Chapter 10

THE WHOLE DAY following my visit to Marie's place with Kathy and Joanna, I found myself practically powerless to think of anything else except how sensationally great that virginal cunt of Joanna's had felt. Again and again I played over the memory of that delicious tightness around my rigid cock, acting like it had been the first piece of ass I'd ever gotten.

Of course Joanna was the first virgin I'd fucked in all the years since I'd been a teenager, virgins not being encountered too often in Hollywood. A great deal of the thing a lot of men seem to have about fucking a virgin has to be strictly mental. Inexperience, which is virginity, in any and all other areas of human activity is synonymous with ineptness, clumsiness, awkwardness and ineffectiveness, therefore in no way esteemed or prized. I recognized that fact. But when you own a cock no more heroic in its proportions than mine, you're willing to forget a lot of ineptness in exchange for that indescribably good feeling of tightness around your cock which a virginal cunt delivers in greater measure than any other simply because of its inexperience.

So I nearly wore out that mental videotape playback there in my head right behind my eyes that first day reliving that surreptitious first fuck with Joanna while Kathy and Marie lay on the floor a scant arm's length away totally unaware of what was going on. Those two had really been bushed from their own recently ended marathon of sexual exertions. My having promised Marie not to fuck either of the under-age girls while on her premises, plus Joanna's passionate determination to rape me if that was necessary, her frantic drive to find release for the pent up excitement generated by what she had just seen, combined with all the other elements of the scene to make it the most fantastically great fuck I could remember having ever enjoyed. And the memory of it had me hooked like some kind of drug.

When I wasn't reliving the actual fuck, I found myself drooling over the thought of, the lecherous anticipation of, what fucking my second little virgin, Kathy, would be like when I got to pick that cherry. Lord, I'd just as well not have bothered going to the office! Fortunately nothing either urgent or important needed my attention. If it had, more than likely the state I was in I'd have created a disaster. And not even given a damn.

On the other hand, if I hadn't been at the office I might have missed the call from a prominent actor friend inviting me to a nude pool bash he and the equally famous actress he'd been living with for more than a year were throwing. I won't pretend he and I have been traveling in the same circles career-wise in recent years; if we had been, I wouldn't be producing the type of films I've had to in order to keep active in any area of the film business. But he and I started as kids together in this town, both aspiring actors then. We were real buddies in those days. And because he's one of the few really genuine people I know in the film business or any other, we've remained close friends despite his career taking a higher road than mine. So throughout all the years, he's never failed to invite me, whenever he's had a bash. This time because he'd somehow heard of my unscheduled visit to Gee Gee's a few mornings before, he suggested I might like to bring her.

I kidded him, declaring if he hoped for a chance to fuck Gee Gee, he'd have to set it up without any help from me. As if he'd need such help. I told him about my two UCLA cherubs and their exploration of the sexual frontier. He said to bring them along, so long as they didn't have their autograph books or cameras with them.

When my friend hung up, I phoned the girls. I didn't tell them anything except that I'd lined up another sexual adventure I thought they might find interesting. I made them wait until I picked them up the following evening before I told them more.

It was after dark when I pulled up where they were waiting, exactly where I'd picked Kathy up the first time there where Sunset Boulevard winds past UCLA's campus. This time I didn't have to urge Kathy to get in so I could get going before the fast traffic ran over us, I'd had to that first time.

She came sliding in across the seat and against me, leaving half the seat for Joanna to slid into behind her. She already seemed breathless with excitement as she pressed herself close, letting me feel what my eyes had told me, that she wasn't wearing a damned undergarment of any kind under her attractive maxie. She murmured sexily, "Jo and I are simply dying of curiosity, Dore. Please don't go on being so mysterious. Surely nothing can be wilder than Marie's. Won't you tell us what this great new adventure is?"

Joanna slammed the door as the last breathy words rushed out of Kathy. I got us rolling before some animal on wheels flattened us, falling in with the thundering herd of snarling Cougars, hissing Cobras, thundering Mustangs and Mavericks and Pintos, roaring Firebirds and Thunder-birds and what have you.

When I had us rolling fast enough I felt we were out of danger of possibly being devoured, I glanced at Kathy as she snuggled against me and asked, "Have you ever heard any stories about Hollywood's wild parties?"

Kathy's mouth dropped open in an expression of incredulity. That was followed almost instantly by a look of such bright-eyed eagerness as I've seldom seen as she squealed, "You mean we're actually going to one?"

I nodded and said with mock seriousness, "Unless the stories you've heard made such gatherings sound too dull to interest you."

"We'll struggle not to act bored," Kathy assured me, mocking my tone. She added, "That's the very least we can do, if attending this ... gathering ... is important to you."

