Dinner Friday night at Antoine's passed quickly and pleasantly. Even Kelly was excited by the prospect of the evening that lay ahead, her anticipation heightened by the quantity of alcohol she consumed during the meal. As before, it was John who drove her back to the luxurious hilltop home in his softly purring, luxury car while Tom and Penny followed in the Brown's smaller one. And as before, they waited for the others in the library, sipping at the nightcaps that John mixed.
"How about one for you, Penny?" John asked as his wife finally arrived, her lovely face flushed with her erotic expectations.
"Oh, yes," she answered brightly. She took the glass in both hands, peering over the edge of it as John mixed still another for Tom.
Tom drank quickly, feeling it warm his veins the way alcohol always did. Not that he wasn't damn near ready to explode already. And from the way Penny had acted in the car, letting him put his hand up under the hem of her dress, spreading her legs wide for him to give him greater access to the thin strip of fabric that outlined the lips of her quivering pussy, letting him tease thrillingly at the fleshy folds beneath, he figured she was too. He grinned lewdly at her now, sitting halfway across the room.
Jesus, he was going to show her something tonight he thought. Something she wouldn't forget in a long long time. Suddenly a gross idea welled up in his brain. Show her, sure! But why not show the others too?
The thought of fucking this dark-haired broad in front of the others brought his thick cock half-erect beneath his pants. He caught Kelly glancing at the bulge there and turning away with an embarrassed look and a feeling of cold anger suddenly gripped him. What the hell did she think they'd all come up here for, anyway? To drink tea or something? Damn it all. Now he really would fuck Penny in front of the others, just to get even with his own wife! And not only that, he licked his lips lasciviously, thinking there was more than one way to skin a cat, and more than one way to screw a broad! He got up and crossed the room to the bar. "Mind if I make another one?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he poured himself a stiff drink of whiskey and drank it neat.
"Me, too," Penny said. He turned and saw that she was standing beside him now, holding out her glass. He poured a second drink for her, a third for himself. When she had drained her glass, Penny put it down on the bar, then moved close to him, leaning over provocatively.
Tom Brown stared down into the cleavage of her dress, the neckline exposing her soft white breasts. With a lewd grin, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, slid it beneath her black lace brassiere and cupped one breast in his strong hand, squeezing it painfully.
"Hey," Penny gasped, then tried to push him away.
"What's the matter? Don't you like that?"
Penny's cheerful laughter rippled through the room and she slapped playfully at Tom's hand. "Hey, you so-and-so," she said. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Guess!" Tom said.
"I can guess all right, honey," she said, winking to show that she both knew and highly approved. "I can guess. But you aren't going to do it
here."
"The hell I'm not!"
Penny's eyes sparkled with amusement. Oh, Lord, wouldn't that be something? she thought. Wouldn't it be something if Tom really did fuck her out here, right in front of John and that stuck-up bitch Kelly? She
could just imagine the look on the other's face when she saw her own husband's thick cock ploughing up into her own throbbing pink pussy, saw her trembling ecstatically under his brazen assault. Oh, God!
She shook her head coyly. "No, you're not," she said, wagging a reproving finger at him.
Tom shrugged, squeezing her breast hard now until she winced with the pain. She let out a stifled cry and suddenly John turned to stare at her. His eyes widened with barely concealed disgust at the brazen exhibition and a ripple of added excitement washed through the lovely wife. Oh, God! What a show the two of them would put on for the others. Having an audience would make being fucked by Tom twice as good as it had been before!
Penny trembled as Tom squeezed the soft white mound of her breast again, feeling little clouds of butterflies swarm around in her stomach. He tweaked at one rosy nipple now with steel-strong fingers, rolling it between them, while John stared at him, open-mouthed, dismayed.
Then Kelly looked up and choked back a little scream of horror. Oh, no! Why did Tom have to do such things, why did he have to paw lewdly at this woman's breast in public? It was true, of course, that he'd come up here with one thing in mind and that was to take Penny to… to fuck her. But why out here? Why didn't they go into the bedroom as they had before?
"Tom…" she began diffidently, wondering how to suggest that he and Penny leave. But she could think of no way to ask. She shook her head, still watching, almost mesmerized now as Tom ran his other hand down Penny's black-clad back, cupping one softly undulating buttock to pull her close. He pressed his loins hard up against her pelvis, pressed his bulging cock against the small mound of her pussy.
"Tom…" Kelly began again, and then shook her head. Oh, God! She couldn't sit here and watch this! She just couldn't! She stood up and turned toward the door. "John," she said. "Let's go in… in…" she nodded, ashamed to say "Bedroom".
"Yes, Kelly."
But before they could leave, Tom whirled around to order brusquely, "Stay here."
Kelly tugged on John's arm. "Let's go," she whispered urgently.
"Please, John."
The tall handsome man hesitated, a sudden excitement lighting fires in his loins. Oh, Lord! He'd never counted on anything like this… never counted on watching his wife get fucked by another man. Wifeswap, yes… Change partners, okay. But this? This was insane!
It piqued his interest, added a filip of sensuality he hadn't counted on. He brushed impatiently at Kelly's hand on his sleeve. "Please, John," she begged him. "Wait a minute."
