A modern day replica of an authentic Roman orgy is difficult to stage. Besides being costly and ridiculously noisy it is indeed difficult to get hundreds of swappers together in a sexual bacchanalia without creating a major disturbance. Such orgies are bound to attract the attention of police and conscientious citizens who may object to the morally outrageous behavior of the participants.
Orgies are most often thrown by famous and well-known persons who can afford to supply the food and drink necessary to keep a full-scale orgy in swing. Most often the 'authentic Orgy' is held in completely private and secluded surroundings. Often hotel resorts are rented during the off-season. Perhaps secluded mountain cabins and hunting lodges become the sight of many an authentic orgy. Sometimes a jet-set swinger who just happens to own or have access to an island brings his friends there to enjoy abandoned bliss far from prying eyes.
Generally the genuine orgy is rare. Few swappers have attended one. Quite likely few who have would care to repeat the experience. Still the authentic Orgy as it is historically defined does exist today in exotic corners of our hemisphere.
I have taped an interview with Carl and Darlene Taliaferro who quite willingly gave me an account of the one and only authentic orgy that they had attended during their lifetime of swapping. Carl and Darlene are wealthy and free to travel. Together they enjoy swapping and gambling activities at far corners of the earth.
Darlene is an attractive bleached blonde with a long aquiline nose, blue-grey eyes and a remarkably attractive figure. Darlene is well past her mid-forties. Darlene is plump but her figure is altogether attractive. Her youthful vitality suggests that Darlene has done her best to maintain a cheerful and youthful outlook on life.
Carl is an attractive man in his early fifties. His hair is dark-brown. He is slightly bald. Carl has ruggedly red cheeks, evenly spaced white teeth, dark brown eyes and a middle-aged paunch that testifies to the fact that he is undoubtedly a faultless gourmet. Carl speaks fluently in several languages. Carl credits his linguistic ability with having involved him in many interesting affairs.
"Carl and I have been swinging all over the North American continent for a long long-time…," Darlene revealed. "There's very little going on in the sexual scene that Carl and I don't know about. I don't care how wealthy a person is, or how famous, his desires are just as passionate as the most bourgeoisie commoner. Wealth presents its own problems-you know! The well-to-do person's life has become so simplified that his main problem becomes boredom. When Carl received his inheritance we thought it was wonderful. But then we found even more time on our hands. Neither of us has to work so we are confronted with great wealth and idle hours… which together often compels one toward sexual adventure."
"Carl and I have always been broad-minded about sex…," Darlene frowned. "We don't belong to any particular church. We give to a variety of worthy causes and hope our donations help someone less fortunate. We aren't out and out cads! We realized we are fortunate in many ways. Carl has one weakness-gambling. I of course have my own personal failings-but they are more sensual and less costly. While in Hawaii, the Virgin Islands and other beach-side localities I hired numerous beach boys to come to my private suite. You'd be surprised at how easy it is for an older woman to find youthful lovers if she has money. In a pinch I've patronized male prostitutes for the brand of sex that I enjoy most!"
"Carl and I have always had a special itch to throw a real Roman Orgy…," Darlene stated. "But we've never had the time or place to throw one. We were fortunate enough to attend one international-orgy that involved nearly two hundred people from all over the world. We met on an unknown island. We were never told where we were being taken. I suspect I'll never live through the likes of such an event again."
"We were in Bermuda, around St. George's. Yes. I was occupying myself with young beach boys then. And a few of the talented male masseuse's which are easy to come by. For an additional fee these well-hung studs will provide the most sensual pleasures you can imagine. However if a rub-down is all you want they'll give that too!"
"Carl was on the town gambling…," Darlene smiled. "I find his hobby boring. The pure love of money has little hold on me. Carl has a fortune in stocks and his electrical manufacturing business. I don't really understand his love of gambling. I love sex. Carl does too. But he'd much rather gamble. Which means I get a lot of neglect."
"It was well after midnight and Antonio, my dark Basque masseuse was giving me the final touches of our regular session. He was applying some sweetly scented lotion to my body after having performed lengthy cunnilingus on me. I had no more than ushered him out the door when burst in."
"Pack up-baby!," Carl shouted. "We've got to catch a plane in forty-five minutes. This is the chance of a life-time!"
"I was most reluctant to leave Antonio…," Darlene testified. "But from the way Carl was packing the hotel was going to explode at any moment."
"Where are we going?"
"To an island-baby!," Carl huffed. "To what is called 'Orgy Island.' Our host is a wealthy Greek gambler who refuses to tell where we are going. He's involved in underworld operations in dope and illicit gambling. He has access to a private* island. We've been invited there."
