Chapter 5
Two's Company-Twelve's a Crowd
"Luther had been working at the aircraft plant for only three weeks when he first got the invitation. I couldn't believe it! We were being invited into the social whirl, and we'd only been in town a month!
"To really understand exactly how I felt about the whole thing, and why I was so excited about that invitation, maybe I'd better fill you in a little. Luther is an electronics engineer, and he's been laid off from some of the top companies in the country. You see, they many times lay off the very top men because they cost the most-their salaries are higher than their immediate subordinates. And the big bosses figure that the subordinates ought to know almost as much as the top men, although receiving much less in pay, so why keep the expensive top men, when, for a lot less they can have almost the same quality executives. It's faulty logic, but that's the way they think.
"Anyway, every town or city Luther had been transferred to, we found that we would rent a nice house in a nice section of town, and wait for the social overtures. There are very close cliques in engineering, and each company's top wives are very selective as to who they allow into their inner circle. I have to admit that I'm a social climber ... always have been. It's really not for me-it's for Luther. That's another of the ridiculous rituals engineers have to go through. If his wife measures up, then he measures up for promotion. There's politics everywhere-even in business.
"Well, the way it works-if one of the executives from your department, or one of the interlocking departments, invites the two of you to dinner, you're as good as in. If only the minor executives invite you-buttering you up-you're as good as out. That's why I was so elated when Luther came home and told me that Baxter K-had extended us an invitation to his home for a large dinner party. After all, Baxter K-is actually one step above Luther, only in another department. An invitation to his home was as good as a promotion in the bag for Luther-and we'd only been there three weeks. Things must have been going even better than Luther had thought.
"After the first flurry of excitement was over, I had to settle down to some very serious business-there were so many things to be done before the party, which was only one weekend away. I had to figure out which gown to wear, find a reputable hairdresser, memorize the first names of everyone who was to be there, what they were like, what they did for hobbies and relaxation. There was so much, and so little time to do it in. Fortunately, being new in town, none of the people here had seen my party wardrobe, and so, the dresses would be all new to them. The only worry was not to wear something that would clash with the hostess or be duplicated by anyone at the dinner. But duplication would not be too much of a worry since this was a relatively small town, and I'd bought my latest group of gowns in New York. I doubted very much if any of the women had made special trips halfway across the country to purchase their evening gowns.
"As for my homework on the backgrounds of the top executives, that was again, a simple matter, although time-consuming. All I had to do was to have some of the lesser executives' wives over for tea or luncheon, and let their tongues waggle until I had all the information I deemed necessary. Very simple. Luther had found out from Baxter who was on the guest list, and I merely pumped the lower echelon wives under the guise of being new in town and wanting to know who was who. It all worked out very smoothly, and I'm sure no one ever suspected my true motives.
"The day of the big night arrived, and I was fully prepared for any and all exigencies. Two sets of gowns and accessories were set out, one ready in case something happened to the first while in the process of leaving-such as losing an earring or wrinkling the gown, or something like that. Always be prepared is not just the Boy Scout motto.
"I had made my hair appointment the day Luther had brought home the good news, and I had bought another wiglet as a backstop, just in case the stylist did as poor a job as some small-town stylists will do. I manicured my own nails in advance, but had an appointment waiting for me at the shop just in case a nail got chipped or the polish peeled away. It would be well worth the price of an entire manicure just to have one or two nails repaired rather than letting the girl butcher both my hands. Truly, I had everything down to a science.
"Luther had left everything up to me, as he always did. He knows that I will have everything planned just right, and that I will leave his mind free for work. Naturally, Luther's clothes were all laid out and waiting for him; my selection of his suit and accessories being as perfect as our behavior would be punctilious. I had left nothing for chance, there could be no room for error in the case of one of these executive parties.
"Precisely at seven-forty-five, Luther and I left the house, got into our car, and drove the fifteen-minute drive across town. If we were expected at eight o'clock, then we would arrive at two minutes past-never before. Since I had already timed the drive under various traffic conditions, I knew the exact amount of time necessary for us to arrive just at eight. Another minute or so to straighten our clothes, lock the car, and walk up the driveway and we would be right on schedule.
"As usual, Luther looked radiantly handsome in his twin-breasted double-knit navy suit. The color so closely matched his sparkling navy blue eyes that I never could help but admire his natty appearance when he wore that outfit. His light blond, well-styled hair was in welcome contrast to the darkness of his eyes and clothes. Having chosen navy for Luther, I had, naturally, selected shades of blue for myself, using hues and tints of turquoise blended with a muted royal blue which would shimmer in the great lengths of chiffon which draped my slender but well-accented body. The colors also served to change my normally gray eyes to a light shade of blue. The tiny highlights of deep blue in my almost perfectly black hair made the picture, I thought, absolutely the epitome of perfection.
"'Now, Luther,' I said, fixing my gown so that it wouldn't get mussed during our ride, 'remember not to have more than two drinks ... and sip them slowly. We don't want anyone to get the impression that you drink. Slowly, remember?'
"'Yes, dear,' Luther mumbled under his breath. 'How many times do you have to keep reminding me? Next you'll be telling me what to say to Baxter's wife ... uh ... Millie. You always do."
