Chapter 10

KAYE RANG THE BELL AT PRECISELY EIGHT o'clock.

"Hello," smiled Tim, answering the door. "You're right on the button."

"Let's get on with it," said Kaye.

"Certainly," he replied, "but would you mind stepping into the living room? It's rather cold standing in the doorway,"

"Where are your children?" asked Kaye, looking around.

"At boarding school," replied Tim. "Not only do private schools offer a better and more balanced curricula, but I wouldn't want them to be unduly influenced by some of the things that go on around here."

"Really?" she said caustically..

"Really. I don't believe free love or swapping is good for everyone. I'll have no objection if any of them, even the girl, should want to go into it, but I'll be damned if I'm going to lead them into it.

Let them make the decision for themselves."

"Lead them? You mean you'd actually take them to one of your meetings?"

"Of course not,' said Tim, "But living here would influence them every bit as much as if we did take them to the meetings. There'd be no freedom of choice, you see."

"No, I don't."

"That's because you're rather young," continued Tim. "Are you religious?"

"Yes."

"Do you seriously think that you could have been anything but what you are? Your parents, or at least one of them, were the same and it was continuously drilled into your pretty little head that what you were was the one true religion. And, until you got out into the world, what opposing arguments did you ever hear?

"It's the same with this. If they watched us swapping, and saw that everyone derived a great deal of joy and pleasure from it, they would doubtless begin participating themselves, if not in our group then in some other. And they would thus never have the proper exposure to the type of life you seem intent upon living."

"So you see," he concluded, "We're not all the monsters you seem to have made us out to be."

As he finished speaking, Jeannie, clad in a conservatively high-buttoned blouse and ski pants, entered the room, bearing a tray with three drinks upon it.

"Thank you, my dear," said Tim, sitting down in a comfortable leather chair and picking one of the glasses off the tray. "You will join us, I hope?"

"Just one," said Kaye, taking a glass.

"Manhattans," said Jeannie. "But made with Scotch instead of rye or bourbon."

"I'm sure the young lady has more important things on her mind than the contents of your drinks," said Tim, pulling a pipe from his cardigan sweater and applying a match to it.

"Indeed I do," said Kaye, taking a sip from her drink.

"Fine," said Tim. "Everything is just about settled. Won't you sit down and we'll go over the details."

Kaye sat down on a recliner chair, almost spilling her drink as it moved back under her.

"Push that little button near your left hand," said Jeannie. "It's a vibrator."

Kaye did so, and was pleasantly warmed by the mild vibrations running through the chair.

"I believe I am changing my original opinions about you, Mr. Corwith," she said.

"Why, thank you. As I mentioned, we're really not ogres. I don't suppose you've changed your opinion enough to withdraw your demands?"

"No," she said firmly.

"Pity."

"Are you prepared to meet them?"

"Most of them. I got in touch with various members of the club, and all of them agreed to chip in on your-ah-friend's hospital bills. However, I did not get in touch with Frank Durhams."

"Why not?" demanded Kaye.

"First of all, he was unavailable. And then, upon thinking it over, I have decided he is far too superior a student to be forced to leave because of a single minor incident which, I might add, was not entirely without provocation."

"It couldn't be that you don't want Mona to leave, could it?" challenged Kaye.

"In truth, that is part of it, but that single factor alone would not have shaped my judgement. Jeannie," he broke off, "Would you get me another drink?"

Jeannie nodded pleasantly and left the room.

"All right," said Kaye after some consideration. "Frank can stay-but I still want the money."

"And you shall get it," said Tim. "However, won't we have to wait until all the hospital costs are in before we know how large a check to write?"

"Yes. I suppose so."

"You look uncomfortable," noted Tim, as Kaye pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and mopped her face.

"It's gotten a little warm in here," she replied. "Perhaps I should open a window," offered Tim, rising and walking to the window behind her. "That won't be necessary," she answered. He stopped by her chair, and leaned over. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, her head beginning to swim. "Jeannie!" cried Tim. "I think she's going to faint."

