Wednesday morning Janet slept until eleven o'clock. She had done the same since coming home Sunday night after a hazy weekend that seemed like a dark nightmare of pleasure and yet horrible degradation for her.
She and Greg had said nothing about their experience, but had gone straight to bed. She could remember making love with Martin and Greg, and somehow an experience with Darleen crept into her mind. She was physically exhausted until she woke up Wednesday. Most of the first two days had been spent sleeping. Greg had made love to her the night before and surprised her with his new found knowledge. They had found new pleasures over the weekend and were eager to show them off to each other.
She pulled herself out of bed and reached for her robe that lay on the floor. Greg had not bothered to pick it up when he had left for work.
She was amazed at the change that had come over him. He had been completely taken by their experience and all he could think about was sex. Their life had changed in the last few days. His interests were centered around nothing but the special party they were scheduled to go to tonight. Darleen had told them about Grant's Tomb in the car, but had not mentioned anything further to her about it.
Martin, however, had discussed the matter with Greg. The two men were eager to go, much more so than Janet. She sensed that something was amiss with Darleen. The older woman had been too obsequious and too friendly. Although Janet did discover she liked Darleen a little more after the weekend. She had gotten to know her much better and couldn't help it, even if she did feel guilty about what had happened to her.
She had never known such pleasures, but still, it seemed wrong to her. Greg, on the other hand, had seemed to enjoy himself so much, though she dared not speak about it, thinking it would only anger him. He could always say she started it. Besides, it was fun and wouldn't last forever. They would grow tired of it. A few weeks at most, she thought as she brushed her teeth.
Oh dear, she would have to hurry. Her appointment with the hairdresser was only forty-five minutes away and she wanted to look perfect for the night. Greg said they would meet some important people at the party and it would be good for business as well as fun.
"They should be here in a few minutes," Martin told Peter Grant. "We told them to meet us at ten."
"I'm looking forward to it," the shorter man replied. "If she's everything you say, we should have a real ball."
"Don't leave me out," Deborah interrupted. "Darleen told me that Greg is a man to be reckoned with in bed."
"That's true," Martin said. "She said that he hardly knew a thing when they first started. But by eight o'clock Sunday night I was starting to get a little jealous. He really put it to her. He seemed to be some sort of sleeping beauty. It just took the right teacher to get him to wake up," he said, putting his arm around his wife's shoulder and looking at her like a father whose daughter had just won a scholarship.
"Where's Monroe," Darleen asked. "I wouldn't want him to miss out on the fun for all the world."
"Don't worry," their host said, smiling. "He has been thinking about it all day and is really ready. I only hope she isn't too shocked by his looks. He's not what you'd call a handsome man."
Monroe watched them laugh from a distance. He knew that they were talking about him but didn't mind the laughter. If it pleased Peter to laugh about him, then it was alright. After all, none of them had ever done anything to hurt him.
He grinned and turned to the door as it opened. A beautiful young woman, her blonde hair piled high in ringlets entered the club, a young man about the same age right behind her. Monroe had never seen them before and suspected they were the new couple.
"I'm Mr. Richards," the man said hesitantly as his gaze wandered around the club. "We're supposed to meet the Kellys and Mr. Grant here."
Monroe smiled. His wide mouth spread hideously across his rough face. This was the girl they had told him about, he thought. Mr. Grant is a God. Never before had he met a girl like her. And now, thanks to his employer and friend, he would have her tonight.
"Please," he said. "This way." He led them toward the two couples standing near the dark curtain. A few of the diners lifted their heads to watch the girl in the baby blue cocktail dress as she and her husband followed the ugly giant across the room.
Greg laughed a greeting to Martin and they were introduced to the Grants. Monroe left them alone, not wanting to seem as if he were imposing.
"Who was that bruiser at the door," Greg asked.
"My bodyguard. He's most helpful."
"I don't think I have ever seen a more ugly man in my life," Janet said, genuinely in awe of the huge man, but trying to seem sophisticated at the same time.
Peter told them Monroe's story as they walked behind the curtain to a large door. He took out his key and unlocked the double lock, then motioned them to ascend the staircase.
