"I don't come home for one fuckin' night and I come home to catch you screwing my best friend! What kind of Goddamned wife are you anyway?"
"Me? I suppose you expect me to believe you were away on business! You and that oversexed secretary of yours! Sure I fucked Charlie. Why not? You think you're the only one who's allowed to have any fun? Besides, it's not like it was the first time Charlie and I have made it. You've just been too fuckin' stupid to notice!"
"Oh yeah? Well it just so happens…"
Marc slammed the window closed. He was glad that he and Steffi were going out for the evening. It looked like the people upstairs were going to be having one hell of a fight. Steffi looked as if she had already heard too much.
"Why are people like that, Marc?" she asked with innocent sincerity. "I mean, if they're going to get involved in monogamous situations like that in the first place, they could at least be honest with each other if they feel they have to cheat. And then to be so cruel about it…" Her voice trailed off as she shook her pretty head in bewilderment.
"What can I tell you?" Marc replied, "People are screwed up. Listen to us. We're going to an orgy tonight and we're knocking people with normal marital problems."
"They're the freaks," his sister insisted, "not us. Have you ever made the orgy scene before?"
"Not really," he admitted. The events of the last few days had been shattering his self-image with distressing regularity. "You?" he asked.
"Sure," she answered, sounding just a little surprised that he found it necessary to ask. "It's nothing really. Just a lot of people who don't think that it's such a big deal to be tied down to the people you have sex with, so they get together and get to know everyone just a little bit better. It's kind of nice in a way, but it can get kind of draggy, too."
"How do you mean?" Marc asked, fascinated with the way his sister's breasts bobbed up and down with each impassioned gesture of her expressive hands.
"Well, you know. It's kind of nice to have special feelings about somebody you're having sex with. Like the time with you and Michael." She flushed slightly as she caught the expression in Marc's eye. "I'm not comparing the two of you. I know there's a lot wrong with Michael. All I'm trying to say is that that time was so much better than that thing with Jack back at his apartment. I really dug it, it was exciting and all, but it wasn't like I really cared about him. Orgies are like that, you know what I mean. Not that there's all kinds of pretensions and guilty feelings like at some suburban swinger scene, but you can't really feel close to everyone, you know. I mean, screwing's almost always great, but it's extra great when two people really care about each other."
Steffi became suddenly quiet, as if she feared having violated some unspoken behavioral code. She opened her mouth as if to offer further explanation, but then closed it with a slight shaking of her head. Marc squeezed her hand affectionately.
"I understand," he said. "And I agree with you completely."
"You don't think I'm a little bit squared?" she asked shyly.
"No, I don't. I think you're beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that I'm finding it harder all the time to keep my hands off of you."
"Marc," she said with genuine surprise, "it's not as if we haven't been…" She paused to think of an appropriate word, "… intimate," she concluded.
"Sure," he agreed, "but we haven't been what we used to call 'all the way' when we were kids. I know it's only a detail, but somehow I haven't felt quite right about sticking it into my own sister."
Steffi regarded her brother tenderly. She knew it had taken great courage for him to confess his feelings to her. She wondered if he knew that she had been having the same sort of doubts and the same sort of temptations as well.
"Listen, big brother," she said. "It's no holds barred tonight, all right? There'll be a lot of different people doing a lot of different things with a lot of other people, and if you and I happen to come together somewhere in the middle of it, we wont worry about the coincidence of our having had the same mother and father, okay?"
Marc smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay," he said, "but mainly we're looking for Michael, right?"
"Right," the girl answered, "but if we're having a good time while we look, I guess there's nothing wrong with that."
"I guess you're right," Marc agreed with no reluctance whatsoever.
The party had hardly begun when Marc and Steffi arrived. They were greeted at the door by their host, a tall, slim Jesus look-alike named Thomas. He greeted Steffi warmly with a hug and a kiss on the mouth. Steffi introduced Marc, and he too received a hug but, to his surprised delight, no other physical display of affection. Stepping inside, Marc was introduced to Blossom, Thomas' woman. Incongruously – or so it seemed to Marc – the lovely young girl greeted him merely with a shy nod. With these initial formalities accomplished, Marc and Steffi were left on their own to absorb the atmosphere and meet the other guests.
The apartment was dark and the air thick and filled with loud rock music, but, to his surprise, Marc found the atmosphere not at all unpleasant. The apartment appeared to be a fairly spacious one, and with new arrivals all the time, it was rapidly being filled. Marc was usually not too comfortable at crowded parties, especially when the music was definitely too loud and the air almost suffocated with the mixed scents of incense and pot – still, there was something warm and sensuous about this gathering, as if the assembled were good people who were still a bit too young and naive to escape the outer trappings associated with having a good time. Marc chuckled softly to think that the hippie culture seemed to be fashioning itself after the square media's image of it.
"What's so funny, man?" a voice in the dark inquired.
Marc turned around to see a short and slightly chubby girl looking at him curiously. She wore pigtails and a look of innocence, but her big breasts bobbing freely under her T-shirt belied the illusion of her little girlishness.
"Oh, nothing," Marc answered. "I was just wondering if I wasn't a little old for this sort of scene."
The girl scratched her crotch casually and looked Marc over.
"If you can still get it up," she said, "you're not too old. Dig you later," she said as she walked away.
It seemed to Marc that the girl had a very healthy outlook.
