Lorraine calls and invites me to her place for a party. I've been staying with Jacques the last few days because I have nowhere else to go. Except back to Armand's and I haven't changed my mind about that. Staying with Jacques is at least something new. Lorraine says someone told her she could reach me there.
"When?" I ask.
"Tonight…"
I don't care much about seeing her but I am bored being only with Jacques. I think about; Rae. "Okay, I'll be there," I say. '
When I get to Lorraine's, no one else has arrived. "The others will be coming along soon," she tells me. She makes drinks. "Bacardi," she says, handing me mine."… like it?"
"Yes, I haven't had one for a long time."
We sip the drinks, finish them. Lorraine makes two more, then excuses herself. She comes out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a lacy low-cut black negligee with tiny pearl snaps in front. "I feel more relaxed in one of these," she says. "I have lots of others if you'd care to wear one."
I shake my head no.
"Oh well, suit yourself," she says. "Anyway your dress is pretty." She puts on some records. Dance music. She comes back to the sofa and sits down and tries to put the make on me. I've been expecting this and don't want any part of it. I shy away from her.
"Not interested, huh?… too bad. But I can't blame you about feeling it for Rae and not for me. She's a stunner, isn't she?" Lorraine laughs her coarse laugh. "Oh don't worry, there are really others coming. I wouldn't pull something like that. I just asked you over a little early. Thought we might have some fun. But relax, we'll just have our drinks and wait for the rest of them."
We listen to the records. Lorraine tells about the different women she has made it with. And the men. Compares them. I keep drinking and watching the door.
It is almost eight before anyone else gets there. When Lorraine answers the door, it is the floozy blond who lives with Rae. She is alone. "Rae will be a little late," the blond says to Lorraine. "She's still at work." She spots me on the sofa then. "Well hello, lover." She laughs harshly. She and Lorraine are a pair. They deserve each other. But it stirs me to know that Rae is coming and I smile as pleasantly as I can.
The rest of the guests begin to arrive. Another girl, that I don't know. Then two men. I recognize one of them as the pitchman from one of the strip joints on Bourbon Street. He is tall and bony with a thin mustache. I am beginning to think that this is going to be a strange thing but then a few couples come in and I start to feel better about it all. By eight-thirty there are at least twenty guests there. I keep looking for Rae and glancing at my watch.
Lorraine goes about telling everyone to help themselves to drinks. A few in the crowd start puffing grass. I enjoy the smell of it but I stick to my regular cigarettes. Everybody keeps talking about some show and asking Lorraine when it's going to start. "Soon," she says "… don't be in such a hurry… take it easy… relax." She laughs roughly.
Sometime after nine, ten people arrive all at once. Six women. Four men. Rae isn't among them. They all seem to be high on pot. They are dressed strangely, the men all in black, the women in pastels. Costumes almost. They look something like a troupe of magicians. They walk into the place as if they own it. Everyone else backs away. The two men help Lorraine pull back the sections of the sofa to form a larger circle. The ten of them gather in the middle of the circle, smoking grass and gulping drinks the other guests bring to them. Someone moves the coffee table out of the way. The rest of the guests gather about, sitting on the sofa or standing behind it.
"Hey, turn up the lights somebody," one of the men calls out. The blond goes to the switch and the lights come on bright. Lorraine's posters and mobiles look grotesque, obscene. A spotlight focuses oh the oddly dressed group that has just arrived. Everyone is talking loudly. I can't make out much of what they say.
"If you'll all be quiet a minute, we can get started," Lorraine calls out. The noise dies. Lorraine goes over to the group, says something to one of the men, then comes back to her place next to me. The music from the stereo starts up.
Lorraine turns to me. "Oh, I'll bet you don't even know what's going on. I told most of the others but I meant to keep it a surprise for you. Not this long though. Oh well, just watch, you'll see..
The ten of them line up in a row. They clasp hands, bow toward us. Then turn and bow to the guests on the opposite side of the room. They are all quite nice looking. Two of the men have longish hair and beards. There is a scattering of applause when they bow.
It begins slowly. It is obviously some kind of show but none of them say anything. They only hum along with the music. Their eyes seem to shine. Nine of them form a circle around one of the women, a very pretty girl with white-blond hair.
