Marsha pressed her thigh tightly against Bob's at the bar in the "Playpen" as they watched the straight-laced waiter pouring the guests large drinks of the thick green Pernod. Bob mused at the sudden change of color from the medium green to a thick milky-white when lie added the water to it. Like a lot of us, he thought dryly to himself, changes color with the slightest provocation.
"Impressed with the crowd?" she interrupted Bob's thoughts with an extra hard pressure against the side of his thigh.
"If all these people under the masks are who you say they are then you're right about traveling in the best of company."
"Believe me, they are, but don't you dare let on you know I've told you who some of them are. That's breaking the rules for the first part of the evening. You're not supposed to have the slightest idea who you are ending up with until it's all over."
"Well, from what I've seen so far, I don't think I can go wrong no matter who I grab. I'm just glad these masks don't cover the most important part of the package."
"I think you'll find they're quite talented underneath too." she laughed.
"Not too talented, I hope. I don't know if I can stand another lesson like I received from a certain neighbor the other night."
"Mmmm," she reached over and pressed his hand. "Wish I could continue that lesson right now but hostess duties call. I've got to circulate and make certain everything's all right with the guests. You be a good boy and help by making a little polite conversation with a gal I'm going to send over. I would suggest doing it right too, her husband is loaded and it could be a very, very good account."
"Send her around, I think I can handle anything now," he smiled at her through the oval shaped opening in the thin flesh-like mask.
Bob watched her disappear into the small crowd standing in groups around the room. There couldn't have been over twenty or twenty-five people but with the dim purple light it looked like more. They almost filled the center of the chamber and gave it a close warm look that allayed his earlier fears of not fitting into something like this. He raised his glass to his lips feeling the now familiar taste of the absinthe drain cool and clear into his throat. His mouth was still a little dry from his earlier nervousness and the drink was just what he needed.
He couldn't help but feel a little cocky as he gazed around the dimly lit room and compared his own well conditioned body to most of those present. Though he couldn't see their faces he could tell by the slight paunches extending over the men's belts that they were all in the early middle-age stage. It contrasted noticeably with their women. They were for the most part much younger and in much better condition than their husbands. Evidently, they had all chosen well, much as Harry Burns had done. Money, he smiled to himself, can buy anything, even love. Perhaps it wasn't always the truest kind in the romantic sense but it was close enough to the real thing not to matter that much. Love was only a matter of feeling secure anyway. What better way for a young girl to feel secure than with a million dollar bank account?
In the last few days he had just begun to understand this. Old Jordan had called him into the office Tuesday and informed him that he had gotten the Burns account. It had been a simple statement on his part but Bob could feel for the first time since he had come to work for the bank a sudden new-found respect the last few days, on the part of not only Jordan but his co-workers as well. Suddenly, they all knew who he was and people were greeting him in the mornings in the office that had never spoken to him before. Yes, success did help and by God, this slight taste of it he had just experienced had just whetted his appetite for more. He had heard all his life that it took more than just brains and business ability to get along in the financial world and it looked as though, thanks to Marsha, he had found out what the "more than" was. If he could wangle a few more accounts like this one from her husband, he would be on easy street with the bank for the rest of his career. It shouldn't take long and if he just watched himself carefully he could do it without Carol ever finding out about what he had to do to make it.
"Hello," he heard a soft honeyed voice purr next to him. "Someone let my glass run dry."
"Well, we can't let that happen, now can we," Bob smiled down through the mask at the girl who leaned against the bar where Marsha had been a few minutes before. He couldn't tell what her face looked like but it didn't really matter. From the neck down was all he needed to see. She had all it took and the tight knit mini-dress hid little of it. The girl sensed his eyes roaming over her body in the dim light and turned slightly to the side so that he got a quick glimpse of the profile of the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. Carol had a nice set, he had to admit, but if there was ever a pair that might compete with them they were standing out right in front of him.
"Our hostess says I'm to look after you for awhile," she said in the soft mellow voice that reminded Bob a little of Lauren Bacall. But there the resemblance ended. This girl was built, smallish, but she was built.
"Under normal circumstances I would tell the hostess that I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself," he grinned, "but I doubt seriously if I could have improved any on her choice this time."
"Glad you approve," the girl smiled. "My name's Susan, what's yours?"
"Bob," he said, purposely omitting the last name as he noticed she had done.
"That's nice," she smiled again, "It sounds so substantial. I don't like all the Rocks, Tabs, and so on people are naming their children these days, sounds as though they'll blow away tomorrow."
"They will, don't worry. Here, have your drink. It's all refreshed."
