Bunny's body writhed in total abandonment to the ecstasy that coursed through her veins. She felt the hot shaft of the slender man driving into her cunt and the fat boy's finger in her asshole nearly touching the slender man's cock. The third man was sucking her breasts with murderous expertise. And all the while she was screaming to them, "Just don't stop, you fuckers, don't stop! I'm coming all over the place!"
The darkly lit room was lined from wall to wall with small white sheeted mattresses and while Bunny was taking on her trio of lovers, Pete lay on another mattress with Jean, one of the Casa de Eros' hostesses, his cock exploring her vagina from lips to the womb tip. It was early in the evening and these were the only people in the "bedroom," although in the other rooms of the Casa de Eros other such scenes were taking place.
The slender man whose name was Harry told the fat man, Dale, to lift up on Bunny's ass so he could go deeper. He had a long cock and it sliced expertly into Bunny's spread lips touching her clitoris as it banged on, in and out, in measured rhythm. Dale had his finger buried in Bunny's asshole deep enough so that he could feel Harry's cock going in her pussy. The third man, Willie, kept sucking at her breast, while she jacked him off slowly, with one hand.
"Fuck me, Harry," Bunny said. "You're touching everything with that big cock of yours."
"You got a real good pussy, Bunny," he told her, arching his lank frame over her. In the silence of their corner of the room the sucking sound of his penis pulling in and out contrasted with the slapping of Pete's flesh against Jean's.
Jean had her legs up and pulled back so that her pussy was perpendicular to the mattress. Pete was hunched up on his knees so that his cock buried itself to the scrotum with every movement forward. He had Jean's head against the wall and the hot warmth of her pussy was spilling out between the lips. She still had on the flimsy shell dress of silk that she wore around the club. It was up over her breasts now and her cunt was moving in counterthrusts to Pete's jabbing cock. Her cunt was always ready for any of the members. She never wore panties and she always wore a mini-dress that members were allowed to lift when they wished, for inspection or for fondling.
The Casa de Eros was what it said it was and Pete and Bunny were almost charter members. They had joined shortly after it had begun operations in Reche Canyon, near Colton in Riverside County. The Casa de Eros was legally set up for swinging couples, but allowed singles in too. If you were married, your wife had to become a member or sign a release. Pete knew that a lot of members were married but lied about their status so their wives wouldn't object. At any rate, married or single, it was a sweet and well-thought-out set-up.
Pete first heard of the Casa de Eros from a chick he had been balling, Sally Marcus, who worked at a Redondo Beach club he often visited. One night after he had made love to her in the motel and was about to go back home, Sally said she had something to ask him.
"Your wife like to swing?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Why?" "Because if she does, I know a groovy club that you might dig."
"Well, what about it?" he asked.
"I can't tell you now. I'm a member and each member is sworn to secrecy up to a point. I can tell you about it but not where it is or who's connected with it."
"All right. Tell me what you can."
"Well, a lot of well-known studs belong to it. Professional golfers, movie stars, writers, and so on. All swingers. It's a swap club but you can do anything you want, really."
"Go on," he said.
"Well, if you're married, like you, you have to bring your wife along. Even if she doesn't want to swing she has to sign a paper."
"How come?"
"So she can't cause you any shit."
"She might join. I don't know. We have been speaking but little else. She used to be sexy but lately I haven't been able to make it with her."
"See?" Sally said, sitting on the edge of the motel bed, pulling back on her stockings. "The interest has gone out of your life. A little swinging will fix it back up. There are a lot of groovy couples up there. Interested?"
"You bet your sweet ass I'm interested. What do I have to do?"
"Bring your wife and I'll meet you at a place and we'll talk to one of the owners. You fill out a card and pay the fee and then we all go up to the place."
"Sounds like a spy thriller." Sally laughed.
"They're careful. Look, Pete-it's all legal. You don't have to do anything. They have a sauna, a pool, a television lounge. It's open twenty-four hours a day. You ask a person if they want to swing, if they do, fine, if not, you're not allowed to touch them. That's the kind of club it is."
