Chapter 11
AS WE WALKED IN, there was a roar of applause, but not because of our entrance. In the center of the room my friend was gesturing to an attractive couple dressed in flowing white garments as they entered from a draped doorway on the far side of the room from us. They came gliding to him with the grace of professional dancers in the way they moved and stopped beside him there in the center of the room while he completed his introduction.
Kathy tugged at the hand she clung to. When I ducked my head to her, she whispered, "Who are they?"
I glanced back at the pair before I answered. The man was well over six feet in height, muscled and proportioned like an Atlas. His blonde partner was tall too, and more startlingly feminine than he was masculine, at least to my eyes. Her thick, bright hair fell to below her waist. Lusciously swelling tits strained outward against the restraint of her gossamer-like garment. The way it was gathered around her tiny waist emphasized the size of those mouth-watering tits. Below that tiny waist, her lovely flesh curved outward again to form lovely hips and a gorgeous ass.
"Who are they?" Kathy repeated in a hissing whisper as my friend's introduction ended and he backed away, leaving the crowd's attention centered upon the two.
I shook my head, telling Kathy, "I don't know. Circus people, maybe. Two people trying to find some way past all the barriers between them and wider recognition and acclaim in show business."
I'd been watching my friend as I spoke. I saw him stop at a panel in the wall he'd retreated to. He opened a concealed door, pressed a switch, and started a circular stage rising from the floor, carrying the two there in the center of the room with it. As it slowly rose, they circled it, posturing like ballet dancers. That brought another burst of applause as theatrical spotlights flooded the stage with intense light while all the other lights in the room faded.
The couple on the stage completed its circle as it stopped rising. They moved to stage center, paused there and dramatically removed their gleaming garments, revealing the perfection of their bodies. They tossed the robes into the shadows beyond the stage, then postured again, proudly displaying the perfection of their nudity.
Each of them was tanned to golden perfection, too. Their golden skin had been oiled and under the lights that created an added sheen of richness to their golden color.
The stately blonde's tits were as near to being identical twins in their perfection as any I'd ever seen. Her long, curly tresses cascading down her back were exactly the same shade of gold as her curly cunt hair; no bleached blonde that one.
When I tore my feasting eyes from her long enough to give her partner a quick glance, I felt gratified to discover that for all the Atlas-like perfection of his physique, his cock looked no more heroic in its proportions than my own. As Marie had said, we human males, even when we know better, all seem conditioned to give undue concern to cock size, to feel competitive about it, which is the height of the ridiculous.
The pair on the stage did several ballet swoops and turns, then paused, again posturing. She swooped in low before him and paused, kissing lingeringly, lovingly, that rather dejected symbol of his manhood. His limp cock suddenly was no longer limp. It began swelling rapidly; in jig-time it raised its head proudly and came to rigid attention. A rather breathless laugh went through the watching crowd.
Suddenly the man on the stage was chasing the luscious, golden blonde, both of them leaping and swooping and swirling. As she leaped high, he finally caught her by the ankles. Instead of throwing her to the floor and claiming her as a conquest, he steadied her there high in the air above him, giving her the center of attention at least briefly.
Her legs suddenly began sliding downward through her partner's powerful hands. When that downward movement stopped, he held her postured in a perfect split. Another murmur of excitement went through the watching crowd with a ripple of applause.
The room again quieted. The man's head tipped back, his face turning upward. He looked up into his lovely partner's delectable cunt, suspended there directly above his face.
The tip of his tongue appeared, thrusting up through his lips. The watching crowd seemed to hold their breath. He licked his lips slowly, hungrily, expectantly. Brief giggles of excitement rose from women scattered throughout the crowd.
Joanna tugged at the hand she clutched. I glanced her way. She gestured with a jerk of her head toward a famous TV comedienne who stood watching in the shadows just beyond Joanna; she stood there with one of her hands clutching her cunt, her index finger busily caressing her clitoris as she intently watched the action on the stage. But her caressing finger suddenly stopped as I watched, her throat and mouth working. But the excited murmur of approval I heard came from many throats, not just hers.
I glanced back at the stage to find Atlas had lowered his luscious blonde partner. His tongue was now flicking in and out of her open cunt. Above him, she was rolling her head back and forth upon her shoulders in obvious ecstasy. A burst of applause rose suddenly from the hungrily watching crowd.
As if that had been their cue, the posturing pair broke that sensuous pose, going instantly into another series of whirling, swirling, leaping, swooping ballet steps as appropriate music began flowing from concealed speakers. The display that followed was a remarkable combination of ballet, tumbling, and contortion ism.
With rhythmic regularity their prelude posture was repeated. Time after time Atlas held the golden blonde postured above his face, his tongue flicking hungrily in and out of her cunt while she rolled her head ecstatically upon her shoulders. Each time the applause was a little wilder, a little more excited, than the time before.
Then the pair added a new movement that got even more enthusiastic applause. It came as the climax of a series of whirling, swooping ballet steps. Suddenly the graceful blonde would leap high, swooping toward her partner. He caught her expertly, not just in his muscular arms, however, but impaled upon his stiff cock.
She steadied herself against him, then bent herself backward, her legs locking around his ass, her arms flung above and beyond her head. Her belly began jerking and rolling, and grinding like a belly dancer's, giving the illusion, at least, that she was actually fucking him in that fantastic position. She heightened the erotic effect by displaying all the feminine evidences of approaching orgasm, uttering breathless moans and gasps as she clutched at her hair.
Just when it seemed that a furiously pulsating climax was inevitable, she abruptly somersaulted on over backward, jerking her cunt free of her partner's impaling cock. He too went somersaulting over backward, came flashing back erect to do several swooping ballet steps away from her.