Continuing to stroll around the apartment – and starting to wonder where Steffi had wandered off to – Marc reflected on the difference between this gathering and those of the older folk with whom he usually associated. For one thing, the young people here didn't seem to be coupled off. Wandering from group to group, each individual seemed to identify himself much more closely with the group as a whole than with any small segment. Considering that this was clearly understood to be an orgy, nobody seemed very uptight about what was going to be happening. No guilt, no sly looks, no clever innuendos in the conversation. In fact, it was the conversation itself that seemed to set this party apart from most of the social gatherings in which Marc had participated. Here were no professors talking stuffy academics, no lawyers chatting about some fine point of law, no banter about batting averages or weather or politics. The snatches of conversation which Marc overheard were… well, cosmic.
"I don't know, man, like if it gets you off, I guess it's okay…"
"That's not the point. It was her baby, and if she wanted to have it, it was nobody's business but her own…"
"Religion is bullshit if you have to go to church to find it…"
"All the real poets are doing music now…"
"… so," I said, "if your idea of communal living is that I have to ball you whenever you get horny, you can shove it up your ass!"
It didn't add up to the kind of boring self-conscious party conversation that Marc was used to, and he was enjoying it. Still, all the bouncy-boobed little chicks in their tight pants were starting to get to him, and he sort of wished that the orgy would get down to orgying.
Not that he wasn't watching out for Michael, of course.
"Here you are," someone said. Marc turned around to face his host's lovely companion, Blossom. Her long dark hair contrasted with her pale, soft features, giving her a sort of old fashioned look. The leotard which she wore with her low-cut jeans was anything but old-fashioned. Marc tried not to stare at her exposed cleavage, and instead found his eyes following the length of her bare white arms. At the end of the arm was a hand holding a pipe towards him.
"Hash," she explained simply. Marc took the pipe to his lips and inhaled deeply. Nothing happened. Looking apologetic for having handed him an unlit pipe. Blossom lit a match and held it over the bowl. Without taking his eyes off the girl's pretty face, Marc drew deeply on the pipe. The hashish tasted very mellow, and the girl smiled as if she were glad to be sharing a good thing with Marc.
"It's very nice," she commented. Marc shook his head in agreement and held the pipe out to the girl. She took it, toked deeply, and again gave it to Marc. It was out again.
"Come with me into the bedroom," she said. An expression of surprise flashed across Marc's face in response to the girl's seeming bluntness.
"To get a match, I mean," she explained, flushing slightly.
Marc followed her into the bedroom. It was a large room dominated by a tremendous waterbed, an antique chest of drawers, and two enormous stereo speakers. The speakers were not on, and the room was considerably quieter than the outside had been when Blossom closed the door.
"Music's groovy," she said, "but it can get to you after a while. Sit down."
Marc looked around and decided that there was really no place to sit except on the waterbed. He sat down as Blossom lit a candle and turned off the light.
"Much nicer by candlelight, don't you think? Thomas made the candle," she added with a touch of pride.
Watching the swaying of Blossom's tight ass had excited Marc, and he was almost sorry that she had mentioned Thomas. He did not wish to be offensive to his host. He felt guilty even staring into Blossom's exposed cleavage the way he was. His guilt must have been obvious.
"Don't feel bad," the girl said. "If I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't have dressed this way. Relax. If you want to look, look. And if you want to touch, that's groovy too."
"Yeah," Marc said, swallowing hard and feeling his cock stiffening in his pants, "but won't Thomas…"
"Thomas is a good man," she interrupted. "He's not into a middle-class possessive trip. He wouldn't want to own me even if he could. He wants me to enjoy life any way I want. So if you want to touch me, you don't have to worry about Thomas." She blushed slightly. "I think it's kind of nice the way you look at my boobs."
It was Marc who blushed this time. "Let's smoke some more dope," he said.
Blossom put the pipe in her mouth and, holding it steady between her teeth, lit a match and held it to the bowl. Her chest protruded as she inhaled deeply. Marc's attention was riveted to the pointy nipples which pressed so invitingly against the tightly-fitting material of her leotard. Blossom reached out and, her mouth full of the sweet smoke, took Marc's hand and placed it on her breast. He squeezed gently and Blossom nodded in approval, simultaneously offering Marc the pipe. Releasing his hold on the lovely round tit, he took the pipe and toked on it, watching with a certain increasing fascination as the embers glowed brightly. He pulled the smoke down into his lungs, imagining the smoke circulating up into his brain before releasing it gently through his nostrils.
He handed the pipe back to Blossom. She was beginning to look not only very very pretty but very very sexy as well. When Blossom returned the pipe, Marc realized that he could not remember her having smoked from it. He watched his own hand reach for the pipe, surprised that it seemed to move so slowly. He drew on it deeply, snuffling air through his nose to help pull the smoke further down. He smiled. It seemed like a very funny thing to do.
When he gave the pipe back to Blossom, she looked into the bowl and dumped the ashes into an ashtray. As Marc reflected on what seemed to him to be Blossom's incredible intelligence at having figured out that the hashish was played, the girl stood up and removed her jeans. Marc nodded his head slowly, pleased that the female form was so aesthetically pleasing in a leotard. Blossom came over to him, kissed him warmly on the mouth, and undid the buttons of his shirt. He slipped out of it, mentally likening it to a snake slipping out of its skin, and the girl fell on top of him. They lay there, laughing and hugging, with Blossom crushing her still covered breasts against Marc's bare chest and grinding her pelvis against his. It felt so exciting, and for a moment, Marc's stoned intellect wondered if maybe it had to remember anything or if it could just relax and surrender itself to carnal pleasure. After a moment of delicious crotch rubbing, Marc over-ruled his intellect and abandoned himself to the pleasures of the flesh.
