The celebration following Mark Coleman's election took place at the country estate of Judge Julian Reed. It was well underway at one-o'clock in the morning when Dianne arrived with her husband and the Faros, immediately after the opposition's announcement of concession. The sprawling, two-storied temple of luxury was filled with chosen political dignitaries, their wives and women, along with selected couples from the country club set… all Mark Coleman supporters and Judge Reed serfs.
Dianne couldn't help but smile inwardly as she observed the gathered clan of insidious politicos, and professional leeches; a more lecherous conglomeration of males hadn't been assembled since the days of Nero, she mused, nor was one apt to find a more promiscuous group of eager, anticipating females than the mates accompanying them. Her own eyes blurred from the excess of liquor she had consumed throughout the long tiresome evening, still her wits were keen enough to see that the swapping process was progressing nicely, with couples slipping off toward the second floor at an ever increasing rate, along with some rare and stimulating performances taking place in darkened corners, nooks and crannies… wherever one might turn. Soft music composed the background, accompanied by an ample supply of absinthe and Pernod. Couples danced… rather, remained on their feet in a dry-run semblance of the sex-act they were working up to. It was a celebration all right, she decided, but Mark's victory was not the reason for it, merely the excuse… if such was necessary.
Following their entrance and the brief congratulatory well-wishes of the more experienced sycophants, Dianne saw the "kingmaker" rolling his wheelchair toward them. The sudden shock of the repugnant sight caused her to momentarily freeze and stare. His tremendous obesity was unbelievable. She was aware that because of it, he had taken to a wheelchair to make himself more mobile, that he suffered no crippling of limbs… simply that walking was too much of an effort with his vast bulk, but she'd had no idea of the enormity of his massive body. It near-nauseated her, still, she managed a smile when he said: "And you must be the delightful creature I've heard so much about." He grinned with a small, baby like mouth set in the middle of what seemed an acre of fat. Multiple chins hung below it. Tiny, wet, blue-eyes on either side of a button-nose raked her body lasciviously and a little pointed tongue popped out to lick at the red, wormish lips. His hair, straight and sparse, was jet-black, his flesh, pink-hued; he looked thirtyish rather than a man in his mid-fifties.
Dianne swallowed tightly and heard Mark introduce her. With an effort, she responded to his compliments, remained stark still while he continued to ogle her, then, let off a little inward sigh as he acknowledged the others and moved into political conversation with the new young senator. Abruptly, it was done, the Judge suddenly wheeling about and disappearing through a doorway, leaving them.
"I-I had no idea," Dianne said, looking at Tonya Faro.
"Handsome, isn't he?" Tonya commented, smiling. "You must get to know him better, dear… and I'm sure you will."
Mark cleared his throat nervously, and Dianne watched the nasty glare he tossed in Tonya's direction. She hadn't quite caught the meaning of the attractive, dark-eyed woman's words, but frankly, it mattered little to her anyway. Nothing much in the last few days… since the horrible episode with Phillip, had moved her. She had emerged from that, heartbroken at first, then bitter, and finally more resolved than ever. The Dianne Coleman who stood amidst these cruel, greedy, licentious people, she knew, was now as cold, as calculating and determined as any one of them… and soon they'd know too. But right now, she was more concerned with keeping the semi-stupifying alcohol glow alive inside her. During the past week she had drunk more than ever before in her life, knowing that it was not an answer, merely a tranquilizer, but it had helped her from completely shattering after Phillip's brutal raping of her soft young body.
"Well, are we going to have a drink, or are we just going to stand here throwing dirty-looks around?" she said, abruptly walking around them toward the small self-service bar.
Mark caught up to her and took her arm. "Don't you think you've had enough?" he said, a touch of concern in his voice and expression.
Dianne returned his gaze, not quite contemptuously. She smiled. His growing attention and seeming regard for her welfare of late, amused her.
"I beg your pardon, Senator," she said. "But I thought this was a victory celebration… a party of some such nature…"
"Come along, Dear," A.C. Faro interrupted. "I'll fix you a drink."
Dianne slipped her arm through the handsome Commissioner's, gave him a warm smile as she saw the look of anger blanch from her husband's face.
