Chapter 3

I spent the following week walking around on cloud nine. Well, not literally. Knowing that there was more where that came from, I was going to be extra careful to avoid walking on clouds and plummeting to my death now.

"Man, I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much," Jerry said as he mulled over his hand of hearts. "You get laid or something?"

I laughed, maybe a bit too much — I was never a very good actor. "Nah. It is me, after all. On the scale of layability, I'm somewhere between a retard and a chimpanzee. Don't ask me which direction things go in."

Jerry is one of the compulsive card-players of our school. You know the type — the guys who can always be found in the cafeteria playing hearts or poker or bridge, no matter what time of day it is. If I fit into any social group, it would be them, not because I enjoy cards that much but because it's easier to get along with people and not creep them out when you have something to do like a game, and because they don't mind when I play with them unlike just about everyone else. Although that might just be because I always lose.

To be fair, Jerry is a nice guy. He's your typical high school slacker, future frat boy, blue-eyed blond-haired baby-faced all-American movie good guy. A lot more social then I am, which is why we aren't that close, but he always talks to me when he sees me, which is good. Comparatively, anyway.

"You going anytime soon?" the guy next to me asked — some jock. I realized I had got lost in my thoughts again. I saw that spades was lead, and tossed down the ace. The jock immediately followed up with the queen of spades.

"Damnit!" I wondered how many days it was until Wednesday again.

It seemed like forever, but eventually the day rolled around. I wondered what an orgy would be like — the threesome I had with Dalbello and Alicia had been really intense, so if you added more people would it just get better and better? I mean, there has to be a ceiling on this kind of thing, right?

Lacrosse practise let out earlier than usual, but I still waited around after school. I suppose I was thinking that if I didn't do things the same, it wouldn't happen again, like some sort of magical ritual or something.

Sure enough, May walked past, still sweaty from her practise and with those goddamn nipples poking out again. "Hey Jimmy. You coming tonight?"

"Yeah," I muttered. What did I say now? "Do you, uh, want to meet me at the same spot..."

"Nah, just come on your own. Orgy night is an individual thing, after all."

"Oh." I wondered why I felt rejected — she had a perfectly good reason. "Well, I'll see you there."

I gave my parents an even more vague explanation than last time. They didn't seem to care, but made sure I was back by eleven which is, presumably, the only time I could possibly be in danger. Oh well, I'm not complaining.

Of course, there was the actual business of finding the place. I was halfway there before I realized that I hadn't kept track of the route we had taken last time, and that I remembered the place was nestled in some seemingly endless dreary streets. I decided to do things methodically, searching up and down the area I knew it was in. I was like the Google of apartments.

Only infinitely slower, because it took half an hour, but at least I had an address for the place I only thought of as Paradise Flats. I promptly forgot it as soon as I got inside.

The elevator was still broken, so I used the stairs. On the third floor, the Latino guy I had seen last time was leaning up against the wall, pants around his ankles, as Dalbello gleefully sucked him off.

She released his cock as soon as she saw me. "Hey James. The party's already started — either of the rooms on this side." She motioned to the doors at the other end of the hall, and then swallowed the guy's dick again. Walking forward, I realized that I was already hard.

Trying to walk steady, I opened one of the doors. It was the apartment where we had picked keys last time. I was too nervous to look around then, but it was a really nice place — surprising for this end of town. It had fine furniture, a big-screen TV, and a nice portrait over the mantlepiece.

I mention how high-brow the room was because what was going on inside was most definitely low-brow (if more fun.) Alicia was sprawled between two guys, sucking on one's cock while the other plowed into her from behind. An Asian woman and a short-haired one with big breasts were locked in the sixty-nine position, vigorously lapping at each others' pussies. And sitting on the couch were Paul and a dark-haired girl, slowly fucking as they watched the activity all around.

I stood around hesitantly, wondering what to do. Alicia waved to me, but couldn't say much around a mouthful of cock. I marveled that someone had found a way to shut her up.

"James!" Paul yelled as he thrust upwards into the dark-haired girl's bald pussy. "Glad to see you could make it. Just get naked and jump right in." The suggestion sent shivers down my spine and through my cock, where I suppose they were released into my jeans or something.

I quickly shed my clothes, almost tripping over my underwear as I did so. My dick jutted out proudly. Nobody really noticed — Alicia did nothing but smile as she shifted back and forth on her two cocks, the girls continued eating each other out, and Paul's girl kept shifting up and down.

"Hey, Alex," Paul called out casually. "I think Myra here is getting a bit too hot watching you, don't you think?"

"Yeah," said the guy fucking Alicia. "Little bitch needs to mind her own business. Shift her around, so that she can't watch, and I'll punish her when we get home."

I was taken aback, but Myra didn't seem offended, only disappointed. "Please master, I love watching you..."

