One can imagine the frustration I felt when, upon my arrival at a new university, the campus housing office was discovered to have somehow bungled my application. I had decided late in the year to work toward my doctorate and therefore had to start my course of study in January, the beginning of the second semester.
All the rooms in town had been rented out, and I was now adrift, a woman with a Volkswagen full of luggage, frantically searching for lodging. Like an angel, Rebecca, a fellow graduate student, befriended me in my hour of need. Over lunch in an off campus coffee shop, she graciously offered me a room in the house she lived in. She told me that the occupants were either fellow students or university teachers. She named the price and I almost jumped out of my seat. It was so reasonable that I was compelled to ask her if there was a catch.
Rebecca smiled as if she were keeping a very funny secret from me. You might say so, she managed to confide. Let s just say that those who live in Illyria maintain a somewhat liberated lifestyle.
I was intrigued by her reply and the fact that she called her home lllyria, the location of Shakespeare s Twelfth Night.
Rebecca went on to tell me that the six current inhabitants of the house lived in communal arrangement that resulted in an uninhibited sexual lifestyle. Lovers mixed and matched freely, and group sex was quite common and natural for them.
Jennifer, you re a very beautiful woman, Rebecca told me. I have no doubt you d be welcomed with open arms to our little community. But it s not for everyone. Do you think you d be comfortable in a place like ours?
As I sat there in that little coffee shop, pondering Rebecca s question, I realized that I wasn t in the least shocked by her statements. On the contrary, I was quite turned on. Group sex had always been one of my secret fantasies I frequently masturbated while imagining myself the center of attention at an orgy, with several hands male and female caressing and fondling my naked flesh. And then I looked into Rebecca s heavenly blue eyes and shuddered involuntarily just thinking that I could soon be making love to this beautiful creature, perhaps in a matter of days. What a tittilating thought!
I ll do it! I said. I followed Rebecca in my car to the large Victorian house on the outskirts of town. It looked a little forbidding at first, like something out of a gothic horror novel. But when I went inside, those fears melted away, and I felt as if I were truly at home.
Over the next few hours, I met all the other residents. Claudia, a bewitching Swiss girl with long black curly hair and huge brown eyes, was to be my roommate. Rebecca s roommate was Stacey, a petite minx with sparkling green eyes and the features of a gamine. They were enthusiastic about welcoming me to their home, and as she was greeting me, Stacey took a lock of my strawberry blonde hair in her hand and said, It ll be nice to have a redhead living here. I must have blushed crimson, for the girls began to laugh merrily.
That evening I met the three gentlemen who lived in Illyria, and three more sexy men who were visiting. I couldn t decide which man was more attractive, but then I realized that over the course of the next few months I wouldn t have to do any choosing between them. Mario was a first year teacher of French literature, a dark haired fellow with shining blue eyes and a bashful manner, who I thought was extremely cute. Gerry was in his mid thirties, an elegant looking instructor of poetry who had a lilting Irish brogue, dirty blond hair and a very handsome beard. And then there was Keith.
Keith, the founder of Illyria, lived in the attic apartment. In his mid forties, Keith was a holdover from the hippie days of the sixties. A professor of medieval history, Keith was a roguish, iconoclastic firebrand with sharp, intense features: piercing dark eyes flecked with gold, an aquiline nose, and a head full of unruly hair streaked with gray. He took my breath away.
Claudia was very personable and explained the house rules to me. You may decline to participate in anything you wish, she began. But you may find, as I did, that after living here awhile, one s libido becomes supercharged, and you won t want to be left out of a thing. No one shuts their door here, unless they really want to be alone and don t be surprised if when you re taking a shower, someone jumps in with you.
As she spoke, I took a really good look at Claudia s body for the first time, trying to picture it naked. Her eyes, perhaps the most beautiful I d ever seen, had my heart beating a little faster than usual. She went on to explain that it was quite all right for me to have visitors in my bed even when she was there. In fact, she giggled, I say that mainly because it s very likely that I will have midnight visitors, and I don t want you to be shocked if you awake to hear noises coming from my side of the room.
We talked deep into the night. I told her of my past as a typical Midwest college cheerleader, and she told me about her idyllic days as a girl in Switzerland. Then she said she was going to sleep. I read for a while and then hit the sack. While I slept, I had the hottest dreams of my life. I dreamed that all my new housemates were ravaging me, licking, kissing and sucking every inch of my flesh, filling every one of my orifices with their fingers, tongues and cocks, and I had one crashing orgasm after another. The last dream I had before I woke was of Keith holding one of my legs in each of his hands, his magnificent erection pounding into my pussy as he loomed over me.
