruity white wine seemed to be the perfect complement to what was already, in his mind, an idyllic evening. Of course, he realized, that episode back in the thicket with that maniacal girl was hardly idyllic, but then, he rationalized, that was only vaguely remembered even now, and would be completely forgotten soon. If only these young people would begin acting in a more conventional manner, he thought, though he continued to keep his attention riveted on the blonde girl, whose body was humping upwards with increasing velocity against her companion's probing fingers. Neubarth tore his eyes away long enough to see that the rest of the assembled party were conducting themselves in a like manner. He saw that Junior had buried his face in the hollow of Marnie's throat, and worked the meaty projection of one of her breasts with his hand. As Neubarth watched this little drama, Marnie raised her head and directed a look of longing towards him. Neubarth looked back into her eyes, and read the unspoken question there. She was silently asking him if he felt no jealousy at seeing his son make advances to her.
It was too much for Neubarth. He immediately rose from his chair and made as if to go to the door and leave. But it was too late. The blonde girl shrugged off her lover for a moment, rose and walked to the door, then closed it. She turned and faced the people who were present.
"I have a few nosy neighbors," she said, smiling. "Perhaps it would be better if we assured ourselves of a little privacy."
The guests lifted their heads from their separate pursuits long enough to hear her and nod their agreement.
"And you, Professor," the blonde continued, "I hope we can provide you with enough diversions to keep you entertained."
"But ... but, I have to go home now," Neubarth stammered. "I've got classes to teach in the morning."
"Nonsense, Professor," the blonde said to him, her luminous gray eyes seeming to mirror his acknowledged weakness. "We all know what an accomplished master of sexual excess you are."
Neubarth felt embarrassed, and he caught Junior looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face. My God, he thought, I mustn't let this girl expose me to my son. I'll play along for a while. He smiled back at the blonde girl, who told him that her name was Sigrid, and then he went back to his seat.
Sigrid took her male companion by the hand, and after helping him rise to his feet, embraced him passionately, and whispered something into his ear. He nodded acceptance of whatever proposal she had made, and grinned with boyish glee. Sigrid then left the room, and the assembled and comfortably seated guests returned to their amatory pursuits, while Neubarth just sat and listened to the music.
After a few minutes the blonde stepped back into the living room. She was now attired only in black bra and panties, a black garter belt, and black mesh stockings. Neubarth was amazed at her brazen attitude, though his shock did not prevent him from devouring the blonde's body with his eyes. Her skin, except for her tanned legs, looked startlingly white against the black undergarments, and her full breasts were constricted to overflowing by the tight bra, which caused the foothills of the milky mounds to spread out upon her upper chest. She also wore a strangely incongruous necklace of large plastic beads. Now what in the hell, Neubarth thought.
"We're going to conduct a truly informative seminar," Sigrid announced in response to the inquiring looks from the audience. "And the presence of Professor Neubarth will lend it that certain touch of propriety. We'll term it Coital Positions I-A, and Jack here ... " she pointed to the grinning young man who had been with her previously, " ... and I will serve as initial instructors. But we do hope that others of you will be inspired to lend your services to the noble cause of higher education as the evening progresses."
A few of the people present laughed out loud at the novelty of her suggestion, and others mumbled disapprovingly of the proposal that they copulate publicly after Jack and Sigrid finished. Junior and Marnie didn't even appear to notice Sigrid's speech, but continued to nuzzle each other lovingly, and Junior persisted in his incessant massage of Marnie's nearest breast.
Neubarth looked back towards Sigrid to see that her prospective sex partner had already stripped off his clothes, and stood there with his large penis sticking out at a right angle to his body. Sigrid was pulling off her net stockings and unclasping her bra. Except for Junior and Marnie, the guests looked up appreciatively as her large breasts were revealed. Neubarth caught his breath; the sight of this nude flesh was very exciting to him. Her nipples, which were bright red, like ripe berries, were situated inwards from the center of her snowy mammary hillocks, giving them the appearance of crossed eyes. She stepped out of her panties, then quickly instructed Jack to take a seat in a straight chair that she had previously placed in the center of the room. Jack did so, and his penis rose even more abruptly as he stamped his feet in excited anticipation. Sigrid's light brown bush picked up golden highlights from the light of the lamp, and, as she spread her legs and sat down in Jack's lap, Neubarth leaned forward and watched intently, not wanting to miss any of the spectacle. She scooted forward and situated her yawning vaginal mouth against the palpitating shaft of Jack's sex. He directed the swollen head of the organ into her damp, hair-lined sanctuary, and then wrapped his arms around her, and she did the same. They began to rock back and forth upon the pivot of his stiff penis, and Jack clutched the berrylike nipple of her left breast in his mouth and sucked with great slurping noises. As the tempo of their mutual gusto increased, the lightly constructed chair began to creak and lift off its legs. From his vantage point, Neubarth could see Jack's bright red staff plunging up to the hilt into Sigrid's well-lubricated vagina. He thought that they looked like two hopelessly entangled beings trying desperately to extricate themselves from bondage. Their movements grew in intensity, and soon Jack was moving his mouth from one of Sigrid's nipples to the other with the speed of a typewriter carriage. Their shouts of ecstasy drowned out the music from the stereo, and finally the chair, having endured all the strain that it could, collapsed under their combined weight just as Jack's yells indicated that he had reached climax. They sprawled amid the wreckage of the broken chair, and lay there for a few minutes, both of them breathing very heavily.