"'Well, it's better to be reminded and have it fresh in your mind than to forget and not make the favorable impression I want you to make."
"'Honest to pete, Alicia, you'd think I was in the diplomatic corps instead of an engineer. Why can't you women just handle all of this foolishness amongst yourselves ... and leave us poor hard-working men out of it."
"There was nothing further to be said that had not already been said a dozen times before in a dozen other cities while going to a dozen other parties. I wondered when poor Luther was ever going to get it through his head that his very position was in the balance, and promotion in the offing, if we behaved properly. One of these days Luther must realize the importance of social mobility and position! I mused to myself.
"'Stick your tie back into your jacket, Luther,' I remarked, noticing the tip of the broad pure silk necktie protruding from his bulging jacket.
"'Oh, for Christ's sake, Alicia!' Luther spat out almost vehemently.
"'Luther! For heaven's sake, watch your language! Do you want to give people the wrong impression?'
"'And who in hell is going to hear me swear, besides you? Christ, you'd think that the president of the company was in the car with us!'
"'Naturally there's no one here to hear you use foul language, but if you use it often enough while in privacy, you just might make a slip when you're among the wrong-uh-right people. Just watch your language, please."
"We drove the rest of the way to the party in complete silence, and as we pulled up in front of the expansively impressive near-mansion, Luther seemed to breathe a deep sigh of relief. The drive across town must have unnerved him for some reason. But, I had noticed, most drives-at least the ones when I was with him-did seem to make him uneasy.
"I was pleased to see that our car was not the only car there, so we had not arrived first-that would have been unpardonably gauche, especially for our first social occasion in this town.
"As we got out and straightened ourselves, I was about to remind Luther of a few of the amenities which he might have forgotten, but then thought better of it. No sense going over the same old things again and again. Once this evening was sufficient. If Luther was remiss in his behavior, there would be nothing I could do about it then. He would simply hear about it later. And, possibly, his monthly fornication might even be withheld. That would be up to him; if he did as I had instructed him, he would be allowed his husbandly privilege-otherwise, nothing again this month.
"Luther was several steps ahead of me as we approached the double chapel-like doors. After pressing the almost hidden buzzer, he stepped back a pace or two and waited for the door to open and for me to catch up with him. I arrived at the doorstep just as the massive wooden door swung open to reveal a gigantic hallway.
"'Millicent!' I chirped as I embraced our hostess as if we were long-lost friends.
"'Alicia, dahling!' she replied with equal warmth. 'Oh, it is so nice to see you both again. And you, Luther, are more handsome than ever.' Turning, she cooed, 'Baxter, sweet, dear Alicia and Luther are here. Come see how divine they both look."
"Baxter came bounding into view, his hand outspread, quickly encircling my neck as he pulled my head toward his. Before I could prepare for it, his exceedingly moist lips had been firmly planted on mine ... and his tongue was trying to get into my mouth! Pulling back slightly, fully understanding that he must have had at least one too many drinks before we arrived, I dismissed his unseemly actions from my mind as soon as we had passed through the entranceway and into the more than spacious living room. The large drink in Baxter's hand told me the whole story, but being gracious, I was going to overlook it.
"Baxter and Millicent began introducing us to the few people who were already there. I had never heard of the two couples and single gentleman who were standing to greet us. I wondered if they were with the company.
"Baxter must have been reading my mind because he said, 'So far, none of our guests are from the plant ... just you two.' And he continued with the introductions, 'Let's see, I left off with Tanya and Foster ... next to them are Bethann and her husband, Porter, and last, but not least ... this is my good buddy, Mickey. His date will be a little late, might not even arrive until after dinner. Anyway, Alicia and Luther ... meet everyone ... everyone ... meet Alicia and Luther, who we hope will become very, very close friends of ours."
"Luther stood on one foot and then the other, seemingly made a little uneasy by this last remark, but I felt a glow of complete acceptance. These people were by far the nicest we had yet encountered at any of the plants Luther had worked at. I was sure that we had been accepted and were going to fit in very nicely.
"As it turned out, there was only one other couple expected, besides Mickey's date, who was to arrive later. It was nearly eight-thirty when the only other representatives of the company made their grand entrance: Ladina and Bernard P-, second vice-president in charge of my husband's branch! I couldn't have been more thrilled. I had received misinformation from my bumbling Luther about the guest list, but the fact that his vice-president was to be there made it all right. In fact, I was inwardly glad that I hadn't known-I might have been too flustered and awkward if I had. Everything always works out for the best, I mused as I edged toward Ladina, angling to be seated next to her when she finally sat down.
"It was strange, but everyone seemed to know everyone-except for us. We were the only two strangers there, yet six of us were company people and five weren't. I had some doubts as to whether or not Mickey's date was company people. It hardly seemed likely.
"After dinner was over-and a fantastically prepared and served meal it was-we all returned to the living room for coffee, dancing, and conversation. At least, I was ready for conversation. But everyone else seemed to be more interested in dancing than in talking. The lights had been turned low and mood music was swelling through the room by way of unseen stereo speakers. Only Mickey seemed uninterested in dancing or talking. He was almost-almost pouting as he sat there opposite the front door, staring a hole through it.