He sounds of sex grunting, slurping and moaning carried over from my dream to my waking state. Then I realized that the room smelled of fucking it was the pungent aroma of sweaty bodies in the heat of passion. I opened my eyes and looked over at Claudia s bed. As she had warned me, she had a visitor. Mario, naked as a jaybird, had stopped by for a morning pick me up. He and Claudia were on their sides and grappling together in a sixty nine. Mario was facing me, his arm wrapped around Claudia s thigh, his nose barely visible over the fringe of her jet black pubic hair. His other hand reached up to fiddle with her asshole.
Claudia s hands were busy kneading Mario s muscular legs. Though I could see her only from the back, the distinct bobbing motion of her head indicated that she had Mario s cock in her mouth and was giving him an excellent blowjob.
I sat up in bed, transfixed, and my hand wandered down to my burning pussy to satisfy a need. Mario opened his eyes and saw me. He lifted his face from Claudia s jungle and smiled. Come join us, he said softly. Hearing this, Claudia rolled over and also smiled at me. I stood and walked toward them, pulling the tattered old football jersey I had been wearing over my head. I then slid my wet panties down my thighs.
Completely naked, I took my place on the bed between Mario and Claudia. Mario began to kiss me, his questing tongue probing inside my mouth. His hands gently cupped my breasts and squeezed their softness. I reached down to caress his broad chest, flicking his nipples with my fingertips. Mario laid me down, and as he concentrated on my upper half, Claudia did likewise with my lower half. Her long hair danced over my thighs, ass and pelvis as she planted little love bites on my quivering flesh. She kissed all the way down my legs, sucked my toes and tickled my feet.
By this time Mario was sucking my breasts, and I was lost in sexual euphoria. Never before had I shared my body with more than one person at a time, and now I was realizing what I had been missing! Claudia slowly returned to my midsection, her hot breath teasing my twitching cunt. She carefully licked all around it and thrust her tongue inside me at the same time that Mario introduced his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked him hungrily as Claudia s tongue tap danced on my clit, my legs tightening around her head, my hands gripping Mario s arms as he fed me his erection. I lost all sense of time, and every one of my senses was magnified a thousand times. I came as Claudia buzz sawed my nubbin, and Mario s sweet cream filled my mouth and flowed down my chin.
We lay in a groping pile, cooing and sighing and kissing. Then Mario hopped up, announced that he had a class in half an hour and was out the door. Claudia noted my expression and laughed. You ll have to get used to that sort of thing, she said. Don t worry he ll be back. She tousled my hair and began to caress my breasts. I leaned over to lick her ruby lips, and our tongues met in a wet kiss.
I wanted to return her kindness, so I munched my way down her neck to her breasts. I vacuumed one of her bulletlike nipples into my mouth, and she hissed with ecstasy. My hands traced the gentle curve of her belly, searching for the moist center of her sex. It was warm to the touch when I found it and I slipped a single finger deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around me and held on tight as I fingered her to orgasm.
After we lay together for about an hour, Claudia led me by the hand to the shower. On his way out, a towel wrapped around his neck, was Gerry. I fought the instinct to cover my nakedness.
Good morning, Jennifer. I see that you ve gotten into the swim of things rather quickly. He laughed and I looked down, savoring the sight of his long cock swaying gently as he walked by. Claudia drew a hot bath and we played together in the large tub, fingering each other until we both climaxed once more.
After our bath, Claudia had to leave. I went back to the bedroom to put my jersey back on it was a tad cold walking around naked! Down in the kitchen, I found Stacey and Rebecca in baby doll pajamas and drinking tea. I chatted with them over breakfast.
Where s Keith this morning?
Rebecca laughed. He s never up this early. He s very much a night owl. After a pause she added, You re smitten with him, aren t you? Don t be embarrassed. All the girls are.
Stacey then said, You re lucky to join us at this time of year. It s not long before the vernal equinox. I didn t know what she was talking about, so she explained that in the best pagan tradition, the members of the community had full blown orgies on the old pagan holidays: Walurgis Night, the summer solstice, Lammastide, Halloween and their favorite, the first day of spring. The ancient cultures of Britain had quite a wingding on that day, Stacey continued, and we like to keep the fire burning.
The next two months passed quickly, and I was deliriously happy in my new surroundings. I excelled at my studies, and at home I excelled as a lover of six wonderful human beings. Claudia and I became friends for a lifetime, and of the men, each satisfied a certain psychological need of mine: Mario was the sweet, gentle lover Gerry moved me on an intellectual as well as a physical level and Keith was a dominant force in my life. We didn t fuck all that often, for when we did, I was so overwhelmed that it took a few days to calm down.