Kelly tapped her foot impatiently, scarcely breathing now at the sudden thought that John Whitmore might somehow be persuaded to stay and watch this indecent performance! What on earth had come over him? He was… oh, dear God! He was acting like Tom, himself.
With a terrible sigh that signified her disappointment, Kelly released John's arm. She averted her eyes, staring at the floor now, concealing the pain in them. She waited as John had asked her to-waited for what seemed an eternity. And then he stepped forward, stepped toward his wife and Tom, at the same time motioning Kelly to a nearby chair. "Let's stay awhile," he suggested to her. "This might be…" he had the grace to blush slightly, "… this might be fun."
Fun! Kelly thought disconsolately. Oh, dear God! John Whitmore really was as lewd, as depraved as her own husband. She bit her lip, choking back the angry words that rose to them. And then she shook her head. No, she couldn't believe that. It just wasn't possible.
She had had a sudden inclination to turn and flee from this place, but now she changed her mind. John couldn't be so depraved, so… so… uncouth! Not John Whitmore!
The harrowing experience of the week before, when he had sucked at her trembling pussy so voraciously, came back to her. And yet she couldn't-wouldn't-believe what seemed too obvious! She put her hand to her head, as if somehow that could untangle her thoughts. Her forehead seemed warm and her head seemed to spin.
Almost as if propelled by some exterior force she crossed to the bar and poured herself a drink. She swallowed it quickly. It helped, she thought. It helped. And another drink would help more, would enable her to survive the outrageous scene that was already unfolding before her. She poured it, then sank down onto the chair as she heard her husband suddenly order Penny, "Okay. Take it off… get naked!"
Well aware of her past in the chorus, Penny whirled around as if playing to an audience. But she was the star now, and she began to strut back and forth across the room, grinding her hips, thrusting out her pelvis.
Oh, God, Kelly thought. She's… she's doing a striptease! It had to be that. It just had to be! She had never seen one herself, but she had heard some of her friends in college talking about them, snickering behind their hands, winking slyly, giggling like the ninnies she considered them.
Abruptly John Whitmore, recognizing the act, too, began to applaud. "Take 'em off!" he urged his wife. "Take 'em off!"
Penny wiggled her hips sensuously, parading up and down now as if on the runway at some burlesque house. She shot her husband a lewd glance, nodding at him as if in answer to his request, then quickly reached around behind her back to pull down the zipper of her form-fitting dress. With a shrug and a kick she shed it, swaying a little, thrusting out her hips as she aped a sexy posture she had seen on stage. The dress fell about her feet and she kicked at it but missed. With a half-whispered, "Damn!" she bent down to pick it up and toss it across the room and onto a chair.
Her quivering ass-cheeks, like two plump melons, encased in their black mesh panties were thrillingly exposed to the full view of the others, the narrow crevice between them plainly visible and even accentuated in outline by the fabric.
John Whitmore felt the cold sweat break out on his forehead as he watched the lewd performance and he sucked in his breath. Jesus! He hadn't seen anything like this since… since when? Since those early days of his marriage, he realized! His own cock lurched beneath his pants in a sudden response to the provocation of his wife. He felt a moment's pang of jealousy, knowing that she would be Tom's tonight-that it was he who would fuck Penny silly. And he would, he thought, looking over at his guest, seeing the leer on his face-he would give her everything she was asking for which was plenty.
But he forgot about Tom momentarily as he continued to stare at Penny. She had straightened up now, cocking her head to one side, shrugging her shoulder slightly in a suggestive pose that sent new waves of excitement rolling through him.
His beautiful brunette wife was wearing only her panties and her tiny brassiere now and once more she paraded across the room, whirling about and pirouetting. At the side she leaned against a door-jamb, just as if it were the proscenium at one of the old burlesque houses he had entered furtively when he was still not much more than a kid, leaned there like any of the hot strippers whose names had been up in somewhat dim lights on the marquee, like them thrusting out her loins and rotating her hips lewdly, suggestively.
In spite of himself, John burst into applause and then was startled by the sound of his own clapping. Good Lord! His own wife was practically setting him on fire!
Penny shot an appreciative glance at her husband, her own eyes beginning to sparkle with lewd excitement now as she continued to undress. She made another quick, lascivious movement of her own flaming loins, then suddenly reached behind her to tear open the fastening at the back of her brassiere. Her large firm breasts sprang free, and Tom and John in unison sucked in their breaths, loudly, sibilantly, the sound
rolling across the room the way it had rolled across the footlights in those distant days at the shabby, rundown burlesque houses both had frequented.
Penny smiled brightly, as if basking in their applause, then caught her falling brassiere on an outstretched finger and began to whirl it wildly, rotating her hips at the same time, grinding her pelvis as if she was accepting some huge thick cock deep up inside her cunt, thrusting against the lewd invasion of her private parts.
And then slowly, seductively, with the utmost sensuality, she eased her little black panties down over her still pumping hips and thighs, let them slither down her long slender legs and drop to her ankles. With a quick kick she stepped out of them and flung them across the room. And then she stood before the two men, her arms raised high above her head to firm and accentuate the two snowy mounds of her large breasts.