"Let's take all our clothes off," Blossom said like a little child who just had a good idea for a new game.
"Great!" replied Marc, genuinely impressed by the cleverness of her suggestion. He finished undressing, so fascinated by the removal of his own clothing that he neglected to watch the girl slip out of her leotard. When he looked up, he was absolutely awestruck to see her standing before him stark naked.
He stared in amazement, unable to believe that any human could look as beautiful as Blossom looked to him at that moment. It occurred to him that someone somewhere had, logically, to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Was it possible that he had finally stumbled upon her? In a moment, he forgot this trend of thought entirely. She was what she was, and what she was at that moment was everything Marc could imagine wanting.
Marc too was naked now, and he looked at his own body with pleasure. He had never given it much thought before, but he was rather nicely built. He looked at his erection, fingered it briefly, and shook his head in awe. It seemed incredible that that piece of flesh could stand so hard and rigid, and that its behavior was determined mainly by his state of consciousness. He looked at the beauty who stood in front of him, smiling like some unearthly saint, and felt his penis snap upward yet another notch. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like to part the lips hidden by her bush and push his cock high and hard up into it, moving it in and out, in and out, until it reached the bursting point and shot hot streams of semen into the girl's cunt. It seemed like such a perfect idea that for a moment Marc's stoned psyche wondered why he wasted his time with anything other than fucking.
"Lie down so I can sit on your face," Blossom said.
Beautiful, Marc thought. He lay back, his body gently rocked by the motion of the waterbed. For a moment, he forgot the girl's presence, surrendering himself to the womb-like floating of his body on the water filled mattress. In a moment, the lowering of her wet twat onto his face brought him back to reality.
"Mmmm!" they both moaned together as Blossom's damp crotch made its first contact with Marc's mouth. At first, Marc just ran his lips along the outer surface of the girl's twat, enjoying the feel of her tight pubic curls on his mouth. After a moment, his tongue slipped out between his lips and began to caress her sensitive nether-lips. She wiggled around, rubbing the full surface of her crotch against his face. He licked her all over, enjoying the moistness of her crotch on his eyes and nose and mouth. He began to relate to her cunt as a delicious smelling and tasting object, forgetting that it was attached to a very whole woman.
"Stick it in," she hissed. "Stick your tongue up my hole!"
Marc did as he was told, and was welcomed with a squeal of satisfaction. The girl wriggled her cunt around on his tongue, spearing herself eagerly on his hungry taste-buds as he lapped up her juices as if they were water and he were a man dying of thirst. She tasted so fine and the sliding of his tongue along her slippery vaginal walls was so rewarding that he momentarily forgot about the needs of his own throbbing erection. He was instantly reminded of those needs as the girl flopped down over his body, pressing her breasts against his chest as she enclosed his swollen shaft fully in her mouth.
Marc reflexively jabbed his tongue up the girl's slit as he felt the warmth of her mouth around his organ. He sighed into her hole, still stroking it vigorously with his strong tongue as she began to lick his cock furiously, her mouth moving up and down with subtle pressure as her own talented tongue teased and delighted him. She continued to work on him this way for a full minute, licking his glans while simultaneously sucking on the entire impressive length of his organ. Gently, she pulled away, kissing his cock open-mouthedly on its big angry-looking head.
"So red and big!" she moaned. "I think I want to feel it between my boobs!"
So saying, she dragged her body forward, freeing her twat from Marc's caresses, smothering his cock in her deep cleavage. It felt very comfortable there as she began to slide her body back and forth, back and forth, her erect nipples rubbing delightfully against his tummy and thighs as she slid against him. Marc's tongue was no longer able to reach the girl's cunt and instead contented itself with licking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. At the same time, he reached around to her fleshy ass and began to rub her soggy pussy against his chest. He rotated her slowly in rhythm to the rubbing of his cock between her lovely tits, his fingers digging passionately into the flesh of her full round nether-cheeks. He smiled at the thought of her coming from the friction of her pink clit against his chest as he shot off between her tits onto her face. Before his fantasy could become a reality, the writhing couple were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.
"Hi," it said simply as Marc and Blossom abandoned their positions to get a better look at the intruder.
The girl in the doorway was young and very very pretty. Her prettiness was in the classical Chinese tradition, from her pale tan skin to her huge dark eyes to her long straight black hair. She was barefoot, dressed simply in low-cut jeans and a snug-fitting shirt unbuttoned almost to the waist. Suddenly, Marc found her eminently more desirable than Blossom.
"Hi," Blossom replied with an impressive lack of self-consciousness. "Marc," she said, looking toward him to make sure that she had gotten his name right, "this is Judy."
"Hello," Marc said, finding it difficult to be introduced to someone who was dressed while he was not only in the nude but in a state of considerable arousal. Judy smiled as if she understood.
"Either I've walked in at a very bad moment," Judy said, "or I've come in at exactly the right one."
"Anyway you want it, baby," Blossom replied.
"Well you know the answer," Judy said, unbuttoning the last button or two on her shirt. She began to pull it off, but stopped just as one pert little breast popped out.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, tucking her precious boob back into her shirt. "I really should ask Marc how he feels about it."