"Probably not used to Scotch Manhattans," shrugged Jeannie, returning to the room. "Here, let me at her. The first thing we have to do is loosen her clothing,"

"No ... I'm all right ... really, lam." Kaye protested feebly, as Jeannie's quick, sure hands worked away at the buttons of her suit and blouse.

The chair was still vibrating, sending little electric shocks up and down Kaye's body. She could hardly see straight, and suddenly realized that the drink she had had been drugged.

"A Mickey!" she cried, gasping for air. "You slipped in a knockout drop!"

She panicked, tried to get up, to run away. to scream, but her body refused to obey her mind's commands. She just sat there motionless as Jeannie finished slipping her out of her suit coat, blouse and bra.

Jeannie slowly lowered her head to Kaye's taut, erect nipples, slurping hungrily as the passion began to pour over the beautifully formed little female.

Kaye fought her off, feeling nothing but disgust at the thought of a woman nibbling away at her breasts. Jeannie back off, shrugged, and left the room.

Then Tim came over, Tim, who was tall and lean and experienced, who was not a youth but only beginning to show his age. His hands expertly sought out her free, quivering breasts, massaged them, carressed the tips of the nipples.

Kaye got up one final burst of energy born of desperation and managed to stagger halfway across the room before he caught her.

His strong hands pinned her arms to her sides, and he lowered his sweating face to her breasts, not kissing or licking yet, but merely nuzzling them, letting the soft white flesh yield before him and come back to all but encompass him.

She seemed to see flashes of blinding lights and felt a surge of desire stronger than any she had ever known before. Then she thought of Joel, and weakly tried to free herself.

But Tim was too strong, too aggressive, too knowing. The effort died as suddenly as it had begun, and she collapsed in his arms, completely limp.

"Stand up by yourself!" he commanded her. She did so, wobbling slightly.

"Take off your skirt!"

"Please;..!...."

"Take it off," said Tim, running, his fingers lightly across her breasts, giving each nipple a gentle squeeze.

With a sigh, half of excitement and half of defeat, she pulled down the side zipper and let the skirt fall in a crumpled heap at her feet.

She stood before him now, wearing only her shoes and stockings, a garter belt, and a pair of blue cotton panties, which she had slipped on over the other things.

"The panties," commanded Tim.

"Oh, please, No!" she pleaded. "Please don't make me....I'm a virgin."

"I'm certainly not making you do anything," said Tim slowly. "I'm not using physical force, nor have I in any way helped you to shed your clothes thus far.

He stopped speaking and traced a line down her body with his finger, beginning at her neck, traveling down over her breast and quivering belly to the inside of her thigh. There it lingered, occasionally starting up the inside of her thigh, only to stop again an instant later.

She stood there, trembling so badly that her hair, which had been up in a bun, shook loose and cascaded down her shoulders.

Slowly, never taking her eyes from his, she pulled the panties down over the soft white curve of her hips and stepped out of them.

"You can keep the .stockings on," said Tim casually.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked, though she knew full well what lay ahead.

"Oh, just sit down and wait," said Tim, seating himself comfortably in the recliner, his eyes drinking in every exposed inch of her but always traveling back to the dark triangle between her long, white legs.

"For what?" asked Kaye.

"For you to beg me," he grinned.

She wanted to tell him that she would die before she'd beg anyone but Joel, that she found him the most repugnant man she had ever met, that he could wait until hell froze over before she'd beg him-but even before she could summon up the words and the fury to say these things, she was on her knees before him, clutching at his pants, tears of frustration streaming down her face, slipping into the soft crevice between her bobbing breasts.

"All right!" she moaned. "You win!"

"Not until you beg me," he smiled.

She bit her trembling lip for a moment, trying to fight back the words that would signify the ultimate humiliation, but he reached down and raced his fingers lightly over her breast for just a moment.

"All right," she whimpered, "I beg you."

"Beg me what?" he grinned. "To go to bed with me."

"To bed?" he repeated in mock amazement. "What has bed got to do with anything?"

"Then screw me!" she screamed. "Is that what you want me to say? Screw me!"

"My pleasure," he chuckled, lowering himself to the floor beside her.