"Okay. When can we try it?"
"Anytime. This week. There'll be a membership meeting on Wednesday. If you dig it you can do your thing and be a member. What you do is strip before all the members and then they take a Polaroid shot of you in the nude and put it in the files. That's so you can't come back and cause them any shit."
"Where'll we meet?" he asked her.
"I'll meet you Wednesday night at the Bluffs. It's a restaurant in Colton, just off the freeway. One of the owners'll come down and talk to you and your wife."
So the pact had been made. Bunny agreed to go along. It hadn't been hard to convince her.
Sally was waiting for them at the Bluffs and they went in to the bar side and ordered drinks. Soon a tall man, it was Harry, came by and sat down with them.
"Sally tell you the score?" he asked.
"Some of it," Pete admitted.
"Well, you give me thirty dollars for yourself and five bucks for your wife and those are your dues. If you don't join though, we refund your money and no questions asked. No hard feelings."
"What happens when we join?"
"Well, you have the run of the club. Sally told you what we have. We have a system of buying drinks that's all legal so we can serve twenty-four hours a day. You buy a coupon book from the office for fifteen bucks. They're good at the bar. Actually you're buying the glass, not the drinks. It's legal."
"Okay," Pete said.
"The money first," Harry said.
Pete counted it out, feeling like he was making a clandestine buy of heroin.
"Now fill out these cards," Harry said, handing them to Bunny and Pete.
On one side of the cards was a blank for personal information: name, address, phone number, business affiliation; the other side had a number of categories listed with blanks for check marks by each one:
INTERESTED IN SWAPPING, HOMOSEXUALITY , VOYEURISM , GROUP SEX ,PHOTOGRAPHY, HETEROSEXUALITY , OTHER.
"We never let these cards go out of our sight," Harry told them. "Fill them out here and then we'll go up to the place."
When they had finished, Harry took them outside to the parking lot. They drove up Reche Canyon until they came to a gate with a guard at it.
"See. It's private," he told them. "The guard has a two-way radio and is in constant contact with the house. We can't be raided."
When they got up to the top of the hill they could see the lights of San Bernardino in the distance. They went into the office and Harry took their pictures with the Polaroid.
"Part of the system," he told them. "We take your picture in here and in the nude after your initiation. Care for a drink?"
Bunny and Pete ordered drinks. Harry took them around the club and introduced them to everyone who was there. He showed them the "bedroom," after they had seen the recreation room and lounge.
"You can have any kind of sex in here," he explained, "but you have to respect the rights of the others in here. In other words you can't just bang anybody you see over in the corner. If you're invited in here, fine, otherwise stay out. We have an orgy room for group sex."
He took them down the hall and into an ante-room. Beyond this was another room, dimly lit with purple light.
"This is the orgy room," he said. "If you come here there's no holds barred. Anyone can have anyone any way they want. See the sign." He indicated a sign that read: "ORGY ROOM: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK."
Bunny giggled. Pete raised his eyebrows.
Next they went to the club room where there was a bar and tables, a large movie screen, and a small stage.
"Here you can dance, bring your own films to show or see those that others bring. The bar is always open. You'll be initiated here tonight if you still want to."
"What do you think, Bunny?" Pete asked his wife.
"I'm game," she said.
"Okay, fine," Harry said and took them back to the office where he gave them each a card that said Casa de Eros on it with the 24-hour phone number.
At the initiation, there were two other couples who were also joining the club. The procedure was for the female to stand on the small stage, alone, and pick out different members of the audience, males, who would then come up and remove an item of clothing. The men did the same thing, picking out females to remove an item of clothing. It was a simple and fun affair with much applause and good-natured laughter. As soon as one of the new members was nude, Jean, the hostess that night, came up and photographed that person.
