As if to bear out her feelings of ill and had to come, Bob insisted on stopping for dinner on the long drive to L.A. and having three martinis with dinner. Later, they made another stop and Bob had two more before continuing on to the McKern house.
Part of her dread vanished when she saw the house and surrounding grounds Carol was easily impressed with wealth and money and she allowed Mona to show them around the house on a kind of grand tour. She was impressed with their wealth and with their taste, for each room seemed separate, to have a personality all its own. Even the cellar romper room was different, being or looking oddly unfinished until Mona explained that the walls were used for projecting movies.
Upstairs, on the patio, by the pool, they were served cocktails and were surrounded by other guests of the McKern's. "This is just a little get together of old friends, you might say," Mona explained, gesturing around. "We all know one another and like to get together from time to time. So, you two being the newcomers, you might say that this party is in your honor."
"Yes," Leo agreed, looking at his wife and raising his glass. "I'll drink to that. Let's make Bob and Carol our guests of honor. Everybody," Leo said, turning to face the patio. "Can I have your attention for a moment?" He stood, grinning first at Bob and then Carol before he turned back to the group. "Here-they-are folks," he chanted imitating a carny barker, "Here they are Bob and Carol and we're dedicating this little party to them. They're the reason, the excuse, for this little get together."
There were cheers and handclaps and many a welcome as glasses were raised and one voice called out, "Bob and Carol, huh? Where's Ted and Alice?" There was general laughter and Bob thought he heard Leo say, "Later, later for that."
Mona wandered off to see about something for the party with Bob watching her walk with hard hungry eyes. Carol didn't notice because Leo took her by the arm and led her away from Bob, introducing her to all the men around the pool. There was something about the way the men looked at her and the way they shook hands and the smile that spread slowly on their lips that made her wonder again: a strange feeling of nervous concern hovered to the surface ever so slowly. She looked around for Bob and saw him slouched against the wall, over by the door leading inside, a drink in his hand, talking to a couple. But Leo kept distracting her and leading her away from Bob as he introduced her around the pool.
Most of the women seemed cool to her or they took in her young voluptuous figure with a calculating eye.
Again, she had the feeling of anxiety and nameless fear and she looked around again and saw Bob disappearing inside with Mona. Mona with a smile on her face, looking up at her husband in a way that told her they were too familiar. Bob was touching her, his arms slipping around her as they quickly stepped out of sight!
Carol felt completely alone at that moment. She turned to Leo and read the answer in his eyes. He, too, seemed alone and grave. "Carol," he said, his tone formal and strange coming from him, "I must talk to you in private." He took her gently by the elbow and indicated the guest cottage down below the pool. They walked the path single file, smiling at guests and then they were inside and Leo was shutting the door against the talk and laughter and music and they were alone. He indicated a chair with his hand and Carol sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She sat primly, on the edge of the chair, braced bravely for what he was going to say. "Carol," Leo began again, very formally, "I have unfortunate proof that your husband has been having an affair with my wife."
Bob followed Mona into the house, gaping around, a drink in his hand. He was feeling a little high from the drinks on the road and he felt a little reckless. "Hey, this is some place you got here. And all these people." He followed her down the hall, not worried about Carol at all.
Mona, leading him down the hall suddenly stopped and whirled on him. She was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress that was low cut and allowed her breasts to bounce and shake like two orbs. In fact, the dress gave the impression that it was ready to fall off at any moment. It seemed imprinted on her flat stomach and clung like soft silk to her thighs and buttocks. He could tell from the way that she moved, the silky freedom, the sense of warm free flesh undulating under flimsy cloth, was overpowering. She turned on him and ran her thigh between his legs and gently ground her pelvis into his groin. "Hi ya, Tiger. God, have I missed you!"
"Same for me," he murmured, feeling her thigh, the soft warm inside of her thigh rub between his legs and gently thrusting up against his crotch and wiggling around and he smells her perfume and sees that bawdy look of unfocussed lewdness in her eyes and he wants to drag her to the floor and fuck her right there. Her skin is so white as he looks down at her breasts which are half-free from the dress and they seem so creamy and full down to where he could see the pinking of a nipple blushing pink against the black dress. She was a beautiful exciting woman. She was crazy, and had no morals at all but he was crazy about her and felt his cock swelling and jerking in his pants and he turned to look over his shoulder, fearing someone might see. Realizing his position and what would happen if Carol or Leo should walk in, he cleared his throat and stepped back, taking a drink from his glass.
Mona stood with her legs apart and her hips still thrust out and pumping slowly and lewdly against the air. "Come on," she said in a husky voice, grinning at him, looking at him with those dark eyelashes and bangs. Her lips were red and wet. "Come on," she repeated, "Let's get somewhere alone."
He made a vague gesture with his hand. "I can't. Carol, my wife, is around somewhere."
Mona gave a throaty laugh and took him by the hand. "Don't worry, Leo's going to keep her busy."
He held back. Something was too pat. Leo was going to keep Carol busy. Why?
"Come on," Mona urged.
"No."
"Why?" she asked, the smile still on her face but a cold edge to her voice.
"It wouldn't look right. I mean… if we were gone too long."
Mona cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with a sexy sideways glance. "I haven't seen you in days. I've been thinking about you for days. All I want to do is show you something. Don't worry." She squeezed his hand and led him through the house. "I just want to show you something. That's all."
She led him down a narrow flight of carpeted steps and he had to blink in order to see and he stepped carefully and found himself standing in the romper room. He smiled politely, ready to say something nice like, "Oh, it'll be swell when its finished," when he saw Mona walk over behind what looked like a control panel.