"But-I hate gambling!"
"This is an island of Pleasure. Gambling. Drugs. Sex. You name it. If you've got money to burn this guy will give you your money's worth in whatever particular brand of vice you crave."
"I packed quickly…," Darlene noted. "I knew nothing of our destination. At the airport, gathering outside this privately owned jet, were odd persons of various nationalities. My husband got right in the middle and began speaking in different languages. Let me say right now the only tongue I understand is the one shoved between my hot thighs. I don't give a damned about the nationality of my lover. As long as he knows his business. The intimate sounds we make could be understood in any language!"
"I boarded the jet. Carl became engrossed in a challenging conversation with a young French wine merchant and his Portuguese wife. We were flying out over the ocean. I sensed we were into something BIG. It took us three hours or more to reach our destination. We all put our wrist watches, compasses and other items into a sac. The rule was that no devices which would indicate our direction or indicate the length of time from one point to the other were to be held by the passengers. It seemed that our host took no chances on anyone charting his direction."
"We landed on a sandy strip near the beach…! It was large enough to accommodate two planes. A large dark green bus met us. We were bussed to this massive stucco building with a tile roof. The furnishings were comfortably ornate. We were waited on by attendants, maids and servants of all nationalities."
"The only thing our servants had in common was their wide grins and their willingness to please everyone. Our porter was a young oriental boy who kept leering at me in a most sensual manner. Surprising as it may seem I've never had relations with an oriental male. With a female-yes. An attractive Japanese virgin! I've heard it rumored that oriental men have under-developed sex organs. It's also rumored that black Africans from Sudan have gargantuan sexual proportions. The oriental man did not please me with his long leering glances. Carl dismissed him with a tip!"
"Carl abandoned me…," Darlene laughed. "I never went into the casino. I know my husband lost over $9,500 during our six day spree. But sex-wise it was almost worth it. Women in bikinis lay fornicating on the beach. I put down my beach towel, my radio and my cigarettes. I had no more than pressed my belly into the hot sand than I was approached by a virile Hawaiian boy."
"Madame is alone…?" the curly-headed youth inquired, looking remarkably well-hung in those clinging briefs. "Perhaps you are a-widow…?"
"I informed him I was married. That my husband gambled. The brown haired youth squatted down next to me, surveying ray rising breasts.
"If I were he…," my beach boy smiled, "I would not leave you alone. Perhaps I may acquaint you with our island?"
"Perhaps…," Darlene smiled. "Your name?"
"Juan. I live here. I entertain many female guests all season."
"Where are we… Juan?"
"I do not know…," Juan frowned. "I come here at eighteen. I escaped from prison in my own country, was hiding in a port in France when "big Joe" brought me here and offered me this Garden of Eden. I will never leave. It is forbidden. I am twenty-seven, Madame. Discussing the Island is forbidden. We are allowed to do anything to please our guests. How may I please you?"
"I felt a warm hand pressing upward between the backs of my thighs…" Darlene noted. "I felt a hot fire flame throughout my body. I remained motionless as that hand began caressing. Our bodies were close and intimate. Juan moved to kiss me. Those soft sensual lips touched mine. Those thick fleshy fingers moved to my breasts. I felt my bikini top falling from me as if it were a veil. Juan pushed me down on the beach towel as his hungry mouth moved to my nipples."
"Oh… Juan. Oh… ummmmm!"
"People were fornicating everywhere on the beach. There were at least one hundred of us out there. Juan worked his hands between my thighs after he removed the bottom of my swim suit. His thick fingers worked through my dark pubic mound. Juan seemed fascinated by the dark freckles that covered my abdomen. Even as a child I had been ashamed of them."
"Oh… Juan… we're so public! Why everyone is having sex openly on this beach! Oh-how wonderful!"
"Juan removed his own briefs. His dick was enormous. It was so inflamed with passion that he almost turned purple in his genitals. He thrust that throbbing prick into me as he mounted."
"We live like healthy animals here…," Juan puffed, breathing heavily. "We make love publicly. Tonight is the Fiesta. You will be pleased a thousand ways! Perhaps you will remember this as an Island of Love."
"Juan was slow to arouse me. Once he got the rhythm of my body though he pounded me towards a frantic climax. Our bodies melted into one. Juan kissed me until my lips were sore. His hot hands moved under my buttocks as he pounded me to an explosive orgasm. We both erupted together and collapsed in exhaustion."
"That night they held the Fiesta on the beach. To start things off everyone appeared in the altogether. Anyone wearing clothing was fined $150.