She was like a wildcat in his arms, biting, scratching, demanding to be taken violently, brutally, but Tim pinned her arms and torso to the floor with one hand and with the other traced tiny patterns on her lower abdomen.

Kay moaned with rapture. Her head was spinning madly now, and a million tiny lights seemed to explode before her clouded eyes.

And still Tim's hand avoided the moist juncture of her thighs, flitting lightly from stomach to legs and back again. Finally she could stand it no longer and, reaching down, she buried her hand between her legs and began stimulating herself, groaning with the surge of her approaching passion.

Suddenly Tim had slipped out of his clothes and was beside her once again. Now he held both of her hands pinned rigidly to the floor above her head, and waited.

She writhed and squirmed, twisting her heaving body against him, mumbling incoherently between her clenched teeth. At last he mounted her, slid deep inside her, and began moving his body back and forth, slowly at first, then increasing his tempo.

She responded to his movements by gyrating her hips in a circular pattern, raising them high above the floor and pumping them shockingly hard against him, blindly striving to open herself still wider for him.

"Oh, God!" she murmured breathlessly, "It's happening! I feel it happening!"

Then it was upon her, and she exploded with a gushing cacophony of sound and motion. Tim finished first, then withdrew and watched her writhe crazily on the floor, arms and legs flailing the air as if undirected by any governing mental commands.

She reached out for Tim, tried to grab his now limp penis and shove it back inside her, but he backed away.

With a moan that was half ecstasy and half frustration, she lay back on her back, raised her hips, and oblivious to Jeannie and Tim standing there-watching her, lowered her hand along her body until her fingers sought and found her clitoris. She took it between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly, and began manipulating it vigorously, triggering another orgasm.

As spasm after spasm of pleasure contorted her body, she moved her hand once again, trying to insert it all inside her vagina. It didn't fit, and without once ceasing in her ecstatic gyrations, she extended two fingers inside of her, moving them in and out with a regularity that perfectly matched the movements of her pelvis. The lights in the room reflected the glistening moisture of lust on her fingers as she withdrew them, only to shove them in again more fervently.

"No blood," commented Tim, looking between her legs.

"Probably busted it riding horses or something," said Jeannie, approaching.

Finally, her orgasm passed, and Kaye sat up, blinking, supporting herself with her arms.

And then she saw it.

The flashing lights she had thought were in the back of her mind were in front of her nose-for Jeannie had a camera and was still taking photographs as fast as she could replace the bulbs!

The party was going on full blast.

It had been a week since Mona had talked to Sue Ellen, a week of constant anxiety and fear, waiting for the telephone to ring or someone to slip a note under her door telling her that Sue Ellen was ready for her.

But Sue Ellen hadn't gotten in touch with her, hadn't given her the word, hadn't even noticed that she was alive. She wants me to be ready, Mona thought.

The only time they had spoken all-week was when Sue Ellen had arranged to switch places with her while Travis and Frank were attending a lecture.

Frank, too, had been morose and sullen, just as he had been since the day he had put Joel Hankins in the hospital. Something had changed him, butMona didn't know whether that something had occurred when he was smashing little Joel's face apart or when he came home and found Sue Ellen there. He never spoke of it, and she never asked him after he exploded the first time.

"You gonna join the loving tonight?" came a voice, and she looked down from where she was seated on the couch. It was Tim, who was kneeling on the floor in front of her, his hand buried between her legs.

"How long have you been there?" she asked.

"Damned near five minutes," came the response.

"I'm sorry," she said, forcing a smile-and a moment later she was smiling without forcing herself, smiling and laughing and crying in a delirium of pleasure.

"Thanks a lot, lady," smiled Tim. "It beats hell out of taking a hot shower. Very relaxing indeed."

'So I see," she said, looking down at him.

"If I wasn't like that, I'd trade you in for a newer model," he laughed, rising and walking across the room, goosing Jeannie casually as he went.

Mona looked around for Frank, found that he and Sue Ellen had gone off together again, and for the first time felt the pangs of jealousy rising within her.