John's eyes searched across her body, down from her now throbbing nipples and along the softly rising and falling flesh of her flat belly, down to the little patch of dark hair at the base of it. He swallowed hard, seeing that it was exposed so nakedly to his view-in the burlesque houses, he remembered, the striptease artistes were always required to wear at least a G-string-and felt a sharp stab of desire shoot through him, searing him like a flame.
He took a step toward her, suddenly wanting to run his hands over her silken-soft skin, to stroke the snowy mounds of her breasts, to press his own loins, his burgeoning cock still encased in his clothes deep up against her naked pussy.
Penny glanced at him as he approached, a cynical little smile playing about her wetly glistening lips, then dismissed him with a shrug and a backward glance over her shoulder as she stepped gracefully across the room to Tom.
John swallowed hard again at the sight of her softly undulating naked buttocks, marveling at the grace with which she walked. Oh, God, he thought! He'd never wanted anyone so much in his life as he wanted his own wife right this minute!
He made a wry face and laughed bitterly. It was right this minute that he couldn't have her! It was right this minute, practically, that his guest, Tom Brown was going to screw this voluptuous brunette wife of his, going to shoot his hard throbbing cock deep up into her tightly clasping cunt.
She was standing in front of Tom now, turning slowly and gracefully before him, showing off her good points-they were myriad, John thought-myriad-the way female slaves on the auction block must have paraded for the benefit of potential buyers. But now Penny spoke in a husky voice. "You like?" she asked lewdly.
Tom gulped, nodding, too excited to trust himself to speak.
"You want?" she stared at him provocatively, rotating her hips again, making it plain just what it was she had to give. And as Tom gulped again, nodding again, her hand went out to unknot his tie and strip it off, to unbutton his shirt… Her hand dropped to his trousers then and with a lewd little laugh Penny began to stroke the hardened bulge beneath them while tiny points of ecstasy seemed to explode all across his skin. Jesus, he thought, as her question, "You want?" reverberated in his mind. Did he ever! He wanted Penny so much he couldn't wait much longer. His balls ached viciously and his loins burned like a blast furnace. With a shudder and a groan he began to tear at his clothes too, wriggling out of his jacket, ripping off his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. He stepped out of them as Penny's soft warm hand insinuated itself beneath his jockey shorts to maneuver his rigid cock out into the open.
Her fingers curled around the hugely throbbing shaft and she ran a nail along the sensitive underpart of it. Oh, Christ! This broad sure knew the score! But he did too, he thought boastfully, and by God he was going to give her the kind of fucking she'd never had in her life, never even imagined. "Daddy's gonna be good to you, baby," he said between clenched teeth. "Real good!"
Penny had dropped to her knees now and was stroking his raging cock with renewed energy, pulling the heavy foreskin back, running her fingers across the bloated, sensitive head. She looked up, giving him a mocking smile. "Then what's daddy waiting for?" she asked.
"No one goddamned thing!" he sputtered, pushing her away in order to strip off his shorts. "Not one goddamned thing!"
He stood before her then, his huge thick cock jutting out like a pole from his burning loins. Oh, Jesus! Was he ever going to ram it up into her quivering cunt! Was he! Suddenly he bent down, slipping his hands beneath her arms and lifting her to her feet. She stood before him for an instant-Christ! There were little electric sparks shooting from her body to his, like fleas leaping from one dog to another, burning his skin-when he suddenly spun her around. He ran his hand lewdly down her back, drawing one finger quickly along the narrow crevice between her two quivering ass-cheeks, then pushed her forward urgently, marching her across the room to the desk there.
Penny looked around over her shoulder at him, her face now masked with her surprise. What on earth was he doing? What?
She cleared her throat, stammering, "Tom. Tom…"
"Bend over," he ordered harshly.
Penny looked at him again and now she saw a glint of cruelty in his eyes, a sadistic twitch to his lips. "Bend over," he ordered again. Penny opened her mouth to protest but no words came.
She felt Tom's naked loins pressed against her quivering buttocks now, felt the rigid flesh of his huge cock pushed deep into the crevice between them. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, dear God!"
Her muscles tensed and she recoiled instinctively as Tom's hands slipped forward to stroke maddeningly at her snowy breasts. His fingers trapped the ruby-like buds of her nipples, teasing them until she gasped with pleasure… and then one hand left her naked breast to trail down her softly quivering belly, down to the wisps of dark pubic hair at the base of it. He reached beneath her, into the "vee" there between her legs, one fingertip gliding tantalizingly over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending shock waves of pleasure through her trembling body.
She jerked forward slightly, and Tom slid his hand farther between her legs, running a fingertip along the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt now, sparking off new and even more thrilling sensations. He paused to part the fleshy lips, to let his middle finger worm its way up into her narrow clasping pussy.
As he pushed forward, his huge throbbing cock pressed deep up against the narrow split of her ass-cheeks, his middle finger teasing deep into her cunt, Penny groaned and whispered, "Oh, God! What are you going to do to me?"
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Tom hissed.
"Oh, yes!" A sigh of resignation escaped Penny's quivering lips. What on earth had she let herself in for? she wondered. And then shaking her head she reflected sadly that she knew full well. But why? Why? And for that, she realized, there was no such ready answer… but Tom insisted, for some reason of his own, to spell out the details of what he had in mind. "I'm going to fuck you from behind," he announced suddenly.
