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BECAUSE OF HUNGER
by Peter Strizhanov
Translated from Russian SOITIYE (Copulation) Almanac
of Russian Erotic Literature. Ed. by M. Armalinsky, 1989, 184 p. ISBN 0-916201-06-6
Victor did not have money for a prostitute. The thought of going to a bar
and begging a woman, trying to make himself heard above the music, repelled
him. He dialed the number his pal gave him recently, saying that this woman
does not know the word "no." The woman's name was Lyn. They agreed that Victor
would come to her place within an hour.
Victor was starving for a woman. He could get rid of hunger manually, but
the desire for female flesh would return in ten minutes after a sigh of relief.
This desire did not consist so much of the need for an orgasm as for the other
body, its moistures and aromas, its response to his own body, and the actual
appearance of the cunt. And there was the longing for intimacy.
As he was approaching her shabby house in a poor neighborhood, he tried to
calm down his fantasies, knowing so well how superior they are to reality.
Lyn told him on the phone that she drank only vodka with orange juice, so
he had a flask bottle with him - everything for getting laid. The door was
opened by a blond with thick lips, greasy hair, and short legs. The woman
was wearing shorts and a shirt without a bra. The shirt was tied with a knot
under her tits or across her belly; one and the same because of her sagging
breasts. Her teeth, although even, all seemed crowded to the front of her
mouth.
She was obviously pleased with what she saw in front of her. Later she told
Victor so while drinking vodka hardly colored with orange juice.
In the living room two pillows were lying on the dirty carpet. The cheap stereo
on the shaky stand was collecting dust.
Lyn went to the kitchen to make a cocktail from Victor's vodka and he followed,
thinking only about one thing -- how to spread her legs as soon as possible.
Meanwhile she was asking him the list of standard questions. Victor could
have answered them all before she asked, but he did not want to scare her
off. He was aware that even the easiest women honor foreplay. When Victor
put his hand under her shirt, he heard one of the questions he expected:
"Did you come here only because you expect to jump in bed with me right away?"
"Fuck, yes" Victor wanted to reply, but he restrained himself and said that
he came here for many reasons.
He hoped so much that this time all preliminaries would be cut to a minimum.
He was about to spit, ÒWith your appearance you better shut up and lie down
fast while you have an offer." And when her mug took on a mask of indignation,
he would slam the door and let her run after him. But he needed a cunt right
now and didn"t want to risk it.
Lyn clearly felt it. She was 38; at least she was undeceptive about that.
Victor had just turned 32. And each of her compliments provoked a feeling
of shame that he must waste his time with such trash.
"It's nice that you didn"t come here for just one reason," said Lyn, and drank
down half a glass.
Victor made a drink for himself and hardly diluted the juice with vodka.
They returned to the living room and sat down on pillows. Victor reached for
Lyn but she shrugged off his hand and said, "Why do you rush? The more I like
a man the more I want everything to slow down. I am sick of one night stands.
I want a romantic relationship, I want someone to care about me, to appreciate
me as a person, not just my body. And I'II tell you, it's been a long time
since I liked anyone as much as I like you, and I don't want it to be like
the others, to screw and never see you again."
With all his might Victor had to resist offending her. For example he wanted
to tell her,
"You do not have much choice with me: we can screw and you will not see me
again or we will not screw and you will never see me again."
But he knew that for some women it is important to move their tongue in a
useless conversation prior to using it appropriately, as if to show they have
a head before giving it.
"Look," Victor said, "I like you too..." And at that moment he started to
give her baloney, which according to his experience was supposed to make her
submit. However, for some reason it did not work, and Lyn insisted that Victor
demonstrate his interest in her as a person. That meant he must go out with
her.
Victor looked at her with revulsion but at the same time caught himself feeling
lustful. And not even Lyn could make his lust squeamish.
"How low you have fallen," Victor was saying to himself in the light of his
former dreams. But he felt that if he allowed himself to leave without getting
what he had come for, he would feel even worse.
Negotiations had started. Victor wanted to make sure that she would agree
to make love if they went out. She wanted to be among people with him so everybody
would see what a lover she had.
Victor looked at his watch and came to a compromise: so much time out in exchange
for time in.
Before leaving the house Victor attempted to melt her down with kisses. She
started kissing willingly but when she felt her passion growing, she moved
away from Victor and did not let him kiss her any more. She wanted to be "paid"
first.
"Well," Victor said lightly as if it was not so hard, "if you want to walk
around a lake, let's walk." Lyn happily got on her feet and finished her drink
with one gulp. It was then Victor realized that he had lost the first round;
that Lyn hadn't expected he would agree to go out; that if only he had been
tougher, she would have given up and given in to their mutual lust.
