"Abysinia…," Carl groaned. "You have such lovely soft lips. Um-let it slide deep back into your throat. Move those soft lips ever so slowly over the tip! Eat me all the way to my root! Oh -baby-no one knows how to give a 'blow job* like you do! Oh-ummm-yes! Finger my testicles. Thrust your sharp fingernails into them- but don't hurt too much! Ummmmmmmm!"
"It was a wanton spectacle…," Darlene blushed. "That dark maid was gobbling down my husband's penis. I've always had to stop when I had taken half of it. I seem to choke now and then! Abysinia swallowed the entire length of my husband's manhood. I watched Carl rotating his hips and thrusting his hard prong in and out of her soft mouth. I watched him pulling her ears and rubbing the root of his penis against her chin, I saw that body stiffen, quiver and I knew that his potent semen was pouring down the back of her throat!"
"Abysinia looked like a porpoise swallowing fish…," Darlene noted. "She did not drop a single molecule of that potent fluid. She licked her tongue between those soft thighs, back to the ripe anus, over the testicles and up and down the now flaccid sexual organ. Carl then rubbed his shrinking dick on her hair and hid it inside his striped shorts."
"This is what I call 'service'… " Carl taunted. "That girl has a great set of jaws! No wonder no one wants to leave the island. If it weren't so damned expensive we'd take up permanent residence here!"
"I had quite a time with the male porters and house servants…,"Darlene noted. "A boy- not over twenty-strolled up and down the hall glancing into guests rooms. There were no doors on our rooms-I forgot to mention. All our valuables were locked in a safe. Everything was out in the open! I was standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair on this particular day. This youth came in and grabbed the brush from my hand. His breasts and shoulders slowly caressed. Our lips met. In front of other giggling tourists I allowed myself to be made love to by one of the Islanders!"
"Do I please you…?" the youth whispered, moving his eager hand in between my hot thighs.
"Oh-yes!," I gasped. "Oh-yes! So very much!"
His phallus… Darlene noted, jumped against his abdomen! "I felt him placing it between my thighs as he pushed me down on the edge of the bed. I felt it inching through my thick mound of pubic hair! I felt myself swooning with ecstasy. I placed my hands against his thrashing buttocks and felt the rise and fall of his penis inside me as he pounded me against the bedsprings! I could feel the hot pulsating sensations of my own body and his together. I became very wet and passionate."
"Ohoo-ummmmmm!," I cried. "All of a sudden the beach boy began knotting up a stray nylon which I had tossed across the bed. He placed about seven tight knots in it. Then he began violently stuffing it up my ass-hole. It hurt because he was quite rough with me. I felt those knots slip inside my rectum as he kept mercilessly pounding me with his raging phallus. I swooned and felt my orgasm growing inside of my body. Just as my body gave a momentous jerk, in unison with the sudden release felt by my lusty captor, I felt that knotted nylon stocking being jerked violently out of my anus!"
"Oh-gawd-ohoooooo!," I groaned. "Oh-what wild… wicked… pleasure!"
"Our jizz spewed all over the clean sheet…," Darlene noted. "The youth smiled and told me to summon a maid. One came in. She immediately joined our debauched fun. She licked my clit as the youth shoved his dwindling prong inside my mouth. We made frantic connection and then fell on the bed to make violent love. Guests strolling down the hall came in to join us before it was over there were twelve members naked and violently copulating in the room with us!"
"We could have stayed there forever if it weren't for the enormous cost…! After six days of idyllic bliss Carl sobered up and said it was time for us to leave. Never before had I been so perversely violated in every manner you can conceive! Never before had so much been going on so quickly. My orgasm became a succession of gang-bangs-one right after the other! There was nothing personal about most of the sex on the island. It was just one prolonged orgy! I hated to leave. But I was almost totally exhausted from too much promiscuous activity!"
"Twenty other guests left with us… " Darlene blushed. "Just as we were leaving another plane landed beside us with new guests to the island. We relinquished our watches, compasses and other directional equipment. Everyone was guessing where we were but no one really knew. My clitoris throbbed with excitement as the engines hummed. I glanced down at the island. I felt a moment of wild nostalgia. Carl moaned about how much money he had lost. Never before had his gambler's luck been so poor. As we soared away from the man-made paradise I knew that we were both the helpless victim of our vices.!"
"I've attended hundreds of smaller swapping parties. But nothing has ever been so boldly spectacular as that week on the island. Sometimes I begin to believe it never happened to me. That it's a wild figment of my imagination. But then I glance down at the fleshy part of my thigh. There inscribed in small bold letters are the words 'Orgy Island'. Every swinger I meet asks me for an explanation. They stare at me in open disbelief when I give them a detailed accounting of my activities. I know for a fact that full scale orgies do go on. But to most people they're like a unicorn. Few people have ever really seen one!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
As the reader can see the authentic orgy is a passionate and noisy affair that is best conducted far from prying eyes. Many orgies actually are conducted on small, far-away privately owned islands.
Other ideal locations seem to be remote houses and cabins which may easily be found in the classified ad sections of most any newspaper.
As Roger Blake notes in WIFE SWAPPERS…
"The more organized groups often rent isolated beach or lakeside cottages or hunting lodges for their parties. They can usually be found advertised in the classified columns of most newspapers and rented with a minimum of questions by placing down a security, deposit with the owner or agent. In the cases where one of the participants has a very privately located house or owns a cottage of his own, the others will usually offer to chip in for its use." (3)
In this case the international profiteer happened to derive a sizeable income from his island of vice. Obviously not everyone owns a private island so choosing the ideal location to throw an orgy often presents a sizeable problem.
Those swingers who constantly seek out large group swap scenes and become addicted to 'orgy-type' activity are often oversexed and more openly perverse than their smaller group swapping comrades. Those who seek out large abandoned groups are often jaded deviates who cannot find their brand of pleasure in smaller groups.
In CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR author Roger Blake notes…
"The Party Girl' or orgiast usually has traces of every erotic deviation in the book. She is at once a voyeurs, exhibitionist, at least partly Lesbian or bisexual, almost always interested in oral and anal sex acts, frequently nymphomaniac, sometimes scatological, a mate-swapper, a masturbator, and possesses some degree of sadomasochism." (7)
In the authentic 'orgy' each member is trying to out-do the other in perverse activities. Orgiasts indulge in more perversions strictly for the sake of being more deviate than other swappers. The true orgiasts is most always an extremely perverted person. I have interviewed several orgiasts who are constantly seeking larger and wilder sex parties. I have found the men to be sexually satyrs and the women to be border-line nymphomaniacs.