Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  The following evening, Maggie and Barbara sat in the living room sipping wine. “I know I sound like a commercial, but I have to say it. You’ve come a long way,” Maggie said.

  “Yes, I’m a very different person that I was when we first met.”

  “Are you happy?” Maggie asked. “Or at least happier?”

  “I’m having so much fun, but I don’t know whether it’s a life.”

  “I don’t quite understand.”

  “Neither do I right now, but I do know that this is an interlude, a time of change. I’m not the person I was, but this isn’t the person I will be eventually either.” When Maggie looked at her questioningly, Barbara continued. “Sport fucking is wonderful for right now. I’m learning about sexuality and sensuality, but not really about relationships. I don’t love any of these men I’m with. I lust for them and it’s exciting to be together, but none of them are people with whom I could spend a life. There’s not a lot outside of the bedroom.”

  “I had love. It isn’t much either,” Maggie said, a bit of bitterness in her voice.

  “What did you have exactly? With your husband, I mean. Weren’t there any good times? What did you two have in common?”

  “Sure there were good times. We played golf together, and tennis. We liked pizza and Kentucky Fried. We were both rather nonpolitical, but once a guy ran for the state assembly we really believed in. We campaigned, went door to door.” Maggie gazed into space. “Yeah, there were good times.”

  “The sex was always bad?”

  “It was nothing.”

  “Even at first? You told me yourself that first times are the best. Wasn’t that true with your husband? Do you remember the first time you and he ever made love?”

  Maggie smiled. “Yeah, I do. It was in my living room. I still lived at home and my parents were out. Chuck and I sat on the sofa supposedly watching TV. He touched me and kissed me until we were both crazy.”

  “Were you a virgin?”

  “I was, believe it or not. I was almost eighteen and still untouched.”

  “And Chuck?”

  “Ohl he had been with a few girls. But he didn’t know very much.”

  “So it was lousy?”

  Maggie considered Barbara’s question for a long time. “No, actually it was cosmic. It’s been so long that I guess I had forgotten. If I must be honest, it was pretty good for the first few years. Then along came,” she deepened her voice like a radio announcer, “the other woman. I was really angry.”

  “And why not? He didn’t tell you anything about it.”

  “Actually, he did. He felt so guilty that he confessed all. They had been friends for several months at work, then he got snowed in at the office. She lived nearby and offered to let him stay on her sofa. One thing led to another and that was that for my marriage.”

  “Did he want to leave you or did you throw him out?”

  “A bit of both. We were both bored and, if I have to be brutally honest, we were both ready to move on.”

  “So it wasn’t as one-sided as you led me to believe.”

  “Maybe not. I’m not ready to admit all that just yet.”

  In the computer room, Lucy snapped off the computer screen. “You goosed her, didn’t you. You helped her to remember how it really was in her marriage. That’s cheating.”

  “It is not,” Angela snapped. “I just prodded some actual memories. I didn’t create anything that wasn’t already there. I wouldn’t cheat. After all, took at who I represent.”

  “You cheated.”

  “And you didn’t, goosing Barbara into believing free sex is fun just for itself.”

  “Well, it is.”

  “That’s neither here nor there. We still have a bet, and Maggie’s future will depend on the next few weeks.”

  A lanky, angular man walked into the computer room. “Hey. What is this place?” he asked.

  “Well that’s a change from ‘Where am I?’” Lucy said, returning to her seat and changing the focus of her computer to the life of the newcomer. “And this place is a little hard to explain.”

  Chapter

  9

  It was several days before Barbara had the time and sexual energy to play the second of the two tapes CJ had given her. The story was, if anything, more erotic for her than any of the ones she had heard so far.

  It was to be an initiation of sorts, several men to be accepted as full members of the exclusive Hathaway Group, a collection of wealthy men in their twenties and thirties who spent one evening a month at a retreat, devoting themselves to pleasures of the flesh. The annual initiation ceremony was eagerly anticipated by both the initiates and the existing members of the Group. Although several of the women at the meeting were hired, many were volunteers who had enjoyed the hedonistic activities of the Group at previous gatherings. In all, there were almost thirty men and more than a dozen women.