Victor reluctantly got up from his pillow and maneuvered his erect cock so
as not to catch the tuck in his jeans.
Lyn minced to the bedroom while she put some lipstick on. She took a jar with
cream and started to rub it in her neck and armpits. Strong fresh scent emanated
from her. Victor approached her from behind, pressed his feverish cock to
her ass and grabbed her breasts.
Somebody puttered in the kitchen.
That is my son, Tom," -- Lyn explained to Victor.
They went to the kitchen. Marijuana smoke was coming from a joint in the mouth
of the skinny kid about sixteen with long straight hair.
Introducing him to Victor, his mother commented, giggling, "He got crazy because
of pot."
She relayed to Victor that her son smoked marijuana daily whereas she - just
weekly. She did not condemn it, she was just stating the difference in lifestyle.
Lyn said that once she discovered her son had used up all her supply of grass
which she kept in the freezer. From then on she made an agreement with him
that they have separate supplies of grass. So if his supply ran short she
sold him a bit.
Victor and Lyn returned to the bedroom. The thought of forcing her crossed
Victor's mind and he pulled her to the unmade bed with unclean sheets. But
Lyn vigorously resisted crying,You're like the rest of them, you just want
to fuck."
Though the son had probably already seen it all, his presence was bothering
Victor. And suddenly it became more disgusting for Victor to make a noise
that could be overheard than to go out with Lyn for a walk. It was seven o'clock
in the evening, but because it was June it was still as light as morning,
so he could not hide from his shame in darkness.
The path around the lake swarmed with people who were jogging, biking, walking
or roller-- skating. Lyn joyfully grabbed Victor around the waist and he had
to put his hand on her shoulder to free it from the press of their hips.
They were continuously encountering pretty or cute women. Each time such a
woman was approaching them Victor clenched his fists, his heart speeding.
It seemed to him that every one of them was looking at him with pity, with
deprecation, with surprise -- why was such a masculine, slender man with such
a worn-out, unattractive woman? He imagined so vividly that he could be with
one of these young females and how happy and proud he would be. But then he
was recalling his failures with pretty women; he rarely ended up in bed with
them and often he had as hard a time starting them up as an old car in winter.
He lost confidence in himself when he was with a woman he liked. And the more
he liked her the less confidence he had, something that women demand with
all their nature. He gained his confidence with women whom he did not care
about. This confidence was based on his indifference towards their attitude
to him. "If you do not want it - get out," and it worked with them without
a fault. Once he kicked a woman out of his apartment in the middle of the
night, who did not mind kissing but did not let him take her clothes off.
He slammed the door behind her and went to the window to shout something insulting
after her. Five minutes passed but she still did not emerge from the apartment
building. Victor went to the door, opened it and saw a tamed shrew with tears
in her eyes ready to submit. So he let her in and continued his interrupted
overture.
But if he liked a woman he worried about every move she made, about every
word she said. He was not able to restrain his impatience, he felt that against
his will his eyes filled with adoration, his speech with fussy shyness and
all his movements were charged with extra courteous caution. All these blocked
the way to bed. But if he succeeded, the naked desired body filled him with
a victorious feeling, and he rushed on it with insatiable craving, so the
woman was not only flattered but satisfied.
It seemed to Victor the lake's circumference was endless. There were many
couples sitting by the water and petting. Victor tried to look into the faces
of all the women and all of them looked to him so much better than Lyn. He
prayed not to run into somebody he knew; he tried to invent an explanation
about who he was with and why they were embracing each other, but he could
think of nothing but, ÒYou were mistaken, it wasn't me."
Meanwhile Lyn was on top of the world. She talked non--stop, giggling; looked
in Victor's eyes and triumphantly looked around. He hardly listened to her
and just nodded when he felt interrogative intonations in her chatter. He
imagined her cunt to somehow justify his humiliation with the nearness of
reward. Victor heard her voice her dream of moving to Florida and he was amazed
they could have the same dream.
"How I wish this circle to end," Victor thought, and accelerated his pace,
but Lyn inquired, "Why are you running?" He replied it was getting chilly
and he wanted to get to the car, yet he slowed down. And again she snuggled
to him and again he accelerated.
In addition to everything he was suddenly aware he had stepped into something
soft. He looked down and saw that it was goose shit. He started to wipe his
shoes with grass while Lyn laughed like an idiot. Finally Victor began laughing
too, thinking that everything this evening reminded him of shit.
The parking lot was now visible through the trees although twilight had fallen.