"Good, come on over and meet some of the other people. I want to show you off even if I can't see all of you yet."
"Let's go," he said, taking the hand she offered and following her off toward a small group on the other side of the room. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Marsha had said she would make certain he got the biggest ones first and it looked as though he was going to enjoy more than just landing this account. He felt slightly guilty for a moment when he thought of Carol sitting quietly at home while he played like this, but then he had no other choice, not if they were to stay on this side of the tracks and meet all the expenses his new job entailed.
Carol followed close behind Harry Bums as they descended the steps down into the basement. She felt kind of silly with the rubber mask covering her face but then again was grateful for the anonymity it afforded her. The thin rubbery material covered the whole of her facial features and she had put her hair back in a long golden pony-tail which was an unusual style for her. This, coupled with the new dress she was wearing, should make it impossible for Bob or anyone else to recognize her. Harry had been right about the effect. She doubted sincerely if even her mother would have known her at this minute.
In spite of the light-headed feeling the martinis had left her with, she could still feel a small knot of fear growing in her stomach. There was still no way of knowing if this were some kind of trick on the part of Harry Burns just to get her over here but she had to see for herself. The lipstick on Bob's shirt, plus the recording, were just too much evidence against him and if he were here it would take all the will-power she had not to turn loose on him and begin berating right in front of all the other guests. At any rate, she thought, as she walked alongside Harry Burns down the corridor, it's too late now. You've made a bargain with him to see if there really is anything going on between his wife and Bob so you'll just have to stick it out no matter how bad it becomes.
"Remember now," Harry whispered over to her as they entered the large circular room. "Don't go ogling at people right away to try and find him, we have a long time and don't want to give ourselves away."
"Alright, I won't," she whispered back in promise, her heart beating a mile a minute as they walked toward the circular bar along the left wall.
Carol was amazed just as Bob had been when he had first walked into the chamber and her first thought was to turn back toward the door and run but the horrible thought of Bob possibly being here strengthened her resolve to stick it out no matter how rough it might become. She just had to know for her own personal satisfaction if he was playing her for the fool. What she would do when she found out, she could decide then, but right now she just had to know if it were true.
"What on earth kind of a party is this?" she whispered to Harry as they found a place at the crowded bar.
"It's a friendly little get together where people drink a lot and forget their troubles." He answered back in a low voice, motioning to the bartender with two fingers at the same time. "They show stag films and things like that to get everyone nice and friendly. Ever seen one?"
"N-No I haven't," she whispered back, her voice cracking slightly. "A-Are they too bad?"
"Depends on what you call bad," he chuckled softly, handing her one of the drinks the bartender placed in front of him. "They get one nice and heated up if you like that sort of thing."
Carol was more than glad she had the mask now as she could feel herself blushing at his candid answer to her question.
"And remember," he added. "I warned you it could get rough so just stay with me and don't get panicked when they start the fun and games. We've got to look like we're enjoying each other like everyone else so no one will get suspicious."
She watched him raise the glass to his lips and take a deep swallow and did the same, glad to have something in her hand to stop her from shaking. She was surprised at the first taste of the cool licorice bubbling smoothly down her throat. She had expected something that tasted much stronger to be served at a party like this. She tipped the glass again, her throat parched from her nervousness and the number of martinis she had drunk at home with Harry while they had been listening to that horrible recording.
"Hey," Harry warned, keeping his voice down. "You're really going at it."
"Mmmm," she mumbled with a full mouth, "It's good. What is it?"
"Just a light drink," he lied with a slight twinkle in his eye. "But be careful, I don't want you to get too out of it. We've got some investigating to do. Guess these won't hurt though. Here give me your glass, you finished that one like you really needed it."
Carol passed her glass over to him, feeling the slight lightheadedness she had had from the martinis returning. It had almost worn off with her taking time out to dress and from the walk over here but now she could feel it slowly taking control of her body again. Except… this time it seemed to be different. This drink didn't have the dull slowing effect the martinis seemed to have. The glow was there, but otherwise, it didn't seem to dull her thinking at all. She liked it and sipped heavily again as Harry Burns passed her a new drink. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade throughout her whole body as she turned from the bar and looked around the room. She had to squint her eyes to see any distance because of the dimness of the light but still, she could make out with reasonable clarity, the small groups of threes and fours scattered around the floor in idle conversation. She strained to see if she could find Bob in any of the groups, but with the light the way it was, it was almost impossible.
"How on earth are we ever going to see if my husband is here if we stay at the bar?" She turned to Harry and whispered impatiently in a low tone.