"When the doorbell rang, it was Mickey who flew to answer it. No one else moved toward the door, and Baxter, who was holding me exceedingly close while dancing with me, didn't even move a muscle to greet his last guest. As we slowly turned so that I was facing the doorway, I saw Mickey throwing his arms around his date-but it was a man! Mickey's date was a man? This was inconceivable! And no one was paying the least bit of attention!
"Uh ... Mickey's date seems to have arrived,' I stammered in Baxter's ear.
"'Yes. And now that Terry's here, the festivities can begin. We couldn't begin until Mickey was paired off-that wouldn't have been fair, now would it?' Baxter said, smiling what appeared to be an almost lecherously leering grin.
"'All right, everyone ... fun and games time.' It was our hostess, Millicent, who had turned the music down lower and was walking toward the middle of the room. Everyone seemed to know what she was talking about, and began to form a large circle around her. I just followed the others and wondered what was going to happen during 'fun and games.' I glanced at Luther and he simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled a pleased-with-himself smile that told me he knew more than he had let on.
"Millicent was speaking again, this time only to the ladies, 'Okay girls, shoes into the center of the room. Remember-only one shoe per gal. Okay ... toss that shoe in ... Tanya ... Ladina ... Alicia ... Bethann ... uh, no Terry, not you. You already know who your partner is. But, if you wish, later in the evening ... that's up to you."
"Completely in the dark as to what was going on, I blindly took off my left shoe and tossed it into the center of the room with the other four shoes-Millicent had taken hers off and placed it with the others-and waited to see what was going to happen next. I didn't have very long to wait. Suddenly, the lights went out so that the only light was that which dimly filtered in through the windows from outside.
"Then a voice that I recognized after a moment's thought as Baxter's said, 'All right, men-choose your partners and doe-see-buck! Let's all fuck!'
"Before I could recover from the shock of Baxter's last words, the men all made a mad dash for the center of the room and came up with a shoe, each holding one high in the air. The lights came on dimly-probably a dimmer switch-and I could see that Bernard-the vice-president of Luther's company-had my shoe in his hand. And Luther, grinning from ear to ear, held up Tanya's gold sandal.
"There was a flurry of bodies meshing as each man sought the matching shoe and claimed his partner-his sex partner! Before I could protest or demand that Luther take me away from all this debauchery, Bernard had found that he was holding my loose shoe and had made a beeline for me. His strong arm slid around my waist as his warm, muscular body pressed heavily against me. My knees were going weak on me and I felt as if nothing was going to respond to my command. My limbs were utterly useless, and my voice wouldn't work, either. I just stood there, speechless and paralyzed while Bernard's free arm reached up and his hand sought out my breast!
"A slight whimper escaped my lips, and Bernard, mistaking it for passion, swept me up into his strong arms and carried me off into one of the many rooms that led off the living room. I was too stunned to protest-stunned is not even the word-I was mortified, horrified, panic-stricken. And completely unable to protect myself!
"Finally, clearing my throat, I found myself capable of uttering a sound: 'Oh!' That was all I could manage.
"'Yes, I know, my pet. I've had my eye on you all evening! Do you think it was just plain luck that I came up with your shoe? Oh, no! I watched where you placed it, and dove right for it. I could tell, by the way you've been eyeing me all evening that there was something there ... I could read the signs, my little pet.' Bernard was simpering in my ear, breathing his hot breath down my neck, tickling it peculiarly.
"I didn't dare speak, not after what he had said-not when I was in the arms of my husband's superior. My mind raced as I felt the zipper of my lovely gown being tugged and pulled. Downward, downward, the zipper was slipping down, my gown was gaping open in the back. Hands, warm hands were fumbling with my bra, trying desperately to unhook it ... succeeding. Unzipped and unhooked, I was soon unclad.
"My breath was coming faster as my gown was pulled down ... and my hips involuntarily lifted long enough to allow the gown to pass under them. My bra had fallen away, and I lay there on the couch, only my thin bikini pantyhose covering my most personal spot. But that condition didn't last for long. Little by little, tenderly, gently, those same warm hands were rolling the pantyhose down-rolling them past my stomach, past my pubic hair, and then on down till they were pulled off completely.
"I lay there, frozen, realizing fully that a strange man, a man I had never met before tonight, had just removed my clothing and was sitting on the edge of the couch, admiring my totally naked body. A shudder rippled through me, and was noticed at once.
"'Oh, you want me, huh?' Bernard cried eagerly as he stood just long enough to drop his trousers and pull off his shirt. Before I could protest or recover my clothes, he was equally as naked as I was. 'You like,' he said, indicating his quite erect penis, which was bobbing up and down in front of me. I became almost hypnotized by it.
"Suddenly it occurred to me that this penis I was staring at was different from my Luther's. It wasn't longer, but it was thicker, much broader than Luther's. I lay there, musing at the thickness of Bernard's penis as if I did that every night of the week.
"Just as I was snapping out of it, Bernard pounced on my shivering naked body and pressed his warm flesh to mine. I could feel his hairy chest digging into my breasts-and my nipples-my nipples were getting stiff! I was actually beginning to become excited sexually by this muscular stranger!
