Chapter 8

Outside, the party was in full swing, there were about 25 people there and more were expected before the evening was over. Winthrop Morgan was having a very enjoyable time going from room to room to check on the pleasure that his guests had discovered for themselves, and occasionally partaking thereof. He was going away for a few weeks to get in a little skiing in Switzerland, leaving the next morning in fact, and the party he'd set up was by way of farewell to Granger and some of its more interesting inhabitants.

He had masked himself, just as the others had, and there were still semi-official greeters at the door to make sure that everyone wore a mask. It was his considered opinion that this made for a much better time for all, adding just that little extra flavor of debauchery that would stimulate his guests beyond the norm. He did not know all the people who were due to come, but most of them were friends of trusted friends, all of whom had been given a password in order to gain admission to his house. He walked past the door in time to see a stocky, angry man arguing with his old friend Jimmy Lubio. Jimmy's red tights were bulging out in front where his rampant penis pushed upward at the stretching material, and there was a young man sitting nearby who seemed bent on stroking the enormous bulge until it burst or Jimmy turned to pay some attention to him... Right now, though, Jimmy was intent upon finding out if the newcomer did or did not know the password.

Morgan sauntered over, inspecting the stocky man at the door with an expert eye.

"I tell you I've forgotten... but Jane... Jane's a good friend of mine... I know that she is here already!"

Morgan stepped forward. "Let him come in Jimmy... give him a mask... I think he's all right!"

Jimmy stepped back and allowed Ed Anderson to enter the sumptuously decorated hall. "Thanks," Ed said to Morgan. He looked wildly around, hoping that he would spot Jane instantly and pull her out of there. But he saw no one, just some dim shadows in the next room. Loud music and the sound of laughter echoed from the rest of the house, and Ed anxiously tried on the black mask that had been given him.

He was not too surprised to see the door guard and the young man with him go off together toward the rear of the house, their arms wound lovingly around each other's waists. "Fucking faggots," he thought contemptuously.

Ed had driven all up and down Turnabout Lane when he'd discovered Jane's red VW parked at the very end of the long, winding road. It had taken him some time to note that a lot of people seemed to be going into one house in particular, and then it had taken him some additional time to get up enough courage to go up to the mansion and try to gain admission. He was completely wild inside by this time, after having finally figured out that Jane must have gotten his sister to cover for her. She wanted to go to the party obviously, and had gotten Kay to pick her up at the house and drive there with her. No doubt his sister had long since gone home, and Jane now was having a good time at this party. It only took him a few seconds to see just exactly what kind of a party it was, and then he knew that he had to find her... to catch her in the act. He swore to himself that he would never let her out of his sight again after this night, and hoped he could get to her before anything really happened.

The older man who had allowed him to enter was now turning away, and Ed watched his retreating form. He was clad in some sort of loose flowing Moroccan robe, and Ed was sure that he was completely naked underneath it. Inwardly he seethed with anger. The man had seemed to know just who "Jane" was. He had just tossed his wife's name out hoping to get in, and surprisingly, it had worked. He stifled an impulse to collar the older man and ask him just where Jane was, but then he thought better of it. Better not make a scene at a party like this. There were probably all sorts of people around just waiting to throw a trouble maker out. His mask was in place, so he headed in the direction of the action.

Winthrop Morgan moved slowly down the hall heading toward the back bedrooms. He was looking for some particularly enticing group where he might enjoy the pleasures of several people at once. Already his impatiently throbbing penis was anticipating the joy of some nice young girl's warm, wet lips wrapped around it. The heavy beat of African drum music sounded in his ears, coming from the speakers that were placed in the hall.

Noticing that the study door was closed, Morgan pushed at it curiously. Finding it locked, he went instantly to the hall-table drawer in which he kept keys for all the rooms. It had happened before that some guest of his had wanted privacy, but he considered it a direct affront to his invitation and personally saw to it that each and every room could be entered at any time by who ever happened to wander by. Muttering to himself, he returned to the door, key in hand, and quietly opened it.

Inside he was just in time to witness the wild climax between Spade Johnnie and Kay Carroll. He had no idea who the blonde was, but he knew Spade Johnnie well, having had considerable dealings with him in the State capital where Johnnie was an acknowledged leader in underground affairs. Sometimes the business of Morgan's bank took him very far into the so-called jungles of the underworld, and having friends with influence like the wealthy self-nicknamed Spade Johnnie was very important. Therefore, Morgan was pleased to see Johnnie having such a good time, even though he had to assume that it was he who had locked the study door. Not wishing to disturb the preoccupied couple, he contented himself with leaving the heavy oak door ajar and going on his way down the hall.