"Don't you worry," he reached over and patted her arm, warmly this time. "We'll run into him sooner or later. We've just got to let nature take its course now. So just relax baby, and let's have a few more of these to get us in a good fighting mood.
Carol shivered slightly from the sudden change of tone in his voice and the boldness of his touch. Before, he had been almost defensive in his conversation with her, the hurt voice of a wronged husband, but now suddenly it had changed in a matter of a few moments. She detected a certain confidence that suddenly frightened her and for some reason made her feel more alone than she had ever felt in her entire life. She turned to her glass again for the warmth it had given before and almost hoped now that Bob would be here to save her if she had gotten in over her head. Jean's warning about Burns going to any length to get her in bed flickered through her mind again for a brief moment, but again, she pushed the thought away. He had to be sincere, with the recording and all, there could just be no mistake about Bob's infidelity to her.
She was just raising her glass to her lips again when she felt a slight pressure on her side away from Harry Burns. She turned to find someone pushing against her trying to get at the bar and moved a little toward Harry to give him room.
"Give me two more," a voice behind the mask said. Carol froze.
It was Bob's voice. After three years of marriage she would recognize it under any circumstances. Harry sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. She made no move to resist. The shock of hearing Bob's voice in this place had made her totally incapable of resistance. She felt the softness of her breasts crushed tightly against Harry's chest.
"What's wrong?" he whispered close in her ear.
"Shhhh," was all she could manage. Bob was so close to her that she was afraid he could hear them whispering back and forth to each other. She stood immobile for what seemed an eternity, allowing the softness of her body to be squeezed tightly into Harry Burns' chest. She didn't dare breath until the moment long minutes later when her husband picked up the drinks the bartender brought and carried them back across the room. She watched him out of the corner of her eye handing one to a small blonde girl who snaked her arm around his waist in a familiar gesture. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Bob reciprocate, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close against him.
Tiny droplets of tears brimmed into the corners of her eyes as she stared across the dim room, seeing for the first time with her own eyes, her husband holding another woman. She was hardly conscious of Harry Burns speaking next to her.
"Was that him?"
"Y-Yes, damn him," she managed after a short pause.
Harry pulled his handkerchief from his pocket for the second time that evening and dabbed gently at the corners of her eyes.
"You'll smear your make-up."
"I don't care," she replied. "I've never felt so humiliated and hurt in my whole life."
"You'd better care," Harry said, a harsh tone in his voice. "Remember, we've got a bargain. We've got to catch them in the act."
Carol took the handkerchief from his hand and continued dabbing her eyes.
"Give me another drink, please." she said simply. "I think I need a few."
"That's a good girl," Harry smiled down at her, pushing their glasses across the bar. "Now you're talking."
He reached over and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her close back to him. Carol let herself fall limply against him, all fight taken from her. She had come here with the faint hope that somehow there had been a mistake with the recording, but there hadn't been. He had been lying to her all along about the business party tonight and had just used it as an excuse to get away and cheat on her. Well, she would see just how far this thing would go. If he could have his fun, so could she. She could hurt him just as much as he could her and if she had to step out of line to do it then, damn it, she would. She pulled heavily against the drink Harry handed her, feeling the soothing liquid coursing through her blood like a sedative. The hurt and humiliation were gradually fading with the smooth lightheadedness the drink was bringing on. A slow burning anger seethed inside her, blotting away the tears that had formed from the shock she had just been subjected to.
Harry had slipped his hand up her side and cupped it warmly just beneath her breast. He could see the slow change coming over her as the Pernod began its gradual conscience-killing effect. He knew it wouldn't be long now before this little bird was his. She had received her second shock of the evening and in a little while she would get the final killing jolt that would knock out any resistance she had left. He knew Marsha would do her part well.
"Let's grab our place for the movie that's comin' up, sweetie. We don't want to be left out."
Carol followed behind him as he guided her with his arm around her waist along the side of the room to the circular couch that lined the wall. He sat down, pulling her down alongside him. She had to almost crawl over the seat. It was so wide that when they were leaning back against the deep soft back cushion just their feet were hanging over the edge. About every four feet was a thick arm rest separating the seats from each other. She had difficulty making it without spilling her drink but Harry took it from her hand and she settled back comfortably with him. He handed her her drink back and curled his arm behind her, pulling her over tight against him.
"More like a bed, isn't it?" he laughed softly.
"Yes," she answered without feeling. "How long do we have to wait here?"
"Just a minute. The others are taking their seats now."
