Chapter 5
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," Ida said aloud, then quietly set her blue hairbrush on her dressing table and stared into the mirror. For years she had brushed her hair one hundred strokes every day, fifty with the right hand, then fifty with the left. And for years she had been a virgin, that is, until a week ago at the fraternity beach party.
It was now Saturday evening and in half an hour Hank would be at the door to take her to the fraternity meeting where he would be installed as a full-fledged member of the college elite. Proud of his success, yet not knowing her part in making it come about, she carefully studied her smile in the mirror, wondering what changes had taken place in her body since having lost her maiden hood. But as she stood, she knew there were none, none that anyone could see.
Since becoming a woman, however, she had begun to spend more and more time with less and less clothing on. She was thrilled with the reflection of her nakedness when she put her make-up carefully around her powder-blue eyes, and just as thrilled by the soft jiggling of her supple, naked breasts when she stroked her long blonde hair. Her eyes roamed over her gentle curves as she vainly devoured her reflection from where she stood, and took pleasure imagining that her eyes were those of a man, excited by the seductive woman she saw in the mirror.
She stood defiantly, her hands placed threateningly on her hips, and half-lowered her eyelids, at the same time patting the glistening lips that she had just painted with a new lipstick. There was a real woman, she thought, and winked at herself, letting out a tiny giggle of delight. Hank thought she was a real woman, full of vitality and sex, free of inhibitions, and Ida never let a moment pass without giving him further assurance. During the last week they had made love twenty-four times--she counted the times over every time they did it--and each session, whether in the back seat of his old car, or on the beach, or lying in the crackling leaves at the secluded glen had been different, more exciting and more exploratory than the time before.
In the mirror she could see the tiny red buds at the tips of her breasts hardening at the wonderful memory of their loving and in anticipation of tonight. Her limbs quivered with delight at the timidly growing sensations that tingled in her loins and breasts, just like they did every time she thought of Hank's nakedness pressed hard against her luscious body. Love was so wonderful, so marvelous, that she wanted to shout to the whole world that she was a woman in love-in love with Hank and sex and being a woman, even if she was only eighteen.
Watching her nakedness in the mirror she slowly slid one hand from the crest of her hip, across the definitive border of suntan and white flesh to the soft blond triangle of pubic hair at the apex of her thighs. The long fingers toyed with the soft hair-covered lips for a second, then slid into the pink wetness, forcing her to gasp as the ruffled lips quivered at her salacious touch. But it wasn't right, no, she'd have to stop, now! There was Hank to think of; she couldn't spoil their sex for him by masturbating now, just before he was going to pick her up for the meeting. No, she'd just have to wait until his fingers would be the ones to travel ever so lightly over her desperately needing flesh.
Hesitantly, but pleased with her decision to stop, she slipped her fingers out of the moist crevice and looked again momentarily into the mirror. It looked so obscene, she thought-her standing there in the light of her bedroom playing with herself. But she couldn't be ashamed, not when she thought of Hank, her passionate love for him and their sex. No, it was all for love.
A few minutes later she was dressed and waiting for the doorbell to ring, when the telephone beside her bed suddenly shrieked at her. Picking up the telephone, she heard Shirley's voice say hello and asked what she was doing.
"Waiting for Hank, of course. Aren't you going out with Tony tonight?" she answered into the blue receiver.
"Yes, to the fraternity meeting," Shirley said. "I told Rod that he should let Tony in with Hank, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation. He said that if Tony and Hank were good friends, they were probably a lot alike and would come up with the same kind of wild ideas. Do you know what he meant by that, Ida?"
"Why, no," she said, not puzzled by the question, but by the fact that Shirley would ask her what Rod's meaning might be. "Hank hasn't said anything to me. In fact, he's been pretty evasive about why the fraternity was going to let him join without having to go through the initiation. I think it's probably just something boys do that girls would be better off not knowing."
"Well, I hope so. Tony doesn't know either, do you, honey?" she said, her voice turning away from the receiver then back again. "He thinks something funny is happening, though."
Ts Tony there already?"
"Oh, yes," Shirley said happily. "Daddy won't be home until a little later so Tony's been here all afternoon. We just finished taking a shower together," she whispered as Tony left the room.
"Shirley!" Ida exclaimed into the receiver, hot as shocked by the act as she was by her girl friend's admission that they had just showered together.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed now," Shirley snickered. "Haven't you and Hank done that yet? After all, you said you weren't a virgin anymore, so why not try everything?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ida said quietly, looking up to see if her bedroom door was open. "We've done an awful lot this week, but I guess we just haven't had a chance to try taking a shower or a bath together."
"You really should," Shirley sneered, though Ida couldn't detect the sarcasm in her voice. 'If you really love him and he loves you, then you ought to give everything a try-like running around the house naked. That's what Tony and I are doing now."