Marc, coming down but still considerably high from the hashish, was not entirely sure that he knew what was going on. He assumed that the beautiful oriental girl was interested in joining him and Blossom, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in case the situation was something entirely different. He decided that the best idea was to ask. "Feel about what?" he inquired. The two girls broke out in laughter. Judy ripped her blouse off to reveal two of the most darling up-tilted breasts that Marc had ever seen.
"If he's too stoned to know what we're talking about, he's too stoned not to enjoy what he's going to get," one of them said.
Meanwhile, Blossom had taken a position behind Marc and was kissing and licking the muscles of his neck and back while her cool hands were refreshingly stroking his chest and tummy. As he enjoyed these caresses, Marc watched the pretty Chinese girl slip out of her pants. She was boyishly slim standing there in the nude, her long hair reaching almost to her fine small ass. Most remarkably, her pubic region was entirely free of hair. Apparently, Judy caught Marc staring at her bald pubis.
"I don't shave it," she said. "It just never grew there. I rather like it this way, don't you?"
Before the seated Marc could answer, the girl walked up very close to him until her crotch was just above his face level. "Put your face against it," she suggested. Marc looked into her big eyes. She seemed to be completely serious. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling the response of Blossom's busy fingers, and put his cheek against Judy's pubes. It was surprisingly hot. He turned his lips to it and kissed it tenderly, moving his lips around until he had covered the entirety of her lower belly with kisses. She sighed gratefully.
"That's nice, Marc," she said, "but why don't you try kissing me a little bit lower."
Marc's rate of breathing doubled as the girl standing in front of him spread her supple thighs to reveal a red and hairless slit of considerable length and, he suspected, depth. He kissed its outer lips and was immediately rewarded with a sweet moistness which seemed to emanate from the tissues of her labia. He kissed her again, this time running his tongue along her labia, parting them slightly. This time the girl did not content herself to stand by passively. Instead, she squatted slightly, enfolding Marc's willing tongue in her cunt pocket. Despite its moistness, the hole was very snug and felt good rubbing up and down along the prickly surface of Marc's tongue. For a moment, he was lost in the twin ecstasies of licking out Judy's vagina and having Blossom's cool hand play lovingly over the surface of his cock.
"I need some cock," Judy said suddenly, her sweet cunt still impaled on Marc's tongue. "Blossom, do you mind if I use it awhile?"
"It's not mine to loan," the other girl replied, squeezing Marc's cock as if for emphasis. "Why don't you ask him?"
Judy pulled her twat away from Marc's mouth and dropped onto her knees in front of him. For a few seconds, she looked into his eyes. Marc had not before realized how truly beautiful she was, with her high cheekbones and her small up-tilted nose perfectly framing her magnificent eyes. It was her lips, however, which he was to experience as she lowered her mouth onto his organ. She licked at it in several darting thrusts, whipping him almost instantly to the point of release. He realized too that Blossom had not released her grasp on the lower part of his shaft. It was like an old dream of his, to have two magnificent female creatures simultaneously working on his cock.
"If you're going to do us any good," Judy said, "I think we're going to have to let you calm down a little."
The two girls suddenly withdrew their hands and moved away from Marc a little.
"That's the price you have to pay for our liberation," Blossom half-joked.
"But you won't be sorry," Judy added in earnest. Marc didn't doubt the girl's words, but before he could express his confidence in her, the bedroom door opened again. Half of the couple was his host, Thomas. The girl with him looked exactly like Judy!
Thomas looked at Marc and his naked companions and smiled the smile of the host whose party is going well. Blossom rose and kissed Thomas lovingly on the mouth, her chest pressed excitingly against his. She then kissed the Chinese girl on the mouth as well. Marc felt a twinge of envy in his groin.
"I hope we're not interrupting," Thomas said.
"Not at all," Judy said. "We were just giving Marc a chance to prepare himself. Marc, this is my sister, Kathy."
Kathy smiled prettily at Marc. He was scarcely high anymore, but now Kathy had surpassed her predecessors in desirability. Each girl had been more luscious looking than the one before – even if two of them were twins! – and Marc suspected that he was going to get to have a taste of all of them.
"Are you both going to fuck him?" Kathy asked her sister as if inquiring about the weather.
"Sure. Want to join in?"
Judy turned to Marc, again looking apologetic for failing to consult with him first.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "Kathy and I have always done things together."
Marc smiled broadly and the girls giggled. Marc was immediately occupied with trying to figure out how to divide two into three when Thomas spoke and put an end to his calculations.
"You'll have to excuse me," he said. "I have to see how my guests are getting along." As Thomas prepared to leave, Marc experienced a pang of guilt over intending to ball Thomas' old lady. He decided that it would be in everyone's interest to clear it up right away.
"Thomas," he said, "you don't mind if Blossom and I…"
"Blossom and I love each other," Thomas interrupted. "If she feels attracted to you, there's no reason on earth why she shouldn't ball you. Have fun."
And so saying, he exited. Marc wondered if he himself could ever be that liberated. Meanwhile, he had three other things to think about.
