Chapter 5
Two hours, three cocks, and three pussies later Erik danced with the rest of the group, bouncing with carefree abandon to the loud music that had been piped into the room. Strobe lights flickered blindingly on the naked, prancing bodies. All the women's breasts bounced and jostled each other to the steady, rhythmic cock-cunt pounding beat of the blaring bongo drums.
Margo had by now stripped off her enveloping leather casing and bounced with the others, stopping occasionally to spread her legs, arms akimbo, and grind her hips invitingly at whoever happened to be looking her way. It was more a habit than an invitation.
The music was electrifying ... so were the various gadgets each of the bouncing dancers held to their respective sexual organs. The men had each been given the back-of-the-hand strap-on vibrating units; the women had received the slim, bullet-nosed, cock-shaped "personal" vibrators. These were personal gifts given as a thank you for the weekend by the hosts.
By the time Margo had passed out the vibrators, every one of the assembled group either had a hard-on or was screwing her ass into the sofa cushions. With her plans for the evening's "dance," what could be a better stimulating agent, she thought, than the person's own hand?
Lena's mind spun crazily ... so many wild things had happened to her the last few days ... she pushed the fake plastic cock further up into her greedily sucking cunt ... so many things had happened. Her body shuddered violently and she almost lost her balance as she sought to drive still another cock deep up into her twitching pussy.
I've got to ... she muttered to herself. The music was sending chills through parts of her body she didn't know still existed. She yearned for Phil's strong arms around her, his hands caressing her enflamed breasts, his tongue slicing its way through her cunt lips and plunging into her hot cave ... oh, she wanted his "Little man" inside her, pounding into her and upwards toward her belly. Insanely, she drove the plastic cock furiously in and out of her clutching snatch. Lena bounced to the music even though she hadn't danced in years. She moved around and around in the pulsating circle, pushed forward by whomever was behind her. It was a man, she knew that much, because she'd felt his stiff vibrating cock stab at her back once when she didn't move fast enough to keep ahead of him. She never looked back to see who it was.
Eddie was behind Lena doing something that seemed like a weird combination of the Irish jig and the acid-rock weaving dance. His eyes were narrow slits sunk back into his bobbing head. He tried to stare at Len's invitingly bouncing ass cheeks while he jacked his cock off with his new toy, but he couldn't concentrate very well. He jerked spastically, still unable to really control the mechanical hand-jobber throbbing so violently in his palm. His long blonde hair hung in heavy strips now, the combination of sweat and sexual activity having given him the look of an embattled draft dodger.
Margo fell into some kind of formation behind Eddie. The ravishing brunette's nostrils flared and sucked in wildly as she panted and gasped for air. Sweat streamed down her body in glistening trickles and the flashing lights made her seem almost unreal ... a humanized sculpture ... a weaving, bouncing mass of sucking cuntal muscles.
A solid white movie screen hung on the wall to the left of the dancing group, the lights throwing distorted shadows on it. Occasionally a dancer would stop long enough to make a shadow, then smile and continue to the music.
Phil's lust-ridden eyes bore fiery holes through the slender, well-proportioned jiggling body in front of him. He knew what was coming, or at least he hoped he was guessing right because his balls ached to empty themselves into Margo's ass. He'd used a vibrator before, but now he only pretended to use it because he wanted to save his come for Margo's ass.
Adele tightly gripped the nipple of a breast and pinched it between her fingers. She'd had more sex this weekend than she'd had in months, but she found, much to her surprise and amazement, that she couldn't stop moving with the group even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't.
She could still feel a cock plunging in and out of her cunt even though it was empty at the moment. She held the plastic dick in front of her, squinting in the bright, flashing lights. She could see that it was wet but she couldn't clearly remember whether it had been in her cunt yet or not. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered tonight ... this moment ... except the dance and whatever came next.
Erik's eyes were tightly shut as he pranced around in the climax-building, throbbing circle of bodies. He held his vibrating hand under his cock, wildly massaging his balls and occasionally stretching to stick his finger up into his ass. He grinned as he thought of the unsuspecting actors and actresses he had in the house and the reels of valuable film he'd be developing twenty-four hours from now.