Ida felt a shock of modesty and at the same time a wriggling spark of desire in her thighs as she imagined Tony and Shirley galavanting around her large living room without their clothing. She would have liked to have done that with Hank, but he's probably too shy and reserved to think of it, she told herself while Shirley said goodbye and hung up to return to Tony and his nakedness. Shirley wouldn't know what Hank is really like, she thought. She'd have to love him like I do to know what makes him work. And she could never do that, she could never know what he's really like in bed or out.
The low rumble of cocktail voices, sparked with occasional laughter, filtered through the large room, cluttering Ida's ear as she tried to listen to Hank's conversation. Instead of getting together at the fraternity house, the meeting, preceded by an abundant supply of liquor, was being held in the third-story ballroom of an ancient palatial estate overlooking the ocean.
Ida was amazed at the turnout, expecting only about twenty couples, yet finding more than a hundred people already present when she and Hank arrived. The whole setting seemed so unreal to her as she looked about her, seeing sparkling chandeliers, long red velvet drapes and a variety of gilt-edged mirrors decorating the ballroom. This was in reality a party to be temporarily interupted by a short meeting, then speedily resumed. It was obvious to Ida that the young people present were more interested in their leisure and a good time than in the proceedings of the meeting and the fact that her man, Hank, was going to become a full-fledged member of their elite society.
Her wandering gaze caught the reflection of Dolly and Bob kissing each other near one mirror, and she remembered the experience she had shared with them, though they didn't know of her presence. She and Dolly had been women for almost the same length of time, and she felt as if they shared a real secret together. Beyond them she saw Tony's hand gently resting on Shirley's buttocks, secretly enjoying the pleasures of her touch. They had arrived only a few minutes ago and were already busily engaged in a debate with another couple, expounding on something called the quality of being, but Ida had no idea what they were talking about.
Between the noise of conversation and the steadily clinking glasses she heard Rod Thompson greeting Hank and turned her attention to them.
"Glad to see you, brother," Rod said with a sly wink. "Everything's set up, and in a few minutes you'll be one of us. Oh, hi, Ida."
"Hello, Rod," she said, almost choking on her drink, but managing to keep it down and nod a smile to him.
"You look great tonight, honey," he said then turned back to Hank, not bothering to recognize her resentment at being called honey.' "Hank, wait 'til you see how the you-knowhat turned out. A couple of boys have already seen them, and you should have seen their faces. Wowl-talk about impressed!"
"Glad you liked 'em," Hank said smiling, trying to hide the gnawing fear that pulled his belly into a knot. If Ida ever found out about those films, he'd be finished with her, and maybe even the fraternity if they knew he had lied about her part in them. "I'll have to see them sometime," he continued while watching Rod pour down the rest of his drink.
"Don't worry, old man," Rod gulped. "You'll get to see them all right, but not now. We've got a meeting to take care of before the fun begins, so if you'll excuse me, I'll get our business out of the way."
Ida watched him walk briskly away, then turned to see her boyfriend's far-away stare and asked: "Hank, what were the you-knowhat's that he said turned out so well?"
"Just some films," he said quickly, suddenly feeling the knot growing tighter in his stomach.
Why had he told her that, instead of inventing some other excuse? If he didn't get a good hold on his tongue, he was going to find himself, in more trouble than he could ever handle!
"What kind of films?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, just stag films that Rod picked up from some wino downtown," he answered lamely. "It's nothing that concerns girls anyway."
"D-Do you ever watch that kind of movie?"
"Oh, hell, Ida! Let's forget this stupid conversation," he told her with more irritation in his voice than she thought was necessary. "Come on, the meeting's starting."
She followed him dutifully toward the front of the ballroom as Rod's gavel brought a slow silence to the room, and within minutes there was only a light murmur that finally ceased altogether. With a few perfunctory remarks Rod started the meeting that lasted only fifteen minutes, which seemed too long to most of the people present. Hank and Tony had been made full members to no one's surprise, a new dues regulation was announced, then Rod slammed his gavel down one more time.
"Meeting's adjourned!" he said to loud cheers of approval and stepped off his small podium. "Well, Hank, old man, that's the end of that. How does it feel to be a member?"
"Great, Rod, just great. I only hope it won't take much time to adjust to the thought of it."
"Don't worry about that, old man," he said to Hank's strange smile-Hank hated to be called 'old man.' "You know most of the guys already, so why don't you two mingle for a while until the fun begins?"
For the next hour Ida followed Hank through the crowd, listening to all the old members congratulate him and tell him how lucky he was to have a girl like Ida, though a few of them seemed to give her a knowing smile that she couldn't quite understand. They all seemed nice enough, but something made her feel very uncomfortable ... maybe the way they looked at her, or perhaps a certain tainted tone of voice, but she wasn't sure just what.
