A sleek, chicque girl in a clinging dress greeted them and showed them to the largest room of the apartment. Here it seemed, was the orgy. Here everyone was gathered, waiting, talking murmuring against the music excited, anticipating the great event. Their young guide showed them to a couch along one wall where they could sit. The center of the room was cleared of furniture, and mattresses had been laid out on a platform that was about waist high. Couches and chairs were strung out around the platform on all sides. Kim and her friends were in the very back row with only a wall behind them.
"I thought this was to be private," Kim whispered.
The girl overheard and smiled at her. "We have rooms you can watch it from on closed circuit television or a two-way mirror," the girl smiled coolly at Kim. "Only two people to a room."
Kim shook her head. She didn't want to get separated from her friends; safety in numbers, she thought, looking around. The four of them sat against the wall and watched the room filling up with people. Kim stiffened. A young girl with large breasts was coming toward them. The girl was naked! No, worse than being naked, she was only wearing black boots and a flimsy, blood-red G-string. The tiny G-string didn't really cover much; it only seemed to draw attention to her cuntal crevice, that fleshy gully up between her legs. Her breasts were huge and jutted out and shook and quivered when she walked.
She came with her hands on her hips and stood in front of them. "Coffee, tea, or me?" she asked.
"You!" Ernie thundered.
"Thanks. Later. No, really, I'm supposed to ask you if you'd like some champagne or grass?"
"Both," Klaus said. "Bring us a bottle and whatever you have to smoke."
The girl turned and sauntered off with Kim watching her ripely naked buttocks rise and fall with every step. It was all too lewd and casual and exciting for her to believe. She found she couldn't say anything as the girl came back with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it and bent over, her breasts hanging and seeming to swell, as she put some thin brown cigarettes on an ash tray on the coffee table in front of them. The girl grinned brazenly at Ernie. "You can give me my tip later."
They all laughed and Ernie poured the wine while Klaus lit up one of the cigarettes and passed it around. Kim accepted a glass of champagne gratefully. Her mouth was dry and she needed something to quench her thirst. She gulped the drink and found it tickling her nose with its wondrous carbonation. She took the offered cigarette and smelled the thick, sweet odor of it… then inhaled.
And the room grew dark except for baby spots that were trained on the mattresses on the platform in the center of the room. The pungent sweetness of marijuana and hashish smoke hung heavily in the air. Kim saw everything through a screen, a haze. She could see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room grew quiet as the music was turned low; soon only the sound of an occasional inhalation and exhalation could be heard. It all looked chic and exciting to Kim.
Another glass of champagne was put into her hand by Klaus. She had drunk the first one without a thought. It didn't matter, the cool liquid going down her hot dry throat felt good. It was nice to have Klaus looking after her, she mused as she sipped.
A murmur of excitement swept through the room, and in the soft velvety darkness, Kim could see a figure moving toward the platform.
The girl with the black boots and red G-string got up on the platform and stood in the light. The spotlights made her nakedly gleaming flesh seem all the more white and her breasts stood out full and rich and heavy. She took her G-string off while smiling and talking to the people nearest the platform. She stepped out of the G-string and stood legs apart, hands on her hips, her pinkly glistening cuntal lips clearly visible in the light. She twirled the G-string in one hand and let it fly out into the darkness and the audience.
Slowly, the fingers of one hand slipped down and spread her pouting vaginal layers of soft flesh, letting everyone see her femaledom as she slowly turned around and around. Kim looked at the girl's cunt and saw it was wet and a scarlet red; it was obvious that she was eager for action. The expression on the girl's face was one of lewd amusement; she knew she had a good body and ran her hands over it in self-appreciation.
She stopped to pick up something near the edge of the platform. Klaus handed Kim a cigarette, and she took her eyes away from the stage to take another, deeper drag and sip her champagne. When she looked up again, she saw that the girl was coating her body, smoothing and smearing some kind of clear fine oil all over her large, whitely firm breasts. She rubbed it over her hardened nipples, obviously enjoying the sensual feel of the oil. Kim joined in the murmur that went around the room. Klaus said something low and shifted his body closer to hers.
The girl stood with her legs apart on the mattress and covered her ripe young body with oil until she gleamed and glinted in the overhead light. Oil sheened on her thighs and stomach and huge breasts. The girl was the personification of lewdness as she stooped to take off her boots. "NO, no!" came cries from the audience, "leave them on!"
The girl stopped and grinned out at the darkness, then her smile faded and her eyes narrowed in anticipation. Kim could see another dark form moving toward the platform.
A man leaped onto the mattresses, and Kim gasped aloud with other women in the room. The man was naked, completely naked! Although not particularly good looking, he was very well developed, like a fighter. He was heavily muscled and had the largest penis that Kim had ever seen! A dirty little thrill of wantonness made her clench her fists and sit with her legs crossed, so she could squeeze her clitoris again as she looked at the cock. As the amazed young housewife watched, the girl dropped to her knees in front of the man, her face right in front of his massively throbbing penis and began to smear oil on his strong thighs and flat, slabbed, stomach.
Kim watched with her mouth open, the champagne and cigarette forgotten as she stared at the great pulsating cock. It was the biggest she had ever seen with the blunted red head protruding from its sheath, and it was growing every minute as the girl rubbed his body all over. Yes, Kim thought with excitement, his erection was growing and thickening right there in front of her eyes. The head was growing more round, more flanged, deeper in color, turning a blood-filled purple with its tiny gland opening distended and visible even from where they sat. The girl moved forward on her knees and the room was silent save for the quiet music in the background. Everyone seemed to lean forward together, collectively holding their breath as the girl fondled his big hairy balls in the cups of her hands and gently massaged them, covering them with oil.
The expression on her face was quietly ecstatic, her eyes half closed, her wetly parted lips smiling as she took the thick white stalk of his cock in her hand. Kim saw the way her fingers wrapped around its thickness and looked so small as she squeezed it. She could see blood rush to the surface where her fingers squeezed, and the cock seemed to grow even more monstrous in her hand. It seemed to be heavy and hot in the girl's hands, for she had put both of her hands on it, holding it between her open palms and rubbing oil on it so that it gleamed in the light. Kim swallowed and shuddered with the thought: I wish that was me up there oiling his penis…
The gentle caresses made the thick hard cock jump and jerk in her hand, and she paused to grip it again and pull the foreskin back over the swollen head. Kim saw the cock as some angry prehistoric animal wanting to burst its way free, wanting to roll back the skin and be revealed in all its blood-throbbing mushroomed splendor.