It was one thing for Sue Ellen to be teaching him the ropes, but did she have to go off to the bedroom with him every time she saw him?

And Mona remembered, too, what Sue Ellen had said: that she just might take Frank home and keep him. It had been said half in fun and half to make Mona play ball-but it could happen, too.

Mona walked over to the makeshift bar in the dining room and poured herself a stiff drink. It burned as it went down, but she immediately refilled the glass and repeated the process with an air of grim determination.

She had never been much of a drinker. A martini or light high-ball before dinner was quite enough for her-and even then, she drank it more for appearances than out of any great liking of the stuff.

But now she was pouring and drinking it like it was going out of style. First she felt mildly warm, then hot and frantic. Finally she heard a faint click somewhere within her head, and all traces of bitterness and jealousy were gone. Now all she wanted was to have a good time, and she returned to the living room, determined to get it.

She stumbled as she entered the room and Travis caught her in typical Travis style-by the breasts. While he was setting her back on her feet she backed up against him, rubbing her bare bottom against his cock.

"I do believe you're trying to tell me something!" he laughed.

"You and everybody else," she said. "Hey, everybody!"

All eye's turned to her tottering figure.

"I'm a little typsy," she announced.

"We would never have believed it," said Mia.

"Well, its true!"

"No," said Karen in mock horror.

"Yes I am," , she insisted. "I'm tipsy or maybe even drunk, and I'm ripe and ready for love."

"Fine," said Travis, giving her breasts a friendly little squeeze. "Let's go."

"No," she said, shaking her head and almost falling over in the process. "There's something I always wanted to do, and now that I'm drunk I am damned well going to do it. Nobody could blame me if you took advantage of my inebru ... inubr.. drunken condition, could they?"

"Never!" Dave swore with mock fervor, "What do you want to do?" asked Herb.

"Take oh every man in the room," she gurgled triumphantly.

"You've already done that, or don't you remember?" laughed Tim.

"I mean at once. Altogether."

"Hey!'? shrilled Jeannie. "I'd like to see that."

"Me too," echoed Travis.

"Here I am," said Mona, laying down on the floor. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"This is going to take some planning," said Sam, studying the situation with the same care he studied a potential appendectomy.

Herb lay down beside her, pulling her unresisting body close against him. With one hand he lifted her leg slightly, then slid his tremendous erection deep inside her.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. "Don't move! Not yet! I can't come yet, not until everybody's here."

Travis was the next one down on the floor. He lay down, facing her back, and drew as close to her as he could.

She felt a strange sensation then, as he began entering her. She'd never had it there before, and for a moment she wanted to cry out in pain, to tell him that he would never fit. But before she could, she heard a soft, contented "Ahh!" from Travis, and he too was buried in her up to the hilt.

"Just what you always wanted?" he asked, his tongue darting around her ear.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she murmured, grabbing Herb's face and pressing her lips to his. His mouth opened slightly and soon her tongue was inside of it.

Sam knelt down beside the welded trio, lowering his panting lips to her breast. He found the hugely erect nipple, sucked at it, toyed with it, until Mona had to beg him to stop until she was ready.

"What's left?" asked Jeannie. "There's still two more guys here."

"Bring 'em over," said Travis. "We'll think of something."

Tim came over first, and knelt just beyond Mona's head. She grabbed his erect organ, ran her fingers lightly over it until she felt it grow still harder, then gently guided it into her moist, waiting mouth.

This was it, all right! Just what she'd always dreamed about, even when she was a girl! She'd wake up trembling in the middle of the night, ridden with guilt but too hot and excited to ever return to sleep. Oh, yes, this was heaven!

She reached for Sam's head with one hand, found it, and traced her fingers down his body until she came to the hot, hard, throbbing thing she sought.

She could barely move now, but she raised her one free hand blindly above her head. A few seconds later Dave's huge erection lay in it, and he closed his own hand tightly over hers.

"Well, everyone seems to be here," said Travis, fighting to keep the passion from his voice. "If there are no objections from the audience, let's get this show on the road."