They came flying back, turned again from each other, reversed direction in another backward somersault, and ended that movement ass to ass. Somehow his cock again was buried to the balls in her cunt. Their legs were entangled, locking them together as they rolled, squirmed and bumped asses furiously. Breathless cries of approval rose from the watching crowd.
Again and again the three movements were repeated, fanning the intensity of the spectators' passions to white heat. Around us, many couples were falling to the floor and coupling in passionate frenzy. But on the stage the fantastic couplings and cunt lickings were always broken off just before the blonde's wild orgasm seemed unavoidable. Each time it happened, hungry gasps of almost unspeakable longing came from those still watching.
Finally after another stanza of flying ballet steps, the two came somersaulting back across the stage to collide in the sixty-nine position. Looking startled, they lay gazing for a moment at the genital wonder they now found facing them.
Atlas' tongue peeked suddenly from behind the curtain of his lips, then tripped out on stage, thrusting into that golden cunt. Meanwhile, the blonde suddenly opened her lips, then closed them upon the swollen head of his rigid cock. Then her head thrust forward and his whole cock disappeared into her mouth as if she'd swallowed it.
But they broke that embrace too, just as suddenly as they'd come together. They executed another series of leaping, swooping ballet steps, intermingled with striking poses. Then from swooping birds, they transformed themselves into contortionistic human balls. They came rolling in from opposite sides of the stage and stopped face to face. Not just face to face with each other, but face to face with their own genitals.
The luscious blonde began licking and sucking away at her own delectable cunt. For a moment Atlas watched her as if amazed, like just one of the other spectators. Inspiration seemed to strike him suddenly, however; he began hungrily sucking his own cock.
Suddenly the sound of rolling drums poured from the speakers, creating the atmosphere of tension as if a race of some kind was in progress. Then by some miracle of timing, both Atlas and his lovely blonde partner seemed to finally reach that long delayed orgasm simultaneously. It was a fantastic sight.
I'm not certain when the sound of the rolling drums stopped. Suddenly I was aware of a silence so intense that the excitement-gorged spectators' labored breathing seemed to fill the room with a rasping sound.
Abruptly the stage spots were killed, low colored lights directed at the ceiling coming on. The big room became like a dimly lighted cave. Suddenly all the spectators who weren't already on the floor writhing around in sexual couplings began getting there.
From the shadows beyond a man suddenly came rushing at the now furiously masturbating comedienne crouched near us. She quit diddling herself, squealing in delight as she dodged away from him. Eluding him, she headed for the stage like a broken-field runner on a touchdown run, hunting floor-space large enough for a foot not occupied by struggling couples and threesomes and foursomes and whole chains.
Up on the stage, Atlas was untangling himself. Just as he finished and stretched out upon his back, the fleeing comedienne rushed to him. Before he knew what was happening, she was on her knees over him, her hand gripping his limp cock. She bent over it and kissed it lovingly, longingly.
Atlas' cock responded like a true gentleman. The comedienne giggled triumphantly, then began kissing and licking and sucking the reviving cock madly.
Within moments his cock was hard and ready. But she hadn't wanted it for her mouth. Instead she quickly straddled him and plunged Atlas' cock to its roots in her cunt. As it went into her, the actor who had been after her suddenly appeared upon the dimly lighted stage behind her.
Unaware of the newcomer, she lifted her ass, stroking Atlas' cock outward. The actor with the hots for her pushed her shoulders down against Atlas, thus elevating her ass more, positioning himself over Atlas' legs just behind her. He grabbed her by both hips and drove his stiff cock at her.
We weren't close enough and the light was too poor to be certain of details, such as whether he drove it into her cunt with Atlas' cock, or into her ass-hole. But as the comedienne yipped in startled surprise, that second cock went plunging into her. Once in, she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact she began wriggling her ass and thrusting against Atlas under her and against the actor behind her.
Suddenly I became aware of both girls tugging at my arms. I glanced away from the scene on the stage, looking down at one, then the other of them and found them sort of cringing in against me on either side. Instantly Kathy asked plaintively, "Can't we leave? Seeing people act this way turns me off cold. It dehumanizes sex and ... everything."
"I guess there's no way I can argue with that," I admitted. "But does this dehumanize sex any worse than what you'd be doing giving sex to strangers for whatever they'd pay to make expenses on that hitchhiking trip you want to take around Europe?"
I glanced from one to the other. Each of them gave me only a troubled frown in response.
I went on, "Most of these people at least know each other and have some emotional regard or response well established between them. They aren't total strangers to each other. And whatever they're doing, they're doing for mutual pleasure ... not for money. I just wonder which actually is the most dehumanizing?"
"But so many of them," Kathy murmured, glancing at the floor all around us, "all down on the floor together and nobody acting like they care who they're coupled up with or how many are coupled up with them or how they're coupled. They seem so excited they're mindless. It's kind of ... frightening, you know? To realize that people like these can, like ... blow their minds over sex. Can act this way."
"Still many of the girls and women writhing around down there on the floor right now would be scandalized," I pointed out, "if anyone suggested they finance a trip around Europe by fucking total strangers, the way you two are proposing to do, along with your older sorority sisters. This is sex for fun. That's sex for money which boils down quickly to sex with whoever has the price. Fucking them cold-heartedly without any genuine excitement on your part whatever to blame later if you should decide you acted brashly. Which is really worse? Which is actually the most dehumanizing?"
"Do we have to think about it right now?" Kathy pleaded. "Can't we just get our clothes and get to hell out of here, away from all this slurping and grunting and groaning and-"
She interrupted herself, declaring, "It sounds like a plush carpeted pig pen!"