By the time Marc's mind was again turned outward, Kathy was fashionably attired in nothing at all. For the first time, Marc saw that Judy and Kathy were not quite identical twins after all. While Judy's pubis was naturally bare, Kathy's was covered with smooth silky hair. Marc looked from the soft hair of the newly arrived twin to the baldness of her sister and then to the more conventional wiriness of his host's old lady. It was a delightful contrast in pubic hair-styles. Marc hardly knew where to begin, but he was certainly eager to get started.
Before he had a chance to verbalize his feelings, however, the three ladies were already huddled in conversation.
"What's going on?" Marc asked, "That is, if you don't think it's too bold of me to ask?"
"Not at all," Judy replied. "We were just trying to figure out how to divide up the goodies."
"I'm flattered, I'm sure," Marc smiled, "but don't you think that someone might ask for my opinion?"
The three girls looked at each other as if impressed with the creativity of Marc's suggestion. He felt somewhat like a precocious child with three doting mothers.
"What a novel idea!" Kathy said. "Why don't we ask him?"
But before Marc could open his mouth, Kathy's bald-groined twin spoke up.
"Because we out-number him, that's why. Besides, men never really know what's best for them."
Marc began to jump to the defense of his sex, but quickly decided that the price of losing these lovelies was too dear. If they wanted to turn him into a sex object, he guessed he would just have to suffer and cooperate.
"So how do we handle it?" Blossom asked her fellow female chauvinists.
"I think well take him by zones," Judy answered, after a few moment's consideration. "Blossom, since you were here first, why don't you take his cock. Kathy, how about if you get off on his mouth."
"And what about you?" her concerned sister inquired.
"Oh, I'll find something for myself, don't worry."
"Okay, then," Blossom said to Marc, "why don't you just lie back and leave the driving to us."
Marc looked at the three voraciously sexual women. For a moment, he felt as if his masculine perogative to be aggressive was being cruelly stripped from him by these maneaters. But as Kathy gently lay him back and lowered her silky twat over his face, Marc decided that all this male ego business was bullshit. If these three angels wanted him enough to share him, he'd have to be crazy to worry about his ego. As he began to lick Kathy's twat, he forgot the entire controversy completely.
It was Blossom's turn next to assume her position. Despite the abundance of exciting talk and sights, lack of physical contact had had the intended effect of diminishing the size of Marc's hard-on. Blossom looked at the wilted organ and licked her lips excitedly. Taking it tenderly in her hands, she began to rub it gently, rotating it between her soft palms as if it were modeling clay which she intended to fashion into a very long and very hard snake. As if by magic, her meaty material was assuming just that long hard form. She flicked at it with her tongue to make sure it was ready. When there was no longer any doubt in her mind, she squatted over Marc's hips and carefully lowered her cunt onto his erect cock. It entered smoothly and easily, and the sounds of slippery lubricant were heard by all as she began to slide her cunt up and down, up and down on Marc's firm stiff cock.
Meanwhile, as Blossom speared herself continually on Marc's organ and Kathy began to slide up and down on his deeply inserted tongue, the final member of the group studied the threesome in search of an appropriate opening. After a moment, inspiration struck.
"What we need," she announced, "is another girl!"
Marc moaned into Kathy's vagina. He appreciated the attention, but enough was enough. He felt himself turning into the victim of a reverse gang-bang!
Meanwhile, he heard Judy leave the room, presumably in search of another girl for their private orgy. Hearing her leave was all he could do in that his face was covered by the ass and twat of her sweet sister Kathy. Her crotch seemed to be all over his face as she wiggled and squirmed on him, keeping his mouth busy sucking out her juices and lapping at her tiny clitoris. He was hardly in a position to watch Judy leave what with Kathy diverting his attention above and Blossom doing a fine job of skewering herself on his erection below. After an indeterminable period of time, the door re-opened. Before Marc could ask any questions, his hands were laid out at his sides by two pairs of female hands.
"Put out your middle fingers," Judy's voice commanded.
In a moment, the voice penetrated his mind and he followed the girl's orders. He pulled his mouth away from Kathy's cunt in order to comment upon the classical gesture which he realized he was performing.
"Fuck you," he joked in what surprisingly came out to be no more than an almost unrecognizable whisper.
"No question about that," Judy replied. Before Marc could come up with a witty comeback, two warm wet cunts slid themselves down onto his extended fingers. Marc began to wiggle his fingers, evoking moans of passion from two of his playmates. He thrust his tongue forward to get a vocal response of "oh shit!" from the third. Finally, he plunged his pelvis upward to hear a contented "aaah" from the forth. Marc figured that he was the most enviable man on earth and wondered if he would survive the experience.
Marc felt himself almost stripped of his will now, victim to the passions of four lust-crazed women. He felt himself reduced to a sex machine composed of four appendages – two fingers, tongue, and cock. Everywhere there was squishing – Kathy's cunt spearing itself on his tongue, Blossom clutching and sliding snugly on his cock, Judy's hairless hole wiggling on one finger and some unknown lovely on the other. Marc was so inundated with sensual delights that he could scarcely concentrate on any single woman, and he had to admit frankly to himself that he was loving it.
"Don't stop," someone said.
Marc tried to focus his attention in the direction of each of the girls. The utterance had come from the girl sitting on his face. He realized that his tongue had grown tired and had stopped its jabbing and prodding up the girl's cunt. He poked her a few more times, but he had to admit that his poor tongue muscle was worn out.
"Sorry, dear," he gasped, his mouth full of her sweet liquid. "I'm worn out."
The girl sighed in disappointment, but the next voice to be heard was not hers.
