loosened something behind her back, and the perfectly moulded breasts fell away.
They exchanged equipment and undressed, this time completely, to the roaring beat of drums. When completed, the beautifully painted woman was a young boy, and the flamenco type man was a very sensual girl, whose small round breasts had been successfully flattened by the elasticity of her costume. The painted woman now transformed into a lovely boy, strapped the dildo over his listless organs and proceeded to bugger the newly discovered woman in the ass.
They did this comically, and as they both pretended to exchange ejaculations, the Bo Peep midget waited impatiently at their side, holding the golden goblet ready. The giant came into the middle of the floor and picked up the midget with his little finger, like King Kong and Fay Wray, and lowered her in between the couple to catch the simulated come that was flowing forth from the dildo. The giant held her patiently, and when she grandly handed him the goblet, he drank the fake come down in a gulp and licked his lips. The lights became brighter, the dual couple disappeared and people spoke for the first time. The band was playing a slow mambo.
Carol had stood in the shadows by the deserted bar. Drinking all through the exhibition and managing to stay clear of any private gang bangs, she sat quietly in the distance, not moving except to smoke the hashish. She was mildly curious to see what role the giant would play.
All this was forced interest. Actually, she never ceased to think of Harry. Where was he? she wondered. She didn't bother to be with Phillip or look for him at the ball. She hadn't seen him all evening, not since he left her holding the bag. A young man with a blonde crew-cut came up to her from out of the shadows. He, too, was fully clothed, but without his mask. 'Hello,' he said.
Carol turned and tried to focus her eyes on him. 'Harry,' she cried, expectantly, but knew immediately it was not him. 'That was close in a way,' he said. 'My name is Tom, and I think you are higher than I am, if that's possible! We met earlier.'
Mrs. Llewellyn stopped the music and announced that Gustav, the giant, kept a fabulous souvenir beneath his silver loin cloth.
Unfortunately, this could only be presented to a woman, but there was something else later on in store for the gentlemen.
Gustav came out and stood smilingly beside Mrs. Llewellyn. His face had romantic Mexican features, a slight gigolo expression, but because of his extreme proportions, he became more of a statue than a human. Mrs. Llewellyn spoke very softly. Imbedded in the end of Gustav's prick was a perfectly faceted blue-white diamond, the size of which was to be discovered. Whoever he came in would get the diamond prize.
Mrs. Llewellyn removed Gustav's loin cloth with glee. It was like slipping an enormous table cloth from the banquet table. 'Now ladies, come forth. Gustav awaits you.' There were many inebriated throaty giggles. The men were extremely amused, and when no one seemed to be stepping forward, several gentlemen urged their companions on.
Gustav stood smiling in the ruby firelight, his majestic prick jutting forth, enormous like the trunk of an elephant. Several women came toward him to look, to touch and, perchance, to fuck.
Carol looked up at the young man standing beside her. 'Well, aren't you amused? Who do you think will win? Or doesn't this sort of thing attract you?' She said this bitterly as though talking to herself. 'Yeah, why aren't you doing something obscene?'
'Let's get out of here,' he said anxiously.
'Oh, you want to get out of here. Now that you're hot, you want to go off somewhere and make your own private scene. It's purer that way, huh? Less guilt, huh? Look Tom, Dick, and whatever your name is, I'm going to do one of two things right now. I am either going up there and let that fucking freak split me in two, or I'm leaving alone.
And guess what? I've already made up my mind. I'm going.'
She spoke rapidly. He couldn't have said a word. She downed a large tumbler of Scotch. As she left the room, Gustav was whirling a completely naked girl around on the end of his cock, still smiling, still holding his prize.
He waved the frail girl on his prick like a banner of surrender. She screamed hysterically, 'Get it in,' but only the tip of his cock pierced her tiny blond cunt. Eager for the hidden award, eager to be split in half, she clutched his stiff rod with her doll hands. He jerked his hips around, his face a contortion of frustration. She clung pathetically to his majestic pole, and her body twirled like a burlesque queen's tit.
Her grasp loosened — and she flew across the room, crumbling on the thick piled rug. A young man kicked her buttock with disdain and revealed his stiff tiny prick. He shoved it into her, and she cried aloud,
'No, no, I've had that. I'm tired of that.'
Mrs. Llewellyn tittered onto the stage. She patted and soothed Gustav's swollen cock.
'Now girls, who's got lots of courage and space. We don't want the diamond to lodge in some gentlemen's ass.' She covered her face and coughed delicately. 'If nobody else will, I will,' she threatened. 'After all, it isn't right for me to win my own prize.'
Gustav looked hopeful. He had traveled leisurely in Mrs.
Llewellyn's pussy many times. But a sweet husky voice interrupted, 'I want to try!'
A thin-hipped brunette walked to the stage. She weighed Gustav's staff in her palm. She balanced the huge balls, soft skinned and leaden to the touch. She knelt before the giant. 'From behind,' she directed.
'But be careful, get it in my cunt.'
He lunged against her. Her red mouth was pouting open, but she remained silent. He pushed deeper. She shouted, 'Wait,' and rested her head on her arms. But Gustav was too near, and he pounded senselessly into her. Finally she screamed at every thrust, but stayed rigid on her knees.
The great voice thundered in the room — and Gustav shot his river into the stunned, bleeding girl.
She fell inert on her side and lay panting. Mrs. Llewellyn was having a good time. Her party game was a success. She waddled over to the panting girl.
'Darling, show me your surprise.'
The girl whimpered and stuck her fingers in her cunt. A huge glittering diamond in a sea of milling sperm and blood rested in her palm.
She moaned, 'Oh, how lovely,' and pressed the bloody award to her breasts.
Carol careened up to the house. She was not sure this car belonged to her. The house was dark except for a light in Phillip's study and the night lights in the halls. She ran from the car into the house. Maybe Phillip had left the party. Maybe it was Phillip in his study and not who she wanted, since Phillip had disappeared. She was breathless as she reached the door of the library. Please God, let there be someone in there, and let it be Harry. She tore her veil off, and crumpled it in her hand. For an instant she leaned up against the door. Then she quietly opened it and walked in.
Harry sat in Phillip's heavy leather armchair, reading. When he saw her come through the door, he thought she was a stranger. Could this be Carol, dead drunk and playing games? It was hard to believe. She stood in the middle of the floor, her breasts forward and her hands on her shoulders as though she was stretching.
'There's the hermit,' she teased. 'Any particular reason you didn't come to your long-admired friend's going away party?'
She lit a cigarette and dropped the match on the carpet. Harry proceeded to read, ignoring her entirely.
A thousand sparks were erupting inside of her. She wanted to throw herself at him and tell him of her love, beg him to take her away, to make some decision — as long as it included her, she didn't care what.
His passivity was overpowering, however. Even in her drunken stupor, she could keep herself from being aggressive with him at least for the moment. She crossed over to the side board and poured herself a glass of scotch.
'Do you think you should have that drink?'
'What makes you think I think, honey?'
She twirled about in the middle of the room, paused, and swallowed her drink. 'Would you get me another drink like a gentleman, like the gentleman I met at the ball — who didn't even have his clothes off?'
'Go to bed, Carol.' Harry didn't raise his eyes from his book.
'Please pour me a drink, Harry.' Carol bent slowly to the floor and rolled her empty glass toward him, like a little girl playing a game. She whimpered, 'If you pick it up, it means you love me.'
The glass stopped directly at his feet. Carol laughed. Harry looked at the glass at his feet for a split second,