"I'm not particularly ashamed to appear in public naked. But before it's always been in small groups. I felt different in front of hundreds of strangers. There were tables of food for everyone. Food, wine, whisky-all served elaborately by young dark haired women of foreign extraction."
"Carl disappeared with some virgin from Samoa. Three drunken women, including one.American, pulled me into the naked festivities. In the middle of the group a Polynesian woman was doing a dance with a snake. She stood spread-legged as dark tanned native boys banged on 'bongo drums' and other implements of musical discord. The exotic dancer forced the writhing snake into her vagina. I felt hands touching me everywhere. Soon my head was spinning. Two very dark-skinned youths dragged me into the bushes. I was forced down in the shrubs. I felt something hard being shoved into me. Then hot loins whipping furiously. Hands pulled me on top of the youth while we were in erotic connection. I felt a sharp stab in my rectum. I could not protest. It was a HOT knife being shoved in my ass. I cried out as the other boy whipped his penis into my anus. My cries of pain turned to shouts of joy."
"Oh… screw my ass!," I screamed. "Oh- shove it into my snatch! Oh-move both of them faster! Harder!"
"Dis lady's box es as big as a cow…," one boy shouted. "I bet dat her ass is as big as her mouth!"
"I felt insulted as both boys pushed me over the edge of a very hot and passionate climax!"
"The youths laughed. They pulled me up. One of them way-laid this tan mastiff thrashing through the bushes. I had no idea what they had in mind until one boy began manipulating my box and rubbing my juice all over my thighs. The dog approached. It sniffed. He was truly a massive beast. Dane and probably Elkhound. One of the boys jerked the sheath covering back and exposed the raw red penis. They made indecent gestures with their hands. They guided the dog toward me."
"Owww… yeowwww!," I shouted. "No-lit… hurts! O-mmmm!"
"Fuckie… suckie… dog…!," a native youth laughed. "You have puppies-lady! You be pretty lady with puppies suckin your tits!"
"The largest of the two unidentified boys had my head thrust between his thighs. He clamped those whipcord muscles about my neck. I was his helpless captive. I could not move free as that massive canine penis ruptured me. I was terrified-although I'd witnessed others in canine copulation!"
"American lady… she screw-ee dog!," one native youth shouted through the bushes. "American lady screw-ee DOG. Come, look… see!"
"A huge crowd gathered about me. I searched the gathering for my husband's face. He was not among the witnesses. I felt degraded. The mastiff socked the swelling dog knot in and out, causing me to experience sharp waves of pleasure.
"Oho-owwwww-NO!," I screamed. "Oh- owwwww!"
"The dog was pumping me painfully…,"Darlene blushed, looking away as she visually recalled the incident. "I felt the violent jet-spray of the huge mastiff s semen. It seemed like he flooded me three times with his jizz. All applauded my unavoidable climax. A homosexual was selected from the crowd. The pansy was pulled down and his buttocks exposed to the gratified dog who was eagerly licking his aching phallus. The dog sniffed. He showed no real interest in the faggots behind. A hot hand probed my clit, became wet with my liquid secretions. My juice was rubbed on the pansy's buttocks. The dog sniffed."
"The dog ain't queer…," one guest laughed. "He knows the difference between a woman's pudenda and a man's bum-hole. Still-he may mount yet. Don't fart and scare him off!"
"The tan mastiff paused before mounting…," Darlene noted. "That dog had a time poking his aching penis into that tight opening. The dog pumped in and out. He moved his hind legs closer, forcing his canine phallus inside. The pansy groaned with pleasure and began moving with the dog. Almost everyone was masturbating someone. I saw the smiling face of a man who must have been in his seventies. Surprisingly he produced a small amount of jizz as I jacked him off!"
"It was a wanton orgy!," Darlene shouted. "Three women dragged me into the bushes. All three made love to me with their mouths. At the same time. One ate my ass and sucked it until it hurt! Then they made me take turns sucking them off. I was sore and badly in need of a bath when they got through with me. Someone held me down long enough to tattoo the word "Orgy Island" on the inside of my left thigh!"
"All I remember was falling into the bushes when my head became too heavy to hold up! When I woke up in my own room I remember seeing Carl staggering in with his shirt outside his pants. His zipper was wide open. Carl took a long look at my filthy naked body. He told me he had lost $4,425 that night. I had wild visions of naked men and women and screaming dragons that night. I woke up with an unbearable headache. Carl had received the same tattoo. He told me he had received it while being 'eaten' by a dark native boy!"