The men talked while Janet thought about the bodyguard who had seemed so polite. He acted somehow as if he had been waiting for her especially. Of course, he probably had special instructions to meet them at the door and take them to Peter Grant. She always enjoyed being watched by men, but not leered at. He's just a dumb animal, she thought, pushing the sudden anxiety from her mind. He meant no harm.
She had no idea what the party was going to be. She had supposed it would be a dinner party in the private rooms above the main club. She had heard Greg speaking with Martin about the excellence of the upper rooms. Though Greg had changed a great deal in the last few days, she thought his enthusiasm was for the food Martin had told him about. Greg said nothing to her when she had casually asked during the drive to the Tomb.
It must be special, perhaps a surprise. She knew she would spend the night in bed with Martin after they left. It was obvious and she didn't really mind it. Once or twice a week for a few weeks wouldn't hurt. Greg didn't object, but seemed to look forward to being with Darleen. If that was the case, then she should not object, but make the most of whatever would come of the night.
At the top of the stairs they entered the first door on the right. The room was blue, covered with drapes. Four other couples sat on red pillows on the floor. The men rose as they entered. One by one Peter introduced the newcomers to the special club members. Most of the men were about Martin's age, or a few years younger. The women were in their late twenties and exceptionally beautiful.
It was apparent to her that they were all affluent. The men all wore black ties and tuxedos, as did Greg, but theirs seemed to fit better and they wore them more comfortably.
Everyone held a tall frosted glass. A waiter brought a tray and Janet took a glass. It was filled with a light red liquid that tasted much like punch, but with a strange, haunting sweetness to it. "What is it," she asked Martin.
"Something from the islands. It will do you no harm," he said, then added with a warning smile, "but watch out for the kick."
Janet didn't understand why he laughed. Surely he wouldn't think of spiking this punch as he had done to her earlier. They could not possibly do something like that in a place where all these wealthy and important people congregated.
Later, when everyone had gotten to know each other, she heard Peter talking to the huge bodyguard. "I think we are ready," he told Monroe who stood by the door. The bodyguard walked into the hall and locked the door at the top of the stairs and then locked the door to the room from the inside. He stood like a statue and nodded to his employer. Peter took a seat and spoke with Martin. She didn't hear what he said, but thought it had something to do with either Monroe or the door. He nodded several times in that direction and the two men laughed.
Monroe knew what the two men were talking about. He was pleased that so much notice was being paid to him tonight. He would be the center of attention and wanted to perform well in order to please Peter. He looked at the girl that would soon be his and smiled inwardly to himself. Yes, he would please his boss very, very well tonight.
His large hairy hand turned the dial beside him and the lights dimmed to almost darkness.
"Tonight has a special treat for us donated by none other than Martin and Darleen themselves." Peter Grant said from his sitting position. As he spoke one of the curtains parted, displaying a large white screen. Janet turned as she heard a curtain open behind her, exposing a motion picture projector. Monroe walked to the machine and turned it on.
Janet took another large sip of her drink. The glass was almost empty. She had never tasted anything like it. It was like a mixture of strawberry and cantaloupe. A waiter took her glass and handed her another without her asking then passed the tray to the other guests as they replaced their empties with the glasses he gave them.
Lights flashed on the screen. A small whirring sound came from behind her as she listened to Peter. "We have two new members with us tonight. You have met them. And now you are about to see them in action." Janet did not quite hear what he said but she gathered that he had been speaking about her and Greg by all the turned heads that looked in their direction.
Martin knew exactly what Peter meant. The light from the screen reflected on his lewdly grinning teeth. This was going to be fun he chuckled. Really fun.
Janet watched the white sands of a familiar California beach roll across the screen and felt herself becoming extremely light headed. She gave a puzzled look down at the drink. No, she thought, shaking her head. He wouldn't dare do it here. Besides he was never near the drinks. He couldn't know which one would be mine.
Deep in thought about the drink, she didn't notice the house on the screen. She looked up when she heard Peter speak. "You will all recognize Martin's beach house. Everyone here has been there at one time or another. With the exception of these introduction shots, this whole film was shot last weekend. It took a lot of work getting it developed in time for tonight."