"And you can pour me one of those nice Pernods, Darling," said Tonya wrapping a naked arm about Mark's waist. "Then, I have some other plans for you and me, involving, shall we say, the ardent pursuits of amour…"
Mark had reached one of his unpredictable, liquor-sodden moods in a matter of an hour's time, openly kissing and running his hands over a most receptive Tonya Faro. Dianne had purposely retired to the lap of A.C. in a partially secluded corner armchair where she could watch and be watched by her husband. She, too, was playing little kissing and hand games with the handsome Commissioner, but her enthusiasm was pretended, projected solely for the purpose of torturing her husband… if such it was, for to hurt him and keep hurting him as deeply as he had hurt her had become a monomania with her. Not that that alone was going to satisfy her… indeed no, it wasn't. There was much, yet, to come!
The sweet, licorice taste and effect of the multiple absinthes she had drunk spurred her on and helped loosen her morals enough so that she stopped the infernal blushing as A.C. caressed and stroked her breasts, ran his strong, large hands down her side and over her rounded hip and buttock to her thigh, smoothing with warm, arousing strokes that Mark couldn't miss seeing. However, she hadn't expected that his massaging and stroking would awaken the little prurient sensations in her… that was contrary to her purpose… but they did. She found herself responding more intently to his kisses, his tongue slipping between her lips into her mouth and she shifted on his lap, squirming her buttocks down against his leg nervously, feeling his strong thigh muscle brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the contact and the more unexpected shock it brought, her breath quickening.
Faro sensed the sudden excitement surging through her and made his kisses more fervent, increasing the urgency of his caresses. He felt his prick leap beneath her thigh and her responsive little pressure against it.
The presence of Mark and Tonya Faro in another chair somewhere near them, drifted for a moment from Dianne's fogged mind. The heat and excitement of their own actions was, contrary to her plans, begging to stimulate her hotly. She couldn't resist squirming down against his thigh again, feeling the hardened sinews of his leg push dress and panties into her slightly moistened crevice; she rubbed herself gently upon it, working the lips of her vagina open slightly against the hard flesh. Her body rocked on it in almost indiscernible rhythm while his rigid, jerking member responded in tempo against her thigh. She could feel the wetness spreading further between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with his leg; its hardness and her motion causing her panties to rub tauntingly upon her tiny, rising clitoris.
It was then that she shifted once more and turned enough to see that Mark and Tonya were no place to be seen. She sat up quickly.
"Where did they go?"
"Upstairs probably to find a stall," A.C. said smiling, his hand continuously kneading the firm, voluptuous protuberance of her right full breast, tweaking its erect throbbing nipple and sending a rich little shudder through her.
Dianne jumped off his lap. She grabbed his hand. "Come on. I want to find them and watch this. I want to see the whole damned show," she said, an unexplainable and exciting desire to play voyeur filling her.
Her glazed hazel-eyes sparkled with a tempest of flushed eagerness that stimulated A.C. Faro even more so. He got to his feet and led her off toward the stairway.
"That shouldn't be hard," he said. "The good Judge has a game-room with a row of plexiglass, soundproof, walled cubicles, each equipped with a bed. Little masks are available for those who want to wear them, but that's all. It's a unique setup, and of course you can watch your neighbors on either side."
"My God… I never heard of such a thing," Dianne gasped, the salacious idea seeming to incite her even more. "Are they lighted?"
"Oh yes… you see, the Judge likes to watch," A.C. informed her, grinning lewdly. "He has a private corridor with a door that leads into each cubicle, but he usually watches through the door's peek-hole."
"My God!" Dianne gasped again, her excitement rising at the lewd scenes flooding her mind. "Hurry. I don't want to miss a thing."
The evil fascination of the impending show between Mark and Tonya and others hotly piqued her liquor-aroused salacity. She almost ran up the stairs and along the hallway, then A.C. opened the door and she saw the large, long room, just as he'd described it; but it was almost impossible to comprehend with the lewd and obscene acts that were taking place in the occupied booths almost whichever way she turned.
Never in her most wild lustful fantasies had she ever imagined such a bacchanal circus! Naked bodies, mostly couples, but sometimes in trios and foursomes were involved in sexual action in every conceivable approach and combination! There were no masks being worn, nor sounds except for soft music that filled the long room, and Dianne suddenly had the feeling she was watching a series of silent stag movies. She saw many faces she recognized from the club and each time an identification would jar her to the heels.
"Look there," A.C. said suddenly, pointing to a familiar trio as they walked along the narrow aisle observing the lascivious acrobatics in each sound-proofed room. "Doe and Betty Rhodes making a threesome with Byron Acker."
