Chapter 20

That night, when Owl and I were alone in our room, as he was mixing a thinned shellac, I asked, "Did you and Sparrow finish ... after I broke in here like I did?"

"No." He added something to his mixture and stirred.

"I'm sorry." I was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only panties and an open shirt. It was a very warm night for Venice in September, and all the day's heat in the house seemed to have collected in our upstairs room, in spite of the open window. There wasn't any breeze.

I looked at my watch. Nearly twelve-thirty. I signed, happily and sadly. A half hour before, we had made beautiful love together. Nothing had changed. I could tell he still loved me with a special quality of affection and care, as I did him, that we reserved for each other. Yet ... I was unhappy because of my stupid actions when I arrived earlier in the day. It bugged me! It made me cringe inside when I thought of how I had acted, and I couldn't help thinking about it!

There was a change in the voice-stereo music pattern under us. I recognized Sparrow's voice as she spoke to Zeke and Paul. She had just got back from work.

I said to Owl, "I wish I could make it up to you ... you and her."

Owl smiled. "I don't know how. It isn't that important." He took up a brush and began applying a coat of shellac to the surface of a painting.

"It is to me." I frowned. I remembered Robin saying there weren't enough men in the tribe ... with Blackbird gone ... with me monopolizing Owl. ... Then I knew a way to wipe away my goof. I said, "Would you like me to invite her up now?"

Owl looked up. "A trio?"

I nodded. "You said you've been in trios before ... with her and Robin ... and with Zeke and Rill...."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't do this just because "

"I'm not! I mean, I am ... but I want to, and I want to be closer to Sparrow and to know her better, and to give her something of myself ... and simply ... I think I'd dig having sex-fun with her and you and me."

Owl cocked his head and peered at me through ever-dirty glasses. He smiled. "Okay, go down and see if she's interested. She might be too beat from her job, though."

I went downstairs and didn't give a thought to my semi-nakedness. There were three hippies sacked out on air mattresses on the floor. Sparrow was sprawled on a sofa next to Rill. She looked neat and professional in her white uniform, white shoes and stockings. Her brown skin contrasted richly with the white.

The stereo was blasting a Simon and Garfunkel song. Zeke and Paul were discussing the weird case of a popular college professor in a small up-tight state college who had been fired for using the word "whore" in a philosophy class. Rill listened and stroked her breasts under her sweatshirt.

I crossed the room and knelt beside the arm of the sofa next to Sparrow. My nipples grazed the old maroon frieze upholstery and sprang to life. A tiny set of shivers went through me. "Hey, Sparrow, would you like to come upstairs and make love with Owl and me? If you're not too tired?"

She smiled. "Hooeee. Thass the best offer I've had in weeks. I ain' never too tired for that." She stretched and arched her back. "Umm ... mm! Got to have me a bath first, though. Those old ladies kept me runnin' tonight with them bedpans." She smelled her hands. "That las' one ... " She shook her head. "Old lady messed all over everything. Took two of us to clean her and that bed!" She leaned close. "You doin' this 'cause of today?"

I nodded. "Partly."

Sparrow understood. "I ain' gone keep you from easin' your mind, Lark. I'll help you. It good for you, an' good for me ... and tirin' for Owl." She laughed. "I'll be up in a couple sees. Got to check on my baby." She reached down and squeezed my left breast briefly before getting wearily to her feet and going down the hall to her room.

Rill had heard our conversation. She nodded at me and said, "Good."

I went up to our room and told Owl Sparrow would be up soon. He capped the jar of shellac and dunked his brush in a coffee can of paint remover. He jumped on the bed. I thought it was going to collapse. He said, "You know ... I've decided to stop dropping acid."

Was I glad to hear that! But I played it cool. I asked, simply, "Why?"

He brushed my shirt aside and lapped like a dog at my left breast. Between tongue lappings he said, "Bad ... trips. Not ... worth it." He lifted his head. "I haven't tripped since you left. Acid doesn't seem to help my painting any more. Anyway, I'm staying on the ground from now on ... except for some pot once in a while."

"Good." I reached down, unsnapped his stained, cut-off levis and ran the zipper down. His half-hard penis flopped out into my hand. "Umm ... five inches."

"Want to try for eight?" He lowered his mouth to my nipple.

"Sure." I pumped him slowly. I liked to feel it grow long and hot. It lengthened and firmed in my grasp. An itchy need came alive inside me. I had two orgasms already, earlier, but I wanted more. I twisted around-pulled my breasts from his hands and mouth-and plunged the top three inches of his penis into my mouth. I worked my tongue. He worked with his hips.

The door of our room was partly open. Cheryl could have looked in if she had been in the hall ... . I didn't care.

We heard someone come up. It was Sparrow. She came and grinned. "You startin' without me?" She closed the door. She wore a rich, cream-colored minidress of snug jersey. It hugged her big, loose breasts, showed her thick nipples, and hung just below her hips. As she crossed the room I could almost see her pussy. I was positive she didn't have panties on. I said, "Not really. That's a lovely dress. Did Cheryl make it?"