Last weekend, Janet thought, suddenly alarmed. Martin didn't have a camera. There must be a mistake. Ten seconds later she knew it was no mistake. The screen flashed with the whiteness of bare skin. The lens zoomed away from the skin until the whole ten foot square bed was in view. Janet gasped.
That was her on the screen. She was with Martin. She started to rise, but was too dizzy. She turned to Greg, but he was gone. There was no trace of him in the room. What was happening? She looked helplessly back at the screen, her throat contracting painfully. She wanted to scream. Everyone was enjoying the film. In living color on the wall she was astride Martin. Janet watched herself in horror. His penis was hidden deep within her as she rode him like a horseback rider, his rigid cock disappearing into the crack between her thighs, so that only a tiny little stretch of it was showing, wet and glistening.
"You all know about the hidden cameras," Peter said to the group at large. "But of course, the new couple had no idea that they would be photographed. Looks just like you," he added, turning to Janet who could not take her eyes off the screen.
"This is part of your initiation into the inner circle, Janet," he said. "You should be proud that you turned out so well in the flics. Most of the people here did not turn out nearly as well," and then he turned his attention back to the screen.
As Janet watched, she remembered everything that had happened to her during the weekend. The scenes switched often. Like a psychedelic film, the projector was revealing every exciting moment of her lost weekend.
She looked around the room for Greg. The couples on the pillows were undressing each other in the semi dark room. Janet could see that the couples she had been introduced to were not together. She looked to the screen to see Darlene and Greg, then back to the room, searching for her husband.
All the people in the room were almost naked now and playing with each other. None of them had engaged in actual copulation, but that was not far off, she could see. But where was Greg? If all these other people were going to do it then she and Greg could too. She wanted to do it!
Her mind was not her own. She could feel the fire between her legs. The room was hot, but she did not want to strip. Not by herself. A hand rested on her shoulder. Expecting to see Greg, or at least Martin, she was surprised when she turned.
Peter stood over her, his swollen penis jutting out from his body. One of the women stood nude next to him. "That is only part of your initiation," he said. "It's hot, don't you think? Let's take off your dress and get naked."
She did not want to, not here like this with a perfect stranger. "Where's my husband," she asked, an alarmed expression on her face. "Where's Martin?"
The idea of being in a room full of nude copulating strangers excited her, but she did not want to be with one of them. She wanted one of the men she knew.
Peter pointed across the room at his wife, who was straddling a man lying on one of the pillows. "There," he said. "There with my wife is good old Greg. He's one in a million, that boy. It took him no time at all to get into the swing of things."
She could not believe it. She staggered to her feet. The drugged drink had hit her like a dozen Martinis. She could hardly navigate as she walked through the naked, squirming bodies sprawled on the floor. The room flashed with different colors, nearly blinding her. On the screen scores of still shots flashed. Pictures of her with Martin, Greg and Darleen… Oh, God, she said aloud as she saw herself with Darleen on the screen, the two of them in a wild lesbian embrace with her own face sunk tightly between Darleen's straining thighs.
She tripped over another pillow and fell to the floor, her head beside her husband's. The euphoric look on his face needed no explanation. He, too, had taken the drug, she thought. A laugh brought her eyes up to Deborah who was sliding herself up and down on Greg's swollen shaft. The delight in her eyes was too much. Janet could not take any more. All of these people were fucking and she had no one, no one except the men on the screen and in the strange distorted haze of the drug it suddenly all seemed so unfair… so unfair… and… and sick…
She picked herself off the floor and started for the door. She had to escape. They were all insane. Not even in Rome would they have done this, she thought. They were all crazy… all crazy. As she walked, the flashing lights from the screen dimmed. She reached out for something to grab and steady herself in the darkness.
The screen flickered a few more times and died. The film clip had ended. Half conscious, Janet felt a strong hand lift her and carry her across the room. She felt the man take a small step up onto the tiny stage that was covered with pillows directly below the screen that was being shut out by the closing curtains.
The hands worked eagerly at her dress taking it off quickly, but carefully, not damaging her garment. She hadn't the strength to open her eyes. Her ears barely heard the moaning and gaspings as couple after couple raced to wild orgasm in the room around her.