"I'll do you," the voice said. The voice was that of Blossom. The image of Blossom kissing Kathy warmly on the mouth flashed into Marc's mind.
Kathy lifted her ass from Marc's face and replaced it with her face, kissing him gratefully on his mouth. She lay across his body now, supporting most of her weight on her arms as she somehow managed to thrust her cunt up in the direction of Blossom's face. Marc moaned as Blossom's cunt scraped against his cock as she assumed an adjusted position in order to accommodate Kathy's needs.
He could not see Blossom fastening her mouth around her friend's cunt, but it was easy for him to imagine the scene. He was enjoying the new sensation of Kathy's small but perfect boobs tickling his chest when she suddenly gasped and plunged her tongue down his throat. He knew that that had to be the moment when, after sucking on the Chinese girl's clit, Blossom had thrust her tongue high up into the girl's vagina, exquisitely tickling its sensitive walls on the way in. His mouth and that of the silky-haired twin were, in the meanwhile, busily at work exploring each other, checking out teeth and tongues and inner cheeks with unbounded glee. It was a welcome change from cunt-licking.
Meanwhile, the girl bouncing on his upright cock was definitely taking her effect on him. Bouncing in long, luxurious strokes, it was at first she who was definitely in charge of pacing. Her movements were slow but constant, clutching him tightly as she pulled upward and squeezing just as firmly on the way down. It was up and down, up and down, constantly and unfailingly, and all Marc had to do was lie back and enjoy it. Every now and then he would remember that the girl whose cunt was so deliciously massaging his prick was also eating out the girl he was kissing.
Which was not even to consider the two women whom he was simultaneously finger-fucking!
"You work!" Blossom suddenly said, apparently abandoning her cunt-eating for the moment.
Realizing that he had not been assuming his fair share of the workload – how unreasonable it was of him not to give his full attention to all four women madly fucking themselves on him – he focused his attention on the pretty cockwoman. The image appealed to him. He saw himself as a boat, manned – or rather, womaned – by the four lovely sailors. He was determined to prove himself a seaworthy vessel. Or at least a worthy semen!
Marc began to plunge his hips upward now, ramming his cock violently into Blossom's snatch. She sighed appreciatively as his meaty organ plunged into her again and again, each time pushing in deeper and higher than she could have guessed it would the time before. As he continued to thrust harder and faster, there was no question as to who had assumed control.
It was undoubtedly Marc's ballgame, in a manner of speaking. His usually literal mind seemed to be running in some strange metaphors that night!
He began to shorten his strokes now, pushing it just part of the way in, putting exquisite indirect pressure on her clit without giving her the satisfaction of deep penetrating thrusts. She moaned as he took short jabs in and out of her cunt, just teasing her sensitive labia as he thrilled his own cockhead without fully satisfying the desire of his shaft to be buried in the girl's warm cunt folds. They had both reached their points of maximum excitement when the girl moaned aloud.
"Push it in!" she hissed. "Push it in hard, you bastard!"
Marc took two more short strokes before obeying. On the count of three, he plunged his cock up her hole to the hilt, his pelvis pushing hard against hers as he thrust it into her harder and harder, faster and faster. She was screaming softly like an enraged animal now, her nails digging into his sides in her passion as Marc was being choked on the fullness of Kathy's tongue. He pictured Kathy's other end, her tasty silky-haired snatch, and remembered vividly that it was being avidly eaten out by the girl whom he was now bringing to orgasm. The image was definitely a thrilling one.
Marc suddenly decided to bring his host of lovers to an incredibly simultaneous orgasm! He began twitching his fingers madly now, pushing a second digit into each of the women who were so busily fucking themselves there. He was welcomed with two grateful moans as he tickled a clitoris on the one hand and slid an index finger through the damp on the other. He had two beautiful women literally on his hands, and it was making him feel like very much of a man to be able to satisfy both of them simultaneously with his skilful fingers.
Suddenly, they were both grasping at his fingers with clutching cunt muscles. He was sure that it couldn't actually have begun for both of them at the same moment, but that certainly seemed to be what was happening. As the two handwomen began bouncing violently on his fingers, the girl whose tits were squashed so warmly against his chest began to moan in short bursts of pleasure. Marc pictured Blossom's tongue whipping the Chinese girl into ecstasy. That did the trick.
Marc felt his prick vein throbbing as Blossom cried out "oh shit!" and began to press herself even more roughly against Marc's groin, as if trying to swallow up his aching cock in her vagina. It was too late now, as Marc began to issue forth the hot white product of his lust. Blossom screamed as she felt herself being filled with his come and Marc buried his tongue deep into the mouth of the twin at his mouth. All five of them were writhing now, as their orgasms took delicious flower together, cunts and cock spurting and flowing in perfect abandoned harmony.
When all was quiet, and Marc's last few spurts of come were dutifully swallowed up by the cockwoman's hungry cunt, Marc's attention was once again rather philanthropically returned to the well-being of his lovers. He knew from the peaceful relaxation of Blossom and the gentle lingering kisses of Kathy that those two were satisfied, but he was hard put to determine the well-being of the two finger-fucked women. As Kathy rolled off of him to kiss and fondle Blossom, Marc looked at Judy to see how the bald-crotched twin was doing. He was pleased to see that she was rotating herself gently on his pussy-soaked finger, obviously delighted in her post-orgasmic warmth. Marc then turned to see how his mystery guest was doing.