She strained her eyes through the semi-darkness again and could see the small group Bob and the blonde girl had been standing with breaking up into pairs and walking toward the couches. She watched angrily as she could see him guiding the girl toward a place several seats down from where she and Harry sat. Just as they were ready to sit another woman approached them and said a few words in a whisper she could not hear. Bob left the blonde with a shrug of his shoulders and followed her over toward Carol and Harry. Carol held her breath, afraid to breathe as they sat down on the section right next to them on her side.
Harry smiled quietly to himself. Marsha was doing her job well, he thought, and he could hardly wait to see Carol's reaction when the action really started.
"They're right next to me." She turned and breathed almost inaudibly in his ear. "What'll we do?"
"Just keep quiet." he whispered back. "But we've got to really look like we're lovin' it up so we don't bring attention to ourselves."
"W-What do we have to do?" she whispered in alarm. She hadn't expected things to have gone this far even though in her anger she had had some rash thoughts earlier. She could never in her life let another man do anything to her no matter how angry she became at Bob. It just wouldn't be right.
"Nothing so bad," Harry assured, "just enough cuddling to make them think we're part of the party. If they find out now, we're both cooked, so just don't go fighting me off if I make it look like I'm getting hot pants."
"Y-You don't have to talk like that," she objected into his ear, feeling again the numbing fear rising in her body. What if he did do something now? With Bob here she couldn't do a thing about it. If she made the slightest unusual sound he would know it was his wife next to him. She just couldn't let him recognize her under these circumstances even if he were doing the same thing right next to her. A woman could forgive a man for indiscretion but a man could never forgive a woman no matter how unfair it was. Wild thoughts of jumping up and running raced through her mind. He would think it were just another of the women here getting sick or something but the tightness of Harry Burns arm kept her pressed hard back into the cushion. She would just have to wait it out until a chance came when the movie was over.
"Ohhh, I like you touching my nipple like that," she heard Marsha Burns' voice drift hoarsely over from next to her. Her face flushed in anger beneath the mask and she couldn't help turning her head slightly and see what they were doing out of the corner of her eye.
To her amazed horror, Bob had his hand inserted down in the front of the woman's dress and was massaging her breasts. She had her head back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face.
"Your husband's quite a lover," Burns whispered contemptuously in her ear.
"How could he?" She said clenching her teeth, her voice rising in anger.
Harry Burns jerked her head abruptly toward him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly to her grinding his mouth tightly to hers. She groaned and struggled limply for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressed hard into the softness of her breast.
"Shhh," he whispered into her mouth. "They heard you. Relax. We have to make it look good."
She let herself go limp as he commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing into her mouth. The thought crossed her mind that it was the first time another man had kissed her since she had been married. She had almost forgotten what it was like and had to admit to herself that he did know what he was doing. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
"There," he said, whispering into her ear, "Don't say anything else. You'll give us away."
Carol lifted her glass to her lips and drained it, desperately trying to collect her confused thoughts. She had never thought another man kissing her could do this to her, particularly with her husband sitting not more than three feet away. But before she could pursue the thought further the large white screen flickered to life in front of them.
The waiter was making the rounds, passing out fresh drinks to the couples stretched out on the couches and Carol pressed hers greedily to her lips as she glued her eyes to the screen.
She was afraid to look over at Bob and Harry's wife for fear of what she would see. The soft mewling sounds coming from her lips and the grating noise of his heavy, deep breathing told the story well enough. She could see through the dim light the vague shapes of other couples wrapped in tight embraces around the room. No one seemed to be paying any attention whatsoever to anyone else.
Her eyes glanced back to the screen just as the title, "THE TUTOR" came on in large letters in color. She had never seen one of these movies before though she had heard a great deal about them and didn't have the vaguest idea what to expect. She had a slight tinge of doubt in her mind about whether or not she could sit through it if it was as awful as she had heard they were, but in another sense she was grateful for it. It took her mind momentarily off the entwined bodies of her husband and her neighbor's wife next to her.
Harry Burns pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second and lewd, obscene thoughts of the things he would do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delicious kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would turn her every way but up and then maybe that way too. She'd know she had been fucked when he finished with her, that was sure.
On the screen a man sat looking at a book. At first glance, it appeared as though he were reading it but the angle of the camera turned and it could be seen that he had photographs secreted between the pages. His eyes gleamed as he studied them and the camera came in for a close-up showing the rounded lips of a woman enclosed over a hard rigid cock. Her eyes were tightly closed in obvious rapture over the task she was performing.