"Ready," she heard Peter's excited voice after a few moments. She was completely naked and vulnerable, lying limply back into the mattress, she shuddered and tried to close her arms over her exposed breasts as she felt the hot breath of a man breezing across her stomach.
The man stood up. "Ready," he answered in a heavy guttural voice.
Her eyes popped open at the sound of the deep voice that boomed over six feet above her head. Oh no, she thought, as she looked up to the underside of the largest penis she had ever imagined. It jutted straight out from his body in magnificent but frightening erection, curving slightly upward toward the large bulbous head. It was ten inches long and had an incredible diameter.
It should have belonged to Zeus, the God of war, but instead, was connected to the hairy muscular body of Peter Grant's bodyguard. "Ooooh," she gasped aloud. His feet were on either side of her head. The hairy muscular legs rose from the small stage like giant monuments to the phallus at their apex. Janet shuddered, her body shrinking down tight into the mattress.
"You're awake," Peter Grant said smiling down at her. He leaned over, putting one knee on the pillow by her hips. "We were afraid you'd had too much. How do you feel?"
The girl could not answer. She tried to focus on his face. She turned her head and saw that the men and women in the room had gathered near the stage in a close semi-circle, their eyes bearing excitedly down on her naked flesh. They were still fondling each other and some of the leering faces were familiar. Martin was with one of the other women and his wife gently stroked Peter's hanging penis as he talked with her.
Janet looked for Greg. He sat three feet from her, his fingers between Deborah's legs, fondling the soft lips of her open vagina only slightly hidden from view by the soft silken hair surrounding it. He was not better than the rest, she thought dimly, hopelessly. Her mind screamed at him, but the response to her vocal chords was too slow and by the time it reached her lips, it was no longer necessary.
She could smell the sweetness of sex in the room. Her own husband had become a part of this ungodly group. "Remember," Peter said in a slow hypnotic monotone. "I told you that the movie was the first part of the initiation?" She nodded vaguely.
"Well this is the second part. Greg," he said, pointed at her husband. "Has already fulfilled his second half. Now it is your turn. All the men drew straws to see who would be your partner and Monroe won. I hope you are as good to him as you were to our friend Martin on the screen."
The girl could not believe the words. They seemed almost in a foreign tongue. These were respectable people. Yet they were all in this room with the same idea in mind… community sex. She looked about her and saw many of the large cocks again growing to erection from the sight of her young helpless body. The potion had taken good care of all of them.
Janet looked about her. The couples were swaying gently to the soft Indian sitar music that now flowed through the room. It was like a sacrifice. She was the most innocent of the group and they were going to change her, make her exactly like them, perverted, insane with sexual desires.
Her future flashed before her as she looked into the dark, far away eyes of her husband and her friends. There was no escape. She knew that no matter what she would try to do, they would have a hold on her. It was no use, no use at all.
The music sounded louder to her. A faint drum and sitar played in the melodic undertones of the new music of the twentieth century. She was on an altar, her innocence about to be slaughtered in sacrifice to the ritualized sex cult of the new age.
Tears filled her eyes. Once she had wanted children. After tonight, she, like the rest of the couples, would have no children. No woman would be able to face a child, knowing that she had done what she was about to do.
If the act had been totally forced upon her, such as rape, she might have survived, but she knew she would willingly consent. Tears involuntarily streamed down her face and she found herself actually wanting Monroe to take her with all his ugliness, all his brute strength, right in front of these people. She wanted him as she must have wanted Martin, as she would want so many other faceless men in the years to come.
She uttered a silent prayer for herself as the giant bent to kiss her. His yellow teeth shown from under his dark mustache. His breath was strangely sweet. He must have made a point not to offend her and seemed almost like a child to her, doing what he knew would feel good, doing what he had been summoned to do.
She made no sound as his heavy lips sensuously caressed her neck. The aphrodisiac accented the touch of his hairy lips upon her skin, her legs weakened as he leaned his body on top of her.