"My God!" Dianne exclaimed, the sight of their three naked bodies stacked on top of one another with the doctor's wife sandwiched in between sending wild fermentations of lust shooting through her.
"Byron's fucking Betty in the cunt while the Doc sodomizes the Councilman," A.C. chuckled. "That's one thing about doctors, Baby… never expose your ass to them."
Dianne stood close to the glass with A.C. tight against her, his arms around her waist, his hands massaging and tweaking the nipples of her throbbing breasts beneath her dress while the hardness of his cock insinuated itself tightly into the crevice of her full, round buttocks. She felt agitating throbs pulsing in the tiny bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the growing sensations building between her legs.
"Come on… I want to find Mark," she panted excitedly.
"And I want to fuck you," A.C. hissed into her ear.
"We've… we've got to find them first, and… and then you can," she insisted. "Come on…"
They did find them, several stalls beyond, and the one next to them was empty. They went inside, closing the door and A.C. began to immediately undress her while she watched fascinated at Mark's licking and sucking of Tonya's wide open loins. Tonya lay on her back, her legs jacked back and spread wide, her hands wound tightly in his hair. Mark had worked her up to a fevered pitch and Tonya's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture… her glassy, great dark-eyes staring off into nothingness. Mark raised his head up and grinned at his prey, not yet seeing Dianne who was shivering beneath the gentle teasing hands of A.C. undressing her. She felt those hands slip beneath her now naked, vibrant breasts and lift them, one in each hand as if weighing them, then taunt the protruding button-hard nipples as he pressed his long thick cock into the crevice of her panty covered buttocks.
Momentarily, Mark's face hung but inches above Tonya's soft pubic mound below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach and his thumbs lay against the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Dianne tucked in her stomach with a gasp as his thumbs massaged a moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of Tonya's vulva. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her vagina. Simultaneously, Dianne felt A.C. kneel down behind her and his soft wet tongue slip hotly into the crevice of her now naked buttocks, just as he had done that first time, and a violent shudder rippled over the soft supple flesh of her body.
On the other side of the glass partition, Mark's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of Tonya's thin hairlined cuntal slit. Her body jerked wildly at the electric contact and Dianne's mouth gaped limply open in disbelief as she watched her naked torso twisting lustfully to the depraved sucking Mark was submitting her to.
Oddly enough, she realized, there was absolutely no feeling of hatred or bitterness at the sight of her husband performing such a vile, obscene act on another woman… no emotion whatever, except that of lewd voyeurism, and that was what she wanted to know… to be certain of… and now she was.
Suddenly, A.C. was pushing her back from the glass and getting in front of her on his knees. He slipped his hands between her legs, gently spreading her hot receptive thighs. She felt his wet lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly, the sudden contact sending a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically reached forward, locking her hands in his hair as he dropped his lips to the gently throbbing mound of her sex, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the now wet, flowering slit of her vagina.
Dianne jumped and gasped from the sudden shocking contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. "Yes, yessss… lick it, Darling! Lick my cunt for me while I watch my husband doing it to your wife!"
Her own body began a rhythmic swaying motion against A.C.'s hungry oral ministrations at her cunt while she watched that of Tonya squirming in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering slavering of Mark's tongue, lips and mouth glued leech-like to her open pussy. The whole erotic happening was immediately almost more than she could bear. The furiously wild fermentations saturating her loins and belly caused her to release her grip in A.C.'s hair and clutch at her throbbing breasts. Already the pressure of climax was mounting in her belly, and then she felt A.C.'s long thick finger slip up into her vagina, its tip flickering at the mouth of her womb as his tongue and lips laved at the plexus of her clitoris in a hot liquid envelopment of bliss.
My God, she would cum in an another second if he kept this up! She had never been this hot in her life! Her whole being seemed alive with ecstatic sensations of rapture. Oh God, she'd never get enough this night and she knew it! She closed her eyes and rolled back her head, throwing it from side to side and causing her long blonde hair to flail wildly, her firm large breasts swaying with the motion as she entwined her finger once more in A.C.'s hair to keep her equilibrium.
Then, when she reopened them, her mouth fell open in loose amazement as she watched Tonya squirm frantically from beneath her husband's mouth, twist herself over to a kneeling position and back her full round buttocks toward him as he, too, lurched upward to his knees.
Dianne watched in half stupefied amazement as they positioned themselves, still unmindful of any audience, Tonya with her face on the pillow and her soft round buttocks thrust back openly with wide-spread thighs toward Mark's jerking, rock-hard prick. Greedily, she reached behind her while Dianne watched, clasping the rigid shaft and bringing it into the cleft between the white round cheeks of her ass.