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes…!" he insisted and then as if to prove it suddenly dropped to his knees to flick his tongue out against the quivering white skin of her straining buttocks, hurtling it down the length of the sweating crevice there.
Penny moaned in shocked delight, then seemed to fold her body up in a strange forward position, leaning her elbows on the desk now, supporting her body on her hands. Tom's tongue flicked out just then once more, now darting up into the tiny puckered ring of her anus.
Again she groaned and in a sudden reflex motion she screwed her buttocks back against his licking tongue, reveling in this new and intense sensation. Oh, God! She had expected ecstasy from Tom one more time. But this was something beyond her comprehension, something she had never felt before. Oh, God! She'd never even dreamed of anything that would ignite her the way his perverted assault upon her defenseless loins
now did, never imagined the sheer and all-pervading joy that resulted from
it!
But a moment later the joy turned to a chilling dread as Tom stood, pressing the thick bloated head of his penis into the split between her widespread buttocks even more insistently. Suddenly she was aware of its inordinate size, its unbelievable thickness and length. A shudder ran through her and she cringed forward, trying to escape the cruel impalement which she knew would inevitably follow. "No," she whimpered through clenched teeth, shivering with the fear she could no longer conceal. "Oh, Tom… no!"
He laughed coarsely, closing his hands around the tops of her thighs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.
"No?" he said. "No!"
He laughed again, sending a wave of fear through Penny. And then he ordered coldly, "Reach behind you, Penny. Reach around behind you and put it in!"
"Oh, no…" The full horror of her situation suddenly dawned on her, the awareness that the other couple was watching, the full ignominy of leaning forward this way, about to be fucked from behind like-oh, God, like an animal-like a bitch in heat! Oh, God!
"Oh, no…!" she whimpered again, then felt the sting of Tom's palm as he delivered a swift slap to her nakedly cringing buttocks. Sobbing audibly now, she at last placed the throbbing head against the tight little opening of her vagina, then moaned as Tom began to probe the soft fleshy lips, working his huge member back and forth until at last it popped through the tiny entrance and slid deep up within her clasping cuntal walls.
Penny struggled helplessly against the cruel impalement that seemed to burn in her belly like a two alarm fire, swinging her buttocks back, around. But she was hopelessly impaled, skewered on his long thick cock like an animal on a spit and could only sob out her anguish as he began to fuck in and out with long, cruel strokes.
Tom panted with delight and his eyes narrowed lewdly at the sight of the woman bending before him, accepting so unwillingly his perverted assault upon her. The knowledge that John was watching, transfixed, while Kelly stared in ill-concealed anguish added to his own feeling of power. Oh, Christ! This was something! He'd always wanted to take a woman this way and now he was doing it practically in public!
Tom pressed forward, holding Penny's hips down in absolute subjugation to him while he plunged deep up into her belly, feeling the soft ridges of flesh give way before his huge cock that pounded her without mercy. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, making her whimper with pain, and then she seemed to take a certain masochistic
pleasure in the terrible anguish that shot through her, and now, with a whimper of delight, she began to undulate her buttocks in a lewd little circle, catching the rhythm of Tom's fucking cock.
Suddenly she dropped forward against the desk, pressing her soft breasts against the flat surface, while Tom continued to drive forward with all the force of a charging bull. Her nipples were stung into a painful hardness that increased her pleasure and waves of joy seemed to sweep through her, compounded by her now abject humiliation. She had never known such shame, she thought, and had never known that shame could excite her so, could carry her to such heights of ecstasy!
Only one thing remained to crown this glorious assault against her quivering loins. She waited with bated breath for that moment-the moment when Tom would at last spurt his thick hot cum deep up inside her tortured pussy, her burning cuntal channel!
And then she sobbed in disappointment as the thrilling rape of her quivering loins stopped. She looked behind her, imploring Tom with a trembling voice to continue. And then she saw that John, her own husband, was standing next to him, grasping at his shoulders, pulling him away. "Oh, no…" she sobbed out. "Don't stop… don't…
Neither of the men seemed to hear Penny Whitmore, and now she straightened up, turning to learn more precisely what had interrupted this obscene pleasure she was experiencing… it seemed to her that the two men were arguing… and then she understood that they were arguing over her. She caught words from time to time and let them sink into her consciousness. "My wife…" "We agreed…" "Mine…" and for a moment she was afraid the two would come to blows. And then the raised voices were calmed and she heard one of them say, "Share and share
alike!"
Oh, dear God, she thought, rotating her buttocks back now, but against nothing but empty space. Oh, dear God! What did that mean?
She felt John's hands on her shoulders then, lifting her up and spinning her around. She stared blankly into his eyes, seeing the lechery in them, wondering what on earth he planned to do. She had never seen him so excited she thought and then looking at him again, it suddenly struck her that he was just as naked as Tom. And just as aroused, too!
His huge cock stood out stiff from his loins and he trembled with his excitement. "Oh, God," he murmured between clenched teeth. "I'm
going to give you everything you've ever asked for… just like Tom here… only better!"
"But John…!" Penny could think of nothing else to say. Whatever was happening was beyond her understanding. She only knew that the ache in her loins was relentless, crying out for relief, that the tingle between her legs was unbearable. And that there was only one way to end it; she had to be fucked again, and had to be fucked out of her mind. "But John…" she burst out and then her voice caught in her throat.