One of the men steps up next to her, begins undressing her. In a minute she is naked. The others in the circle stand aside so that the audience can see. The man feels her breasts, strokes her pussy, eases her down onto the carpet. She unzips his pants and draws out his cock. She pulls it up to her cunt. He climbs over her, begins to fuck her.
One of the other women, a brunette, kneels down next to the man and slowly takes off his clothes while he screws the girl with the white-blond hair. She rubs his bare ass with her hands and fingers, then reaches between his legs and plays with his balls. He pushes his prick harder and deeper into the blond. A second man kneels next to the face of the girl who is being fucked. Together they get out his prick. She props herself up on an elbow and sucks it deep into her mouth. He fondles her breasts. The first man keeps fucking her. The brunette keeps rubbing his balls and the base of his cock. The others in the group gather closer and begin stripping off the rest of the clothes of the four on the floor. They do this in time with the music, as if they have rehearsed it. Except for an occasional cough, the room is quiet as everyone watches.
I stare at the four naked bodies on the floor eating and fucking each other. They do it all very slowly, tantalizingly. My panties begin to get wet and sticky. The music slows, stops. The men and women on the floor and in the circle stop moving, remain as they are, frozen like statues. I watch. I wait.
I hear Lorraine's throaty laugh. "Now comes the part I like," she says. She nudges me with her elbow. I hear the music start in again. The two men and two, women who have been fucking and eating each other disengage and stand up. The six who are still dressed begin rubbing the cocks and cunts of those who are naked. Nobody seems to be with anybody in particular.
The tempo of the music picks up. Suddenly the four who are naked start stripping off the clothes of the rest of them. They do it very rapidly, tossing the pastel dresses and dark suits into a pile on the floor. The ten of them stop for a moment, turn to face us and bow slightly, then as the music picks up even faster they all begin to kiss and fondle and eat and screw each other. Urgently. Furiously.
They do it standing up at first, then get down on the carpet. All ten of them. They lunge and buck and thrust themselves against each other; their naked bodies now glistening with sweat. They fuck in time with the music. They eat each other in time with the music. A young girl with long brown hair sucks the cock of a handsomely muscled man while another girl feels his balls. A second man rams his prick into her from behind. The group of them are all in a tangle. I have never seen so much naked flesh.
The cock of one of the men is immense. I stare at it. Mentally I measure it. It is enormously thick, heavy looking, with a gigantic bulging head. It looks to be almost a foot long. I persuade myself that it must. be some kind of fake, a dildo, but then the man turns slightly and I can see the flesh gleaming in the light.
Two of the women kneel down and both begin kissing the huge cock. They lick it. They take turns sucking it. The man lies back on the carpet, his feet pointing toward me, his prick jutting up immense and thick. The girl with the white-blond hair steps over him, straddles him, lowers herself slowly down onto him. One of the other women guides the head of his prick into the blond's small pink slit. The blond pushes down. I see her cunt lips spread as the huge cock pokes in. She impales herself on it. I am sure that the giant prick must be splitting her, tearing her tender skin.
But she rides the heavy thickness eagerly, expertly, takes in even the big wide swollen base. The other eight stop what they're doing, sit up, watch. They start to clap in rhythm with her downward thrusts. Everyone in the audience begins clapping too. The music plays. I have forgotten about Rae. I watch. I am almost repelled by the sight of the monster cock driving in and out of the tight pink cunt but at the same time it fascinates me and I feel myself cuming from just looking at it.
Lorraine nudges me again. "It's something, isn't it?" she says. "Sometimes they go on like this for hours."
"You've had them here before…?"
"No… not here, but I've seen them at their place on Dauphine Street. They put on a show almost every night. I've been a few times and thought it'd be a kick to have them do it up right here in my place. It is, isn't it? Wild, I mean. It kind of goes with the room I think. It's. costing enough but it's worth it." She pauses and turns again to look at the others. I look too and see that the platinum blond is still spearing herself with the glistening wet thickness of the elephant cock.
"It wasn't always a show," Lorraine goes on. "They just started as a bunch who used to get together for orgies. Then one night there was a pusher hanging around with some stuff but none of them had any money to buy. I guess one of the girls who knew that the pusher had a sex problem had the idea of letting him in to watch them go at it in exchange for some grass. Pretty soon they started selling tickets at five dollars apiece and it got to be a regular thing. And when the word got around, the price went up.