The first night Bunny was taking on Harry, Dale and Willie while Pete was balling Jean in another part of the "bedroom." It was this first night that awakened Bunny to the potentials of her own body and that made her view sex in a different light. She found that she was having too much fun to mind that Pete was balling Jean or even her discovery that he had been balling Sally for a long time.
Harry started to breathe more rapidly and as he increased his pumping motion, he spurted his sperm inside Bunny's pussy as orgasm overtook him.
"Let me have it all, Harry," Bunny said,, surprised at her own brazenness. But her vagina was twitching with desire and she felt that she could take on the entire membership of the club that evening.
Harry pumped and spurted his last until his cock went limp and then climbed off. In a twinkling, Dale was around in front and poking at her pussy with his extended cock. Harry lay alongside, panting.
"I want to watch it go in," he told Dale and Bunny. Willie still sucked away on her breasts.
"You watch," Dale puffed and moved the head of his cock to her cunt lips. He was on his knees, his heavy belly hanging down almost to the mattress. Bunny was in a half-sitting position leaning back on her extended arms, up thrusting her pussy so that Dale's cock could reach it.
"Put that cock in me, Dale!" she pleaded, making it easy for him.
The cock moved forward and down and Harry watched it spread her moist cunt lips apart and slide inside.
"You'll feel this cock inside you a long time after I've gone," Dale told her.
"Well, I sure feel it now," Bunny giggled and Dale slid it in to the hilt. She moved her hips then and the sucking sound began again as Dale's dry cock slithered in the hot dampness of Bunny's throbbing, pulsing cunt.
She lay back and Dale kept rocking atop her, Willie placed his own cock in Bunny's hand again and she jacked him off until sperm shot all over her hand. He moaned and fell aside to rest as Dale fucked away and Harry looked on, his eyes shining in the dim light of the "bedroom."
Jean and Pete had changed their positions and were oblivious to Bunny's orgy. Jean sat on Pete's face as he sucked her pussy, poking his tongue in and out like an anteater. She had his swollen cock in her mouth and when he pushed upward, the shaft of it curved into her throat as though on rollers. He had her legs spread wide so that the pinkness of her pussy was visible when he pulled her lips apart. His tongue tickled the tip of her long clitoris when he pulled downward on her rounded buttocks and she would gasp each time he struck home in this way.
"Boy, that feels good, Pete," she breathed between sucks.
"This is good pussy, kid," he told her.
They kept at it for some time and then switched again. Pete got over her legs and sank his shaft all the way inside her with one thrust. He thought Jean was going to turn inside out with ecstasy when he did this.
"Wowie!" she gasped, "you hit the button on that shot, lover."
"Well, let's get it off together," he told her and he jammed his cock in to the hilt as Jean doubled up her legs so that he could touch everything she wanted touched.
He pumped and pulled on her ass until he felt himself going over the top. Jean moaned as orgasm after orgasm spasmed her body, jerking it convulsively as though his cock were wired to a 220 volt outlet.
"Damn," she moaned, "you did all the right things. I haven't come like that since a buck nigger raped me in back of a Florida tavern two years ago."
"It was good, Jean," he told her, panting and gushing his last at the depths of her womanhood. And in the corner, Dale almost smothered Bunny with his bulk. He kept it up until her screams of delight filled the room. As soon as he had come, Harry was back on her, with hardly a stroke lost.
Bunny came and came and the last man to ball her that first night was Pete who took her dog fashion while she sucked on the long cock of Harry.
She thought about that night often and was thinking of it again as the Sea Stud flopped in deep troughs toward the deserted island. She thought of it, because in the excitement of the storm she found she had unzipped Jim Baker's trousers and was inside them with her hand, fondling his limp penis. She caught herself up abruptly and looked at him. He was tipsy from drink and yet she knew that he knew what was happening.
"Surprise," he lisped.
"Surprise, Jim," she said and gave his cock a squeeze as they both looked out the rain spattered window at the dark hulk of the island looming up a hundred yards away.