Mosquitoes came as well and Lyn was waving her sweaty palm in front of Victor's
nose, defending her lover--to--be from the attack of insects. Victor put his
hand on her ass and moved his finger along the line where the cheeks join
together under the irrelevant shorts.
At last they were finishing the circle; Victor could not decide whether to
call it vicious or infernal.
Teenagers were sitting in cars in the parking lot, trying to muffle the champing
of kisses and fucking with loud music.
Victor was speeding. Lyn did not attempt to slow his intent. They were riding
silently, and to prevent futile conversation, Victor pumped up the volume
of his stereo. He put his hand between her legs and her hand between his.
Soon he started to unzip his jeans but Lyn stopped him, arguing, "Wait, we
are almost there." She was right; in a minute they were at her house. A car
was parked in the driveway.
"This is my son's girlfriend," Lyn explained.
The house was filled with marijuana smoke and with Tom's giggling mixed with
the girl's.
Lyn went to the kitchen to make a drink. The couple was there and Victor saw
a beautiful girl about sixteen. She gave him her manicured fingers and said
her name was Kim. "What is she doing around this blockhead?" Victor thought.
She had a joint in her hand and looked at Victor with insolence. Her big fresh
tits were hardly restrained by her T--shirt. Sonny did not care about them,
he was absorbed in making a new joint and did not even acknowledge his mother
and Victor.
"You are really stoned, aren't you?" the mother asked her offspring. Not getting
an answer, she poured the leftover vodka in her glass and put in several drops
of juice. The juice reluctantly colored the vodka a dirty orange.
Sonny inhaled and the girl giggled.
"Maybe she is ashamed of her partner," Victor thought, and began contemplating
how nice it would be to switch to her.
"How old are you?" he asked Kim.
ÒFifteen. Why?Ó she replied readily.
"Your tits look as if you were ten," Victor said and girl burst out laughing.
Sonny was leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
Lyn finished her drink and dragged Victor to the bedroom.
When they undressed, Lyn said, "I have my period."
Victor had noticed by then the tampon's tail hanging between her legs. Taken
by the beauty of her pussy, Victor bent to it, eager for its blood and everything
it held. Lyn moved away to pull the tampon out. Victor stopped her.
"Let me do it."
"Aren't you grossed out?" Lyn got embarrassed.
Instead of replying he pressed his tongue against her clitoris and positioned
his cock over her face. Lyn started moaning, reached up to his cock and began
sucking it desirously. Victor wound the tampon's tail on his finger and was
waiting to pull it out like a grenade ring at the right moment.
He came first and Lyn's swallowing interrupted her demanding moans. And when
she swung open in her orgasm and squeezed his cheeks Victor pulled out the
bloody smelly tampon and, holding it in his fist, continued to caress her
sagging clitoris with his tongue.
"Thank you," Lyn said seriously, and tenderly kissed his balls. Victor turned
around facing her and, holding the tampon as if it were a mouse he had caught,
asked her, "Where should I throw it?"
"In the bathroom. Now I am getting sleepy," said Lyn.
Victor left the bedroom. No more noise was coming from the kitchen. He entered
the bathroom threw the tampon in the toilet and peed on it, splitting it with
his stream. He flushed the toilet and went to the sink, looked into the mirror,
and grinned. He looked at his bloody palm. "And I did not commit any crime,"
he said to himself. He opened the tap and washed his hands, rinsed his mouth
just in case, wiped his lips, and also washed his cock with hot water.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Naked and smiling, Kim was standing in
front of Victor. Victor rushed to her and locked the door. The sweetness of
a kiss suffused their bodies.
"I was waiting for you to come to the bathroom," she whispered in his ear.
"I was waiting for you to come into my life," Victor whispered in return,
caressing her breast with one hand and her clitoris with other. He wished
to have to have at least two more hands. "That's why Bodhisattva has so many
hands," sparkled in his head.
"Wait, I have to pee," Kim said apologizing.
"Come here," said Victor. He sat on the toilet and hafted her on his trembling
cock.
Kim moaned, embraced him, and put her head on his shoulder.
"I can't do it like that."
ÒYes, you can. Don't move and concentrate. I want you all.Ó
They froze for a minute and Victor felt Kim strain her bladder to start peeing.
"What luck," he was thinking, embracing Kim's slender body and watching her
mobilized face. "I hope Lyn doesn't come in and the junky is sleeping, evidently."
And suddenly Victor felt the hot liquid brightly burn his groin and run off
his balls, babbling into the water under him.