Finally, Sigrid struggled to her feet, and stood there with her curiously nippled breasts rising and falling rapidly. Neubarth saw the remnants of Jack's sperm trickling partway down one thigh, and that area of her light brown pubic hair which was directly over her vaginal opening was gummed to the rosy skin.
She grinned broadly and said, "Well, I guess we're going to have to rest for a few minutes. I'm sure that Jack here ... " she pointed down at the young man, who was still lying on his stomach. " ... will need a little while to recuperate. In the meantime, anyone who feels like carrying on with our unique and edifying program may feel free to step into the limelight." After saying this she let herself back down onto the floor and stretched out full-length.
The enthralled audience stared at her and at Jack's still supine body, murmuring among themselves. Neubarth felt his penis throbbing powerfully. He looked over towards Junior and Marnie, and saw that while they had roused themselves from their petting long enough to watch Jack and Sigrid at their singular labor, they now had returned to their private pursuits. Apparently excited by what they had just viewed, Junior now had the front of Marnie's dress unbuttoned, and was sliding his hand under the confining cloth of her bra to tweak her nipples with his fingers. Her dress was up to the lower edge of her panties, and because he knew the girl well, Neubarth could tell from the flushed condition of her face that she was excited. Neubarth was unsure as to how much more of this titillation he could take before he reached orgasm in his pants!
Suddenly a tall, thin girl stood upright, and walked to the center of the room. The young man she had come with called, "Monica! Come on back here!" But the girl stayed where she was, then instructed her young man to come out and lay down on the floor, telling her audience that she had another sexual innovation to exhibit. The boy reluctantly arose, walked up, and lay down on the floor.
"Now come on, Monica," he said imploringly. "Why make a spectacle of ourselves."
The girl ignored him, then went to the front door and left. The boy sighed and stayed as he was. Neubarth felt that something must be amiss. Did the girl go home, or what? After about fifteen minutes had passed, she slammed back through the front door, perspiring heavily. It was obvious that she had been running, for great beads of perspiration were streaming down her face and darkening the flimsy shift that she wore.
She fumbled at the zipper on the front of the light shift, drew it down, stepped out of the garment, and revealed a completely nude body that was svelte enough to be that of a fashion model. Neubarth saw the little streams of perspiration glistening upon her small, pert breasts, and running down over her flat belly to lose themselves in her luxuriant pubic pelt. Suddenly she leaped into the air, spread-eagled herself ballerina-fashion, and landed genitals first on the boy's upturned face. Apparently her weight was negligible, for the young man withstood the sudden shock of her falling body without any apparent injury. As though this was a thing they had done together many times, the boy began to rummage around in the sweaty confines of the girl's sex, and the tendons on his neck stood out as he arched upward to allow his tongue fullest play. Monica's face soon grew tight with the building pressure of sexual tension, and her young man tried to vary his ministrations as much as he was able. His face turned this way and that, as though it were a screw being wound into the girl's wet vagina, and Neubarth could hear muted gurgling noises come up through the dense pubic growth that engulfed his face. After a little while, Monica began to jerk rhythmically, and her small but marvelously firm breasts jiggled as all of her body flinched repeatedly and spasmatically. Her flesh continued to shake, gaining in tempo until at last a piercing scream broke from her lips and she fell off his face and onto the carpet.
Her partner in lust sat up and looked at her. His face shone with wetness, and the hair at his temples was plastered down by the combination of sexual lubricant and sweat that still poured from Monica's body. His expression was one of hate, and as he continued to glare down at the girl he slowly got to his feet and unbelted his trousers.
"Now, pretty Monica," he said through lips that were tight with controlled rage. "I think I'll have my turn. I think I'll utilize you, as you have so casually used me."