The girl who writhed contentedly on his other hand was his sister Steffi!
In the other room, Michael has just arrived. The orgy is in full swing, and Michael is eager to become a part of it. Immediately, he undressed and looks for a partner or partners. A girl walks over to him.
"What's happening, man?" she says, kissing him on the cheek. He looks at her naked body for a moment before answering.
"Same shit," he answers. "You balling?"
"You better believe it," she answers. "Let me introduce you to my friends."
The girl takes Michael by the hand and leads him to a couch in one darkly lit corner. There are several people fucking and hugging and even making love on the couch. The girl begins to make introductions.
"Michael, my friends Louis, Carol…"
"Fuck the introductions," Michael interrupts. "I come here to screw ass, not to talk."
The girl looks at Michael with soulful eyes. She realizes now that he is aggressively drunk, a condition considered tres gauche under the circumstances. The girl knew Michael from years ago, before he was fucked up in the mind. She loved him then, and even now his angry-looking erection excites her.
"Okay, Michael," she says. "Will mine do?"
She turns around and pushes her ass upward toward Michael's face. He does not smile and grasps her plump cheeks roughly in both hands, digging his nails cruelly into her flesh. The girl cries out, but her pleasure is greater than her pain.
"You'll do, you stupid cunt," he says with purposeless cruelty. The girl knows that that's just his way and that be doesn't mean any malice. She kisses his mouth this time, her lips just slightly parted, and pulls him to the floor. The floor is covered with soft, well-padded carpeting. It feels very good to lie down on.
The girl reaches out and gently takes hold of Michael's penis. It is very erect and hard, and she knows that she is going to be fucked not slowly and lovingly but hard and fast. Michael puts his large hand over her hand and forces her to squeeze his cock hard. When she does, he captures her mouth in his and bites her roughly on the lips. She is prepared for the pain and responds with a more tender love-bite of her own. For a moment, Michael is touched by her tenderness. The moment fades quickly as he feels his manhood being challenged by her gentleness. He pushes the girl back. She lies there and spreads her thighs wide, offering her cunt fully to her would-be lover. He puts his head to her pussy, pushing in his tongue roughly, exciting her with the bluntness of his semi-rape.
Soon, her cunt is dripping with sweet pussy-juice. Michael sucks it up greedily, making growling animal-like noises in the back of his throat as he wolfs down the liquid output of her passion. He moves his head to her erect nipples now, biting them roughly enough to arouse but not quite roughly enough to hurt. The girl is thrashing about, digging her nails into Michael's shoulders, longing for him to plunge his cock up into her hole. He decides to make her wait.
His mouth is on her face now, licking her eyes and her mouth and her ears, his fingers pinching her swollen nipples as she moans and runs her palms along the side of his body and into his crotch.
"Oh, Michael," she groans, "fuck me, now, please, fuck me now!"
Michael bites her lips in response, feeling manly in his ability to cause her pain while arousing her. She grabs at his manhood, rubbing it vigorously in the hopes of exciting him into entering her. He is aware of her plan, and admits to himself that it's working.
"You stupid fucking whore!" he hisses, "I'm going to fuck you blind!"
Michael plunges his prick into the slot between the girl's legs. He doesn't give a damn about her lubrication, but fortunately she is more than ready for him. He is swallowed up by her cunt, pulled inward as if by suction. She spears herself furiously on his immense organ.
"So good!" she cries out. "Oh, so so good!"
Michael is pleased, and for some reason, angry at the girl as well. He puts it to her harder and harder, as if trying to punish her for enjoying it. The more he forces his angry prick up into her snatch, the more she seems to like it. Michael becomes distressed. He rubs it hard against her cunt walls, and the girl sighs in satisfaction. Michael feels his erection wilt slightly as he fastens his teeth to the girl's earlobe and bites viciously. This time the girl's cry of pain is sincere. Michael's drunken emotions tear him in two opposite directions. He is glad to exert his manhood by dominating the girl, but he is sorry to have caused her pain. Meanwhile, the alcohol is taking its effect on his body. His dick shrinks and falls feebly from the girl's vaginal grasp.
"Put it back!" she whispers urgently. He tries, but it's too soft to stay in. He curses aloud.
"Make it hard, you shithead!" he screams unreasonably at the girl.
She tries, rubbing him and licking him, but it is all to no avail. Try as she may, the combination of liquor and worry has made Michael unable to get it up. He calls her a fuck-up, and she sobs softly. She knows that she's trying her best, but it doesn't seem to be good enough. He climbs off of her, bitter in his frustration, and tells her that he's going to find a real woman. She cries, but he just tells her to shut her stupid mouth and walks away. He notices the closed bedroom door and puts his hand on the knob. He wonders what is going on inside.
Marc and Steffi performed classical double-takes when they recognized each other. They began to speak simultaneously.
"You mean…"
"I can't believe…"
They stopped their silly verbal sputtering and began to laugh. They hugged each other warmly as if meeting for the first time.
"Old friends?" Judy asked naively.
"Sort of," Marc answered grinning.
Steffi looked at him and continued to shake her head in surprise.
"When Judy told me they were gang-banging some guy in the bedroom, I never dreamt…"
"I know what you mean," Marc interrupted. "When I felt somebody climbing onto my hand, I never imagined for a moment…"
The twins looked at their hostess as if for an explanation.
"Brother and sister act," Blossom said simply.