Wanting to make a good impression, yet still uncomfortable, she began to drink faster than she normally did, slowly eroding her nervousness. She listened to most of the conversations, proud of her man and his new position, but unable to really take part in anything but the most banal talk-though she would nod when someone began talking about one of the more confusing subjects.
The alcohol's growing strength made the room seem much hotter than it was and she noticed most of the boys had removed their jackets and ties, while the girls loosened their dresses, some of them going so far as to unbutton one or two more buttons than necessary, exposing more cleavage than Ida thought would be respectable at a social gathering. Perhaps they were getting a little drunk, too, she thought, then followed suit and unfastened two more buttons on her own blouse. None of those girls could boast of breasts like hers, and she could prove it.
"You feel all right?" Hank asked while they walked toward the buffet table for another drink.
"Oh, yes," she giggled. "But I wish we could go home, or maybe just go somewhere and park."
"You little sneak," he teased. "You're getting loaded."
"No I'm not," she exclaimed with mock indignity at his remark. "I'm just in love with you, Mr. Campbell, and I thought we could go somewhere so I could prove it."
"We will," he smiled, giving her another vodka gimlet. "But not for a while, yet. I've got an obligation to meet here, and after I've said hello and a few other things to everybody we can leave."
"Good," she answered, her deep blue eyes staring lovingly over the rim of her glass as she readied to take another sip. "Then we can ... Hank, why are the lights going out?"
Hank heard "Oooooh's" and "Aaaaaah's" from both the girls and the boys at the party, and saw that each light was dimming to nothingness, one by one. Now what the hell is going on? he asked himself silently.
"I don't know," he said to her, looking around him in the semi-darkness for an explanation.
"I do, though," Tony's voice interupted from behind them. "Shirley just found out from Rod. They're going to show some stag films. Interested, Hank?"
Stag films! Oh Christ, he couldn't, Hank thought frantically, the alcohol suddenly draining from his brain and leaving him completely sober. Rod wouldn't dare show those flicks here, tonight ... and worse yet, Tony's tone of voice told him that his friend knew about him and Ida and the movies. And if Tony knew, then Shirley probably did tool
"Not really," he answered. "In fact, we were just leaving."
"You can't leave yet, lover," Shirley said, coming from behind Tony. "Rod told me all about the movies tonight, and I think you and Ida should stay."
"No, no," he said, drawing the words out deliberately so as not to alarm Ida. "She's not feeling so hot, and neither am I."
"Oh, come on now," she dared in a mocking tone of voice. "You're not chicken are you? You either, Ida? It's just like watching somebody else do it, except it's on film. Now that couldn't be so bad, could it?"
"No that couldn't be too bad," Ida said shaking her head and regreting that she had told Shirley about watching Bob and Dolly make love. "It's all right, Hank, I don't mind, besides, who's going to be hurt?"
If you only knew, he thought while he said: "No one, I guess."
With that, the two couples found their way in the dark to what seemed to be a good viewing spot. They had to wind their way through the crowd of fraternity brothers and their dates who were making themselves comfortable on the ballroom floor. Finally they got to a place large enough for the four of them to half-sit, half-lie on the dark, hard wood, and Hank bundled up his jacket for he and Ida to rest their heads on.
"Everybody ready?" Rod's husky voice yelled out in the darkness, and when he heard a few "Yeah, hurry up's" he signaled to the back of the room and a bright white square appeared on the wall, flickering with black specks, then a Four, Three, Two....
Ida knew she was unprepared for what she was , about to see, but the love she felt for Hank told her to stay where she was and watch the unknown. She'd heard about stag films before, their obscenity and power of stimulation, but this would be the first time the young high school girl had been in a position to view one firsthand. However, she rationalized it couldn't be too bad, not if all these fraternity boys and their dates were there too, in the same room.
Gasps and cheers suddenly filled the room, and Ida's heartbeat doubled its already accelerated rhythm as the flickering white on the screen turned to a full-color projection of a young couple lying naked on a blanket. Behind them she could see a protrusion of jagged black rocks jutting out into the sea, and it seemed somehow familiar, but a clouded cloak of vodka gimlets fogged her memory, urging her just to watch the nude boy and girl on the screen and enjoy it.