"How nice that I just came with Lyn and now can prolong the pleasure; otherwise
I would instantly explode because of such a miracle." Victor was savoring
every moment.
Kim opened her eyes - once started she could continue peeing and the stream
became hotter and stronger. Finally the last drops sounded and Kim started
moving. Her nipples were taking turns under Victor's tongue.
She precisely and skillfully was rubbing her uterus opening against the head
of his cock and again she closed her eyes. Victor was watching her face.
He dreamed he would take her with him and she would become his girlfriend.
True, he would have to conceal her age so as to stay out of prison. Yet what
a miracle it was! After such humiliation by Lyn, to have such a body in his
hands for free and with no effort whatsoever.
Victor kissed her where her breast began close to her shaved armpit. At this
moment Kim started to move faster, and Victor moistened his finger with saliva
and managed to put it into her anus, feeling her strong spasms there, which
set him off as well. Her uterus opening was pressed so hard to his cock that
it blocked the coming sperm. He felt pain for a moment, then slid his cock
to the side and flooded the wall.
When Kim got up, his cock was covered with blood.
"Well, I have my period and I am so horny at that time. Tom hates blood. And
I liked you so much. Would you get up?
She sat on the toilet and pushed out Victor's semen.
"Let's go out somewhere and have fun," Victor offered.
"Are you kidding? I can't. Tom smoked too much today but he is cool. We decided
to get married after graduation."
"Do you want to come once more?" Victor asked, realizing that no romantic
relationship with Kim will develop.
"No, thank you," she said with a serious tone of voice, "it felt so good but
I am afraid Tom will wake up and notice I am not there. Maybe some other time."
She pulled on the roll of toilet paper, tore a long strip, crumpled it and
wiped her perineum. Pink paper disappeared in the toilet's vortex.
"I was surprised that you fuck Lyn, you are so handsome."
"I was also surprised that you fuck Tom, you are so pretty."
"With me it's different - I love him."
"And I love Lyn," Victor said angrily.
"So long," whispered Kim and slipped out of the bathroom.
Victor was about to rinse off her blood and urine but changed his mind - he
wanted to leave her traces on him as long as possible. He returned to the
bedroom. Lyn was snoring. Victor quietly dressed and left the house. He knew
now that he would certainly come back here, and it would be a big surprise
for Lyn.
Translated from Russian by Mikhail Armalinsky.
EVERYWHERE
by Lev Levich
(Basic movie script)
The main characters are two heterosexual couples.
The first couple appears in the first scene.
Airport. The man comes down the steps from the airplane. The woman, holding
flowers in her hand, runs toward the man. When she approaches him, she silently
gives him flowers, unzips his fly and kneels. Her art works miracles and he
comes in half a minute. She gets up from her knees and solemnly pronounces,
ÒWelcome to America!Ó
In the next scene the second couple appears.
Early morning. Sunrise lights up the window of a car dealership. It is still
closed. Cars shine inside the showroom. Camera shows one car behind the window
from a low angle, so we do not see the inside the car, but only its curved lines,
which resemble a womanÕs hips.
There is complete silence. Suddenly the car starts and at high speed rushes
through the window to the deserted street. The car rushes toward sunrise. At
last we see who is inside. The driver is a naked man about thirty, and a naked
woman with gorgeous figure gives him head from passenger seat. ManÕs middle
finger is in her anus. The finger is oily and slides easily. The woman holds
his cock with one hand while her other hand is under her belly - she masturbates.
Close-up shot from behind her: her finger works on clitoris and manÕs finger
slowly moves in and out and in circle. In the background, which is out of focus,
we see womanÕs mouth skillfully stroking his cock.
We hear noise of the car engine working at high speed.
We see the manÕs tense face; he does not take his eyes off the speedway where
no other cars are visible. Suddenly a convulsion of pleasure comes over his
face, but his eyes do not close.
Close-up shot of womanÕs mouth and neck with AdamÕs apple in swallowing movement.
Next close-up shot is her ass - it moves in unison with her fingers and the
manÕs while moans come from her full mouth.
Exhausted with orgasm, she lies on manÕs hips with his softened cock still in
her mouth. ManÕs hand strokes her hair. Finally the woman lifts her head and
sits up. Her face is bright and beautiful. She looks into rushing speedway and
suddenly burps.
- Sorry - she says with embarrassment.
He smiles, not taking his eyes off the road.
From the foggy distance, the red of a stoplight approaches. It is quite unexpected
on the speedway. The car slows down and stops at the strange intersection which
appeared from nowhere. A dirt road crosses the speedway. But what is the most
bizarre is that horseback riders and old coaches are traveling on it. Riders
and passengers are consumed by their thoughts and activities and do not pay
attention to the car.