Slowly, Spade Johnnie pulled out of Kay, his deflated penis slipping from her used vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound, and he collapsed beside her. She could see his cocky, spent grin and suddenly she wished she had something she could smash him with, something to wipe that horrible expression from his face.

"You... You Bastard... Let me up!" she yelled at him.

"In a minute... baby... I thought all you white broads liked that "foreplay" and "afterplay"... now's the time for a little "afterplay!" His fingers wound down between them, tickling and touching her up between the legs where the wet slippery juices of their mutual orgasm glistened on her thighs, matting her golden pubic hair. His middle finger dug upward separating the moistened strands and scraping at the sensitive tissues between the petals of her raw and sore vaginal lips.

"No... no don't touch me anymore... NO!" she cried trying to pull back from him. "You dirty, filthy animal... !" She gave vent to all the rage that had been building up inside her, tormented between the aftermath of such exquisite rapture and her terrible guilt. Her nails flew at his face and she tried to kick her legs outward to get away from him, but he raised up beside her, rage making him tremble all over as he grabbed hold of her wrists and held them high in the air. Her torn dress in sections around her shoulders and waist, and the exposed area of her ripe young loins was still fully revealed to him covered only by the wispy shreds of her torn panties around her white flaring hips.

Kay looked down between his legs and saw his big cock jumping alive once more as though it had never been deflated at all. His handsome black face was contorted almost insanely.

"FILTHY ANIMAL... I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A FILTHY ANIMAL IS LIKE!" He pulled her up and then wrenched her around so fast that her head spun and she had no time to protest. Savagely, he pushed her face downward upon the large sofa so that the ripe white cheeks of her quivering buttocks were nakedly exposed to him; and, as he pulled her upward by supporting her hips with his hands, he opened up to his sight the tufted underview of her moistly cringing pussy.

Helplessly she sobbed as the muscular black man pushed his now rock-hard cock into her yielding, defenseless cunt again. She felt him expand her thighs wide apart once more. He sprawled over her, half lying on top of her swaying buttocks as his hot, meaty cock drubbed up and up into her wide, moistly unresisting passage. Kay cringed as far forward as she possibly could, but it was no use. There was no way possible to escape the burrowing ramrod of Spade Johnnie's raging cock. She whimpered wildly under this renewed depraved assault and knew deep in her bones that the impossible was happening again. A wild, masochistic delight sprung full-blown within her outraged loins, and trembling from the harsh forward thrusts into her open passage, her knees unsteady beneath her, Kay began to arch her back and fuck back at the big Negro's lunging cock. His thick savage penis jerked convulsively within her and the forbidden pleasure that she had known just moments before returned tenfold to haunt her. She had never felt so blatantly wanton in her whole life. Dear God, she wondered as she mewled and moaned into the fabric of the sofa... What was happening to her... for the first time she knew what people meant when they said the devil made them do it! She knew that it had to be a demon inside her to make her behave this way... to make her feel the outrageously wonderful things she was feeling! As her torment continued Kay could not help calling back encouragement to her dark lover. "OH... OH YES... LIKE THAT... YES, HURT ME... HURT ME... OOOOOOH IT'S GOOD... IT'S SOOO GOOOD! YOU FUCKING BLACK BEAST... ANI-III-MAAAL!!!

Ed Anderson thought he must have been standing in that doorway for an eternity. He had caught sight of them as he made his way down the hall in search of his wife, Jane... the blonde girl in the cat mask and the big black man. He had never seen anything so depraved in his entire life! He knew it was wrong, but he was unable to take his eyes from their madly gyrating shapes of their partially clothed bodies. The girl had the most incredible way of snuggling her bared white buttocks back to meet the lean hardness of the black man's loins, and he could clearly see the shiny surface of the man's bloated stone-hard cock as it slid easily up into the shamelessly open wound of the girl's vagina.

In spite of his quest for Jane, he stood transfixed, while the strangely exciting love-making went on and on. He felt a tingle of excitement himself as he listened to the blonde girl's moaning encouragement and heard the Negro call her ugly, demeaning names. The two of them were acting out a drama that he only half understood on some unconscious level, and on this same primitive level Ed found himself growing more and more excited. His own rapidly awakening penis began to swell with desire as he stood just inside the door now, and the single mindedness he'd had upon entering the elegant home on Turnabout Lane was being rapidly replaced by another thought.