"My God!" Dianne gasped, watching the other woman place the swollen, blood-filled head tight against the small dark entrance of her puckered anus. And she continued to gape while the mounting pressure in her own loins expanded toward a pinpoint of blazing fire that seemed to be generating in tiny fulgurations from the aching tips of her breasts.
Dianne couldn't contain the moans and gasps that. A.C.'s fluid tongue and thick plunging finger were causing to erupt from deep inside her. To cum, she thought… to cum standing up and watching her own despised husband fuck into the ass of another woman was too much! Her legs began to quiver, the full round suppleness of hidden muscles in her upper thighs and buttocks trembling with galvanic sensations pressuring there: he would die with the bliss of it!
Then, she saw it… Mark's long, thick cock plunge into Tonya's tiny anal passage… inches at a time, while the helpless girl's small hands clutched insanely at the pillow, even as she grunted and skewered her beautifully rounded buttocks back onto Mark's long, fleshy rod… and as he thrust into her, she lurched backward at him, until rhythm was established. Unbelievably, Dianne watched Tonya's mouth gap in distressed joy, saw her hand move down between her thighs to her cunt lips and begin to manipulate her own vaginal slit while Mark sawed brutally and beautifully into her back passage, his head tossed back, his teeth bared.
"Oh… oh… oh… oh!" Dianne blurted, A.C.'s unceasing lovemaking undeniable. The pinpoint in her loins had been reached. She was about to burst. She grunted, then managed: "I want that! I want… fucked in the asshole. Oooooh, I want it, Darling! Next! Next! Oh my God! I'm going to cum! Darling… I'm going to cum! Suck my cunt… yessssssssssss!"
It was as if she had been struck across the small of the back with a tremendous blow. Wild and unbelievable sensations of rapture ground through her loins, filling her belly and breasts. The room swam and her knees, jelled. She felt herself being propelled backwards even as the insane ecstasy continued as she floated through air, something soft and bouncy catching her, then, A.C.'s mouth and tongue were there to lick and suck at her wildly spewing cunt, and momentarily, she wondered if she were losing her mind… moving onto another plane in this corporeal realm of existence. Her legs jerked out on either side of his head, the furious pleasure continuing to permeate her whole soft, sensitive body, and again she clutched at her breasts while rhythms of incessant, passionable release splurged through every muscle, nerve and cell of her being.
My God almighty, I'm in heaven!
She lay prostrate for a long time, staring up at the glassed ceiling unseeingly. Eventually, the earth steadied. She raised her head to see him down between her thighs, kissing… tenderly caressing the seething split in her crotch with his tongue and lips… knowing how so as not to torment her… soothing, making it all believable ecstasy. Her hands found his hair and gently ran through it. Her body quaked; his tongue tip brushed her clitoris in a second spasm and she felt desire ripple through her once more… yet.
Oh God, she thought, would she even get enough of such bliss? She rolled her head and saw Tonya with Mark still mounting her, pounding feverishly into her bottom while she pummeled at her own cunt with her fingers. Dianne raised her head to watch more ardently and could see the little ridges of inflamed pink flesh extracted with every out-stroke of her husband's thick member, only to disappear as he thrust forward savagely burying his whole cock up her rectum until his balls smacked hard down against her wide-spread cuntal slit.
Just the thought of the erotic, forbidden pleasure she must be enjoying was enough to re-stimulate Dianne. The very idea of having a man's huge prick thrust to its utmost depths in her back passage sent new prurient sensations of excitement spiraling through her. Her sensual craving was still a long way from being fulfilled. Perhaps she had drunk to much, or maybe it was what she drank… she didn't know… didn't care… only that desire still raged inside her.
Suddenly, and gently, she pressed A.C.'s face away from between her thighs, withdrew her legs and turned, getting to her knees. She remembered vaguely how Tonya had done it, lowering her face to the pillow, spreading her thighs as widely as she could and pushing her smooth, white buttocks back toward him. She felt the pressure on the bed behind her as A.C. moved between her legs, hot against her thighs… and then, the sudden sensations of his massive organ between them.
Momentarily, her breath caught in her belly and she reached back to grasp the forgotten size of the brutal staff. Her breath eased out of her in gasps as she half-encircled its thickness… but committed, not stopping. Slowly she drew the blood-engorged head upward between the wet lips of her vulva… then, a second time, almost hesitantly, finally raising it to where its tip pressed against the tiny cringing orifice of her rectum.