Inside one of the coaches is a young nun. We hear the ending of her prayer.
Her hands are pressed together and her eyes are looking at the big cross hanging
on the wall in front of her. When her prayer is finished, she takes the cross
off the wall. The lower, sheathe-like part slides off, revealing a dildo underneath.
The nun pulls a can of ointment out of a hand-bag and greases the dildo, then
pulls up her skirt and inserts the cross in her cunt till the cross bar permits
it to go no further.
Camera reveals close-up view of the nun in pleasure, showing the whites of her
eyes.
Interior of the second coach is a portable confessional. The coach is partitioned
off by a wall. There is a hole in it at ear-level. A woman in a long dark dress
and a veil is on one side of the partition. Through the veil, we see tears running
down her cheeks. She confesses her recent unfaithfulness to her husband.
- He asked me to lift my dress - we hear her quiet voice.
- Do not conceal anything, my daughter - the demanding voice of a priest on
the other side of the wall.
Next shot shows the priest with rolled-up black soutane. He holds his cock with
one hand while he tells his beads with the other.
Interior of the next coach: a woman puts lipstick on her shaved labia majora.
A horseman riding close to the coach bends toward the window and blows her a
kiss. The woman responds in kind, blowing a kiss from her bright red labia.
Stop light changes to green. Coaches and horseback riders stop and the car rushes
ahead.
Huge empty stadium with roof. Naked couple which was in the car enters the stadium
and sits in the first row. They are the only ones in the stadium. Cheerful music
starts playing, indicating the beginning of the show.
In an instant we see all the seats are filled with people. Everybody is dressed,
but nobody notices our naked couple. All spectators have either binoculars or
telescopes. A naked woman gymnast runs into the circle and jumps over gymnastic
horse. She spreads her legs in the air and all optical equipment points in the
right direction. Cameras flash and video gear is brought into play.
Next gymnastic exercise is on the beam. Naked woman gymnast stands on her hands
and spreads her legs to 180 degrees. It creates agitation among men spectators.
Naked men gymnasts do exercises on rings and on ÒhorseÓ which creates agitation
among women spectators.
Naked men and women do acrobatic exercises.
Man carries a woman above his head on one hand. Close-up shot shows that his
middle finger is inserted in her vagina.
Several women acrobats stand on one leg with the other lifted vertically.
Meanwhile the bicycle competition is going on around the stadium circle. Bicycles
for women have dildoes mounted in the saddles. The faster a woman pedals, the
faster the dildo moves. This is how women set records in the bicycle contest.
Tandems are made in such a way that a man who sits behind a woman has his cock
inserted in her anus. They ride in copulated position. When somebody comes during
the ride they cannot continue because of fatigue and leave the run. The winners
are the ones who come only after they cross the finish line.
Once again our couple speeds along an empty highway. It stretches along the
ocean beach. This time the woman is in the driverÕs seat. Her left foot is on
the gas pedal, her right leg on the seat and turned so that the man, who is
lying on the seat, has perfect access to her clitoris with his tongue. She extends
her right hand to his cock and he bends his waist to assist her. The woman does
not take her eyes off the road. When she feels orgasm approaching, she drives
onto the shoulder and stops the car. Now she closes her eyes and completes 69.
Then she sits on the manÕs erect cock and, slowly moving, watches the ocean,
the waves. Each succeeding wave is bigger and higher than the last. Finally
the biggest wave comes which blocks the sun, now on the horizon.
Close-up view of womanÕs and manÕs faces at they come simultaneously. Woman
farts. At last they disentangle themselves and sit together. Embarrassed, the
woman says:
- I am sorry.
- It was wonderful, the man replies, and deeply inhales the air she has just
released.
The woman blushes and puts her head on his shoulder.
- Look, says the man, pointing to the ocean, which is calm again.
Crowded sand beach. High grass covers a part of the beach that appears to be
deserted until we see a womanÕs head and shoulders above the grass. From time
to time she looks around. Camera zooms and we see that she is sitting on a manÕs
face. Waiting for orgasm, she is nonetheless alert lest anyone approach them
from the sand beach. She holds still, pressing her clitoris against continuously
moving tongue. At last she strains and gives a sigh of joyful relief. But even
at the very climax she does not close her eyes. After all spasms have ended,
she gets off the man; it is his turn to stand guard on his knees. Woman lies
on her stomach and disappears in grass. She peacefully and gratefully swallows
the patient cock. Now the manÕs head and shoulders take the place of the womanÕs
above the grass. Man comes and close-up view shows womanÕs Adam apple moving
in swallowing motion.