God, he'd like to feel that lively little cunt clinging to his cock! There was something truly magnificent about the girl, and although he couldn't see her face, he almost felt that he knew her. She reminded him a bit of his sister Kay, but, of course, there was no real similarity, he reminded himself. It was just that the girl had a fresh, young quality about her... an element of class... that somehow came through even though she was indulging in the most obscene display of sensuality imaginable. This odd combination of wanton exhibitionism and graceful beauty made him mindful of one of the most potent fantasies of his young manhood. He had always wanted a woman like that... one who would present the most impeccable decorum in public, but who privately and at home alone with him would shamelessly display her most wanton inner nature. Jane was all on the surface... there was nothing mysterious or secret about her, and even though he loved her, he could imagine great improvements in her personality... improvements that he now mentally imparted to the writhing girl on the sofa.

Imperceptibly he moved closer to the wildly thrashing couple. His clothing felt uncomfortable, a hindrance to the sweating surfaces of his body. He began to take them off, bit by bit divesting himself of them until he stood completely naked before them. Their grunts and groans of lust were quickening and seemed to be reaching a fever peak. He stood, gaping down at them, holding his stiffly erect cock in his hands, using thumb and forefinger to slide the thickness of his foreskin back over the glistening head. He had an ache inside him for that girl, and certainly no one would be the wiser if he were somehow to get a turn at her. He waited, impatiently then, after all he was fully justified, the good Lord knew what his wife was doing at that very moment! No one would hold it against him if he took this one little liberty... just this one time.

Kay had gone through an almost transformation. A fire roared in her loins as her nakedly gyrating body was caught up in an insane vortex of raw animal-lust that she could not and would not deny. She felt as though she could go on forever this way... and she tried to pull him in closer to her, awkwardly twisting her hands backwards to his thrusting hips and scraping at them as she sought to get more of his thick driving penis into her nakedly hungry young cunt. She needed more... much more, and her eyes bulging out, saliva freely flowing from between her parted lips, she strained against Spade Johnnie wanting him deeper inside the tingling soft, pink edges of her pussy.

"Fuck deeper! DEEPER! YOU ANIMAL" she screamed at him in a frenzy that bordered on acute hysteria. Johnnie clutched the cheeks of Kay's wildly quivering buttocks and drove his long cock in to the hilt. Then he fell forward and rammed his tongue sideways into her wide open mouth, feeling the young, white housewife suck wildly on it causing him so much pain that he had to pull it back out of her mouth. Mercilessly he battered against her, his pelvis hammering at her wantonly rotating high-held ass cheeks with mindless rhythmic blows.

"NNNNNNNNNGH!" she groaned. It was coming... and she was coming to climax AGAIN! It was something she needed more than anything else in the world, and she bucked beneath him maddeningly, uncontrollably. Then abruptly she sensed his plunging cock stiffen without warning. A thick splash of hotness spurted against her womb, and then another. He was spewing his white hot semen far into the lewdly milking walls of her tortured pussy. She groaned in disappointment! It was too cruel... She had been only seconds away... the peak of her orgasm had been so close... so very close.

Exhausted, Spade Johnnie pulled out of her wetly sucking orifice, his cock making a soft, wet sound as air rushed into her gaping vagina to replace it. Gasping, Kay thrust her empty loins high in the air... tears of passion streamed down her cheeks, slipping beneath the crumpled, hot surface of her mask. She tried to think clearly... to remember where she was and what she was doing there, but something had been unleashed inside her that she had no way to combat. Too many years of frustration had built up inside her, and now in this one shattering evening she was discovering what the world was all about... what magic she held within the soft confines of her nakedly quivering loins. She looked over her shoulder. Johnnie was standing beside her grinning lewdly down at her.

"MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!" Behind him she glimpsed another figure... a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her vision was so distorted that she closed them again. All she wanted was to come again. She had to gloriously feel that blissful release coursing through her thoroughly aroused body before she could resume her life.

Groggily, she heard Spade Johnnie muttering something, and then hands were touching her, pulling at the tattered remains of her clothing. She lay quiet upon her stomach, feeling the hands moving up and down along the soft perspiration covered surfaces of her now totally naked young body. She began to whimper with pleasure. Nothing mattered now but the renewed possibility of feeling everything mesh within her to create another soul searing climax.

"Oh, God," she breathed back at the unknown newcomer. "I like it... I like it! Touch me... touch me... touch me all over!"