"Again I heard myself yell, 'Oh!' and again Bernard's response was quite positive. His moist, parted lips pressed down on mine and his tongue tentatively entered my mouth before I could shut it. His soft, velvety tongue swept past mine, tickling and exciting me at the same time. The suction of his kiss was almost overpowering. As his lips sucked mine, and his tongue mingled with mine, his hands were busily feeling my erect breasts.
"As his fingers brushed the tips of my nipples, electric shocks swept through my trembling body and headed straight for my vagina. I could sense the presence of an enormous amount of sexual fluids down there between my legs-more than there had ever been before. There was something animalistic about all this, and it was stimulating me extremely. It was all right-it was good-and it was with Luther's boss!
"All of a sudden, I felt a-complete sensation of abandonment as Bernard's stiffened penis shoved its way between my legs, burying its rigid flesh in my pubic hair, barely brushing my vaginal lips. Another shock of pleasure swept through me as his hips raised, pulling his penis with them-then lowered, pushing it back again. Each time that thick member brushed past my moist vaginal lips, the friction sent waves of passion through my quaking body. I was lost completely in the ecstasy of the moment and there was nothing I could do but submit to this beautiful stranger who was about' to violate my innermost privacy.
"'Yes, yes! Oh, please! Yes!' I cried as his hands pressed harder on my breasts, twisting ever so slightly to stimulate my swollen nipples even further. My hips were pushing upward ... pushing, trying to reach his penis, trying to envelop it in my swollen, sopping opening. Never had I wanted intercourse more than right at that moment! With my entire body, my heart and soul, I was crying out to be used-to be fucked!
"'Oh, baby! You're a real hot one, you are! I spotted that right off! Oh, baby, you're gonna really know what heaven is all about! Yeh, I'm gonna fuck you silly! You little doll! You cute, sexy little shit! Oh, yeh!' Bernard was raving, completely enthralled by the proximity of our moist bodies.
"'Do it, do it! Quick, please do it!' I pleaded at the top of my lungs.
"'Do what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do to you!' he whispered hoarsely into my ear. 'Come on, tell Bernie what you want him to do."
"'Oh, please ... do it! Please, Bernie ... do it ... you know! Please-fuck me!' There! I had said it! And I wanted it more than anything in the world! It was all I could think of, it was my entire world at that moment. All my being was crying out to be fucked. I had to be fucked right then and there with this beautiful stranger who was no longer a stranger. My body needed his so badly that I was almost crying.
"A scream as shrill as any movie scream pierced the air, almost piercing my eardrums-it was my own scream-as Bernie's thick, rigid penis plunged roughly between by legs and deep into my vagina. It remained there only a moment, and then it pulled out almost completely-then went back in again. In and out, plunging wildly, Bernie drove his throbbing erection deeper and deeper into my ecstatic vagina. The friction-that marvelously heavy friction was driving me wild with unleashed passion! My whole being was centered down there between my legs and I was so involved in the fantastic sensations I was receiving there that I barely noticed his mouth on my breast as he sucked my nipple into his warm cavern and drew beautiful throbs of sympathetic sensations from my vagina.
"Faster and faster, Bernie's rigid penis surged back and forth in my unbelievably excited vagina. His muscles were growing rigid ... his whole body was beginning to stiffen-and so was mine! I could feel something beginning to stir down there that was totally unfamiliar to me-something which was pulling me by the hair, sending me flying, sailing high over the clouds. My God! I was coining! For the first time in my entire life, I was coming!
"'Aaaaaaahhhh!' I was screaming and howling, my body racked by jerking convulsions, my vagina squeezing Bernie's spurting penis as it shot its copious flow of semen deep into my inner regions. Blast after blast of hot semen hit the back of my vagina, causing one convulsion after another to pulse through me. I wanted it to last forever-forever and a day! God, it was the most beautiful, the sweetest, the most fulfilling sensation I had ever experienced! And I had enjoyed it with an almost total stranger! My God!
"Bernie was panting and heaving, his energies spent for the moment. Flopping down fully on my still-quaking body, he kissed me deeply, tenderly, and squeezed me. His slowly shrinking penis gave me a good-bye jerk just before he pulled it all the way out. For one long moment, I held Bernie in my arms, held him tightly, and kissed him back-hard.
"'Thank you!' I whispered softly in his ear. 'Thank you, Bernie! Thank you!' A tear, warm and tickly, ran down my cheek."
Unfortunately, there are a great many people in the world for whom the concepts of happiness are intertwined with the concepts of achievement and recognition. A certain amount of this is fine, but when we reach the proportions depicted in the story of Alicia and Luther, we have to wonder about the entire world of socializing.
Being socially attuned hasn't very much to do with direct acquisition and, as the phrase goes, "social-climbing." Social attunement has much more to do with the (gradual) development of behavior patterns which are acceptable to society. On the basis of what we hear in the foregoing, it seems doubtful that Alicia would be able to pass a "Social Maturity test." This is not to say that she did not have the correct behavorial instincts to learn to function comfortably; she obviously had these instincts in abundance-a superabundance-but she had no sense of realistic social attitude with which to temper her instincts. Each person, in the course of living and growing up, learns that proper performance behavior must be directly proportional to the social role they must serve, and that this role, in turn, is maturated and brought into balance after the growing child learns which social attitudes are called for by the external figures and circumstances of his or her life. Economic and other roles are determined by ungovernable factors (in the child's life), and whatever early social outgrowth comes from then will very often predetermine the social outlook of that person in later life.