Harry felt his young neighbor jump slightly from the sudden unexpected scene but he held her tighter, pressing his hand harder against the softness of her breast.
The man started to turn the page, but suddenly turned toward the door. Someone was knocking. He closed the book and went to the door, opening it and letting in a young blonde schoolgirl of about eighteen. She was dressed in a Catholic girls' school uniform and carried a set o f books cradled in her arms. He showed her to the table and gave her the seat across from him. She sat down and shyly opened her book to the page he indicated and he gave her an assignment. There was no sound but the actions of the two indicated clearly what they were doing. The man left the room and the girl began studying her assignment. After a few moments, she reached over and took her tutor's book to check something. She opened it to the pages where he had the pictures secreted and the camera showed a sudden shocked expression cross over her face. It was apparent that her first reaction was to close the book and slide it back across the table but her curiosity overcame her fear of being discovered by the tutor. She began to slowly shuffle through the packet of pictures. A close-up showed the various positions of intercourse the subjects in the pictures were in. The camera switched to the girl's face, showing the wide-eyed amazement in her expressions. As the camera remained focused on her face, a slow change could be seen coming over her. Her emotions gradually changed from one of amazement to one of open mouthed excitement. The effect the pictures were having on her were apparent as the audience could see her eyes slowly dilate and the unmistakable smoky haze of passion flicker through them. She began breathing hard and the camera dropped to the floor under the table. It was positioned so that it looked straight up between her legs. She had pulled her skirt up slightly and had inserted her finger under the leg band of her white nylon panties. She was stroking softly the narrow moist slit of her vagina. It could be seen glistening wetly between her open legs as she suddenly shoved her finger deep in the tight little pussy and began fingering herself in time to her excited breathing.
Carol held her breath, as she watched the scenes taking place on the screen. She had never in her life seen anything like it and again was grateful for the protective covering of the mask over her face. It all looked so real and true to life she couldn't believe it and through the lightheaded intoxicating haze of the Pernod, which all of a sudden seemed to be hitting her with greater force. She could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl on the screen and pressed her thighs tight together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and worked its way down slowly to the sensuous point between her legs. Harry pressed harder into the softness of her breast and she made no move to resist as she could feel the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the thinness of her brassiere. She knew she would have to stop him soon before things ran away with them but she would wait for a moment until the delicious tingle between her legs subsided.
A sudden look of horror came on the girls face on the screen. The tutor had suddenly opened the door and caught her fingering herself with the pictures in front of her. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and marched her over to the couch in the corner where he pulled her down across his knees. Her legs kicked wildly behind her as he lifted her skirt up over the soft round globes of her buttocks and began spanking her through the panties with the palm of his hand. The girl kicked and screamed under the harsh pounding of the tutor, her scantily covered little buttocks quivering piteously before each cruel blow.
The camera showed a close-up of his face where a cruel glint shone brightly in his eyes. The camera switched to her buttocks again where he began drawing the flimsy white panties down over their delicious firm roundness. Angry red welts stood out on them from the spanking he had just given her. Tears of pain ran in streams from her sobbing eyes as she felt the soft nylon being drawn slowly over her buttocks and across her thighs. Her face turned toward him with a pleading expression, tears streaming from her eyes. She was begging him to stop. He pushed her from his lap to the floor and walked over to the table and picked up the packet of dirty pictures. He pulled several of them from it and returned to the prostrate young girl who had struggled to her knees. He held several of the photographs, with the more sadistic positions, in front of her face talking threateningly to her all the time. The poor, fear-struck girl kneeled in front of him nodding her head in agreement. Obviously, he was threatening to turn her in to the Mother Superior if she didn't follow his demands as outlined in the pictures. Quaking with fear, she rose to her feet and began stripping the clothing from her young budding body. The man with an evil grin on his face did the same. His pants fell to the floor quickly and his big, rigid penis could be seen standing out in front of him like the thick stump of a tree. He obviously had been chosen for the part because of this special endowment that appeared at least seven inches in length. The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before the grinning man completely naked, her arms crossed futilely over her well-developed, firm, young breasts. The hair covering the mound at the base of her white little belly was soft and sparse and the tiny folds of flesh covering the narrow slit of her vagina were plainly visible. The man gleefully made her sit down on the front edge of the cushion of a big easy chair and drape her legs up and out over either arm. He knelt down between her wide spread thighs with the camera zeroing in for a close-up of her pussy just over the top of his head. He reached forward placing one thumb on either side of the narrow hair-lined slit and spread the tender lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tight cunt. The camera zoomed in closer and her tiny clitoris could be seen throbbing gently in the air just above the tight elastic cuntal opening.