"The following day was a mad orgy on the beach! A dark skinned beach boy informed me we were one hundred and thirty-five guests in all. He refused to answer my questions about our location. Because of the beach landing it would be difficult to detect a runaway from the air. I went on a tiring hike with a beach boy who made me climb mossy rocks that jutted out over the ocean. I remember being frantically fucked on a slippery pinnacle as waves crashed below. I ate his salty tasting penis and caressed those firm young testicles with delicate fingers. Afterwards we dozed off for only a moment. When we awoke our rock was being covered by the tide and we were almost captured by the wildly crashing waves. We scrambled back to shore over slippery rocks, squashing sea anemones and mossy ferns in our scramble for shore. We lay on the beach almost exhausted: Our passions were hot. My beach boy mouthed my tits. He fingered my slit. I lay there feeling the sand on his rod rubbing against my sore vagina. I squeezed my throbbing vagina down hard over his flesh. The sand and salt water made intercourse a kind of painful pleasure. Every nerve in my body was alive with the full awareness of my sexual response. My orgasm seemed so much fuller in the sea-side atmosphere. Later we returned to the crowd!"
"Everyone was naked on the beach. The sun was terribly hot. Clothes seemed like anchors about your body! All of us were moving about on the beach. We selected lovers at random. I doubt anyone claimed they were impotent in such an atmosphere!"
"The atmosphere in the hotel was more abandoned. We had access to sex, gambling, dope-any vice we craved. There were even domineering women for those whimpering men who craved humiliation. Maids wandered in and out of your room. All were lovely and under thirty. They would come in to make your bed. Carl would be in the bathroom brushing his false teeth. I remember one dark-skinned maid walked in. She brazenly extracted Carl's penis right before my very eyes! She slumped to her knees and lifted that swelling object to her lips. I became so absorbed that I had to masturbate as I watched my husband being aroused."
"Abysinia…," Carl groaned. "You have such lovely soft lips. Um-let it slide deep back into your throat. Move those soft lips ever so slowly over the tip! Eat me all the way to my root! Oh -baby-no one knows how to give a 'blow job* like you do! Oh-ummm-yes! Finger my testicles. Thrust your sharp fingernails into them- but don't hurt too much! Ummmmmmmm!"
"It was a wanton spectacle…," Darlene blushed. "That dark maid was gobbling down my husband's penis. I've always had to stop when I had taken half of it. I seem to choke now and then! Abysinia swallowed the entire length of my husband's manhood. I watched Carl rotating his hips and thrusting his hard prong in and out of her soft mouth. I watched him pulling her ears and rubbing the root of his penis against her chin, I saw that body stiffen, quiver and I knew that his potent semen was pouring down the back of her throat!"
"Abysinia looked like a porpoise swallowing fish…," Darlene noted. "She did not drop a single molecule of that potent fluid. She licked her tongue between those soft thighs, back to the ripe anus, over the testicles and up and down the now flaccid sexual organ. Carl then rubbed his shrinking dick on her hair and hid it inside his striped shorts."
"This is what I call 'service'… " Carl taunted. "That girl has a great set of jaws! No wonder no one wants to leave the island. If it weren't so damned expensive we'd take up permanent residence here!"
"I had quite a time with the male porters and house servants…,"Darlene noted. "A boy- not over twenty-strolled up and down the hall glancing into guests rooms. There were no doors on our rooms-I forgot to mention. All our valuables were locked in a safe. Everything was out in the open! I was standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair on this particular day. This youth came in and grabbed the brush from my hand. His breasts and shoulders slowly caressed. Our lips met. In front of other giggling tourists I allowed myself to be made love to by one of the Islanders!"
"Do I please you…?" the youth whispered, moving his eager hand in between my hot thighs.
"Oh-yes!," I gasped. "Oh-yes! So very much!"
His phallus… Darlene noted, jumped against his abdomen! "I felt him placing it between my thighs as he pushed me down on the edge of the bed. I felt it inching through my thick mound of pubic hair! I felt myself swooning with ecstasy. I placed my hands against his thrashing buttocks and felt the rise and fall of his penis inside me as he pounded me against the bedsprings! I could feel the hot pulsating sensations of my own body and his together. I became very wet and passionate."
"Ohoo-ummmmmm!," I cried. "All of a sudden the beach boy began knotting up a stray nylon which I had tossed across the bed. He placed about seven tight knots in it. Then he began violently stuffing it up my ass-hole. It hurt because he was quite rough with me. I felt those knots slip inside my rectum as he kept mercilessly pounding me with his raging phallus. I swooned and felt my orgasm growing inside of my body. Just as my body gave a momentous jerk, in unison with the sudden release felt by my lusty captor, I felt that knotted nylon stocking being jerked violently out of my anus!"