"That's what I call enjoying your work," she continues. "None of them need other jobs. Every time I see them, they've got someone new. I guess that one by one they just get worn out. I hear that sometimes they fake it. You can't really go through a thing like that every night. But I told them no faking here, that the kind of people I was having over would catch on in a minute. They aren't, are they? Faking it, I mean. I guess they really dig each other though. They all live together, take baths together. God, it's all right to eat and fuck each other like that especially for the money. But that washing and eating together stuff in between, I don't know…"
I stare out at the sweaty naked bodies on the floor. The girl with the white-blond hair keeps riding the elephant cock. The others. dance naked about them. Beyond, I see the door to the apartment open. Rae. My heart skips as I watch her come in. She is alone. She has on a clinging dark blue dress. She wears a small fur piece around her neck. She moves with poise across the room, her auburn hair bouncing lightly on her shoulders. She only glances at the tangle of flesh in the center of the room. She comes toward me.
Lorraine and I make room on the couch and Rae sits down between us. She smiles at me warmly, then turns to look at the couples on the carpet. She watches them without surprise or apparent emotion. She crosses her legs. They are long, slender. Her near ness intoxicates me. I detect the fragrance of her perfume.
I look back at the others. The man with the giant prick has stopped screwing the platinum blond and is standing up now. One of the other women is kneeling in front of him gobbling his cock. She tries hard but has trouble getting much of it into her mouth. The blond kneels down now next to the other woman and begins pressing kisses all along the milky whiteness of her thighs. I feel something touching my own thigh. Rae's hand. I feel the sparks shoot through me. She is very cool about it. Casual. I am tight, tense. But I pretend not to notice. I just keep looking down at the others on the floor.
Rae's hand moves over my skirt closer to my pussy. She caresses my thighs again. I wish I didn't have a skirt on. Or panties. I want to feel the touch of her fingers on my bare skin.
"… you enjoying the show?" she asks.
"I guess so… do you?"
"It's all right. I prefer to do things myself though."
"I do too."
We keep looking at the others. I spread my thighs some and Rae's hand moves smoothly beneath my skirt. Her hand reaches my panties. She has no trouble slipping two of her fingers under the hem to the hungry wetness of my pussy. I peak at her touch. I hold back a cry. I see now that all but two of the performers have formed a chain on the floor, each eating the sex of one of the others. Men eating women. Women eating. women. Women eating men. Some of Lorraine's guests have started making it with each other too. I feel Rae's slender fingers stroke the folds of my cunt. My pussy burns, itches. Aches beautifully. She presses her lips to my cheek. I feel her breath warm against my skin.
"Why don't you do me too?" she whispers. "Want to…?"
"Yes."
She uncrosses her legs. I slide my hand up under her skirt, find the creamy wetness of her pussy. I stroke the soft liquid folds. We kiss with open mouths, suck each other's tongues. I am burning up with the need for more of her.
"See them?" Rae says, nodding at a couple screwing on the carpet just beyond the cluster of naked bodies in the center of the room. She laughs quietly. "You'd never guess it, but they're married. I guess they really go for this sort of thing. That couple is having a time of it too," she says "… over there. I really don't care to see that. But it's different for us though, isn't it?"
"Yes oh yes… keep rubbing me"
"Shall we get down on the carpet too?"
"Really… do you want to…?"
"Everyone will be pretty soon. Nobody will notice us. We could do more to each • other that way… different things."
"Yes. I don't want to get mixed in with them in that circle though"
"No, just the two of us," she says.
"Are we going to get undressed?"
"We can do that gradually"
“Yes…"
In moments we are down on the floor and my panties are off and Rae is eating my cunt. I can hear the sounds of the music and of everyone fucking and eating each other. I thrill to Rae's touch as she strokes my breasts. She unsnaps my bra. She doesn't stop tonguing my pussy. I eat her too.
We rest our heads against each other's thighs. My eyes are almost shut but I can see the shining naked bodies of the ten still pumping against each other in the center of the room. I see the elephant prick pushing in and out of the swollen pink slit of the girl with the white-blond hair.
"Mmmm it's so nice with you," Rae murmurs. She chews at my thigh.
"… with you too," I say. I close my eyes all the way and enjoy the touch of her body on mine. I imagine how it would feel to have the giant cock pushing inside of me. I wish I could hold the grapefruit balls in my hands. I smell Rae's perfume. I think of the sweaty smell of a man.