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Somebody Stopped the Calliope by Peter Baltensperger

The last orgy at Phillip and Sylvia’s house was by far the best and the biggest they ever had at their place. They were known among their friends for always doing everything just right. They started out small, as any small business should, and then gradually expanded, being careful not to expand too quickly, and finally reached the almost-fifty mark. It was supposed to be the real fifty mark, but Jim and Sonja and Bob and Cindy didn’t show up. Nobody knew where they were or why they didn’t come.

Perhaps they went to the carnival. Everybody always knew when the carnival was in town because of the distinctive sound of the calliope. Everybody remembered going to the carnival when they were children, and then again as parents when they had children of their own. The women remembered the pleasant feeling of arousal when they straddled the wooden horses with the metal poles on the carousel and rode around and around, bobbing up and down. Perhaps Jim and Sonja and Bob and Cindy were riding around on the carousel, bobbing up and down.

In any case, they missed the best ever orgy at Phillip and Sylvia’s house. Phillip and Sylvia always hosted the best orgies in town. They prepared everything very carefully, they selected their guests very carefully, and they played the host and hostess roles to perfection. Everybody knew they could always count on the couple to be the most gracious hosts. As a result, their house was full of very happy people, sprawled all over the place. With so many people in attendance at this particular orgy, it was quite difficult for everybody to find a satisfactory place for their various activities.

Some were standing in the living room, drinks in hand. The men were fondling breasts, the women were stroking penises. Everybody was talking, mostly about breasts and penises. Two women had their men on all fours on the floor. The men had leather collars around their necks with a leash attached to them. The women were sitting on their backs, straddling them like horses, holding the leashes in one hand and riding crops in the other. They kept tugging at the leashes and whipping their steeds’ flanks and buttocks with the riding crops as the men made their way slowly and carefully around the room.

“Giddy-up,” the women said. “Giddy-up.”

Two couples were taking turns on the table in the dining room, switching partners with every turn. Out in the hallway, a couple was trying to get comfortable on the carpeted floor and get something going. Two couples were making use of the stairway, holding on to the railing so as not to roll down the stairs. Another couple occupied the bathroom upstairs, doing things to each other under the shower. In the spare bedroom, two couples were taking turns stimulating each other and sharing their sexual skills. The room was equipped with all kinds of leather paraphernalia, collars and leashes and face masks and whips and sundry other items, but the two couples weren’t quite at that stage yet. They were planning to make use of some of the equipment later on.

In the master bedroom, three couples were rolling around on the king-size bed, everybody fondling everybody’s breasts, everybody stroking everybody’s penises, everybody rubbing everybody’s clits. Everybody was moaning and groaning and yelping and screaming with delight. A fourth couple was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, watching the proceedings on the bed. The man was working a vibrator for the woman. After she came, the man stretched out on the floor on his back. The woman climbed on top of him and straddled him like a horse.

The vibrator and the calliope are both instruments. They are both designed to make music, albeit of quite a different kind. In a dimly lit workshop in a village somewhere far away, it was well past midnight and everybody was asleep, but an inventor was working on a vibrator with the soundtrack of a calliope built in. He had a miniature carousel on a shelf, with miniature horses going around and around, and a miniature tape to record the sound. The vibrator isn’t likely to be on the market in the near future, as it will take the inventor many more sleepless nights to perfect his invention.

It was well past midnight in Phillip and Sonja’s house when things were beginning to slow down. People were starting to get tired from all their activities. Some of them were beginning to make themselves comfortable wherever they happened to be. One by one, the couples started to fall asleep, and before long the house grew peaceful and quiet, just as any other house in town.

Only Phillip and Sylvia were still awake. They had spent the evening circulating among their guests, making sure they all had everything they needed, taking care of spills and other minor accidents, and generally playing their host and hostess roles. They had a special room in the basement, strictly reserved for themselves, and they retired to their room as they did at the end of every orgy (and on numerous occasions in-between), when they were completely alone in the house.

The next day, they all went to the carnival and rode around on the carousel. The women were straddling the horses, bobbing up and down, remembering their childhood experiences. The men stood beside them, pretending to lead the horses around and around. The calliope was playing its tunes and everybody was having a great time. They stayed until evening, when the carnival closed its gates.

It was the last day of the carnival, and after everyone had left, the calliope stopped. The carnival workers took everything apart, loaded it into trucks, and drove off into the night, on to their next destination.

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Peter Baltensperger is a Canadian writer of Swiss origin and the author of ten books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction. His stories, poems, essays and articles have also appeared in several hundred publications around the world. His erotic writing has been published in The International Journal of Erotica, In the Buff, Erotic Tales, My Wife and Her Lovers, and Kairos, is forthcoming in The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions, and appears online in Lucrezia Magazine, Oysters & Chocolate, Eros Monthly, Bare Back Magazine, and Samarel Artcore Fantasies. He makes his home in London (Canada) with his wife Viki and their two cats and a tortoise.

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