The girl, a redhead about Ida's age, ground a yellowish roach, the butt of a marijuana cigarette, into the sand and fell slowly to her side, suddenly sweeping her slender fingers over the boy's naked suntanned body, leaving a pinkish flush on every spot she touched. He pressed his naked hips against her long muscular thighs and seemed to sigh as her hand wandered over the clenching flesh of his buttocks, pulling him against her more tightly, then sliding over his hips to search for the powerful warmth that throbbed between their bodies. His bloodshot eyes slowly closed as he responded to her searching hand, pulling his hips away from her luscious thighs and then suddenly jerking his head back as the hand burned into the hard flesh of his penis. It enveloped the rigid hardness, folding its fingers around the long shaft, pulling and gently squeezing with a steady rhythm as he seemed to moan in ecstasy at the sensuous touch.
Ida heard other soft moans of pleasure filter through the crowd as they watched, and found herself afraid to look at them, not knowing if the mewlings were resulting from the scene on the wall, or were actual cries of excitement from the viewers. But the corners of her alcohol-blurred eyes caught glimpses of shadowed couples around her embracing each other with wandering hands, and she snuggled closer to Hank for protection from the mounting excitement that smoldered on the large ballroom floor.
Hank pulled her tighter, then slipped his hand around her back and pushed lightly against the tiny tip of one firm breast. He was relieved that Rod hadn't shown the film of him and Ida together, and relaxed against the warmth of her body, watching the aroused couple on the screen. Everything was going to he all right, he thought and squeezed her breast's hardening nipple between his forefinger and thumb, realizing that the "obscene movie was already exciting Ida beside him.
Ida shuddered next to him as she watched the boy on the screen gasp into the girl's mouth, feeling the slippery probing phallus of her tongue slither between her open lips and search for an erotic spot to tease. Sucking his tongue into her mouth she wriggled against him, and he seemed to tremble as the tips of her large, well-rounded breasts brushed against his strong muscular chest. His arms pulled her more tightly against his sweating body and he rubbed his lean, coppery torso against her full, flushed breasts, flattening them against his naked skin and savoring the nakedness that had aroused him so quickly.
The fiery fingers of the squirming girl's enveloping hands had kindled a growing spark of desire in his penis and molten rivers of passion could almost be felt by the audience coarsing through every inch of his flesh, pounding against his hard throbbing shaft.
His mouth soundlessly gasped with a delighted plea for more erotic sensations and he slid his hands on their own path down the girl's back toward the trembling flesh of her slender thighs. Long and smooth, the two tanned limbs lifted to his sensuous touch, wrapping their warmth around one of his legs, and making him look as if he were being swallowed by a gigantic wave of erotica that would massage his excited body until he burst.
He seemed to be disorganized, not knowing where to put his fingers next, and Ida found herself wanting to scream to him where the fire was there, in the moist silk between her thighs. She knew exactly what the aroused girl on the screen wanted as she felt Hank's hand slide under her skirt and trace an excited path toward the strained elastic of her panties. But what about all these people? she thought with a worried tinge of fear. There was no doubt how wonderful Hank's fingers would feel if they would slip into the moist pinkness of her vaginal slit, but she couldn't let herself be caught up in the rising desire that quivered in her loins-not here, not in front of everybody!
Nobody, however, was interested in what Hank and Ida were doing under the cover of darkness in the converted theater. They were all too busy with each other, fondling, caressing, pressing their wanting bodies together in a lewd orgy of voyeurism. Some, like Bob and Dolly, were already half-naked in their embrace, while others, like Tony and Shirley were letting their excitement build more slowly, content to rub each other's aroused genitals through the light cotton of their summer clothes. They could wait longer, because they knew the more control they used, the more explosive their sex would be when they finally dropped their inhibitions and submitted to the primitive savagry of orgasm.
But the boy on the screen couldn't wait. In the bright sunlight on the open beach he seemed to groan in masochistic pain as the girl's fondling fingers grasped his thick penis tighter and squeezed the pulsating flesh with all her might. The sex-crazed look on her young face told the audience that she was enjoying the salacious pulling and squeezing of his prick, but they could also see that he could no longer stand her tormenting grip.
A spasm of rejection crossed her face when his hand suddenly grasped her wrist and jerked her, fingers away from his aching cock. Why did he do that? she seemed to ask, knowing that her educated fingers had already excited him much more than she was excited. Then, before anyone in the audience could answer her silent question, he began pulling at her hips, shoving her slightly away from him and guiding her fragile body so that she lay on her side, her breasts quivering excitedly from her naked chest.
Glistening in the afternoon sunlight, he rose quickly, straddled her for a second, then lowered himself behind her, hiding his engorged penis from view. While the camera moved around behind them, for an unobstructed angle, he pushed her onto her stomach, crushing her breasts flat against the sandy blanket. Then eagerly, like a pillaging Mongol, he slithered onto her nude form, guiding his throbbing penis along the perspiring path between her passion-quivering thighs. A terrified apprehension spread across her eyes as the girl felt the massive prick lay a thin trail of moisture along her legs. Then her mouth fell slack with fearful surprise as the smooth, rubbery head of the boy's throbbing organ pressed into the crevice between her trembling buttocks.