Ed looked down to see his sister's nakedly willing body egging him on, undulating with the obscene pleading motions of fucking with each feathery touch of his fingers upon her burning hot skin. To him she was a beautiful stranger... the incarnation of all of his secret lusts. The woman who would satisfy him as no known woman had or ever could.

Jim Carroll had enjoyed his late dinner with Ginnie Reordon, but for some reason he didn't really feel like going to Winthrop Morgan's party. He'd been to entirely too many parties recently, and although at first it had been a stimulating novelty, all the new women, and those wild gang scenes, where sometimes up to 15 people were all going at it in one room, each one somehow connected to the others... well, all that had been fun... but enough was enough!

The young banker pulled his car into a convenient parking spot near Morgan's house and turned off the motor. He sat motionless for a moment, trying to clear his mind. There had been wine, quite a bit of wine at dinner. They'd gone out to Al's place by the Lake, and to make up for Ginnie's high school prattle and lack of interesting conversation, he'd found himself drinking more and more.

He cut the lights and stared out into the darkness in front of the car. What he really wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. Even though it was a lonely feeling sleeping in that big double bed alone, tonight he knew that he would drop off to sleep right away. Then maybe the next morning he'd be able to give a little thought to what he was going to do about Kay.

But Winthrop Morgan would be personally insulted, he knew, if he didn't at least put in an appearance at his going away party. And besides, the older banker had dropped a most interesting hint the last time they'd met. He was in need of a new number two man at his bank... the rival one to Jim's just down the street on Broadway. And being number two man to Winthrop Morgan was something that no one could afford to turn down. It would take him years of hard work and dedication to reach a comparable level at his own bank. Morgan could see to it that the board of directors approved his nomination, and there he'd be, sitting pretty at age 33. Not many men could make that claim!

"What are you thinking about, Jim?" Ginnie asked sweetly. She had sat patiently long enough, she decided. Jim was certainly getting moody, and she wanted to know why so she could figure out what to do about it. She just couldn't let him get away now that she had held his interest this long!

"Thinking about lots of things," Jim said enigmatically. He did not like her prying. After all, he had not made her any promises, just taken her to dinner a few times, gone to those fuck parties... she was beginning to act as though they had some sort of permanent agreement! He'd have to stop seeing her... do it properly, though, or she might try a little genteel blackmail.

"Okay..." he said suddenly, "Let's go!"

Once inside, Ginnie hoped that Jim would be able to get back to being his old self again. She tried to think of some especially interesting thing that she could get him involved in at the party as she trudged beside him in the snow. A light powder had accumulated since the snow began earlier that evening, and the forecast was for 4 inches before the night was out.

The lights shone brightly in one or two of the windows at 457 Turnabout Lane, but all the others had yellow or red toned glows emanating from behind the drawn curtains. It looked as if the party were going full swing. Ginnie felt the same old excitement take hold of her as they approached the front door. Within moments, she knew she might be in the arms of some complete stranger, and her indestructible young pussy trembled moistly up between her thighs at the thought of it. She almost forgot about Jim's strange mood as they rang the doorbell.

"Is this where the flower people are?" she asked, immediately, using the code words to establish them immediately as insiders. Jim snorted beside her.

"Sure thing, honey, come on in!" Jimmy Lubio was wearing one of the many robes that Morgan had provided for his guests. It was white and gave the effect of a toga, especially since Jimmy had wound a garland of fresh flowers in a circle around his head. He found that being what almost amounted to a doorman at some of Morgan's parties gave him the advantageous position of getting first crack at any man or woman who came into the house... and he wasn't above trying either one.

"Did you ever see Naked As An Ape?" Jimmy asked out of the clear blue, as Ginnie was sifting through the bin of ladies' masks. He directed his question to both of them, scanning their faces quickly to see which one might profess interest.

"No..." Jim replied hesitantly. "What is it... a movie?"

"Oh, Jimmy, don't you recognize me... It's Ginnie." She turned to Jim and said by way of explanation, "Jimmy's cock appeared in three scenes in Naked As An Ape. It is a very famous underground film..."

His thin, black mask in place, Jim muttered, "Congratulations..." It was going to be a long night, he was sure of it.

In the distance Kay could hear the murmur of voices. There were other people in the room, but she was close... so close, and this new person seemed to know just where to touch her, just what to do. She felt herself being slid down from the sofa, and gently placed upon the soft, rug covered floor. The warm surface of the textured carpet bit softly into her naked flesh, and she lay waiting, waiting for the rigidly pulsing cock that would bring her relief. There was nothing else in the world but the yearning she felt between her spread thighs. "OH... NOW... NOW... HURRY!" she called back to him.