The huge swollen prick was lying against her thigh almost reaching to her waist. Its size outlined against her flesh frightened her. Perhaps, not knowing what he was doing, he would kill her with his monstrous weapon. It would be impossible for her to take such a massive cock into her. God, she moaned in her half conscious state, she would be split open and she prayed silently that pain might black her out, then she would not have to remember what happened when her reason returned and with the reason, the horrible, horrible guilt of the leering faces around her.
She looked at the swaying eyes as they stared through the dim light. She could see her image reflected on their glazed pupils. The couples silently sipped at their drinks.
Her husband looked down at her with a detached interest, his interest in her was not her plight, but what the sight of her with another man would do to excite him. He smiled as Deborah slid her hand between his legs and played with the soft flesh surrounding the base of his erect penis. He was like a total stranger.
Janet stared at him. It was not her husband at all and he could never be again. For them, marriage would only be a partnership in adultery. She accepted the fact with a foreboding shudder of the future and turned her attention back to the Goliath on top of her.
What the hell, flickered through her shattered mind. If that's what the bastards, including Greg, want then give 'em a show they'll never forget!
Monroe was too excited by her beauty to control himself. He did not know what to do and was surprised and grateful when the beautiful girl he held started to gently scratch the small of his back with her nails. He wanted to get inside her at once and feel the sweet warmth of her pussy clasping around him but she was so small, he was afraid he would hurt her.
Then, unexpectedly she rose to a sitting position beside him. He looked at her while he leaned on one arm. He did not know what she wanted. He turned his head to find Peter, hoping that the little man would have some advice for him, some word to guide his next move. But he needed no next move.
Janet gently pushed at him, so that he would lie on his back. The giant obeyed like a small child. She closed her eyes and tried to smile, hiding her disgust at the ugliness of his innocent face. She doubted if a face like his even held the intelligence to add simple figures. They were both nothing but playthings of the group. They were to perform, or be thrown to the lions of loneliness and so they obeyed.
She straddled his chest and touched her lips to his neck. He had no foul odor as she might have imagined. He was clean, and though his hands were rough, his skin was as soft as any man's might be. As she worked her way down his body with her lips she could see his muscles straining, holding back.
She slid her body further down as she toyed, teasingly with her teeth at the hair around his nipples. His entire body was covered with thick, black hair, though not as much as many men she had seen and it strangely excited her in a primeval, animalistic way.
She could see the power of Greek Gods in the muscles that strained beneath his tight skin. Suddenly her rear end bumped into his upward straining shaft of flesh. The head was white hot and she felt for a moment as though she had been burned. All the eyes in the room were intently glued to her now. They had expected to witness a wild, brutal ravishment and her sudden assent and participation had stirred their perverse expectations even more.
Without a sound the huge man started to roll his body so that she slid off and for a moment she was again afraid, too afraid to notice the heat welling up inside her. Monroe saw that her nipples were erect and knew that he would excite her as he had frightened her. Every woman that he had had in the last few years was as excited as she was afraid of his huge bulk and strength. But somehow this one was different. He could feel that her fear was not entirely of him, but of something in their audience. His unresponding brain could not determine what.
She lay on her back. Her husband and the others watching and waiting in excited expectation. She knew now that he had been to the club already, probably since Sunday. She knew that he had knowledge of what was to take place on the stage and vowed that she would revenge herself on him now if she could only stand the shame and humiliation of doing it in front of all these leering faces.
The giant leaned over and straddled her. His fingers stroked the moist lips of her vagina. He wanted to be sure that she was already rising in desire. He needed to be assured that she wanted him and was ready when he took her. The pain would be too great otherwise.
Instead of leaning forward and kissing her as she expected, the huge bodyguard began to shuffle forward on his knees, one straddling each side of her body. Her face was as close to the giant's pulsating cock as she had been. It swayed from side to side as he moved forward like a cripple, inching slowly on his knees, his body erect.
He leaned forward and placed his hands on the pillow above her head. The cock was now dangerously close to her face. Her mouth hung open at the sight of it. Her amazement did not cease. Such a penis should belong to no man, and it didn't. It belonged to the animal that leaned over her. He moved a few inches backward until his balls rested on her belly.