God, he hadn't wanted to be fucked by those men, he thought, whimpering softly and massaging the sore ring around his ass-hole. He liked it better when he had young, fairly inexperienced studs fuck him or like those young boys they'd brought up that one weekend. Especially Phil, he remembered, thinking of the thick, stout cock that had so angrily plunged and jackhammered into his poor innocent ass. One day he'd get back at Phil but he'd have to think of a plan ... maybe he could get Phil back up to see them again and have a well-hung Negro give him some of his own medicine. He hadn't realized how sadistic that short, balding little man was.
Jan followed the fast-moving circle, still in a kind of half daze after the pummeling she'd received from Phil's hard, marauding cock. She never realized how terribly much she appreciated Eddie, through he still had a lot to learn. At least he was better than some sadistic prick who thought every fucking session was a gang-bang.
Martin was the last in the line, though in a circle it's hard to tell who started what. He too, like the others, was given over to the mood of the moment, jerking his cock slowly with his back-of-the-hand muscle massager.
Slowly, the sex-dazed dancers raised their hands and clasped onto the hips of the person in front. An unbroken circle of throbbing, gyrating bodies was formed, flashing a crazy image on the wall screen.
As if by some unseen and unreal radar mental monitor the dancers fell to the floor, one by one, still grasping the other's body. Gradually everyone settled into the deep-pile carpeting, caressing either roughly or gently the body nearest their outstretched hands.
Martin was pulled backwards gently until he lay flat on his back. Lena turned toward him and almost immediately began lapping at his balls, veering off to the side and nibbling on his muscular thighs.
Jan squatted over Martin's upturned face, turning towards Erik's cock. Greedily she attacked it with her mouth, feeling, even in her dazed yet stimulated condition, the delightful ripples of approaching climax gurgle up from her crotch.
Erik lay back, soon finding his face under Adele's rising and falling cunt. On her upswing he positioned his head between her legs and, on the downstroke he reached up and grabbed her firmly molded buttocks, holding them still as he flicked out his tongue and licked her slit.
Adele had quickly fallen, swooped down, on Phil's thick rigid prick, taking its entire length into her oral cavity in one great gulp. Phil's hips jutted up of their own accord ... he'd become so used to fucking these last few days.
Margo's oozing snatch came smashing down onto Phil's grizzled face and, once it felt a tongue snaking upwards into it, stayed there, grinding itself down so it screwed Phil's head into the deep rug.
Her mouth was involved in sucking on Eddie's bloated balls as he reared up and pushed them into her face. She massaged his cock with her free hand, using the other to cup his balls, holding them steady as she hungrily sucked.
Eddie's mouth was glued to Lena's grinding cunt, thus completing the daisy chain. To him it seemed as if Lena was attempting to screw his face in time to the music, she was pumping it up and down so fast. Either that, he mused, or.she was hot enough to burn a damn town down!
The dizzily flashing atmosphere lights seemed to speed up, lending an insane fast motion to the sucking, fighting, biting, twitching bodies attached to one another near the far side of the room.
Phil bit deeply into Margo's smashing pussy, having somehow become sadistic over the last few days. He wanted to hurt her ... to hurt somebody, anybody ... he wanted to get back for all the times at home when he should have said something, but remained silent. Margo slammed down on top of him and ground her cunt into his face again and again until he had to bite her so she'd move up and give him a chance to breathe.
All the vibrators had been tossed in the middle of the throbbing circle of bodies, some still buzzing and adding yet another weird effect to the psychedelic orgy. Suddenly the amplified sound of eight people's heavy breathing, gasping, and panting burst into the room. It too was mingled with the loud, blaring music the buzzing from the vibrators and the fast-blinking lights.
Upturned grinding, screwing asses threw distorted shadows onto the screen, flickering the heaving globes and flailing arms and legs in larger-than-life forms on its alternately white rectangular shape.
Slowly, synchronizing with the bodies involved, the lights stabilized then faded and the music tapered off until it was no more than a distant echo. Amber lights undulated in the center of the room, tinting the bodies in a halo-like aura.
Margo was still going but no one was strong enough to join her, so she pulled a still-buzzing vibrator from the center pile and fucked herself. Margo was careful not to brush too harshly against the extremely sensitive flaps of skin at the side of her cunt. She still felt the searing pain of Phil's gnawing teeth, sawing away at her cunt almost as if he'd been trying to eat it whole.