"It's being thrown by an old, old, very dear friend of mine," I told them and mentioned his name. Kathy almost dropped her cool.

"He's a good friend of yours, Dore?" she demanded incredulously.

"We've been buddies since our days of struggling together as aspiring actors," I told her. "We shared a cheap room, a lot of starchy food, occasionally some cheap wine, girls, clothes; you name it, we shared it. He's gone higher, but he's never forgotten. I think he'd still share anything he has with me. Tonight, if I want her, I know he'll be glad for me to share his famous lady friend." I mentioned her name and both girls nearly swooned.

Then Kathy cried, "You'll forget we even exist, if you've got a chance to swing with an actress as famous and as beautiful and as super sexy as she is!"

I assured her, "Tonight isn't the first time I've had that chance, and it won't be the last. What's more likely to happen is that you two'll forget all about me, once you find yourselves being offered an opportunity to make love with some of the most famous male stars in the movie and TV business."

Joanna spoke up for the very first time, asking in a small, uncertain, almost fearful voice, "Will we have to, Dore?"

"Have to what?" I asked, not catching her thought.

"Have to ... you know ... make love with."

"Fuck those famous movie stars you just mentioned," Kathy interrupted. "If we go, will we be expected to do that? To make ourselves available?"

I chuckled, almost unable to believe my ears. Then I assured them, "Of course not!"

"You're sure?" Joanna asked in that same low, almost frightened sounding voice.

"Yeah, are you positive, Dore?" Kathy chimed in.

"Positive!" I declared emphatically. "Despite all you may have heard to the contrary, most movie people are pretty decent sorts. Most of them respect your rights as a human being to say no ... and to be selective. You'll be expected to do nothing you don't want to do. Nothing you don't feel certain you'll enjoy. Nothing you feel in the least reluctant about. And you'll not be expected to do anything of any kind, even hold hands, with anyone you just don't dig."

"Would they think us too square if we just stood around, or sat around, or whatever ... all evening and just held onto your hands, Dore?" Joanna murmured.

I chuckled again and told her, "Sweetie, once a bash like that rolls into high gear, everyone's usually too busy doing their own thing to spend any time thinking about whether someone else is acting square."

Kathy piped up, "But what if some famous movie idol strolls up to me in the altogether, you know ... bare-assed naked and displaying a stiff cock, and demands that one of us do something to help him soften it?"

I told her, "Maybe you haven't heard, but a basic tenet of the widely publicized sexual revolution is total sexual equality. That means that all anyone can demand of another human being, sexually, is that the other person respect their rights of equality. Beyond that, no human has any right to demand anything sexual of any other human. Dig?"

"And movie people are all aware of that?" Kathy asked.

"If you happen upon one who doesn't seem to be," I told her, "inform him in no uncertain terms."

Kathy giggled suddenly, then exclaimed, "I should have such terrible problems!"

Joanna spoke up, declaring wryly, "I can just hear you now, telling Steve McQueen or Elvis or even maybe Peter Fonda ... yeah, I can just hear you telling Peter Fonda, 'Just take a powder, you pot smoking, horse peddling, anarchy loving, lecherous, sexual reactionary, trying to make demands on other human beings for your own selfish, self-centered pleasure! I demand you respect my sexual equality. Dig? So you just take your reactionary demands and you go-' "

Joanna broke off, shaking her head. Then exclaimed, "Call an ambulance, somebody! Poor Peter's gone limp, passed out from shock!"

Chuckling, Kathy chimed in, "Call someone with a straight jacket for the babbling looney whose insanity shocked poor Peter limp without even intercourse or kisses."

I chuckled too as I let my right hand slide down off the steering wheel to Kathy's maxie covered thigh, then lightly stroked upward with my fingertips toward her sweet cunt as I declared quietly, "Kick it around all you like, but never forget that regardless of who the man is, movie star, millionaire, whoever, you owe it to yourself never to allow anyone to do anything to you ... that later may cause you to like yourself less than you should. Respect is a vital as food and water to a human being. Maybe more vital. And all respect starts, without exception, with self-respect. Dig? So always protect that self-respect. Psychiatrists' couches are filled with people desperately trying to find, either for the first time in their lives, or people trying to regain ... their self-respect. It's a lot easier, and a whole lot less expensive, to jealously protect that self-respect, to take no chances on ever losing it. One way to do that is to always respect yourself and your rights sufficiently, to always demand that all others respect you and your rights. Dig?"

My hand was on Kathy's cunt. I began tickling the outer lips through the thin material of her maxie. I suggested, glancing directly at her for an instant, "If you aren't truly enjoying what I'm doing to you right now, for example, tell me to stop it in no uncertain terms. Respect yourself and your rights and insist that I respect them too."