The huge, crimson head rested in the cleavage between her breasts. All eyes in the room looked at the gigantic reclining log. Slowly the big man began to rock slightly. She could feel the soft tickling sensation from the hair of his testicles as they seemed to roll across the flesh of her chest and stomach. They were huge and unexpectedly heavy. It's been a long time for him she thought, knowing that they must be filled to the brim with eager, but dormant sperm.
Her skin tingled at the touch. The great log moved between her breasts and she lifted her hands to their sides. She pressed her firm full breasts toward each other so that the shaft became almost invisible between them when he rocked backward.
Each time he came forward she could see the huge head appearing snake-like through the opening it made between her breasts. She pushed her head back into the pillow and looked up with open mouth at the man who straddled her. His mouth also hung open in lustful wonder as he stared down at her voluptuous young breasts held so tight around him. His mustache was damp with perspiration. She knew that it was almost too much for him, that he was holding back with all his power to save himself as long as he could. It gave her a sudden, great sense of power to know that in spite of all his strength and power she could control him this way.
They looked at each other for a long while. Both had become kindred spirits. Both knowing that they were being used for other people's perverse pleasure. Monroe was ashamed that all these people should watch the girl submit to him. He knew he was ugly and she was too beautiful to ever have done anything with him if she had not been forced.
She smiled up at him and he felt better. If they must do it, then he would not hurt her. Her eyes remained wet as they began to set a perfect rhythm. Each time she saw the huge cock disappear and reappear between her breasts she nearly gasped in unfounded fear.
Her loins ached at the wonderment of anticipation of being screwed by the huge cock. Her legs were spread wide down behind him and the air in the room lavished her yearning vagina with kisses. She turned to watch the spectators.
They had not stopped staring, but their fondling had become more alive. She could see the other couples toying with breasts, with legs, with penises and hands roaming haphazardly everywhere. In the reflection she could see her husband insert his index finger into Peter's wife's moist, open vagina as she squirmed down on his hand, her eyes wide and smoky.
Janet reached up with her nails and lightly scratched the giant's back. He moved forward, stopping his motion. He wanted her to suck him, but was afraid that her mouth would not be big enough. All the women he had ever had always wanted to suck him, but few had succeeded in taking the whole of the giant head between their lips.
She slid her nails along the small of his back and over the muscular buttocks pressing them slightly toward her face. Slowly he lowered his hips as she urged him forward. The tremendous cock was only an inch from her lips now and in his excitement a single drop of clear translucent liquid seeped from the throbbing tip. She removed her hands from his buttocks and reached up toward his straining loins.
"Aaahhhhhh," he sighed as she took hold of the throbbing prick with both hands. Her touch was light, yet firm. The crowd moaned their approval in unison, excited at the prospect of watching this young, pure housewife sucking the giant man hovering over her face.
She pulled her hands toward her mouth, stroking the massive cock gently back and forth. She pursed her lips, ready for the real beginning. She was going to suck this man in front of all of them. She would make the women jealous, she thought in her drug inspired daze, and the men too. She would show them and they would all like to trade places, but she and Monroe had the stage and were going to keep their place. If these people needed something like this to stimulate them then she would give it to them, like they had never had it before. She knew that not long from that moment she would be one of them. But tonight she would be above them, not far, but above them at least.
She bent her head slightly forward and her tongue darted out at the single clear drop, licking it lasciviously back into her mouth. She closed her lips and swallowed the sweet droplet, savoring it dramatically for the benefit of her audience. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. It was sweet, sweeter than Martin or her husband. It belonged to a man who could break them both in half, and probably would do so at her command.
She rolled her head to the side and looked at Darleen who was intent on vengeance, but had failed. Her revenge had become Janet's pleasure. The girl was in the center of the stage, and she, Darleen, had become just another bystander, content to watch the role be played out before her, only able to catch a glimpse of and feel vicariously the ecstasy the younger girl enjoyed.
Janet swirled her tongue around her lips moistening them for all to see and turned her head back to the cock she held between her hands. Another droplet appeared. She opened her now moist lips and pulled him closer to her, closing her lips wetly over half of the white hot head.
"Oooohhhh," the huge bodyguard moaned as she gently began to suck at him. Her mouth was already almost opened to its fullest extent and she didn't know if she could get even the head inside. She stretched her jaws wider and pulled him gently, until with sudden grunt of straining effort, she swallowed the whole head into her mouth.