  Although all the women would have their share of sexual fun, Scott Hathaway, the leader of the group, had selected one to take the central part in the initiation ritual. The Carnal Sacrifice she was called. As all the men stood around the raised platform, Scott extended his hand and led the honored woman to the stage.

  Alyssa walked forward and took Scott’s hand, her diaphanous white gown flowing around her long, shapely legs. Her breasts, barely covered by the sheer fabric, were high and full and her almost white hair flowed down her back like a pale curtain. Her face was carefully made up and she had applied perfume to all the erogenous zones of her body. She climbed the two steps to the platform and turned to face the audience. Men dressed in flowing black robes with crimson cowls stood with arms draped over the shoulders of bare-breasted women. Four men were bareheaded, and would receive their ceremonial cowls when they had completed the ritual. Everyone stared at the dais with lust-clouded eyes.

  On the stage was a velvet bench, specially designed for the men’s pleasure. And, after bowing to the crowd, Alyssa allowed Scott to remove her gown, leaving her gloriously naked. She stretched out on the bench on her back, her arms at her sides, her legs spread. Scott slowly rotated the table so the audience could see every aspect of the woman spread invitingly before them. Mirrors reflected from above and around the dais, and several video cameras projected images on large screens around the room. The room lights dimmed and spotlights brightened to illuminate the body on the stage. Alyssa was surprised at the heat that raced through her as one spotlight was adjusted to shine directly on her open pussy lips.

  As the group watched, Scott tied Alyssa’s wrists and ankles to rings in the bench with soft velvet strips. Then he released a section of the table so her head fell back, and adjusted the bottom of the bench so her legs were still more widely spread.

  “Let the initiates come forward,” Scott said, and the four would-be group members climbed the two steps. “Disrobe,” Scott said and the men removed their robes. They were nude beneath and all had hard erections. “Take your places.”

  Each man moved to a different spot, one to her head, one to each side, and one between her thighs. Each man unrolled a condom over his cock. “Each of you will have the advantage of the condom, which mutes the sensation. The one who comes first will have to spend another year as an initiate, as Barry has had to do this year.” He patted the shoulder of the man who stood at the woman’s head. “Actually, Barry, I don’t think you minded at all going through all the training for a second time. As a matter of fact, I think you might have lost on purpose.” Everyone, including Barry, laughed.

  “Now, you all know the rules. First you will rub oil onto Alyssa’s skin, all over her body. Then each of you will slowly take Alyssa, one in her mouth, one in each hand, and one in her pussy. Then you will remain unmoving while Alyssa does whatever she can to make you climax.” He looked down at the men and women in the crowd below. “Those of you who want to copulate while you watch what is happening may certainly do so. ‘Whatever gives pleasure’ is our motto. And, gentlemen,” he said, speaking to the four initi
ates, “if you can make our Carnal Sacrifice come, without coming yourself, then you all pass the initiation test automatically. But once you are inside her, you cannot touch her.”

  Alyssa lay on the bench, listening to the leader give his speech. Last year she had watched from the audience. The man she had been with had pointed out each man and how he was pleasing the woman on the stage and how he was being pleased as well. As they watched, she had become hungrier and hungrier until she begged the man to take her right there on the floor. Now she was on the stage ready for the ultimate pleasure.

  “Gentlemen,” Scott said, giving each man a bottle of oil, “you may begin.”

  Alyssa closed her eyes as eight hands rubbed warm oil on her belly, her breasts, her thighs. Hands kneaded, stroked, fondled, and pinched. Several fingers invaded her pussy, opening her, readying her for what was to come.

  “Enough,” Scott said. “Enter her.”

  And she was filled. One cock slowly thrust into her mouth, the latex not diminishing her pleasure. One cock was pressed into each waiting hand and she closed her fist around each. And finally one slowly filled her pussy. Then each man stood completely still and Scott said, “The job of the Carnal Sacrifice is to make them come.”

