The Devil's Sperm Is Cold (11 page)

Joan started to protest but such an action struck her as silly. All around her naked people were fucking and sucking and exploring their bodies with fingers and tongues. Not more than five feet away a thin blond girl lay on her side, her eyes closed, as a large burly man covered with black hair fucked her face with an angry cock. Joan could see the tip of it slide in and out past her lips, and a thin trickle of spittle spilled out of the corner of her mouth as his cock emerged and entered again and again. Her jaw was slack, and from time to time Joan could see her tongue curled inside her mouth, acting as a cushion for his cock to hit against as he thrust into her. Little moans escaped her, sounds that fell somewhere between a sigh and a slurp. He was looking down at her with unbending purpose, seeming to drink in the sight of her defenseless face accepting the ravaging cock. Her only motion was the tiniest movement of one finger against her clitoris as she brought herself to the edge of climax over and over, keeping herself there to use the energy generated in her cunt to enjoy the sensations in her mouth. Her mouth was the complete receptacle, the thing that wanted to be ravished, to be filled, while her cunt was the source of excitement which made her cocksucking so juicy and perfect.

As Jack pushed Joan on her back and spread her thighs apart with his fingers, the blond girl rolled over on her back. The man’s cock slipped out and he immediately grabbed it with one hand and began to pull it frantically. It was clear that he was close to orgasm. Joan felt Jack’s tongue on her belly, tracing its course downward and into the springy bush that covered her cunt. She flexed her pelvis, opening her cunt to his mouth, and he took advantage of her willingness by thrusting three fingers into the wet crack while covering her clitoris with his lips. Joan let out a grunt and began to let the heat move her, as her legs kicked wide and closed again, and her hands went to her breasts as she rubbed her nipples into erection.

“Well, so far it’s no different than most other sex I’ve had,” she said to herself as Jack slipped another finger into her anus, causing her to clench her ass cheeks to drain the intruder of sensation.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” the hairy man was saying, “I’m going to come all over your face. And you love it, don’t you, you hot little bitch. Come on, get that finger up your cunt and fuck yourself wild. Let me see you come while I fill your mouth with hot sperm.”

Through half-lidded eyes, and half-involved with Jack’s ministrations between her legs, Joan watched the hairy man begin to shudder. Ripples went up and down his spine and his hips pumped faster and faster. He seemed to fight a battle between keeping his eyes open to watch his cum spurt all over the girl’s face, and letting his eyes close to better enjoy his own feelings. Voyeurism won out over sensationalism and he stared down at his cock as it let loose jet after jet of globular jism. It splashed on her closed eyes, on her cheeks, on her lips. He guided his cock down until the opening was between her open lips, and he let the rest of his ejaculation drop on her tongue. The girl squeezed her thighs together, brought her knees up, and jabbed her finger one last time into her cunt. She was clearly in the throes of a silent inner orgasm, and as she came she rolled the sperm around on her tongue, making her mouth white and sticky, and then with a huge gulp, swallowed the entire mouthful of spunk. She curled her tongue out and licked her lips clean. She took her free hand and wiped the sperm off her face and sucked her fingers dry. The man fell back into a sitting position, and did not move for a few minutes. The girl got up slowly and began to look around the room, searching for the next cock to suck.

Joan came on Jack’s tongue. She had become so involved with the drama next to her that her climax had built without her being aware of it, and as soon as she realized that the girl she had just seen was ready, willing, and able to have every man in the room come in her mouth and still be ready for more, Joan’s body responded with its own volition, and caught her up in a fluttering orgasm which had her kicking her legs up in the air and pushing Jack’s head down into her pussy, letting him lick and suck at the most intimate part of her.

Jack pulled back and sat between her thighs, his mouth wet with her secretions. He winked at her with his unchanging good humor. “Nice,” he said. “You tasted just like I thought you would.” And he moved back away from her. “See you later,” he said.

“But, is that all?” she asked him.

“This is an orgy, Joan,” he said gently. “There are hundreds of experiences to be had. You’ll learn after a while not to get too involved with any single one of them. That defeats the purpose of the gathering. If there’s someone you especially like, arrange to meet him afterwards.”