At its intimate touch, a sensation of excitement rippled over her. She left it there, drawing away her hand and stared at the erotic face of Tonya in the next stall absorbing all of Mark that way. The mere sight was sufficient to make her press her buttocks back toward A.C.'s massive cudgel. She wanted it this way! She did! She did! The pleasure on Tonya's face more than inspired her… it made her covetous.
"Now, A.C.! Fuck me there, now! In my ass… and if I cry out don't pay any attention, you hear? Just fuck me there!"
He wet her back passage more with spittle. Then, he eased one finger in while his other moved down and between the lips of her cunt to massage her clitoris enticingly.
It was more than she had ever imagined. The penetration in her rear channel excited her to no end… and then, came a second finger, at first somewhat painfully, but in her determination she threw her ass back at it feeling the excitement grow within her.
"Now, Darling, now! Fuck me there with your cock! I want it! I need it, my Darling…!" she hissed back at him, her eyes trained on her husband's soaring member smashing into Tonya's receptive anus, the thought of the rapture she must be enjoying driving Dianne wild with anticipation.
Then… it came! The finger withdrawn and the pressure of his prick working against the exceedingly tightened aperture of her tiny pink anus. She gasped aloud as the turgid head shot forward, expanding the sphincter mouth beyond reason. She felt it pushing into her… the almost audible snap of the protective entrance as it dipped over and closed behind the coronal rim of the head of his prick and she screamed.
"No! No! No! Stop! My God! Jesus, I can't stand it! You're killing me…! Take it out! Take it out!"
But he didn't. Instead, he continued to move into her as gently as he could, unheeding of her pleas, clutching tightly at her upper thighs and pulling her beautiful round white buttocks back toward him onto his throbbing prick, sadistic pleasure rapidly building inside him as he watched the slow penetration of his long, thick cock slipping inch by inch into her helplessly exposed rectum.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! You can't! You can't! Take it out! Please, A.C. take it out, I beg you!" she pleaded.
Now, he eased back, using an in and out motion several times that seemed to let her release a breath, then, he moved forward again feeling her rectal muscles tighten as might the width of a male-hand about his prick. Still, he moved into her while she cried back at him, twisting and grinding the pillow into little spirals of foam simultaneously. She was in agony all right… and maybe that was where she belonged, he thought.
His loins ached for release. His brick was as hard as a railroad tie, and his balls throbbed with the sperm bloating them. This woman crouched before him with her magnificent ass thrust upward into his face was a bitch… maybe not born that way, but a bitch nevertheless… and she deserved everything he was going to give her. No mercy! No respite Christ, she was voluptuously breathtaking! But dangerous too… He didn't know how… only that she was.
"Scream, Baby," he blurted down to her all of a sudden, the first words he'd uttered since sending his prick up her ass. "Go ahead… scream! Because I've only got it halfway in, and you're going to take it all… Then, I'm going to fuck you there… maybe for an hour… maybe two… until I blow every drop of jizz from my guts!"
"Oh… Oh… oh, my God!" Dianne exclaimed wildly as the thick, never ending rod moved into her back passage. She must have been out of her mind! Faro's wife was a fiend! Maybe she liked pain… torture. My God, hadn't she heard of those people too?
A.C. could stand it no longer. His cock ached with its need for release. He spread his knees, driving her legs outward even more and hearing the gasp come from her tortured lips. A ripple of pleasure moved over him at the sound. He pressed tight to her, then, drove forward mercilessly, his wide, lengthy prick moving right up her warm, dark rectal passage until his balls slapped and swung down against the gaping split of her vulva.
Dianne screamed, nausea almost overwhelming her as the head of his organ tousled her entrails… and then, he was withdrawing and soaring the full length into her, his pelvis smashing against and flattening the soft whiteness of her buttocks, his balls thwacking into the split of her cunt in a steady cadence that was numbing her belly and ripping her back passage wide open.
It was then that the big door on the far wall opened and she saw Judge Julian Reed wheel his chair into the room. He wore no covering over the lower half of his huge body. She rose to her elbows to gape at him even as A.C. soared his mighty prick relentlessly into her wide stretched rectum… but the agonizing plunder of her rear channel was nothing compared to the visual horror of this monster's exposed body; she was certain she was going to vomit.