Adele gently rubbed her aching jaws and felt her face to see if all the bones were still in place. God, she thought, Phil could beat hell out of anyone, just using his cock. Even thought he'd been under Adele's fast-bobbing head, he'd managed to send his stocky rod almost clear through her head. Adele was certain she'd felt it pounding against the far back walls of her throat.
Most of the others were close to the passing-out stage. Jan looked like she'd been involved in a constant gang-bang chain for the past two days. Her mouth hung slackly open, Erik's come trickling out its sides and down her quivering chin. Her eyes were closed and her long, blonde locks hung in a tangled, sweaty mass, limply going every which way on her head. Absentmindedly, she sat cross-legged and diddled her clit with her index finger. Her upper body was drooping but she continued to finger-fuck herself as she moaned softly and rocked her body back and forth.
"Eddie," she moaned softly, crooning to herself as she shook her head. "Eddie, baby ... where are you? Your Mama wants to hold you ... to smell you ... feel you ... Eddie ... Oh, baby, your Mama needs you!" Jan's voice started trailing off as she fucked herself still faster until her body jerked backwards and she fell, throwing her legs up wildly into the air.
Eddie had been watching his wife. He'd heard her calling him but he'd become so mesmerized by her finger-fucking that he hadn't moved toward her. Slowly he crawled closer and he heard her still mumbling, calling him.
"I want my baby-batter-maker ... Eddie," she crooned.
"I'm here, Mama," he answered in a hoarse whisper as he brushed the tangled snarls away from her sweat-stained and flushed face.
"Hold me, Eddie," she moaned. "Rock me in your arms ... I want to feel you next to me."
Slowly, Eddie scooped Jan's limp body up off the rug and cradled her in his arms like an overgrown child. He looked down at her face tenderly, happy they'd experienced the weekend and counting on many more in the near and distant future.
"Mmmmm, Eddie baby," Jan moaned, nuzzling her face into his fuzzy-haired chest, "you smell like healthy animal ser."
Eddie laughed at her almost comical remark, content as he cradled his wife in her post-climactic stage.
"Baby?" she moaned, trying to look up and into this face.
"Hmmmm? What do you want to say?" he answered, holding her away from him so he could look at her face.
"They're good," Jan purred. "Every one of them was a good bailing partner!" She burrowed her face into his chest and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sight of contented relief.
Margo crawled over by Erik. "Penny for your dirty thoughts ... dirty laundry ... or whatever you have to offer an innocent pussycat," she whispered toward his ear.
Erik fondly feasted on his wife's voluptuous nakedness. Her raven pussy hair was matted with mingled come, white-flecked and glistening in the undulating lights. Erik pulled her toward him, pressing her into the crook of his arm as he threw his other arm around Adele's shoulders. Martin had crawled up by his wife and had an arm around her waist.
"Well, folks," Erik began, "I want to say it's been one hell of a good, solid fucking weekend. I don't really think anyone has any complaints, do you?"
The large old-fashioned clock in the hall struck ten. Everybody was packing, getting ready to leave. Margo had followed Adele and Martin into a bedroom. Deftly, she maneuvered Martin into a corner, grinding her still wet pussy against his now flaccid cock.
"Martin, try to get it up. Fuck me!" she cried, clawing at him.
Adele crept up behind her, vibrator in hand. She aimed it at Margo's ass, then flicked the switch. Margo jumped, shocked yet delighted by the latest arrival.
The ravishing brunette pushed her ass back and doubled over, propping herself with one hand held against her knee as she crouched and vainly tried to lick some life into Martin's cock.
Adele plunged the vibrator's bullet-nose through the puckered elastic flesh of Margo's ass, her hand seeming to be jacking the vibrator off as she plunged it insanely in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breath was coming in short staccato gasps and she leaned on Margo's back for support.
Martin could see they'd need some help. He pulled out from under Margo's quivering weight which had been pinning him to the wall and walked around, easing his wife away from the vibrator and propelling her to the spot where he'd stood.
Margo's hands darted out in front of her as soon as she saw the pink-brown tips of Adele's tits staring her in the face. Hungrily she bent her head and covered a breasts with it, massaging the other tit with her free hand.
