Chapter 5
In the ensuing months, Rolland and I used the doctor's examination routine on a bevy of girls in the school. There was Linda, the angelic-looking young girl with long golden hair who had lost her virginity to a carriage driver when they had become lost in a thick fog. There was Priscilla, a dark-haired lass with enormous breasts who had willingly given up her virginity to her younger brother and had gone on to seduce the entire football team at the school.
Best of all was Lolly, a charming young bundle of fire who had a penchant for taking a man's instrument into her mouth while another insinuated itself into her sweet little puss. She took us both on at one time. Lolly (we called her "Lollipop" because of her desire to have something in her mouth) couldn't remember where she had left her cherry, and we didn't press the point. All we knew was that she was willing, proficient, charming, and as sexy as the mother twat of the world.
Near the end of the term when we knew that our ready supply of young puss would be off on holidays and we would be left to our own devices and prowling the streets, I suggested to Rolland that we have a party with all the girls as a sort of farewell gesture. He thought it a great idea, and since he was a bachelor, it was decided to hold it in his flat.
Although Rolland did not make much money as schoolmaster, he had no family to keep and so had put his earnings into fine furniture and decorations for his large flat. The flat had three bedrooms, a library, a den, and a small sitting room, in addition to the usual rooms in a flat. He had a large Gramophone and a great selection of popular records. In addition, he had one of the greatest collections of pornographic literature I have ever seen. Fantastic.
To add more spice to the party, I invited Eclair, Audrey, and Shawn Wai-all of whom I had continued to enjoy in spite of the delightful bonanza I had discovered at the school. Instead of waning, my ardor seemed to be growing stronger with each passing day, and I had begun to think of myself as a male nymphomaniac.
The party was held on a Friday night after Althea and Nancy had gone north to visit Althea's relatives for the weekend. It was my intention to keep the party going as long as possible, with the girls going home at night and returning the following evenings. As it worked out, many of them stayed the entire weekend.
It began slowly, and we served the girls weak whiskey drinks to get them into the proper mood. To keep the two of us from being killed, Rolland had suggested that we invite a couple of other men. He hand-chose Allen Jipski, a mathematics teacher at the school and also a bachelor, and Doran Whitehouse, a Negro from British Guiana who was taking his master's degree at Cambridge. They were both youngish, handsome men with very friendly personalities. I was able to meet them briefly a week before the party and had determined that they were excellent choices.
We had all assembled in the large parlor to listen to records, and after a couple of mild drinks, I suggested a game that I had played as a child. It was a question-and-answer game, but I added one extra ingredient.
"The person who misses a question," I said, "must remove an article of clothing and toss it into the center of the room. The game is actually a sort of intellectual version of strip poker."
The girls squealed with delight at the game, and the men grinned from ear to ear. It was obvious that the game was to be a grand success.
We moved the furniture back to the walls and sat in a large circle around the room. I called out the first question, directed to Audrey.
"How high are the towers on London Bridge?"
She didn't know, so she removed her jacket and tossed it into the middle of the floor.
Next was Linda, and she answered correctly.
"How many shillings were there in a pound in 1860?" I asked Allen Zipski.
He didn't know, so his shirt joined Linda's jacket.
"All right, Priscilla," I said. "Tell me how many days the Napoleonic Wars lasted?"
She couldn't, so her blouse came off, and she tossed it gaily into the growing heap of clothing.
After fifteen minutes, everyone had lost at least one article of clothing and poor Ellen was in her panties and brassiere. I knew that she would probably wind up naked before anyone, so I began to give her easy questions.
"Whose statue is in Trafalgar Square?"
"The Duke of Brandywine," she said.
Everyone hooted and yelled, because they were certain the child had missed the question on purpose. But it was obvious that she really didn't know. She had a choice of which of her last two remaining articles to donate to the heap of clothing in the center of the rug. We waited with bated breath as she pondered her decision.
Suddenly, she unsnapped her brassiere and flipped it into he heap. Her heavy young breasts leaped into prominence, and I noticed that Doran Whitehouse was licking his lips and pressing his thighs together. I had erected almost as soon as the game had started and was deliberately framing difficult questions to get the game well underway.
At that point, the Negro had only a pair of white underpants covering his shimmering body, and I had noticed that the girls had been casting sidelong glances at the huge bulge in his crotch. I knew he had not erected, but his bulge was nonetheless fairly sizable.
I decided to make him the first person to lose out altogether. "Doran," I said, pursing my lips maliciously, "name the last three kings of Arabia."
To my utter surprise-and to the surprise of every other person in the room-he answered correctly.
I went around the room once more, skipping Ellen because she had only her panties left and only the Negro was up with her. Each person lost another article of clothing, and now three of the girls were in panties and brassieres. I had on my two-piece underwear, Rolland had on his underwear and both stockings, and Allen Zipski still had his trousers, although he was bare to the waist.