There were no objections. The women sat around, staring silently, fascinated. Jeannie was masturbating herself furiously, but for once never took her unblinking eyes from the mass of flesh before her.

And suddenly the mass of flesh was a turmoil of motion. Herb and Travis began pumping until Mona thought she would split in half, but bursting with pleasure, she began grinding her hips in rhythm with them. Her nipple was sore from Sam's teeth and tongue, but even the pain turned into an unimaginable pleasure. She sucked so hard, took so much of Tim into her mouth, that she almost choked, but even this made her only increase her efforts.

And then it came, wave after wave of unbearable ecstasy, washing over the six of them almost simultaneously.

"Oh, God!" she half screamed, half moaned, "I can't stop! I can't stop! I can't stop!"

The next thing she remembered was Karen's cool hands touching her forehead. She was lying on the couch, and two or three of the others were gathered around her.

"What ... what happened?" she asked weakly.

"You passed out," said Karen. "From pleasure."

"And maybe from a little too much bourbon too," added Travis.

"No," said Ellen. "It was the sex. Too much of a good thing."

"Too much for me," said Travis, joking. "They all faint when I do my stuff."

"Maybe you should try a new deodorant," said Karen, and Travis laughingly threw, her naked body across his knee and spanked her.

"This'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head!" he said.

"Ow!" she laughed. "What the hell has that-got to to with my head?"

"It's more fun," he said, "and besides, I always said your brains were in your ass!"

"What all's going on in here?" said Sue Ellen, walking into the room with Frank. "Is this the only way you can get a girl to say yes, Travis?"

"Hey, did you miss out on the fun," said Jeannie.

"I did?"

"Ever see five guys humping one girl at the same time?"

"It sounds too delicious to be true," said Sue Ellen.

"Who was the girl?" asked Frank.

"Mona. She's a bit of a battle casualty, though," said Jeannie. "Kept rolling around on the floor, coming and screeching about how it was too good and she couldn't stop, and then all of a sudden she's out cold."

Frank glared at Mona, his fiery eyes piercing her more intensely than any of the five men she had accommodated. Suddenly the liquor was back, boiling and gurgling in her stomach.

"Excuse me," she said slowly, deliberately. "I think I'm going to...."

That was as far as she got.

She made a mad dash down the hall, turned into the bathroom, and lowered her head to the toilet bowl just a fraction of a second before her Stomach gave up the battle.

"Sounds terrible, doesn't it?" said Karen as the heaving, coughing sounds came back down the hall.

"Well, you really can't blame her," said Travis. "Let this be a lesson to you girls: never mix. your drinks. Especially-when they're whiskey and sperm!"

That broke them up, all except Frank, and-when Mona returned, her face pale and drawn, she found them all still laughing.

She wondered why Frank was laughing at her too, for she had seen the look on his face, but when she tried to find him she discovered that he had gone. Sue Ellen was still there as were all the others.

"Where's Frank?" she asked Travis.

"I don't know. Said something about having to study, put on his clothes,, and cut out. Not more than a minute ago."

"I'd better go after him," she said, searching around for her panties and bra.

"Nonsense," said Travis. "He's a big boy now. He can take care of himself."

"Just the same ... "she began, but he was holding her firmly by the shoulders, and the old longing began to build up within her, to permeate every fiber of her body.

"Please, Travis...." she said, but he merely smiled at her and lowered one hand down across her belly, losing it in the thick mat of hair below.

She wanted to stuggle, to race out after Frank and take him home and to bed, but her knees were trembling too much even to stand, and she had to grab hold of Travis just to keep her balance.

Then his hands were racing all across her, and with a little moan she lowered herself to the floor, pulling him down beside her.

"Still the same old Mona," he said, nuzzling her breasts. "You had me wondering for a minute there."

"I love him," she pleaded. "Do it quick so I can go after him."

"Just make believe I'm Frank," he whispered.

She closed her eyes and pulled his mouth up to hers. With one hand she guided him inside her. Once she felt him there, she pressed her legs together, moaning at the pressure she felt within herself.

And when it was all over and he gently lowered her back to the floor, Travis was surprised to find a stream of tears racing down her face.