We can only surmise that Alicia came from a background of deprivation-although that deprivation need not necessarily have been economic. The essential characterisitic of the social climber is insecurity-he is, in fact, undertaking to correct a previously untenable situation by means of his social pursuits and posturing.
Insecurity is a manifestation of self-doubt, or the mechanism of low self-esteem. Many people react to the condition by crawling into a shell, refusing to expose themselves to the proofs they are sure are in the offing; others are not nearly so dissociative and react to insecurity by adopting any number of facades to couch the brunt of any forthcoming blows to the psyche.
Such a person, it seems, is Alicia. For reasons we cannot begin to guess, it was earlier important for her to gain approvals from persons not even known to her, and not even known to be likeable. Such considerations, it appears, were unimportant. Her purpose was to "break the ice" with these new people who were seemingly important to her husband's career. That part of the story seems to be a social rationalization, for the undercurrents were almost certainly on a different (and less rational) level; so much so that we are forced to believe that Alicia would have reacted similarly even if her husband's job was the most secure in the world. In short, it was her own interpersonal doubts she was seeking to assuage, not the business situation.
Having assumed, then, that things were not exactly as reported, and that perhaps it was necessary for Alicia to have personal approvals in any event, we are faced with the question-how is she to react to an overture which is based on one of the most honest and directly confrontive of all human interrelationships, sex? Recall, Alicia's social outlooks had all been reactive up to this point; they had all been designed to accomplish something, and rarely, if ever, allowed to be natural and enjoyable.
Sex can be very dishonest, too. It has a history of being used as a tool; therefore, one naturally asks, why wouldn't a woman like Alicia realize this and use this instrument in the seeking of those goals she so coveted?
It is possible that the two things were intertwined. That is, Alicia might have come upon her acquisitive and selfish ways just because her insecurities centered about her sexual role. It is fallacy to think that just because women are the sought more often than the seekers, sexually, that they feel strong and unthreatened in this area. It is a precognitive fact of psychoanalysis that women develop and retain the sexual insecurities of their early environs, and that, up until the very present, it was not uncommon at all in this country for girls to be raised in an anti-sexual atmosphere, fully steeped in guilt, doubt, and fear.
It has been the experience of this writer that anyone who overreacts to a situation does so for a reason. "Social-climbing" is, of course, overreaction to fears of inadequacy-on some level-and reflects a redirection of more normal social energies. As we have all heard (though that doesn't make it necessarily true), women with these predispositions usually turn out to be "cold fish" sexually, probably because the same doubt that caused their insecurities in the first place also serves to erect a wall of inhibition, so that, in effect, no "test" need occur.
For this reason, it is interesting to note the progress of this seemingly traumatic experience for Alicia, who, it would seem, had been lying to herself all along-else how could she have accommodated to the situation so easily?
"Lying there on that couch, having just experienced my very first orgasm from sex with another person, my mind ignored the bodies around me-the writhing, moaning, naked bodies of the guests thoroughly enjoying the orgy they themselves were creating-my mind drifted back over the years to the truly first and only orgasm I had ever experienced until Bernard's penis shattered my being with inexorable pleasure.
"I saw myself-was I six, or was I seven?-sitting there on the toilet, with my hands playfully toying with my vaginal lips, experimenting with the unknown and discovering, to my delight, that it was most pleasurable, indeed. As my fingers worked more frantically in a definite rhythmic pattern, I felt a sensation so intense that my entire body began to stiffen and tense. Just as I was in the process of reaching a climax, my body jerking and twitching deliciously, Mother strode into the bathroom and screamed at me. To this day, I can still hear her horrified voice berating my sinful act-shouting and shouting, her shrill voice rising in pitch till it broke-and then the pain, the horrible pain of her beating on me with her fists as I sat there helplessly. Sex was bad, I was bad, but most of all-my vagina was dirty, filthy, bad!
"But, as I lay there on the couch, it suddenly all fell into place-sex was not bad, it was good! It was very, very good! And, by having had sexual intercourse with my husband's vice-president, I had done something very good for him-and myself! What a feeling of relief flooded through me as I lay there watching the beautiful people all around me enjoying freely what I had always abhorred and feared.
"Luther, my darling Luther was sitting on a large easy chair across the room, his legs spread wide apart, and lovely little Tanya was busily, and, obviously, happily sucking on his enormously stiffened penis. The look on both their faces made me want to cry with pleasure. It was all so beautiful! I had to have more-and give more.
"Looking around the room, I saw only Mickey and Terry were not busy. Couples were floating in and out of the room-probably to other rooms just like the one I was in-some were actually locked together in copulation as they moved by, others were locked in embraces or were tickling and squeezing each other's personal parts. I felt a strong need to join this sensuous activity, but only Mickey and Terry were free at the moment, and I knew that they were homosexuals.
"Mickey, who was stroking Terry's long, curly hair as he sat at his lover's feet, glanced in my direction and our eyes met for just an instant. There must have been something in my flickering gaze that stirred Mickey, for his limp penis gave a twitch and began to swell right before my eyes. His tongue shot out and moistened his lips provocatively as his gaze traveled the full length of my body, finally coming to rest on my furry pubic area.