She answered, as I looked back to the street and my driving, by gently closing both her hands upon mine and my wrist above it and rubbing it harder against her scantily covered cunt. I couldn't help chuckling, but I felt both of them had gotten the message I'd tried to make certain I got impressed upon them. I live a very unconventional life, sexually and in some other respects, but I have intense convictions about individual rights and the ultimate importance of self-respect. For example, I believe that a rapist is guilty of worse crime than a murderer; the murderer's victim has at least been given freedom from this mortal life and the stains and blemishes that criminal has imposed upon her self-respect and upon the respect of others toward her. In my opinion any man who resorts to rape thereby sacrifices his own right to be dealt with by others as a human being and should instead by treated like a rabid animal whose disease has placed him beyond all hope of treatment, fit only for immediate destruction, unworthy of any mercy, unable to benefit from what in other circumstances would be classed as mercy, being infected by a disease that renders him unable to respond to mercy a complete and total lack of self-respect. For only a male animal suffering a complete and total lack of self-respect ever would resort to rape. All self-respecting men take pride in being able to win a woman, in being able to make a woman want him at least as much and preferably more, even, than he wants her. He wins her by demonstrating his respect for her rights as a fellow human being, never by attempting to override them.

But I've found that young girls all too often allow themselves to be too easily intimidated by an attractive male. Particularly by a famous and/or wealthy attractive male. That chick in their feminine armor all too often betrays them into doing things they sometimes later hate themselves for. So I did my best to fortify Kathy and Joanna against it before I took them into the midst of the sights and temptations and insane excitement I knew would be surrounding them once we got to that party.

My friend's estate occupies one of the highest humps of the crest of the Santa Monica Mountains, affording breathtaking views of the San Fernando Valley on one side and of Los Angles spreading away toward the Pacific on the other. Both girls gasped in unpretended awe at its magnificence. That was strangely pleasing to me, having this opportunity to show them something I'd come to take rather for granted and have their reaction refresh my sensibilities and reopen my eyes and renew my appreciation of such simple things as this view.

Their awe was undiminished as I escorted them inside. However, I'm not certain how much of their awe was created by the magnificent house and its luxurious furnishings. I had a hunch most of it was created by sight of all the bare skin they found themselves looking at with the faces of famous people just above it.

My friend and his lady greeted us as the massive front door closed behind us. like their guests, they wore only their very smart birthday suits. They seemed confident that the private police on duty outside would prevent any gate-crashing by uninvited municipal police.

Our hostess greeted me immediately with a tight hug and a long, lingering French kiss. Rather breathlessly I introduced the girls. My friend greeted them as our hostess had greeted me. They were more than merely breathless when his welcome was over. Being held close in the arms of one of the world's most handsome movie lovers while he was totally naked would have freaked out many girls their age, without his kissing them the way he did, too. They both acted weak in their knees, but still in some degree of command of their faculties.

My friend glanced from them to me, shaking his head as he murmured, "I don't know how you do it, Dore, you old rascal. Now, get out of your rags and join the fun. You're just in time for some special entertainment."

I said, "At a sex orgy you need special entertainment."

"Even when we throw a sex orgy," our hostess spoke up, "we stage it with some class. And anything really spectacular has to have featured acts. You know that."

"But most people don't," I reminded her. "They think a sex orgy creates all its own special entertainment."

Joanna turned to me, whispering, "Do we have to undress?"

Before I could respond, our beautiful hostess told the girls quietly, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, darlings. But it's a fact that around a bare-bottomed crowd like this, clothes make you feel conspicuous. You'll find you're able to feel much more comfortable nude, like everyone else, so you blend in."

"That'll be the day, when we can blend in with people like these!" Kathy exclaimed.

I chuckled and told our host and hostess, "I think it's their awe of so many famous people that's bothering them more than any inhibitions about taking off their clothes."

My friend chuckled and said, "I think they'll probably lose that awe pretty fast around here. Sex is one of the greatest levelers I know of." He glanced at Kathy and Joanna, telling them, "You just feel free to do whatever you prefer about remaining clothed or not. But don't fail to join the others who'll be gathering in our theater-in-round room. I must go there now to introduce our special entertainment, if you'll excuse me?"

As he turned to go, Joanna and Kathy began shedding their clothing. Our hostess held out a hand to take their things as they came off, then went to hang them up so they wouldn't get lost. I stashed my rags in the den on the horns of one of my friend's African safari trophies. Then I hurried the girls to the huge room where he'd created his theater-in-the-round to see what sexual spectacular awaited us.