Then, swiftly, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue touched his for an instant, tasting her own cunt juices. He held her head in his hands, looked into her eyes, and went on, “Stay light, Joan,” he told her. “That’s why I invited you here. You’re really a lovely person and I like you a lot. But you have to learn to lighten up. Sex is like eating fruit. It’s delicious and fresh. Don’t make a melodrama out of it.”

Abruptly, he turned and crept off. She watched his body until it was lost in the general crush of bodies. And suddenly, in the middle of the orgy, she was alone.

“What do I do now?” she wondered.

The answer was not long in coming, and it arrived in the form of two men who were looking at her as lasciviously as flesh-and-blood reflections of the Tweedledum and Tweedledee archetypes. Both in their late twenties or so, with short auburn hair, they were each almost six feet tall and looked enough alike to be first cousins.

“I’m Marty,” said one.

“And I’m Dave,” said the other.

“This is your first time here, isn’t it?” said Marty.

Joan nodded, fascinated by their brisk approach. She was still lying on her back, supported by her elbows as she raised her torso to a thirty-degree angle from the floor. Her breasts lolled to either side of her chest, and her legs were still spread apart from having Jack eat her cunt.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” Dave said. “Jack told us you work for a dirty book publisher. And you wonder whether we’re fags or not.”

“Does everyone around here read minds?” Joan asked.

“Oh,” Marty remarked sitting down next to her, “it’s just that when the repressions are thrown off, people get more psychic, that’s all, which is not any different than being more sensitive. You can sort of tell what people are thinking by the expressions on their faces.”

Dave sat down on the other side of her. “We used to be homosexuals,” he said, “but then we discovered that what we really wanted to be was partners in a hunting party.”

“A hunting party?” Joan repeated.

“That’s right,” Marty continued, taking up where Dave left off. “We go out hunting women, and when we get them, we give them an indescribable treat: being fucked by two men who are so attuned that they act as one.”

Joan began to reply but her mouth was covered by Dave’s lips, and the breath caught in her throat. He pressed his mouth against hers, and his hands went to her breasts. And then, his hands still on her breasts, his hands went to her thighs. Four hands! She opened her eyes in astonishment. Dave pulled back. “There are two of us, remember?” he said, and licked her lips with his tongue, causing her mouth to open. He kissed her once more and she let herself fall back on the floor. It was getting a little difficult to sort things out. Someone’s fingers were pinching her nipples, and as she felt the tremors shoot down through her belly and into her crotch, other fingers trailed up and down the crack of her ass and into her pussy. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the experience. There was something distant about the excitement she felt and she tried to pinpoint the precise feeling. Physically, she was getting highly aroused. She could tell just by the external manifestations. Her body was writhing on the floor, her ass was hot and itchy, waiting to be touched; her cunt was extremely wet, and her nipples were screaming with tender heat, as though a thousand tiny pinpricks were turning them on. Her mouth had a life of its own as she pressed her tongue into Dave’s mouth, giving him a performance of passion. But she was also somehow removed from it all. As though from a great distance she could hear the other people in their exercises, and even her own body felt as though it belonged to someone else. Somehow her awareness was not in herself alone but drifted somewhere near the ceiling, and mingled with the consciousness of everyone else there. She did not articulate it as such, but her experience ceased being private and became one with all the others in the room, as though they were all members of a single body.

All she could think was, “Ah, so this is what the orgy is about.”

And then she was overwhelmed. For when she opened her eyes she saw that the man kissing her was neither Dave nor Marty, but a total stranger. “A stranger!” she thought, “but what makes him more of a stranger than Dave or Marty? The fact that the others at least exchanged a few words with me? Is that all it takes to establish human contact? A few words?”

The man working on her mouth was insistent, probing with his tongue and lips, wanting to suck something out of her. She tried to resist and wanted to say no, for all at once she felt as though she were being seen and treated as something dirty. But at just that instant, a cock nudged itself against her cunt lips.

“A cock,” she thought. “Not a person, not a man, but a cock.”