"Oh my!" Judy exclaimed, putting her hand to her mouth in a gesture which was curiously old-fashioned. "If I had known…"
"That's all right," Steffi assured her. "Marc and I had an agreement about this sort of thing. Didn't we, Marc?"
Marc looked at his sister. Tired as he was, fucking the lovely girl still seemed like a tempting idea.
"Sure did," he agreed. "To tell you the truth, I'm kind of sorry you didn't have Blossom's position."
Steffi blushed visibly. "To tell you the truth," she said, "so am I."
They hugged again, and somehow they were alone in the room of naked bodies. There was a warmth and good-feeling permeating the room's atmosphere that seemed to be completely inviolable. Then the door opened and Michael walked in.
Steffi recognized Michael the moment he walked in and immediately freed herself from her brothers warm embrace.
"Michael!" she cried out as she went running into his arms.
Between the darkness, the suddenness of her attack, and most of all his drunken stupor, Michael did not immediately recognize Steffi. All he knew was that some naked broad had come running to his arms and that he wanted to fuck. Steffi kissed him on the mouth, and Michael responded by cruelly biting her lips. It hurt, but it reminded the girl of old times with Michael, and it aroused her. She pressed her tits against his chest and pushed her crotch against his growing cock.
"How are you, Michael?" she asked with genuine concern.
Michael was slowly realizing that he knew this girl well, but it was not yet clear to him as to just who she was. He knew that he didn't want to talk about his health at an orgy.
"Cut the shit," he said. "Let's ball."
An expression of hurt flashed across Steffi's face. His greeting hardly seemed appropriate or kind, even for Michael. She decided to try expressing her concern again.
"We've been so worried about you. Marc and I have been looking all over for you."
Marc stood up as if to lend veracity to the girl's statement. When Michael saw him, a deep animal growl willed up in the back of his throat. He knew who Steffi was. She was the girl he loved. And yet, he had a vague and uneasy feeling that it was Steffi who had somehow betrayed him.
"Let's ball," he repeated. Michael was surprised to hear himself say that. He had wanted to say something tender, but nothing tender seemed to come out. A tear glistened in the corner of Steffi's eye.
"We will," she said, "but can't we just talk for a minute first?"
"Talk's bullshit!" he replied. It wasn't what he had wanted to say, but he no longer seemed to be in control. "All you ever want to do is talk!"
Steffi looked very sad. Michael wanted to stop being cruel. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but all he seemed to be able to do was think of new ways to hurt her.
"No wonder you always want to talk. That's all you're good for, you stupid cunt. You and your pathetic little girl's body. You couldn't fuck a real man. God, you don't even have woman's tits!"
Steffi was crying in earnest now. Marc stepped forward, but there was nothing for him to say. He sensed that this wasn't his scene.
"I love you," Steffi told Michael through her tears.
"Love?" Michael exclaimed, now feeling powerful in his immense cruelty. "You pathetic idiot! You don't know what love is. You just know that you get a twitching in your cunt and you need a real man to fill it so you come to me. You don't love me. Maybe you feel sorry for me because you think you're better than I am. Maybe you think I need you because I'm just a fucked-up ex-junkie and you're a big deal middle class chick from uptown. Well forget it, baby. I don't need your fucking sympathy!"
Marc wanted very badly to say something, to spring to his sister's defence, to tell Michael that he was a fool to blow a good thing. But he couldn't. Too much of what Michael was saying was true.
"Oh Michael, oh Michael!" Steffi's shoulders were heaving now. She tried to press herself up against Michael, but he rudely pushed her away. He wasn't sure why, he knew he wanted to hold her and keep her forever, but somehow he knew that he had to be cruel, to say the things that would hurt her the most.
"You stupid little bitch. You had a good home, people who cared about you, everything anybody could want. And you threw it away. You have to be the big-shot bohemian hippie runaway. Smoke pot. Fall in love with a junkie and when he kicks, follow him everywhere until he can't stand the sight of you anymore. You're so pathetic you make me puke. I kick you in the fucking teeth time after time and you keep on coming back for more. I wish you'd get out of my life with your sick middle class values and let me lead my own life!"
Steffi was on her knees now, sobbing hysterically. Michael's mind was racing and his cock was stiff as a pole.
"Why don't you eat my cock?" he asked. "Or aren't I as good as your brother? God, you are so low! I've been around baby. Believe me, I've been around. I've seen every kind of low-life pimp, whore, and junkie. But no one was low enough to fuck her own brother. I'm glad I met you, sweetheart. I'm glad to have met an animal pathetic enough to fuck her brother. And with all these other chicks. You are sick, my dear. You are just so fucking sick."
Marc looked at his weeping sister. He decided that Michael had gone far enough. "Now listen…" he began.
"Shut up!" Michael screamed threateningly. "I'm getting out of here now, because you people disgust me so much. You are without doubt the most pathetic collection of cocksuckers that I've ever seen in my whole life!"
He waited until Steffi looked into his eyes before he concluded his tirade.
"And you, my dear, are the most fucked-up, stupid little bitch I've ever had the misfortune to know. Go fuck your brother, you cunt. I'm getting out of here."
And so saying, Michael swept dramatically out of the room, slamming the door behind him. For a moment, there was no sound in the bedroom except the soft uncontrollable sobbing of the distraught Steffi. Before anyone could speak, the sobbing was replaced by an hysterical scream.