"Oh!" Ida gasped as she watched a close-up of the huge instrument poised at the virginal ring of the girl's tiny, helpless anus. He wasn't really ... no one would do that! she wanted to tell herself with assurance, feeling a wave of sympathy go out for the pinioned girl who awaited ravishment on the screen. But she knew what was going to happen-that the boy was going to do it to the girl in her anus! It was horrible, awful, she thought, trying to stifle a scream, then realized that she wasn't the only person in the room reacting to the lewd beginnings of sodomy on the screen.
Next to her, Hank's heavy panting pierced the air and she felt his uncontrolled fingers tugging at the thin elastic of her dampening panties. His eyes were glued to the naked boy and girl on the wall, and his hands were following the animal instincts of his aroused passion as they sought the moistness of Ida's soft silken pubic mound. She wanted to squeal, to make him stop the teasing fingers, but the depravity of his fingering her-right there in front of all those people-suddenly flashed from the lust-aroused corners of her alcohol-dimmed mind, and she didn't try to impede the sensuous probing between her spreading thighs. She could feel humiliated later, she told herself, giving in easily to the slowly prodding finger as it suddenly slipped under the restraining elastic and into the soft furriness that covered her moist cuntal lips. God, it felt so wonderful, she cooed to herself and closed her eyes to revel in a rapturous swaying dance of desire.
"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled aloud and Hank shoved his salaciously probing finger over the swelling bud of her clitoris. Before now, he would have wanted to lap her ruffled pink wetness with his tongue, but watching the boy and girl on the screen had awakened him to a new lust-incited desire. He'd like to screw her like that, he thought-in the ass-so she would squirm and fight against his thrusting prick trying to get away from the pain and humiliation he would be ramming into her young helpless body.
Listening to Ida's quiet whimpering as his finger caressed her wanting clitoris, and hearing the moaning ecstasy of the excited couples undulating on the floor around him, Hank imagined himself to be the blonde-haired surfer on the screen and he watched wide-eyed as the boy slumped slightly forward against her upraised buttocks and slid his hand down the widespread crevice to the glistening moisture of her vaginal slit, making her gasp at the unexpected shocks of pleasure that rippled through her belly. It seemed she wanted him to stop, to take his hand away from her down-covered loins before the rumbling passion in her naked body forced her to give in to his obscenely swaying penis-but the finger obviously felt so nice, so exciting, she wriggled the quivering moons of her buttocks involuntarily back against the rubbery hardness of his throbbing cock.
Then suddenly she gasped at the forbidden erotic sensation that clenched in her tiny virginal anus and rocked her whole body with a mounting desire. It was wrong, perverted, but the audience knew she could, and she had to give in to her passions. She had to let him fuck her in the ass!
Howls of victory and gasps of terrified passion whistled through the air as the audience watched the girl nod her head, then biting her lips, pushed her quivering buttocks back against the large pulsating penis that waited to shove its hardness into her hairless, clenching anus ring.
Passion had easily opened the forbidden ring for them, and she wriggled her smooth white bottom in a successful effort to nestle the rubbery tip against her tiny red orifice. He was there, lodged at the clenching entrance to her rectum like a probing finger, and she wanted him to hurry now, to skewer her with his massive cock until he split her helpless back passage open!
Ida watched, hypnotized by the ungodly lewd perversion in front of her. They were really going to do it there, in her anus, and Ida knew the girl was willing. She wanted him to do it ... but why? It was wrong and so strange, yet she, too, could recognize the tremulous ripples of desire that coarsed through her own flooding vagina as she watched them. Hank's finger was sliding in and out between her open thighs, making her gasp, and she thought maybe that-those fascinating daggers of desires in her own excited body-was the reason the girl was going to let him do it there, in her bottom.
Hank, too, knew the reason for the obscene sodomy, but his answer was totally different from Ida's. The girl was a horny bitch, he thought sadistically, and she was going to get fucked in the ass because of it. She was just a slut, like any other cunt, and she deserved ... Goddamn it! Why hadn't he screwed Ida the same way? Damn! He would! By God, he'd fuck her there too, before the night was over.
The girl on the screen interupted his thoughts as she gasped and wriggled her buttocks again, brushing the furry softness of her vaginal lips against the boy's fingers, rubbing her tight, erect clitoris in a wild frenzy of excitement. She could hardly control her trembling, wanting to explode in orgasm, yet holding back, wanting to give him the same sensational pleasure that she was receiving. But it was going to be hard-he was so big. She felt a spasm of pain, and bit her lip, anticipating the rough plunge that would skewer her backside on his penis. His huge throbbing shaft hadn't entered her yet, but her whole body had tensed to await the obscene intrusion.