Flashback. Cunt-beauty contest in the stadium. Gynecological chairs are wheeled
in the center. On each chair is a woman covered with a white sheet with only
her cunt exposed to judges and spectators. Chairs are positioned in a big circle
with womenÕs heads in the center. Judges are men and lesbians. They walk around
the circle and attentively study pussies. Upon judgesÕ request women open them
with fingers. Every judge makes notes in his or her notebook.
Then, per judgeÕs command, every woman starts masturbating, and judges watch
swelling of lips, changes of color and wetness. Judges smell every pussy and
make notes again.
Next step of competition is cuntÕs taste - from every cunt judges take a sample
of juice and taste it. Then they give every woman a vibrator or a dildo with
which to masturbate to the point of orgasm. A sensor is inserted into the anus
of each woman; it should register the number and strength of spasms. Blood pressure,
pulse, muscle tension and biocurrent of brain are also measured. A special display
board is installed above each woman where all data are displayed in relative
units. The higher the number, the nearer the reward. The main criteria are the
time required to reach an orgasm, and the number and strength of spasms. To
rule out cheating spasms, all variables are compared to verify the spasmÕs authenticity.
The spasm frequency should not exceed a typical 0.8 seconds. All these results
and conditions are announced by an announcer.
Spectators meanwhile make bets. Every cunt has a nickname: Curly, Biglipper,
Dumpy etc.
Upon command, all women start masturbating. Some use vibrators, some use dildoes,
others both; some with a finger or with a finger and a dildo or with a finger
and a vibrator.
Displays show growing numbers in corresponding columns. Moans, sobbing and screams
are heard. Finally the first one climaxes, her loud moan letting everyone know.
Chain reaction follows. Only one woman left, masturbating with vibrator and
dildo. Her hips move vigorously, helping belated orgasm. The computer calculates
the winner, but women do not rush to get up - they lie down weakly, still covered
with sheets. Only when all women climax is it allowed to get up and show their
faces and bodies.
The display above the last woman shows the highest numbers. Her blood pressure
is so high she appears to be in danger of a stroke. At last she climaxes with
a loud exclamation and the display counts the number of spasms. Fans who made
bets stare at display. The fans who came to watch stare at the cunt. Display
shows ten spasms with force ten as well, the highest number in the competition.
The music plays and signals competitionÕs end. Women throw off the sheets, jump
off the chairs and stand together in line like actresses taking a bow. The winner,
still under influence of orgasm, slowly gets off her chair and we recognize
her as the woman of the first couple. Her man rushes to her from the audience
and covers her with kisses. The woman gets the prize of one million dollars.
Back to the car at the ocean. The couple get out of the car and walk to the
second couple, who are relaxing in the beach grass. The crowd has disappeared.
The first couple look down at the reclining couple with a smile. The reclining
couple smile back. They introduce themselves. They pronounce their names, which
are inaudible because of the ocean tide. Exchange of names is supported with
exchange of kisses.
Two couples make love. The man and the woman of the first couple lie on their
backs side by side. The woman from the second couple sits on the lying man and
the man from the second couple fucks lying woman standing on his knees. Reclining
man and woman (the first couple) turn their heads to each other and kiss. The
second couple above lean to each other and also kiss. Visible tenderness to
your partner while being fucked by somebody else. Mutual guarantee of tenderness.
The couples now travel together in the car. They approach a rich mansion. Doors
are opened before them and they step into a dining hall where a huge table is
set. In the center of the table, a big vase in the shape of a cunt holds flowers.
Four waiters, two men and two women, are serving dinner. Waiters wear tails
and waitresses wear evening gowns. Only because tails and gowns are identical
we realize that they are uniforms. All food has different erotic shapes: round
bread in the shape of cunts and bread sticks in the shape of pricks. Plates
are made in the shape of a bidet. Spoons and knives resemble genitals. Puddings
look like breasts. Bananas with coconuts look like cocks with balls.
Meal proceeds with abundance of jokes. The wallpaper in the hall depicts copulations
of cocks and cunts. Conversation is vivid but it is impossible to understand
a word. Music of Bach is in the background.
After the meal is finished, the guessing game starts. Camera shows half naked
first couple sitting at the table. They kiss each other and profess their mutual
love, using very romantic language, including the promise to be with each other
till death separates them. Then camera goes under the table where we see the
man in tails and the woman in the evening gown giving them oral stimulation.
Camera again goes up and shows romantic kiss.
