Out of the corner of her eye Andrea caught portion of the wide panorama of seascape through the glass wall. The moon was up and the clear Caribbean water sloshed and foamed under a moderate wind. It looked like water in a bathtub.
Mei Ling and Sissy were playing around with Sean-obviously putting on a show they knew the Guru would like. 'Hey there, big boy,' Sissy began, 'want a piece of this?' She pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties and rubbed her pussy. Sean licked it as she stood in front of him and Mei Ling wiggled the rear end of her hot-pants against his extended hand. Sean vaguely wondered when the ritual she had spoken of would begin-or if it had already begun.
'Okay,' the Guru said when Andrea's got his rod pretty much erect, 'take off yer clothes. I'm gonna bang the living shit outa ya.' If anyone had talked like that to her seriously she would have been pissed, to say the least. The Guru was putting on a good act but he always did. 'Just he down there on yer back for starters.' He pointed to the couch.
Andrea stripped off her clothes. The Guru stood by fingering his erection and staring at her like a sex-starved eighteen-year-old. 'Whata life,' he said with mixed sarcasm and pride. 'A whole goddamned boat-loada pussy, and I get ta take my choice. Any fuckin chick on the whole tub'll come runnin up here an' split her snatch wide open fer me at the drop of a hat' He tossed a remark in Sean's direction: 'Not bad, eh? How're ya doin with my private stock?'
Sean took his tongue out of Sissy's box. 'Nice.' It was strange. This event was so low-key, so studiously pedestrian, compared to virtually everything that had happened since that first date with Andrea. He wondered when things were going to change.
Mei Ling pulled her hot-pants off and she and Sissy got into double-eating formation on the floor-Sissy lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent, Mei Ling on top of her face to face with her legs even wider. Sean took off his clothes and straddled them both with his crotch above their heads and his face between their legs. As soon as he started to run his tongue from one cunt to the other, into the black one and then info the white one, things started to change.
'Okay, time for the ritual to begin!' the Guru squealed. He nodded confidentially at Andrea. 'So far we've just been rehearsin; gettin warmed up so to speak. It may take you a while to figure out what kinda ritual this is, but it don't matter if ya ever do, really. Ya can just concentrate on gettin' fucked. Now-open wide.' She did and he grabbed her cuntlips and yanked them apart.
'Whata beautiful puss!' the Guru exulted. He split her ass cheeks and fingered her asshole. 'Wow! First quality!' He dipped his finger into a jar of KY by the side of the couch and smeared her cunt and ass with it. He slipped a finger up her asshole. 'Nice and loose. You musta been takin it up the ass a lot'
'Pretty frequently.'
That seemed to turn him on. 'Ya been fuckin a lot too?' He took the finger out of her asshole and rubbed his cock up and down her slit.
'Yeah,' she breathed.
'Terrific. I like a chick who digs cock and ain't afraid ta admit it.' He waved his rod at her and glanced at the others. 'Man, look at those three. Ain't that gorgeous?' He jiggled the tip of his rod against her clit as they watched Sean. He was now on his back with Sissy astride his cock and Mei Ling on his face. 'I gotta say, I give good parties.' The Guru reached out, grabbed a Rheingold can, drained it-spilling foam on his beard-and then crunched it one- handed and flung it into an artificial pool nearby, frightening half a dozen carp.
He slammed his rod into her. 'Whooopee, Momma, look at me now! How da ya like this one? Beautiful face, far-out body, high-class and gettin it on like a wild woman on the end of my peter! Sonofa bitch, I showed 'em all! Because they are dog-shit and I am the guru!' He pumped and humped like crazy.
Andrea didn't pay attention to what he was saying-it never made any sense to her anyhow-but how he was saying it had an electrifying effect on her. His voice surged on in a high, flat stacatto patter that rained words off her like machine-gun bullets and communicated his ever-growing excitement to her. And inside her his cock was like a thing alive; like the snake it had seemed to be during the demonstration of the No Touch Shot.
'Cousin Ralphie! You fuckin bastard! Used ta kid me about bein ugly, never havin no dates! Usta think ya were so fuckin sooooperior! Now where areya? Sellin TVs in Flatbushj supportin four lads and a wife who's so fat she squashes a new chair to kindling every three months! Whaddya got for money, Ralphie? Where's yer three million in a Swiss bank? Where's yer yacht? Where's yer limousine? Where's yer champagne an caviar? And ya thought I was the dumb motherfucker in the family!'