A gasp came from the women who watched. None of them would have attempted it, though they would have wanted to. The girl relaxed her jaw for a minute, playing with the tip of the huge organ that filled her mouth. Her tongue licked small circles on the underside of his glans, sending fiery needles of sensation up his back to his imprisoned brain. No woman had given him this kind of treatment voluntarily and it was driving him almost insane.
He closed his eyes as she started to suck harder and pull more of his swollen cock into her mouth. She knew that she could not take much more but her sudden hunger was becoming insatiable. Her jaws were sore, but she savored the moisture rising in him and sucked as though her life depended on it. Not even half the massive prick had fit into her mouth. It was impossible to take any more.
She slid her head back and forth as best she could, hearing the giant moan each time she did but she was nearly exhausted, though the fires deep within her were burning harder. She wanted to swallow all of the huge cock, to show them all, but knew it was no use. She wanted the pain of him entering her fiery cunt, hurting her for what she had done, for becoming a raging animal no better than the rest of those who watched her. She wanted to be punished, punished as she had never been before.
"Eat her," she heard someone whisper from the crowd. Monroe recognized the voice and knew that he must obey. Peter would punish him if he did not obey, though it took all his will and strength to pull away from the warm, moist shelter of her mouth, he knew he must. He had no choice.
Janet slackened her jaws when she felt the big man pull himself away from her. Peter must have said it, she thought, turning her head to see the panting crowd at their side. They had, without exception, put down their drinks and some were now watching down on all fours, their mouths hanging open, waiting for the next move. Peter's wife had dropped to her knees in front of Greg and she saw her eyes looking sideways at her as she sucked hungrily at his cock. He was leaning back on both hands, supported by trembling arms as he excitedly watched Monroe's penis slowly pull away from his own wife's ovalled lips.
Janet's eyes adjusted to the little more light that came to them when Monroe had moved his body that had shadowed the illumination from the blue bulb at the other end of the room. Her legs were spread, her knees almost pointing completely away from her. She lay limply back, ready for anything the hulking giant wanted to do to her now. The pain in her jaws subsided as she waited almost impatiently for the next move.
"Oooohhhhh, darling," she cried out as she felt his tongue part the thin, golden pubic hair that sparsely covered the soft pink lips of her cunt. Her words even further excited the spectators. She was completely at his mercy, totally under his power and she loved it. She loved it so much to call the huge hairy beast, darling.
He used his large fingers to hold the lips apart. He pulled his head back a few inches to focus his eyes on the sweet loveliness he was about to eat. It looked so clean, so pure. The smell was sweet, like the smell of fresh rain in a forest. He had never experienced anything so clean, so innocent, so eager to please him, and now he would please her.
His tongue darted out at the swollen clitoris that throbbed like a man's tiny penis. It was erect with throbbing desire and yearned to be kissed. He pursed his lips and planted an almost affectionate kiss on the small pulsating bud, groaning in a child-like reverence as he did so. The women sighed as they watched, their own loins burning now with desire for the brute. Janet moaned quietly and smiled at his gentleness as she waited with bated breath for the next tingling touch.
She did not have to wait long. His tongue twirled around the bud and licked softly along the swollen pink lips that surrounded it. He would be gentle.
"Ooooooohhhh," she moaned as he licked slowly along the bright crevice that glistened with her own lubricating moisture. Her moan was the only noise in the room. The others, watching, breathed shallow quiet breaths, lest they miss something.
Janet rolled her head from side to side slowly in rhythm with the tongue that prodded her to greater heights of ecstasy. Never had she thought such an ugly, brutal looking man could give her so much wild, uninhibited pleasure. Her eyes scanned the crowd, barely seeing them. She was alone as his lips and tongue nibbled hungrily down between her spread-eagled legs. The humiliation she had suffered could never be repaired, but the sexual excitement she experienced could never be replaced again either.
The tongue found its way to the soft flesh of her pussy and quickly darted inside. She felt herself jerk slightly toward him. His fingers held the soft moons of her buttocks apart while he toyed with her rubbery yielding anus. Please, don't, she begged silently. She knew that it would hurt too much. If he took her there, she would surely die.