I kept working on Allen until he had only his underwear shorts, then forced Rolland to the same state of undress. When all the girls except Ellen had on only panties and bras, I went to work once more on the African.
"If you get this one, Doran," I said, "you may not only keep your drawers, but we shall elect you to Parliament. Who was the seventh vice-president of the United States?"
He smiled broadly and said softly, in his thick voice, "John C. Calhoun."
It was obvious that the man was a genius with a photographic memory. He had missed earlier questions in order to get down to his drawers, but now he was resisting the temptation of being the first one to become naked. I decided to strip him, in spite of his genius. I made a quick round of the room with extremely simple questions. In spite of it, Priscilla lost her brassiere, and we now had two sets of bare titties to ogle.
On the next time with Doran Whitehouse, I hit him with a devastating blow. "When was the planet Plutoid discovered, and who discovered it?"
He looked at me, and I noticed a half grin curling the corners of his mouth. He knew there was no such planet, but to his credit, he knew the date of the discovery of the planet Pluto, as well as its discoverer.
"Wrong," I said. "There is no such planet as Plutoid. A genius such as you should have known that."
He shrugged his massive black shoulders and stood up. He faced the girls, and they all looked up eagerly, obviously quite anxious to get a look at this black man's tool. Doran slid the white shorts down slowly. As his great soft tool began to show, it seemed to take an eternity for him to uncover all of it. From the crisp black pubic hairs, the long instrument stretched almost to his knees. The girls gasped when the great knob was exposed and we were looking at nearly nine inches of black African peter.
The rule was that, as individuals were stripped, they were to go to the pile of clothing and lie down in it until we were all naked. Doran went directly to the pile and lay down with a great sigh. The girls half raised to get a better look at his enormous dong.
From that point on, the questions were indeed tough, and Ellen lost her panties on the next round. She lay beside Doran, close enough to sense the powerful male smell of him but far enough away that her skin did not touch his. Her nearness, however, was doing things to him, and the enormous tool began a slow and steady rise to prominence.
Rolland questioned me each time my turn came, and he was being particularly ruthless. In no time at all, I was naked, and in spite of myself, I stood up with a tremendous throbbing hard-on that drew applause from those still seated in the circle.
One by one, the girls joined us on the pile of clothing, and within the very next round, I had Audrey on one side of me and Priscilla on the other. The area was getting crowded, so it was necessary for us to lie very close together.
When only Rolland and Linda remained in the circle, each with a single article of clothing, Ellen let out a tremendous whoop and closed both her hands around the great, imposing dork of Doran Whitehouse. Even with both hands clasping the brute, there were three or four inches of exposed pecker sticking into the air. Ellen jumped to her knees and, still holding Doran's throbbing tool, plunged the head of it into her mouth.
That set it off. Rolland and Linda slipped out of their last articles and flipped them onto the pile of bodies. I reached out for Priscilla, partly because I was fascinated by her enormous pink titties, and threw myself on top of her. Within seconds, there were sighs and grunts and groans and moans in the room. The pile of clothing provided a soft mattress beneath us, and I got to my knees between Priscilla's legs. She spread her legs wide, and I bent to put my mouth over her gash. As I did so, I felt activity at my crotch and realized that little Lolly had slid up between my legs and was groping for my hanging instrument. As my mouth closed over Priscilla's puss, Lolly found my cork and slid half of it into her mouth.
The African let out a magnificent yell as Ellen worked on his tool, her hands caressing his great ball-bag. His hands groped and found her pendant breasts, and she squealed with delight when his great, dark hands closed like a vise over them. I looked up from my repast and saw that Rolland had sunk his machine into the soft folds of Eclair's pussy. Allen was already actively screwing Audrey.
This left Linda and Shawn Wai to their own devices, but it was not necessary for me to be concerned about them having a good time. The next time I raised from the juicy puss I had been ramming, I saw that the beautiful Linda and the yellow-skinned Shawn Wai were in the soxante-neuf position and seemed quite happy with the arrangement.
Now that all the guests were being cared for, I crossed them out of my mind and bent to my enjoyable task with a renewed vigor and delight. My hands snaked up along Priscilla's pink body and grasped her jutting tits. I raised my buttocks a little and spread my legs more to give Lilly full sway at my genitals. She sucked hard on my tool, lashing it with her tongue while her small, delicate fingers tickled my hairy balls and probed at my pulsating anus.
My tongue darted into the sweet cavern of Priscilla's oozing pussy, and her buttocks gyrated and revolved under my gnawing pressure. I kissed the snapping wet lips and pushed my tongue hard against her clitoris and felt her body hump and buck under me. Her hands were dug into my hair, and she pressed my face tighter and tighter into her love tunnel.