The table is covered with long cloth so those who sit at it do not see what
is going on under it. Sitting couples try to guess who is sucking them - a woman
or a man. Eventually everyone who sits at the table climaxes. Those under the
table get excited and start copulating there. Two couples lift table cloth as
if it is a skirt and watch with admiration. This is what is happening.
Two waitresses do 69. Waiters screw them in anuses. Men come first but their
cocks stay in anuses till the moment when women come and urine sprinkles during
orgasm and cocks are pushed out with spasms. Each woman catches a cock in front
of her in her mouth and sucks out the last drop.
The first couple walks through suite of rooms holding hands. The second couple
follows them. The walls are covered with erotic paintings, erotic sculptures
beneath them. They exit to a garden with a fountain in the middle. Approaching
it, they see the fountain consists of a group of sculptures of young men and
women. They are positioned in a such way that a stream from a girlÕs urethra
drops into a manÕs open mouth, while the stream from his cock falls into the
open mouth of a girl, and so on.
At this moment the woman from the first couple exclaims and looks at the inside
of her thighs. A stream of blood runs down. Everybody laughs but her.
- Three days early, the woman says with regret.
- ItÕs all right, we wonÕt abandon you, her man comforts her.
He claps his hands and a servant wearing tails appears carrying what resembles
a cigar box. He has the confident air of a doctor. He leads the woman to the
fountain and signals her to lift her leg and rest it on the fountain rim. He
opens the box: it contains tampons arranged like cigars. There are different
sizes, and the applicators are shaped like cocks. Everybody laughs again. The
woman hesitates which to choose: there are black and white, long and short,
thick and thin. She picks a thick one, and the servant drops to one knee. With
trembling hand he slowly inserts the applicator in her vagina and pushes a tampon
in. He wipes the blood from her thigh with a damp rag. He licks blood from the
applicator and hides it in his bosom.
Helicopter noise comes from the sky. Chopper lands on the field in front of
the fountain. A dozen naked beauties jump out of the chopper and begin round-dancing
around the fountain. The two couples move back to give them room to dance. The
helicopter flies away, its noise momentarily overpowering the background music.
The mutual touches of dancing women grow more sensual. Finally they stop and
form a circle. One stands on her hands and knees and licks cunt of woman lying
on her back in front of her; lying woman licks cunt of another woman standing
above her and the latter licks another one lying in front of her and so on.
Chain reaction.
They come one after another and camera shows the face of each woman during orgasm.
One of the women is pregnant. Camera shows a close-up shot of her standing on
all fours with huge belly. Right after her orgasm the labor starts.
Healthy, quick labor and birth ensues with no tears and almost no pain. One
of the women, her friend, bites out umbilical cord. The mother joyfully looks
at the boy, who is screaming like a kitten. Two other women take the boy away
and the other starts licking clitoris of new mother, at the same time cleaning
birth liquids.
Helicopter returns. Women climb in, and when each lifts her leg to get in, camera
shows close-up of her cunt. New mother carries in her hands washed baby who
sucks her breast. Women help her to climb in. The helicopter lifts into the
sun and disappears.
Two couples return to the mansion and find themselves in the bedroom equipped
with video cameras. Lovemaking starts.
Micro video camera shows friction of a cock against vagina walls and uterus;
sperm which floods it, the juice coming out of the vagina during orgasm, and
sucking action of uterus drawing sperm in.
Night city. Prostitutes of rare beauty are standing on the corners of bright
streets.
They have underwear made from clear plastic material. They do not take it off
to fuck, because the material in the vaginal area is so stretchable that it
yields to pressure of a cock and surrounds it like a condom as it enters the
vagina. When cock is pulled out, material shrinks and expels sperm from vagina,
and the woman, rather than washing her pussy, rinses the underwear without taking
it off.
Two couples take two prostitutes and men fuck them through their underwear.
Two women sit and masturbate each other watching them.
Grand reception. Everybody dressed elegantly.
Beautiful womanÕs face, gorgeous figure covered with nightgown. She talks to
a man solemnly and remotely. Suddenly she interrupts conversation, apologizes
and leaves the hall. She enters restroom, and locks herself in a stall. The
latch has the form of a cock entering a cunt.
The next shot is from the toilet bowl up, showing womanÕs ass with spread cheeks
opening anus and cunt. Simultaneously she pees, shits, farts and blood comes
out of vagina. The woman wipes her ass, washes herself in bidet, puts tampon
in, and again we see beautiful lady coming out of the restroom. She returns
to her conversation as if nothing happened with solemn expression on her face.
The man she talks to insists on a rendezvous and the woman looks agreeable.
He says:
- Do not torture me, letÕs see each other tonight.