  Alyssa smiled inwardly and licked the cock in her mouth. Since she couldn’t move her hands because of the bonds, she squeezed her fingers, one after another, to pump those two cocks, and she clamped her vaginal muscles to squeeze the cock so deep in her pussy. She was so excited it was hard to concentrate on making the men come, without coming herself. She wanted to lie there and revel in the sensation of being so full. So many men were part of her at one time.

  She opened her eyes and saw that Scott was moving around the table with a video camera in his hand, taking close-up shots of the cocks. She discovered that she could see the TV screen on which the images were projected in the mirror on the ceiling above her.

  It was so erotic, the vision of her body invaded by so many men. She watched the men in the mirror, their eyes closed, concentrating on not allowing their body the freedom to come. As she sucked, she heard the man whose cock had penetrated her mouth hiss. Yes, she realized, he was close. But so was she. Although the excitement was almost unbearable, she couldn’t come yet, not until one of the men came first.

  She increased the movements of her hands, her mouth, her pussy muscles. She hummed softly so the buzzing was echoed in the cock in her mouth. Then the man between her legs blew on her clit. That was enough. Her back arched and she came. Almost simultaneously, both the cock in her mouth and the one in her right hand erupted as well. Only moments later, while the spasms still filled her belly, the other two men came, their groans and howls filling the room.

  Now that the contest was over, the cock in her cunt pumped hard, hips slamming into her groin. The men at her sides bent over and each took a nipple in his mouth. The man at her head cupped her head in his hands, holding her still and pumped into her throat. Several people in the audience moaned as they came as well. The room smelled of sex and sweat and animal lust.

  Alyssa came and came and came, unwilling to allow the pulses that throbbed through her body to end. Over and over cocks invaded her, men moving around the table taking additional pleasure from her mouth, her hands, and her cunt. It was an orgy of sensation she prayed would never end.

  When the men were spent, they withdrew and Scott said, “Since it was impossible to tell who came first, I will declare all the men members of the Group. And I will take my turn with our carnal sacrifice.” He pulled off his robe and, unrolling a condom over his large cock, he moved between Alyssa’s legs. She watched as he adjusted the leg sections of the table until her legs were in the air, her bottom exposed.

  “You know what happens now.”

  “Yes, my lord,” she said, her body throbbing with both echos of her climax and her need for more.

  “Only one part of you remained uninvaded. That part is mine. Do you agree?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  He covered his cock with lubricant and touched his finger tip to her anus. “Are you a virgin there?” he asked, rubbing lubricant on her hole.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Yet you are willing?”

  “Oh, yes, my lord.”

  Someone else held the camera so Alyssa could see the tip of Scott’s finger slowly enter her tight bole. The feeling of fullness was both unpleasant and wildly erotic. Part of her wanted to expel the invading finger, part wanted to drive it deeper. Slowly, as she watched the monitor in the mirror, the finger went deeper and deeper, stretching and oiling her for the eventual penetration. Scott withdrew the finger, then used his thick thumb to open her still further.

  She had been anxious to try this type of sexual fun, yet had been a bit unsure as well. She was no longer doubtful. It was magnificent. “My lord, I am ready for you” she cried.

  As he held the tip of his cock against her puckered opening, he rubbed her clit with his other hand. Then in a single, slow stroke, he filled her. She came with the first stroke, screaming her pleasure for all to hear. Scott pulled back, then thrust into her again. Over and over he filled and emptied her ass until he, too, succumbed to the pleasure of the fucking.

  As he left her body, someone announced that anyone who wanted any part of the carnal sacrifice’s body could take it. Many did, in her mouth, in her hands, her pussy, her ass. She lost track of the number of times she came or the number of men she pleasured.