Carol hardly dared to breathe. The Pernod had turned her body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe what she was seeing on the screen in front of her or the feelings it was causing to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Harry Burns had pulled her so close against him now she could hardly move and during the excitement of the young girl undressing, inserted his hand down the vee of her neck and cupped a naked breast. She could feel small pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny hardening nipples maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head toward her and locked his lips wetly against hers. She tried for a moment to twist away but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state.
"Cooperate, they're looking toward us," he breathed into her mouth.
She had almost forgotten about Bob and Harry's wife in her concentration on the movie and let herself relax gently against him. She had to make it look good, she rationalized through the haze of the Pernod. Bob must never find out she was here. He would kill her, but she laughed secretly, he deserved everything she was doing. It gave her a secret sense of power to be lying here in someone else's arms with his hands bringing delicious sensations from her throbbing breasts while her husband lay a few feet away doing the same thing to another woman and not even knowing she was here.
Perhaps, she mused dreamily through the wonderful sensation the absinthe covered her with, she had been missing something in turning down all those passes she received when she had been working to help support them. She thrust her tongue back sharply at Harry Burns as he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew how to kiss. Bob, in all the time they had been married had never kissed her with such wild animal abandon and passion and she squirmed hard down into the seat. All the hurt and humiliation she had felt before were gone and the Pernod had tempered her anger so that all she felt now was a relaxed justification for being here. She had just as much right as Bob did in enjoying something like this. As long as, of course, it didn't go too far and Harry did seem like such a gentleman. He had been looking after her interest all evening and she was grateful to him for being so considerate. He wasn't at all the way Jean had described him that first morning she had come over. Admitted, he was a bit crude in his language and appearance but this didn't matter, they were both sharing this sordid secret of the affair between his wife and her husband which was a very strong bond between two people.
Harry withdrew his lips from hers and looked back toward the screen.
"God damn, look at that," he turned and whispered heavily into her ear, his hand tightening harder on her breast.
She turned her head slightly and caught the view of the screen just as the man's head moved forward toward the moist pink slit he was parting with his fingers. There was a profile view now of his face and the girl's vagina with the tiny reddish clitoris still quivering from her obvious excitement. The man's tongue snaked out and the tip swiped across the throbbing flesh sending the tiny bud into a jerking hardness that brought groans of delight from those watching in the room. He teased it wetly for a moment with his tongue and then began running it up and down the full length of the widely spread slit bringing contorted expressions of joy to the girl's face that could now be seen in the camera.
Carol could feel a sudden twitch between her own legs and again pressed them tightly together to try and stop the maddening sensation.
The girl wrapped her hands into the man's thick black head of hair and the muscles in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face forward with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against his face as he sunk his tongue with a sudden lizard-like thrust deep into the tightness of her clasping pussy. She now was a raw quivering mass of desire and writhed and twisted like a slow moving belly dancer under the man's hot probing tongue.
There was a groan next to her and Carol wanted to look but she didn't dare.
"Marsha's sucking him," Harry whispered with heavy breath.
She turned slightly, unable to stop herself and got a sudden clear view through the darkness of Harry's wife's head working up and down over her husband's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his erect penis. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh God," Carol moaned, turning back to Burns and hiding her face tightly into his shoulder. "They're doing something awful."
She hadn't expected this. Kissing, yes. But not this right out in front of everyone else. Again, small tears brimmed through her eyes. She thought a moment ago she had herself in control and that she could handle herself under any circumstances but now she found she couldn't. The awful sight of his penis disappearing into Harry's wife's hungry, sucking mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from next to her were just like the recording, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear other like sounds coming from around the room too as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the screen, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She burrowed her head tightly into Harry's shoulder to try and shut the sounds away but it did not help, they were everywhere, coming at her from all sides. Again, she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but lie here in Harry Burns arms and listen in torment while his wife made love to her husband. She turned her face back to the screen hoping it would drive his groans of pleasure away from her ears.
The man had risen from the floor now and climbed up on the soft cushioned arms of the chair. He was kneeling in front of the girl's face with his knees straddling her body on both sides. His giant rigid cock stood out in the air like a huge fleshy monster. He had his hand around it, rubbing the wet lubricated head softly against her tightly clenched lips. It was apparent she didn't want to open them but he reached forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly together. She fought for a moment moving her head from side to side in desperation until with a sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. The man flicked his hips forward sliding the huge blood-filled head deep within the confines of her tender lips. Again she fought but he tangled his hands cruelly into her hair and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion. Her lips hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovaled lips as he drew back, and then disappeared back inside as he slid it gently forward again. He began a rhythmic sawing, back and forth, never quite drawing it out all the way but leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. After a moment, the girl seemed to warm to her task and reached up between his wide spread thighs and cradled the softness of his testicles in her palms. She stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously at his thrusting cock above. From the profile it appeared as a thick wet glistening piston of flesh moving methodically in and out of her hungrily-nibbling lips.
Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Carol jerking her attention from the screen.
Harry's wife had lifted her dress up over her hips and crawled up Bob's body. She obviously had worn no panties as Carol had not heard the tell tale noise of clothing being removed. She was straddling him, the round whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long thin cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and guiding him into her. Carol held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of her husband's prick make contact with the moist open flanges of Marsha's cunt. She moved it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a moment, parting the soft pubic hair, and then with a slight "oooomph," ground her buttocks hard down on it.
Carol's eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched Bob's throbbing cock slide slowly up into the wet clasping lips of Harry's wife's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all Carol could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his cock protruding from the tight moist lips surrounding it. She knew she should scream and reach out and tear them apart but the tranquilizing effect of the Pernod and the tightness of Harry's arms holding her to the couch would not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Marsha began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Bob until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, with an "oooomph" each time she made the movement, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
Carol turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making love, particularly her own husband, and found it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she had expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering deep between her thighs. She closed her eyes and pressed her face back tightly into Harry's shoulder but still the vision of Bob's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of Marsha's vagina raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tight but could not blot out the lewd inciting picture. Their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of intercourse drifted across to her ears magnifying the obscene image a thousand times.
Harry's hand ground harder into her breast as he too suddenly became aware of the wet coupling of the two bodies next to them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless groan into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her body to squirm again down against the seat in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her.
"He's fucking my wife," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you see them?"
"Y-Yes," she mumbled back, the lewd word strangely exciting her.
"I believe in an eye for an eye," he whispered roughly and pulling her on her side so that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into hers sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks and pulling her loins tight into his.
"Oh, no, God no, we can't, we can't," she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of bringing attention to them. Bob mustn't find out she was here, he just mustn't. He would never forgive her and it would destroy all chances of working something out between them when she confronted him with the fact that she knew he was having an affair with their neighbor's wife.
"Why not, your husband's fucking my wife? I'm just going to even the score and fuck his wife, by God." He whispered as though he meant it.
"Oh! Please don't do it to me," she pleaded, tears again bubbling to her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly then Bob would certainly hear and all their chances of any future happiness would be ruined forever. Oh, why hadn't she listened to Jean and not let her curiosity run away with her? Why hadn't she been satisfied with the evidence from the tape recorder?
Her body stiffened as she felt Harry begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals. The sweet licorice taste of the Pernod wafted lazily through her bloodstream intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her against her will. She clenched her eyes tightly shut fighting against it with all her strength, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her nipple and the hardness of his penis grinding into her crotch, brought further soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to another woman not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured girl's mind.
"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this little swap."
"Oh, don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delicious feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. "N-No one but my husband has ever done it to me before."
"Always a first time for everything, chicken." He laughed softly, dropping his hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly.
"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't." She sobbed, still conscious of Bob's groans of wild abandoned passion next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Harry's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away using all her willpower to overcome the strange sensations building up still against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good. That'll teach that husband of yours to keep his prick in his pants around my wife," Harry grinned triumphantly to himself. "You ain't ever gonna be happy with what you're gettin' at home again."
Carol gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly coming into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as she felt him slipping a finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the throbbing tiny head of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She couldn't make a sound. Bob would know, he would know, and he just couldn't find out it was his own wife wrapped in this horrible obscene embrace with Harry Burns right in front of him. All she could do was to lie here helplessly while he roamed his hands over her body at will and took all the indecent liberties with her he desired. There was nothing she could do and the tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down over her face, as in her horror she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger rummaging between her thighs.
"Spread 'em a little, baby," Harry breathed harshly into her mouth, "Daddy wants it open wide."
"Oh God, please don't do it here. I couldn't stand it," she pleaded softly through her tears and desire. "Don't let my husband see you doing it to me."
"Promise you'll do it my way if we go somewhere?" he whispered with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes, anything," she implored, "but please don't let him watch us."
Harry rose from the couch and pulled her up by the hand giving her just a moment to smooth her dress down. He led her quickly toward the bar, stopping to fill their glasses and then, once more, pulled her by the hand out of the room and into the corridor.