"But nothing…" He spun her around suddenly, pushing her toward Tom again. The latter moved forward to press his naked body against Penny's, mashing her aching throbbing breasts against his chest.
She quivered, pulling him closer until his still rigid cock probed at the narrow little opening to her cuntal channel. With a quick sharp thrust he sent it spearing deep up inside her once again, filling the yawning cavity that he had so recently deserted. Shudders of exquisite joy crept up and down her spine and she thrust her own pelvis hard up against Tom's, mewling with contented pleasure now. He lunged again and his rigid cock swept deep up inside her, impaling her once more, his huge expanding penis seeming to bring forth an explosion in her quivering belly.
He began to saw in and out, his hands snaking around her thighs to clasp her buttocks, pulling her closer. And then she felt John's hands on her shoulders once more, felt them descend the length of her naked body to her waist, then to the firm round curves of her hips. Pushing aside Tom's hand that still clutched at her quivering white ass-cheeks, he began to stroke the smooth skin.
Then suddenly, brutally, his thumbs forced their way along the narrow crevice between them, pulling the straining mounds apart until the tiny puckered hole of her tiny anus was clearly visible. His thumbs pressed into that to until it was spread wide open to his lewd stare. Suddenly he pushed his loins forward to send his rigid cock probing into the puckered little opening.
Penny screamed at the first electrical contact of the blunt bulbous head against the sensitive nether ring, then began to get her husband to stop, "Oh, don't… don't. You're hurting me… you're hurting me!"
She heard a mirthless laugh from him, then screamed again as a second thrust sent his blood-engorged member popping through the tightly-clenched orifice. "No!" The word was wrung from her dry mouth as she felt the searing pain flash like flame through the soft fleshy walls of her rectum.
"No?" John asked calmly, quietly, and with a terrifying coldness.
"No?"
"No!" She shook her head in panic, imploring him to stop. He laughed again, then seized her hips, forcing her more firmly down onto the
massive head of his quaking cock which was firmly embedded in her flesh. She screamed at this new invasion of her burning rectal passage and then felt another forward lunge into her seared and throbbing vagina as Tom shot his own cock deep inside her. "No…" she screamed. "No…"
But the two men strained forward, each of them pressing his iron-hard penis into one of her quivering passages, each filling her, stretching her beyond endurance.
Their two cocks slowly disappeared up into her squirming body, worming their way deep inside and her flesh bulged as the swollen penises burrowed in, setting her on fire again. She shuddered uncontrollably, then cried out as the two massive cocks rammed farther into her accepting passages. They continued to fuck into her with long hard strokes, pumping her up and down now while she thrashed about. Her legs dangled above the floor and she reached for it from time to time, scraping the thick carpet with a stiffly extended toe.
All the fear had drained from her, the shock at the horror of being possessed in this obscene manner had lessened. And now she knew nothing but the joy of the moment, increased by her own agony. She gave in at last to the most lewd impulses that had ever taken hold of her, hanging limp, impaled on the two penises that ravished her, buffeted about like a weathercock in a storm by their pounding bodies.
Penny was moving up and down on their jutting cocks now, squirming, writhing, thrashing about of her own volition, wanting nothing more than the exquisite pleasure that engulfed her softly receptive body. Oh, God! If only this could go on forever… if only.
Even better, she wanted to cum… wanted to accept. the boiling sperm of each of them deep up inside her, wanted to react, respond as they shot forth their semen. "Oh, God!" she wailed. "Oh, God! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cumming?"
And then she felt the white-hot sperm of her husband as it spurted forth, propelled by his jerking hips that bucked forward. It filled the burning passage of her rectum, then seeped down over the white rounded spheres of her ass-cheeks while she shuddered in joyful delirium. A moment later she felt her belly filled with Tom's roiling cum as he lunged forward deep up inside her, releasing his own thick semen to bathe her trembling cuntal channel.
Her own orgasmic fluids gushed forth to mingle with his while she gave a shudder of the purest joy, the most intense ecstasy, and then, at last she collapsed, drained of all energy, her body still writhing.
There was a soft sucking sound as Tom withdrew his now deflating penis from Penny's satiated cunt and then a second such sucking sound as John at last withdrew from her forever stretched anal passage. With a
sound that was half cry, half whimper, Penny sank to the floor in total collapse…
Meanwhile, Kelly had watched, wide-eyed, as her husband possessed Penny, stroking her soft body into a quivering ecstasy, bringing it into bloom in almost the way a flower unfolded. She had watched as he forced the woman to bend over, to lean against the desk while he sank his huge throbbing cock deep up inside her hotly moist vaginal passage. The sight had sent shivers up her spine, had set the tight little triangle between her legs to tingling. She had pressed her thighs together in an effort to quell the fire that raged there, but it had been completely useless. The fires continued to rage, blazing up into holocausts it seemed to her, and then as a last resort she had let her slender white hand wander down, plucking at her dress, pulling it up to her waist, bunching it there.
In another quick motion she had reached down between her legs and slid her hand up beneath the elastic legband of her panties. She groped toward the little patch of pubic hair concealed beneath them toward the moistened split palpitating within. And then with the tips of her fingers she parted the narrow crevice there, slipping the tips into it.