"Something within me began to churn as his eyes bored into my vagina, probing deeper and deeper, as if imagining what it would be like to have intercourse with me. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and I rose quickly and crossed over to where Mickey was sitting, pushing Terry aside gently as I sat down at Mickey's feet. Tenderly, ever so tenderly, he took my two swollen breasts in his hands and caressed them till the rosy nipples were rigid and deeply engorged with feverish blood. Terry whimpered and pawed pleadingly at Mickey's knee while I leaned forward and felt the stabbing shocks of excitement shoot from my breasts to my clitoris.
"As I raised myself up on my knees so that Mickey could get a better grasp of my nipples, his throbbing penis came into view-that massive, bobbing hunk of sensuous flesh--beckoning me to do with it as I wished. Without further thought, if any thought at all, my head dipped down and my mouth closed around the head of that delicious morsel of sex. To my utter amazement, it tasted marvelous-fleshy, sensual, exciting. I had to have more, I had to swallow it. But I restrained myself, noticing the definite pleasure my gentle sucking and licking was producing in Mickey. He had dropped my aching breasts and was slumped back in his chair, his head rolling from side to side, his chest heaving with his labored breathing.
"A moan escaped his lips, and its very existence sent a wave of delirious pleasure to my vagina. I was receiving sexual delight from pleasing someone else! This thrilled me, and I redoubled my efforts to bring about Mickey's climax. My tongue licked slipperily along the full length of it, then I plunged the head and more into my hot mouth again and began a terrific suction which provoked more moans from Mickey. Terry, who was still whimpering, was massaging Mickey's testicles lovingly.
"Suddenly, Mickey's body turned rigid, and I realized that I was about to witness Mickey's orgasm firsthand. His moaning had raised in pitch, his arms were tensed with his hands clenching the edges of the armrests, and he held his breath. Simultaneously, he let out an ear-splitting howl just as his semen spurted into my mouth with such a force that I was stunned. That magnificent penis jerked and bucked inside my semen-flooded mouth, pouring more and more down my throat. Greedily, I drank his sex down, almost delirious with joy. It was almost as if I had had an orgasm-as though I had had a spiritual climax. It was so very beautiful!
"As I wiped the residue of sperm from my lips, Terry leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue reaching inside my mouth, licking away all traces of semen-Mickey's semen. Mickey was still slumped in his chair, his eyes closed, his breathing close to normal again. As I got up, Terry crawled back between Mickey's legs and laid his head on Mickey's limp penis. Affectionately, he kissed his lover's thigh and stroked his naked calf.
"Looking around for Luther, I saw that Tanya was no longer with him, for she was in Bernard's arms-and Bernard was in her, pumping away for all he was worth. This meant that my Luther might be free-free for me to enjoy our first uninhibited sexual congress. I moved out of the room, back into the living room, glancing this way and that, trying to locate my darling husband.
"Without warning, a hand shot out from behind me, grabbing my already stimulated breast firmly, sexily. I froze, waiting for the next move to be made, my sex fluids boiling between my legs. This was adventure, sensuous excitement, and I loved it. An unseen hand, an unknown lover, a mysterious caress-how grand! Shivers of excitement ran through me as my anticipation heightened the sensuous caresses of that fantastic, unseen hand.
"Another hand-this one between my legs from behind-was probing the crack of my behind and sending tingles up and down me. I felt like screaming with pleasure-it was so beautiful, so wildly imaginative. I was being directed physically to a couch nearby-by a hand on my breast and a hand in my behind. As I reached the couch, the hands gently shoved me down so that I was lying facedown, still completely unaware of who was so magnificently manipulating me. But I didn't care-I almost didn't want to know who it was-I just wanted to be loved by those marvelous hands till I was delirious with orgasmic joy.
"Both hands were kneading my buttocks, firmly squeezing both cheeks, nails digging in till it was almost painful. It was so stimulating that my hips were gyrating and I could hear myself moaning with passion. Then, to my utter amazement, I felt teeth sinking into my fleshy buttocks! Teeth! The someone who was loving me was actually biting on my behind-and it felt gorgeous! There was a slight element of pain, but that was completely overridden by the sweet sensation of sexuality. I was writhing in passion as those hands and teeth sank deeper and deeper into my spongy flesh.
"Before I could realize what was happening, those marvelous hands had turned my writhing body over so that I was lying flat on my back. I didn't even want to open my eyes and see who was doing these fantastic things to me ... I just wanted to be passively loved. I felt a weight down at the other end of the couch as that beautiful someone climbed on and between my legs, spreading them very far apart. I gasped as I felt fingers pull my vaginal lips open and a sudden flash of cold air met my moist inner lips. This was soon changed as a soft, velvety tongue brushed the inner folds and flicked across my clitoris.
"I screamed in anguished pleasure as that unbelievable tongue licked and licked the entire area. My head was spinning as wave after wave of lust passed through me; my legs were quivering with unrestrained delight. The magical tongue was replaced by lips that were sucking-sucking my clitoris into a hot mouth-sucking my being along with it. My God! Never had I experienced anything so powerfully sensuous! I shrieked with agonizing passion as teeth bit down on my throbbing clitoris and chewed firmly, but delicately, on that nub of pleasure.