She could feel his tongue searching the opening of her vagina, playing with the smooth, moist flesh at her entrance. It hardened slightly and probed further up into her passage, curling to the very depths of her being. Her eyes blinked furiously causing weird shadows to dot the ceiling and her desire suddenly knew no bounds. God, if he didn't fuck her soon she was going to explode from the sudden heat of her obscene passion.
Monroe, too, was ready when he heard her.
"Fuck me, darling. Please I beg you. Fuck me now, split me, but please FUCK ME!" Her screams shocked the whole room. None of the people were ready for it. The sudden outburst was like an order for all the couples to fall upon one another and begin thrusting swollen cocks into hot fiery cunts. Their attention had left the stage.
The giant, in his wild excitement, crawled up and kneeling between her legs poised the head of his massive prick at the throbbing entrance to her wet, open cunt. She relaxed her loins as best she could, hoping that the initial thrust would not hurt too much. Tears of sexual tension filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. He touched the hot, pulsating head against the tight pink opening and pushed slightly.
"Ugghhhh, God!" she moaned, anticipating the greater pain that was to follow.
Then, he ground his way up inside her. The pain was not as bad as she had expected. He was being as gentle as he could until his cock was buried halfway into her cunt. Then with a single thrust, which he could hold back no longer, he drove it the rest of the way into her.
"Aaaarrrgghhhh!" she screamed. "Oh, God it hurts!" as she felt his massive balls slam hard into the softness of her upturned buttocks.
She sobbed as he started to stroke her with long, smooth, piston-like movements. He knew that the worst was over for her as it had been for most women once he had stretched them wide, and in a moment, she knew it too. The tremendous pain turned to a sudden all consuming pleasure. Her ready, well lubricated passage had swallowed the whole of his cock. The fit was tight, but her flowing sexual liquids made it feel as though his cock was slicing through warm, melted butter as it slid lasciviously in and out between her open thighs.
Monroe knew he would be quick, though he was not as fast as some of those in their audience. He could hear men and women already groaning in orgasm as the balloon of pressure built up in his own testicles and suddenly burst.
"Uuuggghhhhnnnn," he cried, trying to stifle a scream.
His wildly ejaculating sperm burst into her like a hot, erupting geyser, spewing into and filling the whole of her belly until she thought surely she would burst from the hot, rampaging pressure. But, the white, thick liquid gushing from his jerking organ into her open vagina only drove her to greater and greater heights, her legs kicking and quivering helplessly out in the air on either side of his pounding hips.
The lewd, hungry tension deep inside her grew and grew and she knew it was only seconds away… seconds… seconds… and then it exploded! Her own wildly flowing juices swirled around deep inside her and mixed obscenely, lasciviously, with the hot, boiling sperm still spewing forth from the gigantic instrument buried deep up her churning crevice.
"I'm cumming, oh God, fuck harder, I'm cuuummmmming! Give it to me, fuck me! Ram it to me till I die! Aaaaaaaeeeeeeee! Oooooooh!"
Her head rolled helpless from side to side, the long blonde strands of her thrashing hair whipping into the mattress like a snapping bull whip, her eyes bulging wide, as though they were straining to leap from their sockets.
And as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The blubbering Monroe collapsed in a helpless heap on top of her and her own arms and legs fell limply out to the still shaking mattress beneath them.
They lay still for a moment, unable to move and their breath coming in short, recuperative gasps. And then a command from the side of the bed from a voice that she recognized dimly as Peter's.
"Get up, Monroe. My turn to plow this little beauty now."
And she felt the large hulking weight lift obediently from her, his huge, log-like cock slipping from her sperm filled vagina with a slight sucking noise.
And then another weight pressing her legs wide apart and falling heavily down on her sweating body.
"God, yes," she found herself mumbling incoherently as she pulled her thighs hard back against her breasts to receive the hardened cock of the lust-maddened Peter. "I have become one of them! I have become one of them! Ooooooooooh God, yessssss! Ram it deeper! Ram it deeper! Deeper, till I die!"