She cringed, aware of the frightful act she was performing, of her own utter degradation. But nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. Not when John himself, John Whitmore, who had seemed to her such a paragon of excellence, was willing to lower himself to the level of the others! The thought shocked her into sudden sobriety. The others! Tom and Penny! She abruptly thought of her mother, identifying with her, realizing that her thoughts were those of the older woman and not her own. She looked down on her husband and John's wife just as her mother would have. And yet she envied them… envied them their earthy acceptance of joy, of pleasure, of life itself!
Kelly's fingers stroked again at the soft folds of her quivering pussy, almost unconsciously, involuntarily. Her middle finger slid along the wet cuntal lips until at last it reached the small blooming mound of her clitoris. She sucked in her breath, shocked at what she was doing, vowing to stop. But her desire overwhelmed her and she began to tease at it with the tip of her finger while little ripples of pleasure crept through her trembling body. Forced to continue now, she dropped her finger lower until she found the small orifice of her vagina. She paused momentarily, horrified by what she was doing. And then she began again, unable to stop herself!
Her slender fingers parted the folds of her warm moist pussy, stroking the edges while new waves of unwanted pleasure rolled through her, and then she slipped one tip up into her tight little vagina, working it deeper and deeper while she listened to the others, watched as the two men
drove far up into Penny's receptive belly. Oh, God! In spite of herself she was caught up in the frenzy of the moment!
Her finger worked feverishly now, in and out, back and forth, then in and out again. She gasped at the relief she felt at first as it plunged in, then gasped again as it seemed to stoke the fires already burning between her legs until they had gone out of control… she slipped her little panties down, giving herself greater access to her pulsating vagina, her quivering little clitoris, and then with an impatient gesture and an almost breathless cry she began to pull her clothes off. She tore at the simple but expensive dress she wore, almost ripping it in her haste to be rid of it. She worked at her brassiere next, stripping that off too until she wore nothing but a transparent slip.
Her hand slid beneath its hem again and once more her fingers toyed with the pulsing pink edges of her cuntal lips then slipped into the narrow crevice there between her legs. As she had before, she teased the small bud of her clitoris into a taut little erection, moaning as she did so. It was wicked, she thought! More wicked really than anything she had ever done, giving herself this pleasure right here in this room with all the others present! But a bitter little laugh welled up in her throat, then escaped her lovely lips. As if they would notice, she thought. As if they would notice! Her own husband was standing across from her, plunging his huge cock deep up into Penny's clasping cunt, fucking in and out, his back arching, tensed with his unquenchable excitement, and Penny was responding like the whore she was… like the whore she was, Kelly thought!
And John! Oh, dear God! John, Penny's husband, so charming, Kelly thought, so distinguished, such a gentleman; John had sidled up behind Penny, pressing his own burning loins up tight against her undulating buttocks.
And then, while Kelly watched in horror, and while her own husband fucked deep into Penny's vagina, he had pressed his huge throbbing cock deep into the split crevice between her ass-cheeks. As his wife had screamed in anguish, he had sent the tip of it plunging through the tiny puckered ring of her anus, sent it deep up into her rectal passage.
Now the two of them… oh, dear God! The two of them… were fucking deep into the terrified and struggling woman. The indecent assault horrified Kelly, but it excited her too; and once again her hand lashed out and down toward the little triangle of blonde hair between her thighs, groping toward the moist split between them.
Again she found the tiny bed of her clitoris, caressing it into a taut erection, again her fingers parted the narrow crevice there to slip deep into the wet warmth of her pussy. Her head lolled to one side now and she stared in fascination at the three bodies pressed together in their lewd perverted act.
They rocked back and forth as John and Tom lunged deep up into Penny's burning cunt, as the helpless woman was buffeted between them, and now Kelly crammed her own fingers deep up into the glistening little hole of her own cunt. She began to rock back and forth on them, just as the other three rocked, matching her rhythm to theirs, and, as Penny groaned and whimpered in her abandoned ecstasy, Kelly gasped out her own mounting excitement.
She had a sudden wild desire to be in the other woman's place, to be fucked as she was being fucked in her burning cunt and in her quivering ass, and a groan of desire escaped her lips. She raised one hand to them to stifle it, and then, seeing that no one had heard, no one had even noticed, she relaxed, her body going slightly slack. Her eyes were glazed now, filmed over with lust and without thought she let the hand that had flown to her mouth descend to one soft white breast, cupping it almost cruelly. She began to squeeze it, enjoying her self-inflicted pain, then stroked the nipple, gasping at the pleasure it gave her. Her fingers tweaked at it now and she rolled it between them until it stood up in a stiff little erection.
But the obscene sight of the other three inflamed her even further and she at last let her hand drop, almost without her knowledge, to stroke her softly quivering thighs, then sliding it around under the mounds of her undulating buttocks. She searched the sweat-moistened crevice between them, shuddering with a forbidden erotic pleasure, trailing a finger along the small valley between the two cheeks until she found the tight nether ring of her anus.
As she watched the others in lewd fascination, her own finger slipped deep into the tiny hole, making her cry out with anguish. But she was too excited to draw it away in spite of the pain and now her fingers fucked in and out of the two little secret passages of her body while she stared mesmerized at the others.