The vibrator was crazily plunging in and out of her squirming ass. Insanely, Margo wondered what it would feel like to have a vibrating plastic cock stuck up in her ass for a couple of hours. She wondered if it could possibly stay up there all by itself without anyone else being around ... maybe she could sit on it.
Wildly, her fingers searched for and found the slit between Adele's legs. Her fingers fucked into it ... then rested, firmly massaging the other woman's clitoris until they collapsed some twenty minutes later.
For the first time in two days, everyone assembled in the large dining room fully clothed. The departing guest's suitcases had already been stacked into the back of the sleek wine-colored limousine that would take them all down the hill and back to their everyday life.
Margo and Erik led the guests to the door and followed them to the car. Everyone piled in and the drive down the long, winding hill repeated itself.
The hosting couple watched as the Gerards, Bakers and Jasons got in their cars and drove off. Instead of climbing back up the hill, they turned off the road and headed to the left across a well-concealed semi-private dirt road. Erik's hands were on the wheel and Margo's hand was coiled firmly around his now exposed and prominently erect cockshaft.
"Hey, bitch," Erik mumbled, "you're a fucking good actress, a fucking excellent balling and orgy partner, and a super crook."
"Look at the dirty fuckin' pot calling the kettle black," she answered in mock anger.
"If you're going to have your fingers around that cock, lady, it's yours to jack off!"
Margo did better than that. Her head seemed to flatten itself as she pressed between the steering wheel and Erik's half-clad body. Teasingly, she let her tongue dart out and wiggle itself into the slit at the tip.
"Hey, it's a damn good thing we're not on some city road or you'd really get me in trouble!" he cried.
Margo looked up, staring at the door handle. "So pull over already, dummy!"
Margo's mouth opened wide, the little pink tip of her hot, searching tongue darting out to lick at the very tip of his shaft. Her hand manipulated the skin at the base of the prick, extracting the skin from the satiny head. Then Margo licked at its sensitive underside, dropping briefly to return to its hairy base, licking upward slavishly. Margo then pulled up completely, almost off his cock, before she slipped her hot glistening lips over the entire head of the turgid cock, sucking it in just beyond the coronal rim. Margo's cheeks hollowed in her sucking motions as her tongue tip teased and her other hand groped inside his pants to cradle his bloated balls within it.
"Aaagh baby ... suck it ... suck it!" Erik cried out hoarsely as he searched and found the lever which moved the front seat back. Cruelly yet knowingly, he slammed Margo's head onto his metal like shaft as his hips surged upward, threatening to drill a hole right through Margo's sucking mouth, throat and skull.
"Suck harder, bitch ... come on, whore ... harder ... use that experienced mouth of yours ... suck harder!" Erik's voice echoed back to him in the tightly shut limousine. He was beginning to get impatient. As usual, Margo's timing was lousy. She knew damn well that he needed to close this deal and that's when she decided to suck him off.
Erik's tall frame jerked and squirmed as Margo continued her assault on his rock hard cock. He grimaced in pain as she bit down, moaning unceasingly, his face now becoming corded with bulging veins and facial muscles that threatened to pop out of his skull. His mouth agape, neck tensing, nostrils flaring wildly, Erik slowly became covered with another thin film of sweat already freshly glistening on his brow beneath his disheveled blonde hair.
He felt Margo's wet, smooth mouth sucking insanely at his pulsating, growing cock. Frantically he reared up and plunged the last remaining half inch of his long, thick shaft into her moistness.
"Ahhhh ... my very own suck machine ... Margo ... my perverted baby . . you're doing great ... keep sucking it hard! Ahhhh!" he gasped loudly and clutched at the flat expanse of Margo's back..
Fifteen minutes later, Erik had composed himself, wiped the new glistening sweat off his face ... and continued down the dusty private road.
He code-knocked on the large oak door ... two fast taps, three fast taps ... then waited.
An elegantly clad older man opened the door. He was wearing a finely sewn velvet dinner jacket and white casual linen slacks.
His feet were shod in high patent leather boots.
"Okay, Dan," Erik whispered, "you can come up the hill now."
The older man disappeared into the house, then shortly returned to the door followed by five girls not more than fourteen years of age.