Soon enough the snows began to melt and the flowers began to bloom. The twentieth of March was just days away, and everyone in Illyria began to prepare for the big evening. The action would take place in the large living room, which was dominated by an immense stone hearth. Around the hearth we assembled a ring of low, comfortable sofas, and the space within that was lined with mattresses. Pillows and candles completed our passion pit.
I was quite surprised that the first orgy party I ever attended opened with a poetry reading with all assembled garbed in flowing white robes. Classical music was on the stereo as I curled up with Gerry on the sofa. I put my head in his lap and he stroked my hair as he recited some of his favorite Yeats. I couldn t have been more comfortable. I felt Gerry s erection growing against my cheek, so I pulled it out of his robe and rubbed it against my face. Settling his cock in my mouth with a plopping noise, I sucked it lovingly, and Gerry was forced to stop reading. He gripped my head a little tighter and began to gently fuck my mouth, his long erection tapping against the back of my throat. My tongue swirled against his cockhead on the downstroke, and my teeth grazed the underside of his shaft. Before too long his tangy goodness erupted in my mouth.
I looked up as the sound of female growling filled the room and I witnessed one of the most erotic sights ever. Rebecca, naked, was on her knees on the center mattress, her face in the sheets, her ass high in the air. Behind her stood Stacey, who was also naked, except for a strap on dildo. The sight was at once absurd and provocative, like a pornographic movie come to life.
The realistic dildo curved upward, and Stacey sank to her knees behind Rebecca, rubbing her ass and pussy, telling her, I m going to fuck you hard, Rebecca. I m going to fill you up with cock my cock. You want it?
The normally assured and independent Rebecca whimpered her assent. Yes, give me your big cock.
I then watched as Stacey slammed the dildo in and out of Rebecca s cunt. Stacey leaned over Rebecca to reach around her and grab her breasts, which she massaged roughly. I could tell by the way Stacey was panting that the dildo was rubbing her right, too, and soon after Rebecca shouted in orgasm, Stacey did the same, and they rolled together in a passionate, romantic embrace, each kissing the other s face.
I want it in my ass! When I heard these words, my head whipped around until my view encompassed Claudia, who was also in the doggy position, and filled with Mario s cock. Put it in my ass, Mario! she yelled hoarsely, and Mario slowly removed his fervent cock from her pussy and readied her asshole for his assault. Everyone drew close to watch Mario lube up his pole with Claudia s cunt juice and sink it into her little brown hole, seemingly one centimeter at a time. Claudia bayed and gasped and squirmed as Mario plowed her behind. Both of them were on the edge, two lovers swept away in a tornado of lust. It wasn t long before both of them came explosively. Mario pulled out and shot a rainstorm of come all over Claudia s ass and back, and like thirsty kittens, Rebecca, Stacey and I lapped it all up.
We then noticed that Keith, who, up to this point, had only been a spectator, had stood and removed his robe, and his erection was arching out in front of him. Stacey and Rebecca hopped to his side, both pawing at his cock. Me first! they each begged him. Fuck me first, Keith!
I have another idea tonight, he said in his husky baritone. This is Jennifer s first holiday here. We should treat her to a first class initiation. I swallowed hard. This was it: the fulfillment of my dreams. Why don t the gentlemen get her all ready for me on the mattress?
Mario and Gerry laid me down gently. In a matter of moments, fingers and tongues were caressing every part of me, and Mario and Gerry were kissing my breasts. Keith stood over me, his erection waving like a baton. He knelt, and Stacey lifted her mouth from my cunt to give him room. Keith lowered himself to me and his cock burrowed its way into my vagina.
As Keith hammed into me, my feelings were so intense that they seemed contradictory at first: sweet, fierce gentle, savage tender, explosive. Yet I felt all these things. As Keith fucked me, I wrapped my legs around him and looked into the eyes of our audience, who looked back with great love. I felt as if I were onstage, giving the performance of my life, but there was no stage fright, only the realization that I was where I belonged, in the bosom of a special family that I would remember always.
Keith erupted within me, and this was only a prelude, for he would end up fucking all the women, as I would be fucked by all the men. Our lovemaking kept us up until dawn, and we slept together on the mattresses, arms and legs flung every which way, hands gripping breasts, toes rubbing against cocks. It was the most memorable vernal equinox I ve ever had, or am likely to have.