Carol was so emotionally upset from the Pernod and the horrible sight of her husband making love to another woman that she was hardly conscious of what she was doing or where she was going. It wasn't until he had led her into the room and closed the door behind them that she suddenly realized what she had said to him in her desperation back in the other room. The full impact of the evil thought of another man making love to her suddenly hit her. She had to get out of this awful mess she had gotten herself into and had to do it quick or it would be too late!
She suddenly turned toward the door and grabbing the knob tried with all her strength to pull it open.
It was locked!
Harry Burns laughed behind her as she struggled desperately, but to no avail, against the unyielding handle. Finally, realizing the futility of her efforts she sagged forward against the door and sobbed helplessly.
"Oh please let me out, Mr. Burns, please. I'll do anything but this. I-I just can't go through with it."
"Too late now, baby," he said with a cold, cruel grin playing across his lips. "Remember, an eye for an eye. Besides, what are you worrying about? He's out there balling my wife, don't you think we ought to get even?"
"Yes, yes, but not like this." She pleaded desperately. "We can sit down and talk with them later."
"Not on your life," he laughed aloud. "Old Daddy here doesn't play that way. Besides, I've been looking forward to this since I saw you working out in the yard last Sunday with those tight-assed little shorts on. Alan, what a picture you make in those."
"Y-You mean you thought about this before?" The brutal realization that she had been led into this like a naive young schoolgirl suddenly hit her with the impact of a cannon ball.
"Hell yes," he gloated proudly. "You don't think that husband of yours is any better than anyone else with investments do you? No baby, it was those tight little pants of yours that got him that account and nothing more. And-I intend to get a lot of what's in 'em if he's going to keep it."
She stared across the room in disbelief. She couldn't believe the things he was saying. How could this crude, obscene man dare to stand there and say those things to her? He just wasn't human.
"Now come on, chicken, get that dress off and let's see what you look like in the nude."
Carol pressed herself tightly back against the door as she watched him begin stripping his clothes from his body. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror but was too frightened that he would move toward her without her knowing it. It took hut a second until he stood in front of her completely naked, this thick, hard prick standing out from beneath the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He turned toward her and with a lewd grin on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Like that, honey?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist and she watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint growing in his eyes like a hot burning ember glowing in the fire.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you," he continued his tormenting of the horrified girl, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her face like some great tidal wave of darkness. Carol tried to speak, hut she couldn't. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will, he eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her.
"D-Don't touch me." Carol finally managed to stammer through the immobilizing fear. She knew there was no escape now. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
"Are you gonna take those clothes off, or do I have to do it for you?"
Carol stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do against his strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do as he wished.
He reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a quick sudden jerk drew her hard against him cupping her face in his palms. He jerked her mask away and with an evil triumphant grin pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. "Daddy's gonna do it to you nice and easy."
Carol was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he opened it down to the tops of her buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her ankles. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and her full white breasts burst into the open air. He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his finger in the elastic waist band of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her round full buttocks and let them drop in the small skimpy pile of her other clothing around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked like the goddess Venus while she heard him panting on his knees in front of her. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically reached forward with her hands locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for total surrender he dropped his lips to the "V" of her crotch, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Carol jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backwards toward the bed. The edge caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Harry Burns leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her as she landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled to close them but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him haunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Oh God! Ooooh, Oooooooh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself, in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror, and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at her side while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into their fleshy softness, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation at the wide-spread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Carol lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her helpless, trapped body to. There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises Harry Burns was making at her crotch. Oh God, how could she ever face him again after allowing her body to be subjected to this cruel inhuman man haunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was defiling her as she never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire without so much as a scream in protest. Oh God, why did Bob have to make love to his wife! Why did he have to deceive her and leave her at the mercy of this lust-crazed beast! Carol had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
His eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The goddamn little bitch, this would teach her to run around in her yard with those short shorts on, teasing the hell out of a man. So she was too good for the likes of him, he laughed to himself, giving an extra hard thrust of the tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before the night was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. And by God she'd get it and more. Chuckling softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her crotch to his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from her tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body.
"Oooooooh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her asshole. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaggh," she groaned again as small tiny goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
Carol sobbed helplessly before his attack, and suddenly, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"Oh no! No! I can't! I can't!" the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with it's full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but the more frightening and shameful thought that her body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But, it was a losing battle as Harry Burns mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind, the dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Harry sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurable contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, by god, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed it deep into that white little belly of hers and shot his hot eager sperm all the way up in this tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who was screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it alright… and get it good.