Silently, the strange group piled into the long limousine and Erik deftly maneuvered the huge car around until they were facing the op-posit direction. "The girls know what to do now, don't they?" Erik asked without turning his head away from the wheel.
"Yes, Erik," came the voice from the back, seat. "They know what to do. They've done it before for you, haven't they?'
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Erik answered. "I'd just forgotten if these were the same chickies."
"They're the same chickies, all right," the older man mumbled." His irritation began to show through the thinly veiled sarcasm in his voice. "Are the same old Johns coming up tonight?"
"Yep," he answered and then fell silent, paying attention only to the long winding road and his wife whose fingers were once again attacking his cock.
Erik had formed an almost secret organization whereby certain older professional men could come up to their cabin after midnight and have all the sweet young pussy they could possibly suck or fuck or whatever they felt like doing to it. Paddling was sometimes permitted but only with a "chaperone" in the room. This insured the girl's safety and the older man's protection so he couldn't possibly get too carried away.
Erik's other friend was, at the same time, driving up from the opposite side of the hill, bringing a nice sweet carload of young boys. He was only transporting three this time and more would be supplied in the future if they were needed for business build-up.
Erik was extremely proud of his latest venture. He'd chosen well-gotten two very good recruiters-and now all he had to do was to keep the male and female Johns coming in to sample the ever-fresh merchandise. Margo had helped him to pick out some of the kids. Margo was usually right ... especially if she sensed some sort of misfortune in any of their community dealings. That's why Erik had been relying on her to check out the young stuff. Besides, she liked it herself and trained the kids very well. He'd had no complaints from anyone yet concerning his young merchandise.
It seemed like a damn eternity before the limousine found its way to their large ranch house and pulled up noisily in the driveway. The girls were sent, along with their chaperone, the older man, into a back room to wait the arrival of new guests.
Margo wandered into the kitchen, taking about fifteen minutes to mix a beakerfull of the redheaded cocktail. Erik disappeared into the projection room, winding his spliced composition on one giant reel. When Margo came bouncing into the den with the tray holding the glasses and cocktail concoction, Erik was already ready, naked and impatiently waiting for her to set her ass down so they could enjoy the latest film production of Lawson Ltd., their unpublished yet functioning film company, massage service, fetish caterers and party givers.
The flick started with a fast-paced cut of the arriving cars, headlights flicking wildly distorted shadows on the surrounding dark greenery. The second shot showed the weekend guests getting out of the car ... gawking at the lush, green landing ... entering the house ... flick to giant cunt on wall movie screen ... close-up of Adele rubbing Martin's cock through his pants ... Lena holding onto Phil's stubby, heavy-set cock ... Jan jacking off with Eddie's cock as she finger-fucked herself ... Margo spreading her legs ... close-up of Erik's bulging organ.
A pungent, tingling odor grew strong in the room and a red-hot pinpoint shone brightly. Erik passed the hand-rolled marijuana cigarette to Marge, loudly sucking in the smoke. Margo held the stubby cigarette between two fingers and took a long, hard draw-she held the smoke as long as she could without blowing her lungs apart.
"After a fulfilling weekend like the one we just had," Erik drawled as he still held his breath, "what can be better than a little hit off some good grass?"
Margo smiled, her teeth glistening in the flickering darkness, and handed the joint back to Erik. "Well, Mr. Big-Businessman," she answered curtly, "our fucking business isn't quite finished. I think you're well aware of that little, minute detail, aren't you?"
Erik took another long drag off the wrinkled joint and passed it back.
Margo held it a moment, eyeing it nervously. "What do I do if this stuff makes me dizzy like it did once before?" she asked hesitantly.
"Don't worry about it."
"Oh, dammit, Erik, you know it doesn't always act right with me. How in the goddamn hell can I be good for anything if I'm bombed and sick to my fuckin' gut?"
As soon as she'd spoken, the tingling began-first, just the extreme tips of her fingers. Then it hit her toes. And finally-slowly-the relaxing tingle eased its way through her tensed body, releasing all her muscles from their painful postures along its soothing path. She felt very warm and very good-no, she wasn't going to get sick tonight. In fact, if the guys didn't come in the next five minutes, they weren't coming until the morning and she could go to bed and fuck herself to sleep.
The men didn't show ... and Margo and Erik happily and contentedly snuggled under their satiny sheets.