"Uh-huh. Jes' give it to me two days ago. She good to people. She 'n Paul are tribe already." She looked down at her dress and smoothed it against her belly. "This a good color for me." She smiled and pulled it up and off. She was naked.

Owl said, "We should give them tribe names."

I made room for Sparrow on the bed. "That's Zeke's job. Maybe they don't wish tribe names. Is it a rule?"

Owl shrugged. He put a hand on Sparrow's mound as she got comfortable between us. "Let's see how fast we can get her off." He put his glasses on the table.

"Okay." The idea appealed to me. I started playing with both her breasts. She smelled clean and soapy. Her big, purplish nipples yeasted out and hardened into wrinkled, indented knobs. I saw Owl press his middle finger down between the reddish brown lips of her pussy. Her kinky black pubic hair was thick under his hand. I asked her, "What do you like best?"

"I like it all." She drooped her eyelids and watched our hands on her solid brown body.

I started suckling hard on her right nipple. Her smile widened. She breathed, "Ooo ... baby Lark. ... " Then Owl slid his finger deeper and must have found her clitoris. She gave a small jerk of her hips and a small breathy, "Ah ... thass the magic place. ... "

I concentrated on sucking her nipples. I caught a glimpse a moment later of Owl's hand. He had a lot of fingers in her, pushing them deep, sliding them high over her clitoris ... because she was beginning to vibrate, like a motor was running inside her. Her mouth was open and the smile was gone. She was breathing loudly. And after another minute she whispered unevenly, "I want more 'n fingers, baby. Gimme that joint." Her thighs opened very wide, and her knees came up.

I watched as Owl moved around between and pushed her thick, round thighs higher. He said to me, "Hold them." I knew what he wanted. I helped him push her knees back until she was doubled up, until her knees were against her shoulders, framing her face. And Sparrow said, "Oh, yeah ... yeah..." She was ready, slick and wet around the lips of her pussy, in position, open, and her right hand was reaching blindly for him, to guide his long, white, hard penis into her body.

He moved close and pushed away her hand. He let the tip of his penis nuzzle her. She said, "Don' fool 'round. ... You s'posed t' see how fas' you kin make me come!"

"I almost forgot." He poised over her and let the head of it sink into her. He gripped her heavy buttocks, looked at me, grinned like a little boy, tossed his head to flip his blonde hair from his eyes, and jerked his hips forward and down. His penis was driven into Sparrow to the hilt-wham-and she quivered and groaned ... I'll never forget the way she groaned.

He stayed that way for a few seconds, buried in her, looking at his body tight to her there. Sparrow's eyes had flared when he slammed in, then closed. Her quavering groan was still hanging in the air when he pulled out almost all the way, then plunged again. She grunted with pleasure. He withdrew ... plunged ... plunged, faster and faster, long, deep strokes, hard strokes into the most private, sacred part of her interior.

I saw her belly spasm when he reached bottom. Then I started kissing her on the mouth and couldn't watch her reactions closely. I stopped long enough to say to Owl, over her pleasure-moans, "Don't you go off; I want that, too."

"Don't worry." He seemed to plunge faster. The bed squeaked like crazy.

Sparrow was gasping, holding her knees tight to her shoulders, and she panted, "Oooo ... goin' ... goin' ... goin'. . . GOIN'! "

Her face was glorious during her orgasm. Exalted. like she was seeing God. She wasn't seeing me or Owl or the room. And her body-her arm muscles stood out as she gripped her thighs, and her throat muscles and tendons were like cables, and her belly hollowed and rippled, and her whole body shook.....

I was happy for her. I wished I could have done something to make it even better for her.

Her voice took on a hoarse intensity, with a small whine at the end of each word-groan, and she begged half-consciously, "Don' stop ... don' stop. ... " while her pleasure sharpened and knifed along her nerves.

Owl didn't stop. His eyes were closed, he was breathing hard with exertion, and I could see he was enjoying it, and was close, too, in spite of good intentions. His long white penis was swallowed, emerged glistening with her juices, was swallowed...

Then Sparrow's hands gradually loosened on her thighs and her legs got in the way. She whined, "Thass ... 'nough ..,. " and pushed at him feebly.

Owl withdrew and sat back on his heels.

Sparrow breathed, "Hooooeeee..." The smile slowly returned to her face.

I had eyes only for Owl's penis. It stood up from his loins, throbbing, so incredibly long! And I had been turned on watching him and Sparrow. Now I wanted it!

I still had my panties and open shirt on. I quickly shucked them off. I touched his wet penis and said, "Lay back, darling."

Sparrow said, "Les see how fas' we kin git her off, Owl."

He nodded. He was flat on his back, helping me over onto him. Sparrow reached in and held his penis in position as I lowered myself. I was a little bit self-conscious about doing it with someone else present, but not much. Sparrow was more than a friend now. I was no longer seeing her skin as brown, or thinking of her as Negro. She had merged into the gestalt of Tribe. I was thinking tribe.