She replies slyly,
- I have to test the strength of your passion. We will see each other in three
days, not sooner.
The man bows ceremoniously and leaves her.
The beauty comes out on a balcony. A crowd of horny low-class men stands under
it. She bends her knees a little, pulls out bloody tampon and throws it down.
Men rush to grab it, fight to smell it and to get a smear of her blood.
The woman watches till a lucky one gets the tampon, then leaves balcony and
accepts the invitation of one of the guests to waltz.
Two naked couples appear at the grand reception, but no one pays attention to
them. The impression is that they have been here many times. Embracing each
other, they pass through ballroom and enter a room where a huge TV screen is
on the wall. The screen shows chain vision: fucking couple watches TV where
fucking couple watches TV, where fucking couple watches TV etc. Dizzy movement
of the camera from ÒlinkÓ to Òlink.Ó
Suddenly our two couples notice that there is an orgy going on in the room.
There is a woman ÒconqueredÓ by vibrators: her nipples are ÒsuckedÓ with vibrators,
her clitoris is pressed with a vibrator, vibrators are inserted in her vagina
and in anus. A man kisses her on the lips.
Another woman stands on all fours. While one man fucks her from the rear, she
prepares the next man with her mouth. When the first man comes, the other moves
to replace him, and a new one gives her his cock to suck. Men come fast and
she needs about ten men to come herself. Her boyfriend monitors the line of
men and directs them from mouth to cunt. When the fifth comes, she tells her
boyfriend,
- Two more and I will come.
He lets one more mount her and becomes the seventh himself. She screams in orgasm
when he climaxes.
People in the hall, where reception is going on, stop and stand still listening
to the screams of the woman. There is neither alarm nor concern on their faces.
They have merely interrupted their conversation and dancing to wait for screams
to subside. After the last scream, guests continue talking and dancing as if
nothing happened.
Camera returns to the orgy room. First couple copulates, watching the woman
with vibrators. A woman crawls to the first man and sticks her finger in his
anus. When he comes she pulls his cock out of his woman's pussy and milks his
sperm into the glass she holds in her hand.
Then she moves from couple to couple, waits for a man to climax, and pulls his
cock out of vagina, anus or mouth and milks his sperm into the same glass.
When the glass is full she drinks it with one swallow.
Seeing this, another woman becomes sick to her stomach. She runs to the bathroom
and bends over the sink. She throws up. A man follows her and while she is throwing
up he fucks her from the rear. With each peristaltic wave, her vagina squeezes
his cock, bringing him to orgasm.
Close-up view of long thick womanÕs hair. It is being cut with scissors in a
manÕs hairy hand. Close-up shot of the womanÕs face - it is the woman from the
first couple. The face is relaxed and expectant. Hair is cut with electric clipper,
and at the last stage, shaved with a razor. The head is ideally shaped.
Camera moves lower and shows naked breast and hips. Thick black pubic hair.
Razor reaches it too. Then labia majora. Contrast of skillful and tender shaving
with menacing look of the razor. Contrast of hairy manÕs hands and hairless
womanÕs skin. At last the woman is freed from all of her hair after sinking
in the hot bath without any soap bubbles.
The woman steps out of the bathtub and lies down on a glass table. Naked man
who has just shaved her comes to the table. His body is very hairy. He brings
oils. Camera shows moving nostrils of the woman.
The man begins massaging but he massages shaved head only. The man of the second
couple comes in and massages her back; the third man, the servant in tails,
comes in and massages her legs, moving his hands into perineum.
Then the woman turns on her back and massage continues, including her breasts.
Men cover all her body with oil, especially taking care of her anus. When she
stands on all fours, two men penetrate her easily in anus and vagina. She takes
the third man in her mouth. Thus engaged, men continue massaging the woman,
especially her head. The two men behind her climax and she lies down exhausted
on her stomach. The third man comes on her shaved head and she rubs sperm into
her scalp.
Next shot: the woman puts on a pretty wig and walks out on the street, waving
her hand to the bright sun in greeting. The first man waits for her, sitting
on a fancy motorcycle.
Naked first couple rides motorcycle, the woman sitting behind the man, masturbating
him with one hand and holding his waist with the other. They pass car dealership
where they started their trip in the beginning of the movie. The glass in the
window is replaced and a new car stands on display behind it. Second couple
sits in car.
Finally first couple reaches the ocean beach. The woman gets off the leather
seat. Close-up shot of the seat shows moisture where she was sitting. It evaporates
in the sun and the seat is dry.
Translated from Russian by Mikhail Armalinsky.