A scream of exalted orgasm split the profound silence in the room as the crowd watched the helpless girl about to be ravaged in her backside. But no one paid any attention to the whimperings of a girl in the back of the room as she came with a shriek. Instead they watched the boy on the screen slipping his long, rigid penis along the damp, perspiring crevice of the defenseless girl's jiggling buttocks. For a moment he stopped, then poised the dangerous weapon at the tiny elastic-rimmed hole and suddenly shoved his hips forward, his whole face contorted with pain as the thick rubbery head of his prick battered deep into the forbidden little orifice.
A silent scream seemed to shatter the girl's twisting torso as the long, hard penis pushed its way into her warm, damp rectum. She shook spastically as the terrible pain surged through her belly, bringing tears to her eyes and a rasped choking to her throat. It hurt! It hurt so badly she looked like she wanted to die, to end her life then and there. But through the agonizing pain she still wanted his cock to stay there and grind the tiny elastic hole larger until the thick shaft would fit without all the pain. The girl obviously had never even had a finger in her anus to make it bigger, but now that made no difference. It was too late for anything, except to wait for the pain to ease, and the pleasure to return.
The boy, his throbbing penis lodged an inch into her anus, knelt behind her, moving his head back and forth in a fight to stop the dry hurt that had nearly shattered his loins. He could feel the pulsating tip of his rigid cock resting inside the entrance of her tight, clenching anus and groaned at the delicious sensation that was growing in the engorged head-it was like having her hand grasping the tip, flexing and squeezing the juices out of his cock and the audience knew he didn't want to stop. Not now, not ever!
"N-No, Hank," Ida's whispering plea broke through the darkness. His finger had already driven her almost insane, but when he tried to pull her moist, wet panties off her trembling buttocks, she had to stop him. "We can't, Hank, no we can't not here in front of everybody!"
"Baby," he whispered, trying to sound as sincere as he possibly could. "It's all right, nobody's gonna see us. There, look at them."
Ida followed his gaze and glanced at the wildly undulating couples that surrounded them on the ballroom floor. Some were fumbling with each other s clothing in a desperate attempt to join the sodomy on the screen, while others were already stripped, or half-naked and copulating, many of them in a lewd, painful act of sodomy. She saw the shadowed faces of the people she'd met tonight contorted in pain and ecstasy as they screwed in a wild orgy of passion. Even the more familiar, Bob, Dolly, Phil, and his girlfriend were writhing together on the floor, Oblivious to the sexual decadence around them.
"Oh, God, Hank, let's go," she whispered frantically, afraid that her own lust would boil over and she would become one of them, screwing like a depraved animal in heat.
Then, as she started to get up, fighting to remove his insistent hand from between her thighs, she spied Tony's curly head buried in the damp softness of Shirley's pubic mound while the dark-haired girl panted in an ecstatic rhythm of uninhibited desire.
"No, no!" Ida gasped at the obscene scene and got to her knees, but was suddenly pulled back to the floor by Hank's strong grip.
"Stop it, goddamnit!" he hissed and suddenly slapped her face with his wide-open palm, sending a stingling flood of pain through her cheeks. Before she could recover from the terrible shock of his blow, he fell on top of her and smothered her mouth with his fiery wet lips, thrusting his hard, wet tongue deep into her throat. It probed, pushed and curled around in the dark cavern of her mouth and she tried to fight his ruthless onslaught, afraid that she would give in to his brutal kisses just like the girl on the screen.
Scratching and trying to push Hank away, Ida struggled frantically until her eyes caught the girl on the screen just as she brought up her thighs, lifting her trembling buttocks higher, then arched her back as the boy's massive phallus shoved another inch forward into her straining rectum. He's too big, too big, Ida warned, but knew there was no respite as she drunkenly watched the girl pushing her straining white buttocks back against his hair-covered groin and the huge throbbing penis that nudged its way forward into the tiny hairless red hole.
The girl's unbearable pain had reached its peak, and though the pulsating instrument shoved further forward into the damp confines of her rectum, Ida knew there would be no more hurt. It was all over now except for the monstrous phallus that sank deeper into her ravaged bowels, relighting the smoldering fires of desire that had forced her to submit to sodomy only a few minutes ago.
The girl's tongue hung loosely from her mouth as she awaited the rise of sexual excitement, feeling the boy press his belly against her trembling buttocks and slowly, gently, roll his hips back and forth in a lewd exhibition of lust. Involuntarily her widespread thighs jerked in response and her full-rounded hips began to match his slowly undulating rhythm, at the same time easing backwards to draw more of the huge prick into her clasping rectum. She could feel it sucking inward ever inward into the ruffled dampness, exciting her with its blood-filled lust and stretching the rubbery walls of her bowels to all limits of endurance.