John and Tom were still fucking into Penny with long hard strokes, pumping her up and down. She thrashed about, impaled on their jutting cocks, lifted off the floor now so that her feet dangled above it. Her whimpering cries crescendoed until they became near-screams of ecstasy as she abandoned herself to the most lewd and overwhelming joy she had ever felt.
It seemed that millions of firecrackers were exploding in her blood at the same time, that every nerve ending in her body tingled with her erotic excitement. Her mouth hung open and her eyes fluttered closed and a shudder racked her limp and tortured body. Oh, God! She'd never known anything like this… never believed such sheer ecstasy possible! She wanted to scream in her delight, shout out her delirium. And then it seemed that the excitement mounted even higher like a fever about to break and there was a long moment when her mind went blank as her
burning, pulsating body strained for its climax. And then she knew that she wanted to cum… that she had to… that she had to find relief from this exquisite torment that was driving her mad!
She moved again up and down on the two jutting cocks, squirming, writhing, feeling the slap of the two sets of balls against her cunt, against her buttocks. And then she screamed, "Oh, God! I'm cumming… I'm cumming…"
The two men began to buck and thrash in their own growing climaxes. Their pistoning cocks speared in and out, matching one another in their own relentless rhythm as they came close to touching through the sensitive membrane that separated the two hot moist channels.
Together their pounding hips jerked forward, and then as Penny screamed again, they shuddered; each of them sending his own long thick jet of boiling white sperm deep up into her contorted belly. And then at last it seeped slowly down over the pink edges of her quivering cunt, over the rounded half-moons of her white ass-cheeks. With a wild shiver, Penny's body contracted in a final orgasmic spasm and she went limp, drained of all strength.
There was a soft sucking sound as Tom withdrew his deflated penis from her overflowing cunt, and John withdrew his from her forever stretched anal passage. As Penny fell to the floor in total collapse, her husband turned to stare at Kelly on the other side of the room.
Her lovely face was contorted with her own rising lust and he saw her tearing at the slip which she still wore, pulling it off frantically. He blinked, amazed and perplexed, and then he saw that the fingers of one hand slipped down to the base of her belly, quickly parting the lips of her softly gleaming cunt, searching desperately for the small glistening hole of her cunt. And then first one finger and then a second plunged deep up inside and she began to thrust it in and out… At the same time she had reached behind her, reached down between her white and trembling ass-cheeks to find the small rubbery opening of her puckered little anus. One finger popped through the small entrance while she writhed involuntarily with the sharp pain of the penetration, and then as it ebbed she began to moan, sawing her fingers in and out of the two throbbing, burning channels, her eyes closed as Penny's had been, her mouth open. Mindlessly she plunged her fingers in and out, in and out, still moaning in her unrestrained passion.
John felt a stab of excitement rush through him and once again his thick cock lurched. Oh, God! He'd never expected to see this! Never! Not Kelly! He stepped across the room, his loins a ball of flame again, his testicles aching unbearably.
Suddenly he grasped Kelly by the shoulders, startling her so that she screamed. She seemed to come back from the distant world in which
she had been caught up, suddenly ashamed and frightened too. "What do you want?" she stammered, staring at John's lust-filmed eyes, glancing inadvertently down to see his huge cock thick and hard once more. "What… what are you going to do?"
For an answer, John merely twirled her around, then shoved her slightly, pushing her to her knees.
Kelly gazed up at him, looking back over her shoulder while a quiver of fear that melted away into an irrepressible longing consumed her, and then he placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing them forward too. She reached out, supporting herself on her hands and knees now, then realized with a shock of revulsion that John had dropped down beside her, his loins close to her buttocks that waved lasciviously in the air behind her.
She felt his hands stroke the soft smooth skin of her asscheeks, then cup them, pulling them apart until the small hole of her anus was fully exposed to him. "Oh, God!" she moaned, the reality of what was to happen suddenly affronting her. And then he trailed his middle finger down the narrow furrow that lay open to him, pausing at the tiny orifice. He probed at it while she held her breath, then slipped the tip inside the warm rubbery flesh, beginning to probe lewdly at it.
A surprised rapture pervaded her being as she became accustomed to the cruel invasion and then John dug a second finger deep up into her anal passage. She jerked forward, then relaxed, screwing her buttocks back against the two fingers.. She began to moan, feeling a third finger enter her, feeling them all rotate deep up inside her soft clutching passage, stretching and expanding it.
Kelly winced as he at last extracted his fingers then shivered with fear as the bloated head of his cock prodded at the dark ring. John strained forward then, sending it through the tightly constructed opening while Kelly screamed out, "Oh, God no! No! It hurts… it hurts!" But he continued to lunge forward, summoning all his strength while he pulled her waving hips back tightly against his own pelvis.
As the hard fleshy rod sank deep up into the rubbery opening, John sawed back and forth until his pistoning cock was buried deep in the inflamed passage, and now Kelly relaxed as the terrible pain ebbed and began to move back against him, meeting his forward thrusts.
