Every room in the multi-roomed house had a different colored light-bulb either hanging from the ceiling or glowing from a stand in a comer. And every room in the house contained at least five people engaged in some quasi-sexual activity, from comparatively innocent naked necking between boy and girl to several copulating couples to blow-jobbing men to mutually masturbating girls. There seemed to be very little voyeurism involved, and Maryon figured this was because there was just too much to do. Everybody seemed to have found a partner but even as she watched two couples merged together and changed partners in mid course and a single roving male wandered into a room to thrust his hand-held erection in between a mobile mouth-and-cunt team to no one's objection. Do-it-yourself seemed to be the name of this game. Still, Maryon wasn't quite ready to be this indiscriminate and sought for some halfway measure that would take her out of the role of being mere spectator. Returning to the room off the foyer, she saw that it was already occupied by a bearded male whose age she couldn't quite determine in the dim light. Naked, he was stretching himself as if weary, in a pose that reminded her of some Roman statue, his back toward her, head half turned. At sight of her he grinned and good-naturedly winked, immediately taking her into his aura of semi-boredom with all this. Ignoring him Maryon unchained her blouse, put it down onto her maxi-coat, and began to unbuckle the broad belt of her mini. The man… no boy, he, she could now make out… momentarily paused in his task of pulling on a brief pair of black jockey shorts to look at her, and kept his eyes on her body as she dropped the skirt and stepped out of it to reveal her long, slim-waisted and voluptuously curved breasts and ass in the tight-clinging blue bodystocking. She'd noticed a lot of crap on the floor, litter, paper, bits of broken plastic wine-glasses, and decided to keep her black boots on. When she left the room she noticed from the corner of her eye that the bearded man, in his late twenties or early thirties, had restricted himself to the jockey shorts and was preparing to follow her. Well… who knew? He looked like he might be pretty good. Conscious of his continued gaze, she let her blue-shrouded butt roll just a bit more than usual and drew herself up so her tits would stand resolutely out against the thin covering.
She climbed the stairs, stepping over a girl stretched blindly writhing on them with an unsexually defined long-haired head buried in her crotch, and made her way to a room lit with discreet blue table-lamp that, she soon realized, as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, canceled out her costume so that it seemed she was a nippleless blue-skinned Venusian in boots. The room's single bed contained a number of slowly-moving bodies, all naked, of both sexes, while on the bizarrely carpeted floor sat two youths and a girl, a black with an Afro, a thin boy with a WASP-hive… the girl, perhaps a redhead, heavily made-up about the eyes and mouth, hair cut short and close to her scalp, her chest nearly as flat as the boys', all nude. Judging from the quick look Maryon gave them as she entered, they were rapping about something non-sexual, for the two pricks and twin nipples were soft and unaroused.
But her arrival brought something new into the scene. "Hey, man," greeted the black, "whad'y'know, baby!? Come sit down a while… park your butt."
Shrugging to herself, aware that the black-banded beard was leaning against the doorway, Maryon crossed over and let herself limberly to the floor. Immediately WASP-head reached out and touched her breast. "Wow," he breathed. "Y'had me fooled there, chick. Thought you'd cut your knockers off there for a while. How come you're all dressed up? You uptight or som'p'n?"
"Way out, honey," said the girl. She was a redhead, Maryon decided, after a look at the blue-glinting auburn oasis that sat between the girl's thighs. She nodded and said "Hi!", glad to be so easily accepted into the group, not at all minding that the WASP was continuing absently to stroke her breast through the tight-knit material, the black was running his hands through her hair, and the girl plucking at the muscle of her thigh.
"I'm Maryon?" she asked, and quickly the others responded, as "Wash", "Dave", and "Vinny",
"We were just rapping about recruiting, getting in fresh blood," offered Wash, fingering her ear. "We's interested in turning on some more bodies to where it's all at with us… We kinda run the SLM y'see."
"Yeah," put in Dave, "welcome to the club, Maryon chick. Haven't seen you before, here or anywhere."
"Uh-huh… I'd've remembered her!" said Vinny, running the back of one hand along Maryon's thigh and taking the blonde girl's wrist in her other to place it against her flank.
"Ae you bi, honey?"
Maryon laughed lightly. "Can do," she said, "but I can take it or leave it, frankly."
"Mmmhhh… but can you give it, honey," throated the redhead.
"And give and give and give and give! I bet," said Dave, fully engaged now in tweaking at her nipple to make it cone out against the material.
"And life's just full o'give 'n' take," drawled Wash, leaning over to kiss her ear and run his tongue around in it so that she tingled.
Both boys were getting hard-ons, Maryon noticed, while Vinny's ridiculously small nipples poked out of her like nail-heads. Behind her the figure at the door came just inside and sat with his back against the jamb. She stretched her legs out straight in their boots, leaned back on her hands, and brazenly offered herself up to their combined caresses. "I guess I do all right," she said, closing her eyes and pressing her ear against Wash's thick-lipped mouth.
Vinny still had hold of her wrist but, instead of trying to bring it again to her own body, bounced herself cross-legged over the carpet until she was slightly behind Maryon, on the opposite side from the young black, and adjusted herself so that now the blonde girl's arm was encircled by her legs, with her hand trapped under the copper-covered pussy. She leaned forward so that her chin rested on Maryon's shoulder. "You want to make it with me, honey?" she whispered, squirming so that Maryon could feel her loose wet vulva on her knuckles, warm and juicy.
She hesitated. She wasn't sure yet just what she wanted. Dave must have overheard the question. "Hey, Vinny chick, no fair you hog it all, you pig. I could do with a bit of bishop-bashing myself!"
"Me too, man," said Wash in her other ear. "Say… what say we all get our rocks off, huh, baby?"
"Okay," said Maryon, after but a moment's hesitation. "But I'll have to get out…"
"Hey, hey… we gonna liberate you, we liberate you all the way," cried Wash, getting to his feet and going over to the bed, whose occupants were still dreamily hugging and humping. Leaning over them, the black picked up something from the bedside table and returned to the three on the floor. "C'mon, Maryon," he said, "just kneel up, now… that's right. Now just lean yourself back again, baby, like you were before… yup, that's the way. Now, just hang in there a minute…"
Arched backward over her heels, her cuntish mound and the twin peaks of her breasts thrown prominently up at either end of the straining curves of her hard, firm belly, Maryon saw, upside down, the bearded stranger tugging the black jockey shorts from his ankles. Across the blue-hazed room she could make out the dark forest between his thighs out of which sprang a barkless white tree-trunk of sturdy proportions.
Something cold touched her own invisible thighs and, after her initial jump of surprise, it took her several seconds before she realized that Wash was cutting away the thin blue material at her crotch with a pair of scissors. She bridled at the thought of her blonde fuzz and pink-lipped luscious fruit being thus exposed. After he'd taken a good-sized triangle out Wash, bidding her be still, cut two neat circles about the globes of her breasts so that she could feel her taut nipples spring out as their tension was released to the air.