Then, as the engorged head of his throbbing penis reached as far into the forbidden passage as possible, he started to withdraw its scraping length, forcing a choked gasp from the girl's dried out throat. It felt as if her bowels were being viciously pulled out, but still there was no more pain, only the exalted ripples of sexual electricity that quivered in her anus, her vagina, her breasts, right to the very center of her sexual being.
Nearly all the way out of her ravaged little hole, he paused and seemed to suck at the air, gasping for breath, then shoved his aching penis back into the raw dampness of her rectum. Again, he withdrew, and then again he sank the long, hard shaft into her defenseless hole, gathering speed and momentum each time he thrust forward between the clenching cheeks of her ass. She squealed with lustful delight, though each time he jerked forward she thought she would be split open. The mewls of passion became gasping screams from the girl's soundless mouth as she caught his rhythm and began ramming her moon-like white backside against his driving pelvis in an obscene effort to sink his huge throbbing cock deeper into her straining rectum.
Ida watched transfixed as the lust-crazed girl dropped her head to the blanket and buried her face in its deep rich blueness, her buttocks still upraised and swaying as the boy thrust again and again into her ravaged bottom. Hank's savage kisses had left Ida's frightened lips and sought their way to her breasts, his hands snapping all the buttons from her blouse when he ripped it open. And by now her sense of time had completely dissipated into a confused mass as the alcohol, the wild sodomizing couple, and the perverted orgy of sexual abuse echoed around her. She was there, then a second later she was gone, flying on a vague cloud of sexual ecstasy somewhere high above the California coast. It was all so unreal....
Hank's hungry mouth continued to suck at the tight red nipples of her erect breasts, first: one, then the other, drawing the passion from her loins to the blanket of her sex-flushed skin. While he sucked so viciously at her breasts, his hands found their way across the rising swell of her belly to her sex-dampened panties and slid them easily down her long slender legs and off onto the floor. His thick throbbing cock ached for release and he wanted just to get it into her hungry little pussy and fuck her like he always did. None of that fucking-in-the-ass-stuff now, no time, he thought regretfully as he raised her skirt, then fumbled with the cold metal of his zipper. He really did love her, but he had to screw her now! All those other people in the room were nothing, nonexistent, and she couldn't refuse him just because of them. No, goddamn it, he had to fuck her now!
Twenty or more "Now's!" shrieked from the throats of twenty or more of the lust-crazed people wildly screwing in the room as they jerked into premature orgasms. Hank heard them but was holding his penis in his hand, guiding it along the shivering flesh of Ida's splayed thighs as he watched the obscenely screwing images flashing on the wall above them.
The boy was thrusting his massive instrument harder and harder into the girl's swaying backside, but now his entry was easier, lubricated by unseen juices and perspiration. He mouthed soundless grunts of passion as he plunged into her tiny clasping anus, its walls stretched and open, sucking his throbbing cudgel deep into its dampened cavern. Skewered by the brutal shaft, she was squirming from side to side, her knees unable to remain still as she fought to capture the fantastic moment of orgasm that she sought so hungrily. Her legs swung wildly from the knees down on either side of him, and her hands grasped the blanket for help as he plunged again and again into the depths of her lewdly puckering rectum.
He was heavy, driving and brutal in his savage thrusting, but she didn't want him to stop. The experience was new and exciting to her, just as it was to the crowd that watched her and screwed each other on the ballroom floor. They could see her helplessness, grown into a crazed lust as the boy was impaling her from behind spearing her hairless little anus with his jerking cock, crushing into her tiny elastic rectum so that even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop until he had spilled his burning sperm deep into her bowels. He skewered her where none of the fraternity boys had ever gone before ... into the virgin flesh of the young girl's rectum-and she loved it, more than anything she'd done before. There was no more hint of pain or any desire to escape on her young, sex-flushed face: only the glazed stare of lustful abandon as she pushed her swaying hips harder against his driving pelvis. She wanted his cock, all of it, and she viciously thrust backwards again and again to suck every throbbing inch of the long, driving prick deeper and deeper into her wildly undulating rectum. .
Thrashing in a wild vortex of spinning colors, Ida could see the girl suddenly felt the movement, slow and powerful, begin rumbling in her belly, and she jerked her white shimmering buttocks spastically in a futile effort to hold it back.
It was growing like a nuclear chain-reaction, each tiny sensation triggering another, crackling and heaving until she completely lost control and felt the aching walls of her vagina give way to the maddening pressure in the channel next to it. Her face contorted, and her mouth opened with soundless gasps of unbelievable delight as she bucked backwards one more time, then twitched her whole body in an uncontrollable spasm, feeling the tide of climax crash like an exploding volcano into her flooding vagina.