Neubarth and the watching couples stared at the young man, and Monica slowly lifted herself on her hands and swiveled her head to stare at him, too.
"Whatever can you mean, Larry? Are you angry? We've done this many times. You've never complained before."
"Ah, but this, baby, we've never done before!" The boy stepped out of his pants and shorts, and bent quickly and gripped the girl around the waist. With his other hand he pushed her head down against the floor, and then lifted her lower body so that she was supported on her knees and her slender buttocks tilted upward.
"What are you doing, Larry?" Monica asked in a loud, rather frightened voice.
"This, baby, this!" he yelled and then crouched and tried to introduce his rigid penis to the girl's anus. She screamed and jerked, but he held her fast, while driving his penis with increasing force against the narrow aperture between the girl's shaking white buttocks. Because he was using no lubricant, entry was not so easily gained. He compensated for this dearth of vaseline by using all the muscles of his body in the attempt to wedge his stiff rod into the narrow cavity. Monica shrieked in increasing volume, until finally Sigrid went to the stereo and turned up the sound to drown her out.
Neubarth and the other guests watched with bated breath as the young man's muscles stood out in the intensity of his strain. After several minutes of strenuous pushing, the girl's anal depression was trespassed by Larry's vengeful penis. She gurgled hysterically, beat her head and hands against the floor, and yelled, "Ahahahahahahaah!" over and over again. He kept up his pumping, though now it was obvious to all that he was feeling pain, too. But his rage could not be thwarted, and he continued his rhythmical motions until he ejaculated in a gushing white torrent, and then fell onto his side, his rapidly wilting penis still imbedded in Monica's stretched anus. They lay there like two hung-up dogs, while the blood oozed out around his limp organ and dripped onto the carpet.
Sigrid stepped around them and went to the kitchen, where she procured another bottle of white wine, and then brought it back into the living room. She filled the glasses of all the guests, and as she bent over Neubarth's empty glass, he had to forcibly restrain himself to keep from reaching out and grabbing her hanging breast, which dangled tantalizingly near. He had an almost overpowering desire to secure the berry-redness of her nipple in his mouth, and feel it turn into an erect little peak as he sucked.
Presently, Monica arose from the floor, and Neubarth could see mixed blood and semen still adorning the furrow between her saucy buttocks. She scooped up her shift, and fled, sobbing, through the front door. A few moments after she left, Larry got up and climbed into his clothes, and slowly walked out after her. Neubarth was surprised to see Junior and Marnie also arise. Marnie rebuttoned the front of her dress and patted the skirt down into place, and then, arm in arm, they went out into the night. Neubarth surmised that they were going to find a place with more privacy, probably Marnie's apartment. If he had not felt so giddy with lust, he would have followed them, and out of jealousy, convinced Junior to come home with him. But as it was, their absence provided him with an opportunity to perhaps give vent to his own desires. And it could come none too soon. His testicles felt like red-hot ball bearings, and his penis throbbed incessantly. He looked hopefully towards Sigrid, praying that she could accommodate him.
"Want some action, Professor?" said the blonde girl. "Want to become part of our curriculum?" She grinned at him, her gray eyes flashing.
"Sure you do," she said, answering her own question. She walked to the center of the room and stood there, legs widely apart. She was clad only in the curious bead necklace and the garter belt, whose black straps swished against her tanned and fully muscled thighs.
"I noticed you looking at these, Prof." She dangled her breasts in her hands, kneading the meat, rubbing the rosy nipples into erection. "And this." She dropped one hand down to her curly, triangular bush and ran a finger up the pink furrow of her sex, then spread the lips and tweaked the little button of her clitoris.
"Ooooh, that feels good. Think you can give me a workout, Prof? I know I can give you one." She smiled enticingly, and her large white teeth glimmered in the light. "Strip for action, man!"
If Neubarth had had any inhibitions about engaging in a public sex act, they vanished completely as he gazed on Sigrid's pale, bulging body. He jumped up, wrestled his trousers and shorts off, then divested himself of his shirt and coat. He walked towards Sigrid, painfully conscious of his protruding stomach, and stood hesitantly before her. He tried to suck the paunch in.
Sigrid lay down on her back, and kicked her long sinuous legs in the air. Neubarth looked down on the golden-haired cleft between her agitated thighs, and could control himself no longer. He fell between her legs, and tried to poke his pulsating penis into the wet fissure. But he was too eager, and the girl had to come to his assistance. She reached down and grasped the swollen member in her fastidiously manicured hand, and aimed it into the gaping cubbyhole just above her anus. Neubarth began to pump hastily, but the blonde said between grunts, "Now, take it easy, Prof. This isn't going to be just another lay for you, so you'll have to hold off coming for as long as you can." He slowed down in obedience to her instruction, and then felt her hand against the crack of his buttocks. She pressed something small and spherical into his anus, and he looked down at her in surprise.