The words fell on Andrea's ears like rapid-fire raindrops. She was fucking at an incredible rate. All she heard were intoxicating sound patterns, like a hardsell commercial on TV coming over fuzzily at a distance.
The Guru yanked his cock out of her cunt, shoved her legs back up over her head the way you would to change a baby's diaper, and plunged it into her asshole. She wasn't quite ready and for a second she felt like she was taking a huge and uncomfortable shit but she adjusted-helping herself by reaching down with both hands and pressing two fingers hard onto her clit.
'And how about this one, friend Harry? Good old friend Harry, who always got all the chicks and flaunted them in my face? You used to rub their titties when you knew I was looking just to make me jealous! And where are you now? In the fucking Marine Corps! Ya still call me a faggot, dumbbuns? Let's see you go up ta any chick on the street and say, Pardon me, but I'd like ta fuck you up yer pretty little asshole, and get away with it! Look at this, Harry? Don't it make yer Manly Prick green with envy?'
He rolled Andrea over and fucked her ass from behind.
He slipped his cock out of her ass and into her cunt, back and forth, back and forth. She came twice.
Sean was fucking Sissy and watching her eat Mei Ling's pussy. The Guru's words might have been Chinese for all he knew but the din made him feel as if he were fucking in the middle of a battle field. He could smell gunpowder. The smoke was stinging his eyes. The bullets were whizzing around him and death was clutching after him but he was just fucking away laughing at it all.
'Whoooaaaaa!' the Guru screeched, 'Its on the way! Its comin from a long way off, but its on the way… ' He jumped to his feet and hauled Andrea up and draped her over the back of the couch, banging away at her like there was no tomorrow.
'And all you ignorant creeps put together! You stupid fuckers whining to each other about Enlightenment! Maharanji's the only who who's got the tiniest piece of the truth, and that dumb sonofa bitch doesn't even eat! He knows where I'm at but I've got one up on him because I know where he isn't at, which is inside a pussy with his goddamned cock right now! His peter's probably shriveled up like a fucking prune! Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em! That's my motto! A pussy in every pot! Wheel and deal! A fool and his bunny are soon farted! This one today, that one tomorrow, fake 'em out of their pants, you steal and they borrow!' He flipped Andrea over onto the couch again and dove onto her. His cock found its way into her from the sacred height of three feet with the accuracy of a plumb bob.
'Riches in your britches, space in your head, the only Good God is the one that's Dead! Pants in your aunts and shenanigans-Phooey! My whole act is a lot of Hooey! Yipes! It's getting nearer! Hear that baby? No need to fear 'er!' His loins were pounding away like a jackhammer. His magical rap was carrying everything with him. 'Fuck, you fishes in the pond! Fuck, you birdies on the wing! Fuck, you doggies in the pound! Fucking fucks up everything!'
His voice fell to a desperate whispering.
'This is stark raving, this is my craving, to choose and to use and never to lose, to have money that's funny and blabber my lines in a pitcher of honey that charges no fines, to cream 'em and ream 'em and blow 'em away like rain that'll come back on some other day-come back, come back, 'cause they can't stay away-they just gotta do it, they'll never resist, cause I've got the power and I've got the gist and there's nobody home upstairs to be pissed, so the end of the story, the end of the song, is you're all getting fucked by a ding-a-ling's dong!'
Andrea was dizzily cloud-falling in a rainbow-burst of furious storm-wind when the Guru's atomic missile-shot blasted her clear into the eye of the hurricane. Psilocybin mushroom-clouds blossomed in her bosom and tiny tinkling grade-school triangles winked funny noises out of her womb. Holy Hikers tramped the wilderness of Vagina Park carrying garbled messages to the Queen of the Quintessence and scribes scribbled scrumptiously to get them all wrong. Someone delivered a pizza to her shower-head at four-thirty in the morning but the Drano didn't like garlic. There was sumpthing to be done and the pump went to work. Frizzle-frazzle, frizzle-frazzle, clink-clank, think-thank, thunk.
