Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

Linda smiled as she glanced first at Bruce and then at Fred. Carol was watching her, she knew, and she could tell that she had aroused the pretty young blonde, and she knew instinctively, that Carol would be bisexual, equally ardent with cock or cunt.

"Oh, I certainly want to try that kind of equipment," Linda said. "I just can't wait."

"We will go to our place either tonight or tomorrow morning," Fred said. 'Why don't you take us for a tour of your place here to start with? It's really a very magnificent house, and the grounds are beautiful. So well tended. Do you do it yourself?"

Bruce shook his head and stared at the beautiful Carol with his hunger for her showing quite plainly.

He licked his lips and said, "No. We have people who come in and care for the grounds and the pool. We have very good people who handle our problems; so we just think of sex."

Linda was shaking as she stood up and waited for the others to go along with her. Fred moved over so that he could take her hand and his touch was warm and intimate. She turned and he pulled her into his embrace and he began kissing her, using his hands to feel her breasts and her pub is and then the hidden folds of exciting flesh. He was turned on and she felt a moment of pride and great ardor, too.

"I am going to fuck you silly, my dear," Fred said, whispering the words into her ear. She shivered and then she saw that Bruce had Carol in his arms, too, and they were necking like mad and using their hands to feel each other's most interesting parts. Linda remembered that she had always wanted to watch Bruce very carefully and closely if he ever made love to another girl in front of her just so that she could better estimate his love for her, but once Fred began using his hands on her most intimate parts, she forgot about everything else.

Carol put a temporary halt to things. She pushed Bruce away from her and then she smiled at him.

"We'd better get on with our tour of the house," she said. "I really do want to see it, you know. Perhaps we can pry Linda loose from that lovable lecher of mine and we can go on."

Fred turned his head so that he could grin at his wife. "She has a shaved cunt, my dear," he said, "You know how that turns me on. I just love a shaved cunt."

"Doesn't everybody?" Carol said, smiling.

Linda was trembling and she was having trouble getting her wind. She had heard it said that for those who could enjoy group sex or the mate-swapping practices, sex was always far out and the thrills and pleasures were overwhelming. She was beginning to believe it.

Carol suggested that they go into the kitchen and have some coffee and get themselves calmed a bit. Then they would look at the house and perhaps their tour would end in the bedroom and things could go on from there.

Carol helped with the coffee things and they talked and visited for a while. Brace explained that his folks had owned the estate and when they passed on he had inherited it but he had not thought of living in the place until he met and married Linda. She had heard much about Hidden Knolls and she wanted to live in the big house and enjoy the privacy that it offered.

"I had heard that this community was practically filled with swingers and swappers and sex clubs and like that," Linda said. "I love Bruce very dearly but I figured that we would want to try something new every little once in a while."

Carol said, "You can get anything that you want here. Some of the groups have whipmasters, if you like that kick, both female and male, people who have become so well trained and so skilled in their little tricks that they can furnish undreamed of ecstasies for those who like that sort of thing. Some of the groups have girls and guys who have become expert in the acupuncture bit and when they stick the needles into a cunt or a guy's balls and his cock, the ecstasies that they can induce and sustain in the body are fantastic. Naturally, all of this costs money, lots of money, but so many of us feel that it is far more sensible to spend our money on the sybaritic pleasures and try to enjoy the life that is left to us. So, that is what we do here."

Linda was just dying to ask them about their youngsters and as soon as she got the chance, she did.

She spoke to Carol. "Do you take your children to the meetings, too?" she asked.

The lovely young blonde laughed at that. She shook her head slowly and she glanced at her smiling husband.

"No," she said. "That would not be permitted. They all insist that no one under the legal age of consent can attend a group meeting. But the kids found out about our activities and they insisted upon talking intelligently about their needs. We finally realized that our lovely daughter is only thirteen but she is quite grown up and very well developed. It was inevitable that she should begin to think about sex and get into the stream of things. She told us that she would often masturbate as much as a dozen times a day, if she got the chance. The boys, too, were doing the same thing.

"We talked things over very carefully and when we came to a decision, we did what was necessary and we enjoyed it."

Carol sat back and her glorious breasts were standing straight out. Bruce was eyeing them gluttonously and Linda knew it and she didn't care.

"Tell us about it," she implored Carol. "Tell us just how you let the kids begin. Please."

"That will really turn Linda on," Bruce said. "Me too."

Carol reached out to pat Fred's hand and she smiled at him, adoring him.

"I suppose it would be interesting," she said.

"There isn't anything really terrible about it," Fred said. "We are no different from friends we have who buy and keep slaves. I'm sure you have heard all about that practice by now, haven't you?"

Linda was astonished and it showed on her face. Bruce looked at her and she simply shook her head. Carol smiled at her ignorance.

"Darling," she said, "there are so many displaced kids these days, lots and lots of ex-hippies and runaways who face a horrid future. There are agents who find such youngsters and sell them to young couples who want sex slaves. Naturally, a very pretty young girl brings a high price and they are always very willing to enter such a life. Many couples who can afford it will buy a boy and a girl, sometimes two boys and a girl and they will train these young people in ways of sex and enjoy them. Many youngsters will put on little orgies for the entertainment of their owners and then relieve their pent-up sexual feelings after the little tableau is ended. Oh, you kids have got a great deal to learn about what is going on these days.

"Apparently," Linda said, smiling. She turned to Bruce, puckering her lips in a remote kiss. "Darling," she said, "why can't we buy a couple of slaves? I would just love that."

"I would, too," Bruce said, grinning. "Tell us some more about that kind of carrying on."

Carol laughed at his eagerness to learn. She lit a cigarette and took a sip of her coffee.

"Well, of course, these young kids who become sex slaves are represented as adopted nieces or nephews and they are sent to school and their newfound relatives take the very best care of them. Some slaves have grown up with their owners. They have been sent to colleges and universities and they live very well. And, of course, they volunteer for such a life. Some couples will take a couple of slaves and after they have gotten used to them or bored with them, they will swap them or sell them and get new ones. The agents always have lots of new and eager youngsters who have learned their skills the hard way and are now eager to live the good life. No one cares about these young people, the orphanages and homes for runaways are too crowded and the whole thing resolves itself. Who knows what takes place behind the innocent facade of any house? No one knows, and no one cares. That's the way it is nowadays."