John's huge penis plunged on until it was sunk to the hilt in the stretched and burning channel. In spite of the still occasional flashes of pain, Kelly began to moan in a growing pleasure. The sound incited a further assault from John who trailed his hands over her soft white buttocks now, kneading and squeezing the smooth resilient flesh and leaving a patchwork of cruel red welts across it. He breathed heavily now as he increased his efforts until at last he was thrusting with an almost superhuman force, driving his pelvis into her softly yielding buttocks with
hard vicious smacks. His balls swung against her heavily, ready to explode, and sweat dripped from his face until it fell in huge wet drops over her hollowing back.
Kelly moaned again, thrusting back against his pounding hips. Oh, God, she thought! If only he would cum, shoot his sperm deep up inside her! She had never believed that she could accept this degradation and yet she knew now that it was all she had really longed for! But John's climax, sunk deep there in her anal passage, would be the ultimate joy for her and once again she wished desperately for that moment… she felt his body jerk convulsively, then heard him begin to utter weird, half-crazy sounds. Oh, God! He was cumming… he was cumming! Just as she had wanted him to, she thought, tears of gratitude welling up in her eyes.
And then John surged forward one final time, sending shattering waves of white hot sperm spurting deep up inside the tightly constricted passage. She felt it fill her, and felt fulfilled at the same time, quivering ecstatically. And then her own soft fluids seeped from the seared walls of her vagina, bringing her the same peace and comfort that John had found.
Kelly felt his still warm sperm drip down, running along the crevice of her stretched buttocks. She was grateful to John, grateful for something she didn't yet understand. But that hardly mattered. She only wanted to rest now and she curled up in a little ball on the floor, closing her eyes wearily, and fell asleep.
Kelly had no idea how long she lay on the floor, bereft of her senses, bereft of all emotion too. But at last she stirred and got to her feet. She saw Tom across the room and suddenly had an overwhelming love for him. It seemed strange to her-she had wanted to escape him before. But now she wanted him to take her home, wanted to be alone with him.
She raised her hand in a silent signal, then searched quickly for her clothes and pulled them on. She watched, nodding her approval, as Tom pulled his clothes on too. He crossed the room to her and she wondered if they must bid their hosts good-bye. Both of them were sprawled in chairs now, John with his head cradled on his hand which in turn rested on the arm of the chair, Penny curled up, her head on her shoulders. Both seemed exhausted, their thoughts, if they had any, on themselves and nothing else.
Kelly decided against it and beckoned to Tom to follow her. The others would hardly notice, she told herself; and they certainly wouldn't care.
She opened the door and led her husband out. The fresh air that blew across her face gave her a sudden jolt, and she breathed deeply, feeling her head clear, the force flow into her limbs. They went down the steps and climbed into their own little car, and drove off. Kelly watched her husband in silence, wishing she could read his thoughts, but his face
told her nothing. They rode in silence, with Kelly tormented by a spate of new feelings, new ideas.
Something had gone wrong with her life, she told herself, and she had the uneasy sensation that she herself had been to blame. She had wanted, for what reason she could not now fathom, had wanted to get away from Tom. He had seemed to her vulgar, somehow… crude… and well, yes, "oversexed".
Someone like John Whitmore, she had thought, would be different. But he wasn't at all. And with a shudder as the truth at last sank in, she realized that she didn't want someone exactly like her father-someone who cloaked all his real desires in a mask of propriety. Oh, of course! He was charming, polite, "well-bred" even. But did it matter so much?
No, she thought, shaking her head. No, it didn't. He was no better than Tom when you came right down to it, no better, and probably not half so fine and decent and wonderful. Without thinking, she reached out her hand to her husband and touched his arm. Things would change, she thought. Things would change and for the better..
It was John Whitmore who first realized that Kelly and Tom had gone. He roused himself from the torpor into which he had subsided and looked around. Then he yawned. And finally he asked Penny, "Where are
they?"
"Who?" Penny asked, opening her eyes and looking around too, blinking in the glare of the lights still burning in the library.
"The others. Kelly," John said, "and Tom."
Penny yawned too. "Don't know…" she said sleepily. Her tone of voice made it clear that she didn't really care, either.
John opened his eyes wider, staring at his wife now. She somehow looked vulnerable, curled up in the chair, looked like a small and charming child… he started at the idea and then his thoughts went back to that first night he had seen her, dancing across the stage. She had been lovely then and he had considered her the most sophisticated woman he had ever met. She had certainly given that impression, with her hard, cold stare, her searching eyes, her brightly painted mouth. But somehow, tonight, all that had been stripped away. And as it had, a lot of his own false pride had gone. He saw it now for what it was. False pride! He had set himself up as being somehow better than Penny. And why? Because he was a snob, that was all. He had thought that he and Kelly would have something in common, some mutual interest to share. He laughed bitterly. They had, all
right. They had. And they'd had just what he and his wife had in common. It was a three letter word. Sex. And it ended up as a four letter word. F.U.C.K.! Not that it hadn't been great. But it had been just as good, even better, with Penny. John raised his shoulders, hunching them forward in a gesture of resignation.
It was funny, he thought, how everything came full circle. He'd been absolutely crazy about Penny at first and then his ardor had cooled. He'd wanted something else and had found Kelly. And now. well, now he knew that it was Penny he wanted really! He looked over at his wife again, and his loins began to burn…