Desires Exposed

CHAPTER ONE Inside, every room was a zoo of writhing, naked bodies. There was one huge room where most of the action was taking place. In the original plan, the room had been a den, a living room and a solarium, all in one, that looked out over San Francisco Bay. Now it was one big, dimly-lit area with heavy carpeting, low furniture and lots of pillows. This facilitated f*****g on the floor... and that was what most of the twenty or so naked bodies were doing. At one end, there was a wall-to-wall bar. Behind the bar stood the owner of the house, Cody Ferrain. He was fully dressed in an expensively cut dinner jacket, a red cravat and dark, stylish trousers. In one hand he swirled a glass of brandy. In the other he held a dark, pencil-thin cigar, the smoke from its tip curling up to form a screen over his normally cold, emotionless eyes. His eyes were alive as they tirelessly roamed over the scene. In one corner a beautiful woman lay on her back with her kicking legs thrust high in the air. Her thighs were wrapped around the hips of a young, good-looking stud who was driving his c**k into her cunt with all the force in his ass. Just in front of his face was the ass and swinging balls of a second young man. He was f*****g his c**k down into the woman's mouth while the stud behind him drove his tongue into his ass. Across from them, a redhead with huge, melon-like t**s was wildly bouncing her cunt up and down over a man's prick while she sucked the c**k of another man who stood in front of her. Just beside them, two girls were wildly eating each other's cunts while a man ground his d**k up one girl's asshole. A scream of pain brought Cody Ferrain's attention to a poof in the center of the room. Emilio Vargas, a dark muscular youth, one of the regulars at Cody's, was inching his c**k up a young girl's ass. For the first time that evening, Cody's thin lips broke into a smile. The girl was obviously in excruciating pain. And why shouldn't she be? Emilio was one in a million -- he had a fourteen inch long c**k, and its girth was every bit as frightening as its length. The girl screamed again and Emilio moaned as over half his huge meat sunk up her ruptured asshole. It made Cody's smile widen. Of all the action he saw every night in the main room or in one of his many private bedrooms upstairs, this was the thing he enjoyed moat -- pain! Emilio, with his huge rod, was the best to watch. Cody was proud of finding him and introducing him to the swinging life. He alone had first noticed Emilio's cruel streak and the boy's lack of any morals. Emilio lived for one thing, kicks, and he found them anywhere Cody could point him. Another ear-wrenching scream erupted from the young girl's lips as Emilio rammed the last of his fourteen inches up the girl's asshole. The thud of his pelvis hitting her ass echoed throughout the room. The girl pitched forward, her face ground into the carpet. The girl had passed out cold, but Emilio kept lunging his bloodied c**k in and out of her ass. He was f*****g her so hard that each powerful thrust shoved her inert body a few inches along the carpet. "Emilio's in good form tonight." Cody turned his humorless smile on the raven-haired beauty sitting on the other side of the bar. "Yes, isn't he. The poor girl actually thought she could take that monster of his up her ass." "Why don't you break down tonight, Cody?" The smile faded. "You know I never join in my little orgies, Celeste. I much prefer observing." "Yeah, I know," the dark-haired beauty replied. "But, of course, Celeste; if you would care to bare your beautiful body, I think I might be persuaded to indulge." She threw back her head until the long, white line of her throat gleamed in the light. "Fat chance of that and you know it, Cody." Yes, he knew it. Celeste Harper didn't do anything with men. Like Cody, she loved to watch, but when she removed her clothing it was to dive into a pack of naked bodies and pull out a girl that especially turned her on. Celeste Harper was a confirmed lesbian who only went for p***y, but she did enjoy the spectacle that Emilio often put on. Like Cody, Celeste was a little bored with life. She constantly searched for new kicks, any kind of kicks. "You're not taking part tonight?" Cody sipped the last of his brandy and re-lit his cigar. "Maybe later if some new meat shows up. I've looked over the females here tonight. Half of them I've already had, the other half I wouldn't want." "No kicks?" Celeste smiled. "That's right, Cody, no kicks." She studied his face for a second and her smile broadened. "You've got something interesting?" "Perhaps." Cody took a key from his pocket and set it on the bar. He concentrated on pouring himself another glass of brandy before looking back up into Celeste's curious eyes. "Well?" "A darling little girl. Somewhat frightened by men. Just up your alley, Celeste. In fact, I've been saving her for the next time you dropped around." "I'm here, Cody. Lead me to her!" "One condition." "I know," Celeste said, "you want to watch." He slid the key across the bar. "You know the blue bedroom? ... The one next to the big bath at the end of the hall?" "Only too well," she replied, palming the key. "Go on up and make yourself comfortable. I'll give the girl a call. I'm sure she can make it over. When she gets here, I'll bring her up to you. You'll love her, Celeste. Innocent but curious... and desperate. Truly a delicious morsel. I'm almost tempted myself, but..." Cody sighed, and turned back to his brandy. "Some day I'm going to find out what you like, Cody. I've never seen you f**k any of the girls or suck any of the guys. Maybe you just don't like s*x. Maybe you're from Mars and you get it off rubbing noses or something." "You know what I like, Celeste. Or have you forgotten that wonderful afternoon last month when you and I and Emilio visited that young lady's apartment?" A strange, dream-induced haze passed across Celeste's eyes. No, she