"'Oh, my God! Oh, that's good! Oh! I can't stand any more of this! Oh, please, please! My God! It's too much! It's more than I can stand! I can't take any moooorrrre!' I wailed as two long fingers plunged into my vagina and my whole being felt like it was being ripped apart. An orgasm of such fantastic intensity thundered through me that I began to lose consciousness. Just as everything was fading away, I felt a finger glide into my rectum. I screamed and passed out.
"When I came to, Luther was sitting on the edge of the couch, patting my wrist and whispering softly to me, 'Alicia, honey ... wake up. Come on, honey, wake up. That's it, open your eyes. It's all right now. Come on. That's a good girl. My beautiful Alicia!'
"As Luther came into focus, I saw a look in his eyes that was faintly familiar, yet seemed so far off. It was the look of adoration he had gazed at me with when we were first engaged. The look that had vanished so quickly after we were married. And now it was back! Tears rolled down my cheeks as I returned his love with my eyes. Oh, all those wasted years-those damned wasted years of fruitless sex and disgusting scenes. But I knew from the look in his tender eyes that those years were past forever. Life was just beginning for us! Luther and Alicia-a team once again! Luther and Alicia announce their betrothal once again!
"Luther seemed to sense what I was thinking, and swept me up into his arms, kissing me so tenderly, yet so passionately, that my vagina began to stir again as my heart sang with joy. Lovingly, my darling husband stood, reached down, and picked me up in his arms. Carrying me proudly, as if over some unseen threshold, he advanced toward a door that was ajar. As he nudged it open with his foot, I saw that the room within was bare but for a large, round bed in the center, which sat on a thick, white carpeting that appeared almost to be fur.
"Dropping me gently on the satiny sheet, Luther stood beside the bed for a moment, just gazing at my naked body. There was seduction in his eyes ... a seduction that I recognized from years past. I had not seen that look since before we were married-no, actually, the last time I saw it was on our wedding night, just before it turned to a spiteful glare. That was the night Luther found out what I really thought of sex and the private parts of our bodies. I could still picture the look of incredulity which spread over his face as I spat out those venomous words that turned our wedding night into a tragedy. Then that awful look of spite as his massive penis pounded into my motionless body. Pounded and pounded mercilessly, vengefully, into my dry vagina, causing us both pain from the extreme friction.
"Then that revolting sight of Luther spitting thick saliva into the palm of his hand, pulling his erection out of me, spreading that slimy fluid all over his length of sex, and then proceeding to pound it into me again until he had reached what I am sure was a most ungratifying orgasm. Oh, how often that scene had been played and replayed. Time after time, making love to a dry vagina! My poor, poor Luther! What a horrible life I had led him through. I had made his entire sex life miserable, and in so doing, I had made the rest of it miserable, too. And mine, of course. I had focused all my attention on social climbing, telling myself that that was all that counted-promotions for Luther and status for me. My God! What a bitch I was!
"But everything was different-sex had made the difference! And my darling Luther was standing there by my side, looking down at me with those love-sick, soulful eyes of his. I was being given a second chance! We were about to relive our wedding night, and begin our lives all over again. This time, I thought to myself, I'll do it right! Not many people get second chances, and I was one of the luckiest women in the world to have such a marvelous husband who was willing to give me that chance to start afresh. I made up my mind that I was not only going to please my darling husband-I was going to make up for all those years of misery I had caused him!
"I extended my arms to him and he crawled onto the bed and curled up inside my arms, nuzzling my breasts with his nose. I squeezed him hard, sending my love through to him, letting him know that I was his to have, his for his own pleasures-his!
"Gently, ever so tenderly, Luther took one of my breasts in his hands and licked around the edge of the nipple, making it stand up even stiffer and straighter than before. The sensations made my hips wiggle as shocks of pleasure shot to my vagina. Then his soft, warm tongue licked over the surface of that swollen nipple and I moaned, responding to the beautiful sensation. Luther's hands gripped my breast tighter as his lips sank over the nipple and he began to suck on it with an intensity that was overwhelming. I couldn't control myself any longer-my hips were jumping around and my arms were flailing the air.
"Luther groaned loudly as my fingernails dug into the firm flesh of his back, raking up towards his shoulders. Somehow, I knew that his groan was not from pain, but from sheer sensual desire. He was sucking more and more of my breast into his mouth, sending more tingles to my vagina, and then his hand reached down and began stroking the hair of my pubic area. My hips drove forward to meet his hand, pushing hard against it. His fingers dipped in between the lips and touched the slippery folds of my inner lips, moving about, searching for that button of flesh that could trigger a sexual explosion.
"I gasped sharply as his finger grazed that nub of intense sensations and then rubbed it slowly. His massaging of my clitoris was such a strong sensation that the soles of my feet felt as if they were burning. I could barely stand it, it was so extremely intense.
"'Oh, my God! Oh, Luther! Darling Luther! It's so beautiful! It's so good! Oh, please never stop! Luther, my darling! Oh! Oh!' I mumbled frantically, grabbing for his long, throbbing penis.