"Oooooooh!" Ida wailed beneath the girl's climaxing image as Hank jerked again into her clasping vagina. She'd watched a girl sodomized until she came, and now Ida felt her own orgasm growing deep in her belly. She had tried to fight him, she really had! But when she watched the intense, electric passion of the girl on the screen and heard the moaning climaxes of the other people in the room, she had stopped resisting the need that quivered so desperately in her own trembling belly. She had heard him whisper that he was sorry for slapping her, that he really loved her, and she had ceased her prudish denials immediately.
Now his jerking penis plunged deep into the hot furnace of her fiery channel and she could only moan with lascivious pleasures as the smooth wet walls of her vagina fluttered and clenched at the driving rod. He loved her, she knew he did, and that made it all right. That made everything all right.
Listening to the haunting heaviness of his breathing, consumed with lust, she glanced back at the screen above her to see the boy in the final tortures of orgasm, screaming soundlessly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" It was so exciting, so thrilling, to see someone else cumming ... just like they had watched Dolly and Bob once before. Now there were more than a hundred people cumming, shooting their sperm and arching their naked backs to break the torments that had throbbed and coarsed through their bodies until they could stand it no longer-and Ida could hear all of them.
"Uh, uh, uh, oooooh!" she moaned as Hank's battering penis raked the clasping walls of her hair-covered pussy, when suddenly the screen above her went blank for a second. It was over for the boy and girl, and in a moment it would be over for her.
As she wailed again, this time feeling Hank's penis jerk spastically, then begin spewing his fiery juices into her lust-maddened vagina, another full-color movie flashed onto the wall above her head. The same as before-two naked bodies, a boy, blond and muscular, a girl, more blonde and excitingly sensual-both entangled in a confused mass of arms and legs, wilding grasping, clutching, sucking ... the girl was sucking his prick!
"Oh, oh!" Ida whimpered as a flood of climatic fluids burst from the depths of her clasping vagina. She thrashed her head from side to side as the torrent raged through the tender muscles of her belly, trying to keep her eyes on the screen so she could watch the obscene girl sucking Hank's prick.
Hank's prick!
"Aaarrggghhh!" she shrieked as her climax broke loose, but it wasn't good, it wasn't right. Her orgasm was hurting, hurting-and she knew why. The girl on the screen was sucking Hank, and the girl ... the girl was Ida O'Brien!
"Oh my God!" she screamed and pushed him off her with every last bit of her exhausted strength. "It's me! It's me!"
Like a wounded animal she jumped up from the floor holding her hands over her burning ears and shrieking again and again: "It's me!"
Shocked, his head rolling with her screams in his ears, Hank looked up at the screen to see his image writhing with passion as Ida sucked like a wild woman at his hardened penis. The son of a bitch! That fucking Rod had done it after all! He'd shown the pictures to everyone. Everything's ruined, destroyed! Oh Christ! What have I done? Phase forgive me, Oh God, what have I done?
"Ida," his pleading voice trembled, and she turned to face him, shaking his hand from her arm when he reached for her.
"You bastard!" hissed like a snake from her quivering mouth. "You bastard, you said you loved me, and I believed you. I loved you, you know I did, and look what you've done! Oh God, look what you've done!"
"Baby," he cried, tears starting to roll from his eyes across his cheek, but she wouldn't listen. "I didn't know about it, I swear, I didn't know."
A crowd was gathering around them, Tony, Shirley, Bob, Dolly and many more, except for those still screwing on the floor and oblivious to the torment of the young couple. "Don't take it so hard," one voice said sympathetically. "You knew you were being filmed, both of you did," sneered another. "You two must have rehearsed that kind of act for weeks," sneered still another.
"You're awful!" she shrieked, her face streaked with a cascade of salty tears. "All of you-you're perverts, crazy, dirty perverts!"
"Then what the hell are you, cunt!" one disheveled boy croaked and Ida saw her only friend, Shirley, standing just behind him, afraid to say anything. There was no one to turn to, no one to help her. She knew Shirley couldn't say anything without being hurt herself, and that left no one.
"Let go of me!" she howled at Hank as he took her arm and started to lead her toward the door. "Leave me along you bastard! You're no better than the rest of them!"
Clutching her opened, torn blouse she ran for the door, brushing and banging against the curious spectators who had watched her screaming at her boyfriend-ex-boyfriend-the boy she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Down the stairs, one flight, then the second and out the front door of the large mansion until she crossed the lawn and ran aimlessly through the large protective bushes.
"Ida! Ida!" Hank's voice called after her through the darkness, but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She didn't know where to go, or how to get there, but she would run forever from the disgrace and humiliation that flickered in full color in the third-floor ballroom behind her. She'd run until she'd die, if she had to!