  Later, she was released from the bench and given a cooling drink. Then two women lovingly massaged her body to relax and refresh her. Finally, when she was ready, she rose and walked through the room to the applause and cheers of all assembled. She had given and taken the ultimate pleasure, and that, of course, was what the group was all about. “Alyssa,” Scott said as he handed her a glass of champagne, “you were wonderful. I don’t know when we’ve had a better initiation ritual.”

  “Thank you,” Alyssa said.

  “Would you consider being the Carnal Sacrifice again next year?”

  Alyssa smiled. “It would be my ultimate pleasure.”

  Barbara thought about the most recent tapes for the next few days, imagining herself on stage like Marianne, performing for a bunch of strangers. Could she do that? It was an intriguing possibility. And, of course, she did want to see CJ again. And this was, after all, no-holds-barred sex. A week after she left the store, she called CJ.

  “Well, hello, hot woman,” CJ said. “I have been hoping all week that I’d hear from you.”

  “I just thought I’d call and thank you for the tape. I really liked that club scene.”

  “Do you think you could dance like that?”

  “I don’t know. It’s an intriguing thought, but I think I’d chicken out at the last minute.”

  “You’re an honest woman, Babs.”

  Barbara reacted automatically to hearing the name that Walt and Carl had called her all those years ago. The humiliation of the situation, the flash of Walt’s camera. She could almost smell Carl’s All Spice aftershave. But this was CJ’s voice, a voice that had come to mean hot, erotic sex, and the sound of it made her wet. Should that experience have felt all that terrible or was it just that she didn’t have a life then? She didn’t have any idea what good sex was all about. But then neither did Carl or Walt. All these thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. “I like to think so,” she said into the phone.

  “I have a group of friends who get together once a month, sort of like the Hathaway Group in the story. Women are invited to participate in the various activities. There’s a party next weekend and I wondered whether you’d like to come.”

  Barbara hesitated. What CJ was describing sounded like an orgy. Was this what her sexuality was leading her to? Was this the culmination of her months of learning about herself? Voices filled her head. Do it, it will be fun. It’s a sin. Enjoy. You’ll be punished.

  “If I can chicken out at any time, I think I’d like to.”
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br />   “I promise you that any time you say so, I will take you home. Instantly. No questions asked, no recriminations.”

  “It sounds very interesting.”

  As arranged, Barbara arrived at CJ’s shop at five the following Saturday afternoon, prepared for anything. CJ had promised her that nothing would happen without her permission, but, if she were willing, all kinds of new experiences awaited her. As she walked into A Private Place, his assistant was just leaving and CJ was finishing with his last customer. She stood, gazing at the bondage equipment while the customer debated whether to buy a green or a red dildo.

  “Barbara, come over here and help us,” CJ said loudly. When she approached the counter, he asked, “Which do you like better?”

  Barbara looked at the two dildos on the counter, then at the display beneath the glass. “Actually, just to confuse you, I like that black one. It looks dangerous and erotic, and makes me think of black lace underwear and high heels.”

  The man who stood beside her looked at her, then said, “I’ll take the one the lady likes. If my girlfriend glows like this lovely woman does at the thought of that black dildo, I’ll be a lucky man.”

  Barbara grinned as CJ wrapped the dildo in red lace gift paper. With a thank-you, the man put the package into his pocket and left. As the customer closed the shop door behind him, CJ locked it. He walked to Barbara, placed his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her softly. “Welcome. This is going to be one wonderful night.” He placed her hand against the crotch of his black jeans, cupping his hard cock. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  His voice turned her on like few things in the world. Without hesitation, Barbara placed CJ’s hand against the crotch of her jeans. “Feel the heat? I’m looking forward to tonight, too.”

  CJ laughed. “You’re quite a brazen bitch,” he said. “Come into the back.” He led her into a room she hadn’t been in the last time, invited her to sit down and poured her a glass of white wine. Then he deftly opened a dozen oysters for each of them, and served them with lemon and a cocktail sauce spiced with lots of horseradish. “They say wonderful things about oysters, but I don’t believe that nonsense. I just like them. We’ll be eating quite a bit later, but I thought this would hold us for now.”