The organ slid ponderously into her. It was very large, and her cunt stretched wide to accommodate it. Her legs opened almost automatically, and her hands went up to embrace the torso that went with the penis. The man fucking her began to move in earnest, swinging his cock from side to side, pulling out, pausing, and then penetrating deeply, giving her a thorough fucking. She found herself moving in response, cupping her ass so that it shifted more fully under him, and pushing her pelvis up, pumping her pussy into his thrusts. A hand swept over her belly and began playing with her clitoris. She moaned and the man kissing her whispered, “That’s it, baby, give me your mouth.”

That was what she resented. Somehow it was easier to give her cunt anonymously than it was to give her mouth, and the man kissing her seemed to know that he was reaping a more precious harvest than the man fucking her. She tried to say the magic word “No,” but his lips prevented her, and then there was the mounting excitement between her legs as her cunt started to squeeze and pump the cock that throbbed and jerked inside her. She could hear the sloshing of the organ in her hole and the heat of her clitoris drove all thoughts from her mind. She was going to come, and nothing could stop that, and as she got hotter and wilder, the man kissing her sucked harder, pulling in her lips and tongue and breath and spittle.

“Come on,” he urged, “push that little pussy hard all over that cock. Yes, you hot little piece of ass, go down and get wild.” And his words worked as an antiaphrodisiac, delaying her orgasm, so that he had an even longer time to ravish her mouth. The two tensions built higher and higher until she could contain herself no longer and she began to wail, the sound filling the strange man’s throat, and he kissed her harder and harder as her climax sent her body writhing into contortions of release.

And then, suddenly, she was all alone again. She shook her head, like a person waking from a dream, and there was no one around her, as though the entire thing hadn’t happened. And yet, her cunt was dripping and vibrating, and her lips were sore, and her breasts still had red rash marks from where fingers grabbed her hard. She came to a half-sitting position, supported herself on one arm, and looked around the room.

Now there were fewer people standing by themselves, and even fewer couples. The number of groups had increased and the numbers of people in each group had grown greater. It was clear, even to her untutored perception, that the orgy was gathering steam.

“It’s crazy,” she thought. “For a minute it’s all so intense and personal and wild, and then I’m on the outside again, and just another body in this incredible room.” Either there was more smoke or the lights had been dimmed, but it seemed to Joan that it was more difficult to make out details. She desperately wanted a cigarette and something to drink, so she set off in the direction of the bar. She began to stand, but decided it would be more polite to crawl. On her hands and knees, her tits hanging down from her chest, swaying with each movement, her ass jutting behind her, her cunt winking out from between the shifting cheeks, her hair hanging down to the floor, she looked like some mythological beast.

She didn’t get more than ten feet before she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist. “Get her,” a voice whispered, and she was pulled back, the cleft between her buttocks hitting hard on a stiff cock. She tried to turn around to see who was assaulting her, but another pair of hands grabbed her head and pulled her face up. Her half-open mouth hit the tip of another cock, and as the one slid slowly into her cunt, causing her to gasp, the other slid between her lips, causing her to gag.

She was worked that way for a long time. The man behind her plunged his cock into her sopping pussy, and when she began to moan with pleasure, the man in front of her thrust his cock into her throat, making her gag. When she gagged, her entire body convulsed, and her cunt bucked up and down on the unknown cock lodged between her thighs.

“Oh yes,” she heard the voice behind her say, “ride it, ride my cock.” And she would squirm and wiggle her ass around, impaling herself on his cock, beginning to feel herself climb to another climax, when the cock in her mouth would start to insist on receiving its share of attention, and begin to slide back and forth over her wet tongue, until it lodged itself once more in her throat, starting a new cycle. Someone slid under her and began to play with her hanging breasts, slapping them and pulling them, sucking the nipples into a hot mouth, biting them gently. Joan lost all discrimination. The entire thing was reduced to the sensations produced in her. “It’s no use trying to figure it out as it happens,” she thought. “There’s obviously too much going on too fast. The thing to do is just accept it and enjoy it and think about it later.”