"As I grasped it in my fist and squeezed as hard as I could, Luther whispered hoarsely, 'Don't come yet, honey. Please hold off ... don't come yet. I want to fuck you and suck you and do all the wonderful things a husband and wife do. Please, don't come yet. Oh, God, how I love you!'
"'You better stop what you're doing, or I will come, my darling. Oh, it's too good ... watch it ... it's tooooo...."
"Luther's fingers pulled out of my vaginal area just a fraction of a second before it was too late. Clamping his hand firmly on my entire pubic area, he soothed and calmed me so that the sensations were still there, but that peak of excitement was lying dormant. We kissed, our tongues entwining, our lips pressed heavily together, our bodies almost smashing each other as we tried to blend into one being. God, it was beautiful!
"We tossed and turned all over the bed, rolling back and forth so that first I was underneath, and then Luther was underneath. Our legs were wrapped around each other's and we were holding each other so tightly that it was difficult to breathe-but we didn't care! We only knew what love was and what sex was and what sheer, unadulterated passion was! It was so very thrilling that I felt my heart might stop at any moment. And if it did, I would die happy!
"With one magnificent lunge, Luther sent his massive penis straight into my vagina, blazing its way to my womb! It was the most glorious sensation I had ever experienced, and my reaction to it let Luther know just how much I appreciated it! I howled in his ear, clawed his back, wrapped my legs around his hips, and pumped for dear life. I was a wild, raging mad-woman-my animal instincts had taken over and lust was carrying me further and further into the depths of sexual depravity. I wanted to experience it all-all of it at once-there was nothing I didn't want to have happen ... and Luther had only one penis.
"Sensing my frustration at only being limited to one penis, Luther's hands moved down my behind, squeezing and kneading the flesh excitingly. Then his finger, moistened with my own sexual juices, dipped into the opening between my buttocks, ramming way up into my rectum.
"My God! It was like liquid fire spreading throughout my trembling body! All my senses were ablaze with fiery excitement as Luther heightened the sensuousness of his lovemaking and brought to me even greater heights of pleasure, passion, and joy. His penis was pounding in and out of me and my hips were rushing to meet his every time he lunged forward. I began automatically to swing my hips around, swiveling them so that the added friction made us both moan louder and lustier.
"We were both caught up in the throes of the most fantastic sexual intercourse any two people had ever experienced, I was sure of that. Never had two people been more alive and tingling, completely blended into one throbbing, thrilling body-one enormous fleshy mass of sex! There was no beginning and no end to it; we were it, we were all there was, there was nothing but the two of us in this whole wide world!
"Luther's hairy chest, a mass of silken blond curls, was smashing into my quavering breasts, mashing my rigid nipples into my spongy mounds of sex. My fingernails dug deeper and deeper into Luther's flesh as I sensed my orgasm beginning to take hold of me. There was no stopping it, nor did I want to! Luther could tell that I was approaching that moment of moments, and he began to accelerate his pounding into me, flinging his hips at mine, burying his penis further and further into my quivering flesh. The sounds of flesh slapping wet flesh, thwacking hard against each other, increased as our lusty efforts increased.
"With all the power and the fury of a planet hurtling toward a sun, our twin bodies-our 'one body'-exploded into the most unbelievable, thrilling orgasm possible. We jerked and spasmed together, each twitch sending the other's body into further convulsions of passionate release. It was so beautiful, it seemed to go on endlessly.
"Our lips were pressed tightly together in a kiss that was as passionate as our climax. We were one, and we would always be one. There was no doubt-all doubts and problems had been washed away in a flood of semen and sex fluids. All that remained was beauty and love-and forgiveness.
"Slowly, our bodies grew limp and heavy, and we lay back, still in each other's arms, but cuddled side by side. We snuggled and rubbed noses, cooing and moaning softly. As we snuggled closer, letting the energy we had expended come back into our bodies slowly, there was a silence broken only by our rhythmic breathing.
"Suddenly that silence was broken! Broken by the sounds of applause! Applause? Applause! Luther and I opened our eyes quickly, and there before us-standing in a semicircle-were all the guests and their host and hostess, clapping their hands and beaming appreciatively down at us. My first impression was to run and hide, but then I reconsidered and allowed myself to be the new person I was-and I acknowledged their applause along with my husband by bowing my head graciously several times.
"'Bravo! Bravo! Absolutely splendid! Luther, you were right! She did have it in her after all!' It was Millie, our hostess, beaming from ear to ear. 'Oh, Alicia, my dear ... you were magnificent! I never would have believed that you could top your performance on the couch when I went down on you ... but you did!'
"When she went down on me? Millie? My God! That had actually been Millie who had licked my sex! Well, what the hell! It had felt good, so what was so terribly wrong with an orgasm produced by another woman? Not a damn thing! Not a damn, fucking thing!"
One can hardly deny the therapeutic possibilities this encounter afforded Alicia. It should be noted that she comments that her first orgasm occurred during this party.
It now appears that some of our postulations earlier have been reinforced by the narration itself. Alicia admits that her upbringing had been such that she was required to think of sex as a "bad" thing.
Therapy does not always occur in the office. There are a great many life-situations which can serve to bring to a person's awareness a restructuring of values. In this case, one can only assume that a new and larger life was in the offing for the principals.