"Oh-gawd-ohoooooo!," I groaned. "Oh-what wild… wicked… pleasure!"
"Our jizz spewed all over the clean sheet…," Darlene noted. "The youth smiled and told me to summon a maid. One came in. She immediately joined our debauched fun. She licked my clit as the youth shoved his dwindling prong inside my mouth. We made frantic connection and then fell on the bed to make violent love. Guests strolling down the hall came in to join us before it was over there were twelve members naked and violently copulating in the room with us!"
"We could have stayed there forever if it weren't for the enormous cost…! After six days of idyllic bliss Carl sobered up and said it was time for us to leave. Never before had I been so perversely violated in every manner you can conceive! Never before had so much been going on so quickly. My orgasm became a succession of gang-bangs-one right after the other! There was nothing personal about most of the sex on the island. It was just one prolonged orgy! I hated to leave. But I was almost totally exhausted from too much promiscuous activity!"
"Twenty other guests left with us… " Darlene blushed. "Just as we were leaving another plane landed beside us with new guests to the island. We relinquished our watches, compasses and other directional equipment. Everyone was guessing where we were but no one really knew. My clitoris throbbed with excitement as the engines hummed. I glanced down at the island. I felt a moment of wild nostalgia. Carl moaned about how much money he had lost. Never before had his gambler's luck been so poor. As we soared away from the man-made paradise I knew that we were both the helpless victim of our vices.!"
"I've attended hundreds of smaller swapping parties. But nothing has ever been so boldly spectacular as that week on the island. Sometimes I begin to believe it never happened to me. That it's a wild figment of my imagination. But then I glance down at the fleshy part of my thigh. There inscribed in small bold letters are the words 'Orgy Island'. Every swinger I meet asks me for an explanation. They stare at me in open disbelief when I give them a detailed accounting of my activities. I know for a fact that full scale orgies do go on. But to most people they're like a unicorn. Few people have ever really seen one!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
As the reader can see the authentic orgy is a passionate and noisy affair that is best conducted far from prying eyes. Many orgies actually are conducted on small, far-away privately owned islands.
Other ideal locations seem to be remote houses and cabins which may easily be found in the classified ad sections of most any newspaper.
As Roger Blake notes in WIFE SWAPPERS…
"The more organized groups often rent isolated beach or lakeside cottages or hunting lodges for their parties. They can usually be found advertised in the classified columns of most newspapers and rented with a minimum of questions by placing down a security, deposit with the owner or agent. In the cases where one of the participants has a very privately located house or owns a cottage of his own, the others will usually offer to chip in for its use." (3)
In this case the international profiteer happened to derive a sizeable income from his island of vice. Obviously not everyone owns a private island so choosing the ideal location to throw an orgy often presents a sizeable problem.
Those swingers who constantly seek out large group swap scenes and become addicted to 'orgy-type' activity are often oversexed and more openly perverse than their smaller group swapping comrades. Those who seek out large abandoned groups are often jaded deviates who cannot find their brand of pleasure in smaller groups.
In CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR author Roger Blake notes…
"The Party Girl' or orgiast usually has traces of every erotic deviation in the book. She is at once a voyeurs, exhibitionist, at least partly Lesbian or bisexual, almost always interested in oral and anal sex acts, frequently nymphomaniac, sometimes scatological, a mate-swapper, a masturbator, and possesses some degree of sadomasochism." (7)
In the authentic 'orgy' each member is trying to out-do the other in perverse activities. Orgiasts indulge in more perversions strictly for the sake of being more deviate than other swappers. The true orgiasts is most always an extremely perverted person. I have interviewed several orgiasts who are constantly seeking larger and wilder sex parties. I have found the men to be sexually satyrs and the women to be border-line nymphomaniacs.
Even well-adjusted swappers would not enjoy the real wild bacchanalian type orgy. Many would be offended by the openly perverse sexual abuses; while others have noted they find the larger swaps to be entirely too jaded for their own private tastes. The feeling seems to run high among swappers that the authentic orgy is too perverse, too wild, too noisy to be enjoyable. Most complain that too much happens too fast. Many swappers are surprisingly moderate and free of perverse desires.
The true orgy is a 'once-in-a-life-time' experience for most swappers. Many swappers who have attended would not do so again. Anyone who continuously seeks out such large group scenes may be suspected of being a sexual psychopath. In many cases the true orgiasts are seriously deviate. Both Darlene and Carl admit that there were some things about their 'orgy' that they enjoyed -but both claim that smaller swaps offer a lot more in intimacy and authentic sexual pleasure.