"It's the beads, man," she said into his ear. "We're going to do the bead bit."
Neubarth had no idea as to what she was referring, but he dimly decided that anything she had in mind was fine with him, just as long as the lusciously rounded body could remain beneath him. He moved his loins cautiously, fearful of reaching climax too soon, and as he did so, Sigrid pushed bead after bead of the plastic necklace into the sensitive hole between his buttock cheeks. He tried desperately to think of other things, so that he could forestall orgasm, but he was increasingly conscious of Sigrid's hair-covered mound humping up to collide with his own pubic patch, and of the rose-nippled breasts crushed against his chest. He felt his penis throb warningly, and the girl felt it, too, for just as the explosive turmoil of orgasm swept over his senses, she yanked the string of beads out of his anus. Neubarth thought that he would never stop shuddering and discharging into Sigrid's receptive vagina. The ejaculative sensations went on and on. It was as though all the juices of his body were erupting from the end of his organ.
The blonde girl crawled out from under him, leaving him exhausted and gasping for breath on the carpet.
"A hell of a thing, eh, Prof?" Neubarth heard the girl say from somewhere up above him. "Yes, I think that will about finish you for the night."
Neubarth lay there for about twenty minutes before he attempted to rise. Then he lifted himself onto his hands and knees, and painfully got to his feet. He found his clothes and put them on. He had never felt so tired before, and feeling his heart pounding like a triphammer was hardly pleasant. He looked around him, to see that the other members of the gathering had relapsed into their former postures. Sigrid, still naked except for the garter belt, was seated upon Jack's lap, and his hands were running freely over the fleshy contours of her body. She nibbled at his throat, making audible smacking noises with her lips. Off in a dimly lit corner he saw a pair copulating. They humped and groaned like a single mechanical toy, in perfect synchronization.
Neubarth walked to the door and was about to open it and go out, when it was forcefully shoved back into his face by someone who pushed from the other side. He staggered back against the wall and saw the wild young girl that he had been with in the thicket near the swimming hole leap into the room. Her legs were streaked with dried mud, and leaves and twigs were gummed to her naked buttocks and back. She screamed something that was unintelligible, then grabbed the nearest young man and wrestled him to the floor. The people in the room stared bug-eyes at her. Then Sigrid got up and walked over to stand above her and the struggling young man. He cursed and tried to get his hands free enough to punch her, but her sexual frenzy lent her demoniac strength, and she was able to pin him against the carpet while she rubbed her dirty body against him.
"You fellas can help this lady out, can't you?" Sigrid asked. "I think she's lonely," she grinned.
The men who were present got to their feet and came forward. One of them was already unbelting his trousers.
Neubarth seized upon this moment of diversion to make his exit. Once he was outside, he reached back, closed the door, and then sagged against the wooden door sill. My God, my God, my God, he said to himself. He passed a shaky hand across his damp forehead, rested a moment more, then walked out towards his parked car.
He opened the driver's door and got in behind the steering wheel, and then heard a commotion in the back seat. He whirled around to see Junior and Marnie sitting up and frantically trying to get back into their clothing. Junior looked very embarrassed. He fumblingly zipped up the front of his trousers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Marnie struggled to pull her panties back up over her protruding pubis. Her gigantic breasts swayed rhythmically as she tried to fasten her bra around them.
Neubarth looked back towards the front, and patiently waited for them to don their apparel. When they had, Junior spoke in a little-boy tone. "We love each other. We're going to get married."
"Are you indeed," Neubarth said in reply. He waited for some word from Marnie, but beyond Junior's short statement there was only silence from the back seat.
"Would you like us to drive you home, Marnie?" Neubarth asked, without turning around.
"Yes, she would, Dad," Junior said in her stead.
He started the car and moved out down the dark street. The young people said nothing more, but a very active dialogue was going on in Neubarth's mind. He realized that Marnie was still very attractive to him, and he assumed that his feelings were minor in comparison with the feeling she had for him. But it was insane; Junior might be a good partner for her. He wondered about allowing his son to marry a girl who had been involved in probably more than a few affairs. But, allowing his liberality to govern his instinctive distaste for the situation, he decided that this was unimportant. What was immediately more troubling to him was the unappetizing triangle of himself, his son, and Marnie Croft.