"No begging, bitch," Alex said, with a harsh growl. He pulled out of Alicia briefly, and she simply focused more of her attention on the guy in front of her. Paul shrugged and lifted Myra up as though she were a doll, freeing his slicked member (larger than mine, I noted enviously). He turned her around and plopped her back down on his cock, burying her face in his chest.

I felt queasy all of a sudden. Everyone was so nice last time around, but here people were manhandling a girl seemingly against her wishes, calling her names, and berating her for perversion in an orgy. What was going on here?

As Alex settled back into Alicia, the other guy got up and grabbed me by the arm. "Don't worry about them," he whispered into my ear. "Myra likes it that way. It's a bit complicated, so I'll explain it to you later."

"O-okay," I stumbled. It's worth noting that for the first time, my (softening) dick was only inches away from another, and both were bared to the world.

"Actually, Myra's ass is looking really open right now, so if you want to go for it..." he trailed off with a grin.

I paused. The pale globes of her ass cheeks were enticing, rocking back and forth on Paul's member. "I think I will. Thanks..."

"Charlie," he said. I was starting to think I would have to start a chart just to remember who everyone here was. "No problem. Lube's in the kitchen by the way."

I ventured into the kitchen and sure enough, there was a jar of KY Jelly sitting on the counter, probably for this exact purpose. I shrugged, and dabbed a generous amount on my cock, which grew again to full hardness as I rubbed it. As I moved back into the room, the whole experience seemed sort of surreal, like a dream — but a very good dream.

I examined Myra as I cautiously walked closer. She was beautiful in an old-fashioned way, with a smooth, pretty face. She had pale skin and dark features, with her short black hair contrasting dramatically with her skin. She was slim with small breasts, and her pussy and legs didn't bear so much as a trace of hair.

"Just go right on in," Paul said as he noticed me approaching. "She likes the rough stuff."

I decided to thrust in slowly anyway — and was thankful for it. Myra's ass was like a vice — tighter than Donatello's cunt by a great degree, if not quite as warm or wet. Squeezing through her back door was harsh, but inside it was immensely pleasurable, squeezing my cock fiercely.

Eventually I bottomed out in her, and she gasped with pleasure. I had to let out a moan too. I noticed that Paul had stopped moving as we adjusted — I could actually feel his cock buried in Myra's pussy. I angled for a better grip, hooking my legs around two other pairs, finally getting used to the feeling.

Then we started fucking. It was a slow motion at first — alternate thrusting in and out, my dick moving through that lovely rosebud of Myra's. Eventually, we settled into a good rhythm. As I pulled back in her ass, Paul would thrust forward in her pussy, and vice versa. Myra just sat in the middle and took it, moaning and hiccuping in pleasure.

Eventually we sped up, and I soon found myself panting as I roughly fucked Myra's ass. Paul was even more involved, pushing himself off the couch to thrust deeper inside her. She just gasped and giggled, her high-pitched giggles turning into deep moans as she rubbed her breasts against Paul's.

Myra came wildly, crying out, and Paul grunted as she slammed back and forth. Evidently he had come as well, as he pulled out, shrinking cock sticky and spent. Myra and I tumbled onto the couch lengthwise, my cock still lodged firmly in her ass. She grabbed onto the arm of the couch for support, panting.

Pleasure coursed through my body like blood. The whole situation was just so erotically alien. I had never been in an orgy before, never had moans around me, never done a double penetration, never fucked a girl's ass... all of the new sensations and feelings were crashing through my mind, creating a storm of pleasure.

I grabbed onto Myra's breasts as I thrust into her ass, rubbing her rigid nipples. She gasped, and by now she was dripping her juices onto the couch. I was sure I was going to come soon, so I looked around, trying to see something less arousing.

No such luck. Just as I looked over the Asian woman on the ground was coming to a climax, screaming her pleasure into the other's cunt. The big-titted girl promptly sat up, breasts bouncing free as she rode the tongue of the desperate black-haired girl.

Alex had apparently came, because he was now recovering on a nearby chair. Alicia was now on her back, and Charlie was fucking her earnestly. He held her legs apart as he plowed into her. "Oh fuck..." Alicia gasped. "Harder... oh, yes... fuck me hard! Shove that big cock of yours into my tight little cunt! Make me cum!"

I felt myself losing control, and swiveled around to Myra, moaning and crying out as I pumped into her ass. My balls tightened and I felt the orgasm traveling up my shaft. I let out a cry and rocked back as I shot string after string of pearly cum. My cock popped out of her ass and I shot over her back, decorating her pale skin with my essence before collapsing against the opposite end of the couch.

It took me a full minute to get my brain in any sort of working order. It had just been a completely mind-blowing experience. I guess it took up the slack since my dick hadn't been blown.

Everyone seemed to be in similar states of recovery, as the girls finally finished and lay on the ground, slick with sweat and saliva. I finally spoke. "So, who is everyone here... I haven't really been introduced."