The action down below was helping to raise me to fever pitch as the expert and adroit little Lolly sucked and lapped at my pulsating tiger.
"Switch time," Rolland Heffington called out. "Everybody switch partners before it's too late."
I hadn't thought of such a delightful idea, and reluctant as I was to leave my wonderful tandem situation, I was in favor of moving on to something new and strange. Since I had had all the girls in the room at one time or another, I decided to go for the one I had had at a most distant point in time. It was, of course, sweet little Audrey.
When Lolly let go of my aching cork, I crawled across several bodies and found Audrey staring at the enormous spike of the African. I knew she was about ready to plunge the black bolt into her mouth, but I had better plans for those sweet lips. I leaped upon her and, while I kissed her hungrily and passionately, rammed my wicked wrench into the innermost parts of her pussy. She gasped, returned my hot kiss, and promptly forgot about the monster pecker.
I raised my head from her lips just in time to see Doran's mammoth woman-killer disappear into Shawn Wai's waiting pussy. The Chinese girl screamed out in pain and pleasure as his huge balls knocked against her slim buttocks, signaling that he had penetrated her with the full measure of his offering.
Audrey was exceedingly sweet and pliable under my touch. She rose to me passionately and excitingly when I began my long, steady stroking.
"I've missed you," she said, drawing her words out between gasps.
"And I've missed you," I said, humping and jumping on her slippery body. She was all covered with perspiration-her own and somebody else's.
"I guess you know," she whispered, "that I love you very much."
"I love you, Audrey," I assured her. At that moment, I really did.
The sounds of love in the room heightened my passion and my pleasure as I fucked the lovely young girl. She clung to me with a vise-like grip, her strong young legs crushing my flanks, her hands clawing at my back. We came together and lay amid the thrashing, grunting, groaning, moaning, sighing bodies.
In a quiet moment, Audrey nibbled at my ear and whispered something so softly that I didn't hear it.
"What did you say?" I asked. "There's so much racket with the others going at it, I can't hear you."
"I said," she repeated, "that I'm going to have your baby. I'm pregnant."
"Indeed," I said. It wasn't a question and it wasn't an exclamation. I wasn't especially surprised, nor was I especially concerned. I had taken no precautions with her or with any of the girls, so I had more than half expected it sooner or later.
"Didn't you hear me?" she asked. "I said I'm going to have your baby."
"I heard you," I said. "I think it's marvelous."
She began to cry, and I kissed her sweet little lips and caressed her.
"Don't cry," I said. "It isn't the end of the world. Girls and women have babies all the time."
"What will I do?" she moaned. "My father will kill me."
"Hush," I said, pressing against her soft, warm, sweaty body. "Don't worry about him. Don't worry about anything. I shall take care of the entire matter."
"Are you going to help me get an abortion?"
I raised up and stared at the girl. "Are you crazy? Of course I'm not going to help you get an abortion. We're going to have that baby, and it will be ours. My God, child, a baby is an act of God. Let's count our blessings and be happy."
In the furor of the party, we let the matter slide, although Audrey didn't seem to enjoy the later festivities as much as she might have. She sat sullenly through the grand demonstration the African put on as he stood in the middle of the floor and masturbated. He shot a pearly stream so high in the air that it almost creamed the ceiling. Following his phenomenal act, Lolly did a marvelous job with her lips on the ready cork of the schoolmaster.
With the exception of a few hours of sleep for all members of the party, the festivities continued until late Sunday afternoon, when we all dressed and left the schoolmaster's flat. I walked outside with Audrey and Eclair and hailed a carriage. In the carriage, I told Eclair our happy news, and she hugged Audrey excitedly.
Audrey was not convinced of my sincerity in taking proper care of her until Monday morning, when I took her with me on a search of apartment buildings and found a small and comfortable flat within three blocks of my own flat.
"It is important that you continue in school until it becomes obvious that you are pregnant," I said. "To avoid your parents' finding you, I think you should enroll in another school. Don't worry, my beautiful young child. Everything will be fine. You will be most comfortable here, and I shall be around when ever you need me."
"I need you now," she said as she looked around the bright and cheerful flat. It had two bedrooms, a parlor, a small kitchen, and a formal dining room. It was, indeed, a wonderful flat for a young girl. I knew that it would be no problem bringing in a maid when she was unable to care for the flat. I would make certain that the maid was pretty-and very young.
I went to Audrey and took her in my arms. She melted against me, and her full breasts crushed against my chest.
"I shall always love you, my dear child," I said. "And I shall always care for you."
"But what about our baby?" she cried. "You're an old man, and the baby will still be young when you-when you're gone."
"Don't worry, sweets," I said. "I shall outlive the both of you. I feel like a young buck of fourteen right now."