I didn't close my eyes to close them out. I wasn't embarrassed to see them watching as I took inch after wonderful inch of his penis. I sank down on it with a long sigh, a long inner joy as the length of him penetrated up ... up ... touched at last the deepest part ... the weird shivery inner mouth.

I sat tight upon him and had him buried in me. Funny little convulsions radiated from my insides at that maximum pressure at my womb. "Oh ... wow...."

Then Sparrow straddled Owl's legs behind me and reached around with both hands to fondle my breasts ... and rub her own breasts into my back. It was a wild situation and I dug it. Seeing her brown hands on my flesh. Feeling her warmth pressed against me. Feeling Owl's hot penis so incredibly far in my belly.

I said, "I wish I had x-ray eyes. I'd like to see what I feel!"

Owl grinned. "Something's alive in there."

I leaned forward and was able to press him a little deeper. I could feel my uterus dilate! The narrow head of his long penis penetrated to acutely sensitive tissue. I gasped and lifted a fraction.

Sparrow continued fondling my breasts. Her fingers tweaked my hardened nipples. She said, "Go ahead ... start slidin' up an' down that pole."

I did. It felt wonderful. Sparrow's hands stayed with my body, then her right hand slid down between my open thighs, to my mound, and her middle finger, as I continued to rise and fall on Owl's lovely eight inches, slipped between the opened lips and found my distended clitoris.

I moaned at the first electrifying contact. "Ummmmm ... oh ... what a combination..." I was climbing to a peak of sensation almost immediately. Her finger rotated in tiny slippery circles on that erotically sensitive little button. I moved faster and faster on Owl. I was panting, open-mouthed, watching with head down as her finger worked on me, as the rigid column of his penis filled me again and again. My long hair had fallen forward to form a curtain that brushed his chest.

The pleasure surged fantastically and burst through me like an exploding fireworks rocket! I went crazy for a glorious moment ... then was drained of energy and stopped.

I was surprised that Owl hadn't gone off with me. He was still big in me. I slipped off him and said to Sparrow, "Look at that swollen thing! You want to try to make it go down?"

"Sure!" She grinned. "Won't take long, either." She took it in her hands, lowered her head and clamped her thick lips around the glans. Her mouth and tongue began to work in a swift, up and down sucking activity.

I watched with interest. I had seen Rill satisfy Zeke this way, but Sparrow doing it with Owl was different and fascinating. She played with his testicles as she sucked, and then pointed to me and then to his head.

I smiled and began kissing him on the mouth ... deep tongue kisses. In a very short time he clutched at me, made sounds, went glazed in the eyes, went rigid, tore his mouth free, groaned, "AHHH ... GODDD..." His head lifted from the bed, then his upper body, and he stared fixedly at his penis as Sparrow increased the speed of her head movements and plunged more than half of him into her mouth each time.

His hips thrust upward. His agonized breath rasped in his throat ... I could see Sparrow's throat working as she swallowed his jetting sperm. I wondered if she liked the taste, hated it....

Then Owl hissed, "That's enough!" and melted into the bed. He sighed deeply and brushed hair from his eyes.

Sparrow lifted her head. His shrinking penis slipped from her lips. She grinned. "Thass the bes' medicine I know for a big, swollen thing like that."

I had to giggle. "You sure cured it quick."

Owl said, "Stick around. It's a recurring ailment."

I said, "Next time it needs it I'll give the cure.

Sparrow yawned. "Now I'm gettin' the tireds. Gotta go down an' check on Tommy anyway." She stroked my left breast. "Thanks for inviting me up. We do it again sometime?"

I kissed her on the mouth. "Yes."

She patted Owl's new small penis. "Poor thing needs vitamins." She got off the bed, picked up her dress and padded to the door. "Later." And as we answered, "Later," she went out and closed the door behind her.

I settled down beside Owl. "She's a wonderful girl."

"A fine chick."

I kissed his chest. "You're a fine rooster." He smiled. "Hey ... you back for good now."

"Of course. I wouldn't leave here again for anything."

"No matter what."

"I swear! By Zeke!"

"Okay..." He rolled on his side toward me and kissed me. "Would you be my tribe wife."

"Of course! I thought I was."

"No, you're still only a provisional member. You still don't have your ankh. What I mean by tribe wife is getting married in the tribe. I was talking to Zeke about it and he thinks there ought to be a tribal ceremony, with everybody taking part. It's all new."

I was filling up with happiness and pride and tears. "Oh, darling!" I hugged him. "I'll marry you any way you want!" I kissed him fervently. "Can I tell everyone? Can I announce it?" I was sniffling, weeping a little. He grinned. "Sure."

I hopped out of bed and ran naked through the house, breathlessly telling Cheryl as she sat sewing Zeke and Rill and Paul who were still downstairs talking and Robin in her room (She hugged me and kissed me) and Sparrow as she changed Tommy's diaper. I even told the crashers on the floor when I stumbled over them in my happiness and haste. They grinned and wished me love.