hadn't forgotten. That had been wild. What an afternoon. Cody had only watched, while she and Emilio and the girl -- or victim, depending how one looked at it -- had performed. But it had been wild. Her mouth watered and her p***y tingled just thinking about it. "Perhaps, if you're a good girl tonight with this tender young thing, I can set up another one of those little escapades for us... soon." "Suits me, love," Celeste said, sliding from the stool. "You know I'm always ready for your kind of kicks. Besides, nobody has delicious young meat around like you do." She patted his cheek, winked, and strolled off to find the bedroom Cody had mentioned. She was propositioned three times on the stairs, all by men. She turned them down with the same comment: "Go cut your nuts off, get a cunt built where they were, and you got a deal." At the second landing, she turned right and nearly bumped into Holly Carpenter coming out of a room. "Jeez, what's your hurry, Holly?" "Huh? Oh, hi, Celeste. I just needed a breather. I was in there with Frank and Lucille Carver. Jesus, my cunt's sore!" "And no comes, right?" "Right." Celeste had heard the story on Frank and Lucille Carver many times on the party circuit. They were both insatiable and they dug anything. The only problem was, they took and never gave. She remembered talking to a girl who had stayed with them in their apartment for two days. They had f****d and sucked nearly the whole time and had never given the girl an orgasm. "Damn, Holly, why them?" "Everybody else was taken or worn out when I got here." Holly took Celeste's hand and shoved it down between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed the wet lips of her p***y furiously over Celeste's hand. "Want to do an old pal a favor?" "I'd love to, darling," Celeste said, feeling her t**s swell with desire in their bra cups at the touch of the all too familiar p***y. "You know you're my favorite, but Cody has some fresh young thing coming up." "s**t! Christ, I'm bored." She reached out and gently hefted one of Celeste's huge t**s through her thin blouse. "I'd sure love to work on your p***y for a little while, darling." Celeste kissed her and withdrew her wet hand from between the girl's thighs. "Maybe later. You know me and fresh young p***y. I can't resist it!" Holly knew only too well. She had shared an apartment with Celeste for two years. When they weren't doing each other, there was a steady parade of young c**k in and out of Holly's bedroom and a steady parade of young p***y in and out of Celeste's. Finally it had gotten on both their nerves and they had decided to get their own places. But they still remained friends. They still liked the same things, the same kicks. And, once in awhile, when Cody would come up with one of his crazy ideas for fun and games, Celeste would ask Holly along. "Look, honey, I've got to get ready. Why don't you go downstairs and find Emilio. He can always get you off!" Celeste kissed the girl, briefly ran her hand down the satin skin of her back and then moved on down the hall. She loved Holly's golden-haired p***y, her huge, firm t**s, and her wide thighs and hips. But Cody was bringing young, fresh meat. She couldn't resist that. And, after all, Holly was twenty, not really young anymore, and she'd had Holly -- often. Behind her, Holly looked longingly at the rounded globes of Celeste's ass under the tight skirt. She combed, her fingers through her pubic hair and remembered how many wonderful times she had run her tongue up the crease between those ass cheeks, and rammed that tiny puckered hole until her own cunt had exploded into Celeste's mouth. Holly really preferred hard c**k to a woman, but Celeste was special. God, how that woman could eat p***y. She could not only get a quick come off Celeste's tongue, she could also get five more if she wanted them. Celeste never let a girl down and she never quit if the girl wanted more. Not like Frank and Lucille Carver. "Hey, Holly, sweetie, baby, you comin' back? Lucille's tongue's hard and my big d**k is just drippin' thinkin' about your sweet little honey covered p***y!" "Yes, Frank." "Come on back in here, Holly," Lucille rasped, "an' we'll suck and f**k you crazy!" You sure will, Holly thought. Two more hours with you two and I'll shove half the bedpost up myself to get it off! She thought about Celeste's suggestion that she find Emilio. She hated Emilio Vargas. He was a moron, an animal and a little bit of a sadist. But she loved that huge hunk of meat between his legs, and his staying power. He could f**k for as long as a girl could take it and if he liked you, he would f**k you the way you wanted it. Frank called to her again. Holly's jaws hurt. She didn't feel like getting fainting spells trying to get some c*m out of Frank Carver's d**k. She'd rather have her cunt full of Emilio Vargas' horse-c**k. She leaned her head into the room. "I'm gonna get a drink from the bar. I'll be right back. Now don't you two come without me!" "We won't," Lucille said, and Holly closed the door before Frank could object. She made her way down to the bar to find Cody and get a key to one of the private rooms. Then she would find Emilio and f**k his big, dumb-ox brains out. Celeste unlocked the bedroom and turned on the lamps so that a soft bluish glow invaded the room, making it sexy and exotic. She then searched in the walk-in closet for something appropriate to wear. Finding a shortie nightgown with a low V-neck coming down to the waist and the hem ending around the hips, she swiftly undressed and slipped into it. There was a full length mirror in the closet door and she studied the effect of the shortie nightgown. It was tantalizingly low. The inner curves of her plump breasts could be seen. And it was sheer. The n*****s made rosy shadows through the material. The gown ended at the hip line. She was elated and not a little turned on to see some of her black, curly pubic hair peeking out beneath the hem.