She stood facing him, looking up through her lashes at him, smiling, as he took in the room and she dimmed the lights down until the room was black and he watched her half-hidden voluptuous figure disappear in the inky black. He stood silent for a few uncomfortable seconds and again was about to speak when he saw a light behind him glowing out of the corners of his eyes. He swung around and gasped, almost spilling his drink.
One rectangular wall had leaped to life in blazing color and Bob was looking at a huge blown-up movie, he was looking at a close up of a cunt and he could see the pink fluted edges moist with desire as they writhed and the thighs loomed huge and sensuous, spread out on the wall and he could see the long muscles stand out as the hips pumped and did a slow rotating bump and grind and the slit of the cunt, so big up there on the wall, moving with such a hypnotic rhythm as it grew larger and the soft pubic hair, curled around the edges of the cunt which seemed to spread its lips and glisten in the light. He could plainly see the clitoris, looking as if it had been coated in transparent oil, waver and throb with excitement.
Low music filled the room in a soft cool stereo effect, coming from wall to wall and even from behind him as the wall next to him leaped to life and he saw the thick mushrooming head of a prick fill it and he stood watching the sheath being slowly slipped back as the blood-throbbing cock seemed to fill the wall and yearn to get at the next wall at the undulating and writhing cunt.
"Look behind you," Mona said, her voice blending in with the sensuous music as she slipped to his side and he looked again at the wall where the cunt was moving in a well-oiled and regular beat, the beat that would climax in a wild passion that would collapse into a shouldering orgasm. He couldn't take his eyes off the wall where the cunt was glistening in excitement now and the cords of the thighs were straining and standing out. At Mona's urging, he tore his eyes away and looked at the wall behind him to see them filled with the most lovely buttocks he had ever seen. He stood, open mouthed, watching as the naked buttocks slowly tensed and bunched then slowly, teasingly, undulated up and down. Then, as he sank on a sofa that Mona led him to, he saw giant fingers come down over the firm twin cheeks of the buttocks and slowly spread the deep shadowed crevice until her anus was bared to his gaze.
Mona was unzipping his fly and groping for his cock as he looked at the rubbery anus so puckered and tight and tiny in the middle of a perfect pair of buttocks spread wide apart. He leaned back in the couch, his drink still in his hand, his body lewdly relaxed. To hell with Carol, everything could wait. He winced as Mona pulled his rock hard cock free and he felt it hot and throbbing in her hand. To hell with everything, this was too much to miss!
He stared at the three walls, turning slowly from one to another while Mona stroked his cock up and down in a slow maddening rhythm. On one wall the cunt writhed wild and madly, begging for some satisfaction while on the next wall a cock loomed larger, yearning to get at the cunt while on the third wall the fingers inched forward and around the arms, slowly expanding the tiny puckered nether ring. He felt his cock pulsating in her hand as she stroked up and down. He looked at her with half-closed eyes and realized his breath was coming hot and heavy through his nostrils. If nothing else mattered, he had to have some satisfaction! Mona smiled at him and bent her head forward, her dark hair falling forward and half concealing her face. He had just the right angle to see her red tongue lick wetly out and just flick over the opening of his cock and he jerked on the couch and jutted his groin up toward her face as he looked wildly around the room.
The fourth wall!
Just as he looked, at the fourth wall he felt the wet warm mouth full of endless pleasure close over the heated hard head of his cock. The wall blinked into life in color and he saw a scene. On the wall he saw a man who sat looking at a music book, oblivious of what was happening on the other three walls and in the room as Bob looked down and saw the bobbing head of Mona working over his ramrod cock in the flickering light and it only added to his lewd excitement and he could feel cum gathering smokily his balls. He looked at the wall again. The man's preoccupation with the book soon became evident. A close-up showed he had photographs hidden in the music book, photographs of nude men and women in various positions. He was looking at one of a woman sucking a cock and his eyes closed in obvious pleasure.
With a groan, Bob let his drink spill to the floor and his hands tangled in Mona's carefully coffered hair and his hips pumped lewdly in and out as his head fell back and he looked around at the walls of the room and felt his cock wet and lubricated in Mona's mouth. It was only then that he fully noticed that the ceiling was one huge mirror and he was seeing the movies reflected over again. He moaned his delight as he saw the wall with the cunt reflected as fingers now sawed in and out of the flaccid and well-lubricated cunt as it danced and writhed in front of him.
He turned to the wall with the man as Mona settled into a slow pulling rhythm. The man was responding to a knock at a door and getting up and letting a young girl come in the room. She was a lovely girl, one of those girls who mature and ripen early in life. She was dressed in a short mini-skirt of some kind and carded some books. It was obvious from the pantomime that followed that the girl had come for a music lesson and the teacher as signed her some songs to learn, sitting the girl at the table then left the room. The girl, pretended to study then took the instructors book to check something. The photographs spilled out on the table and the camera showed her sudden shocked reaction and she put the photos away with horror written all over her face.
With a slight sound, sucking hard, Mona let his cock slip from her mouth and she smiled at it, giving it an extra squeeze and sliding the foreskin back until it was taut. She got to her knees and boldly pulled her dress up around her waist revealing her total nakedness underneath and her softly curling triangle of black pubic hair.
She pushed him further out on the couch so that he could see her straddling his waist in the mirror above while he watched the movies all around him. He saw Mona leaning forward and her firm white buttocks jutting out as she pulled the dress up around her waist.
Bob felt he was close to having the strongest orgasm of his life. What they were doing was so insane and dangerous yet he was so hot that he thought the hell with Leo, he must know about it, to hell with him he's crazy and so's his wife, to hell with them and to hell with Carol! He felt a wild lewd jubilation as he looked down and saw Mona with her thighs spread, reaching down with one hand and holding his hard cock in place while she lowered her moist, wide splayed cunt down in his excitedly waiting cock head and began to squirm it wetly around.
The young girl on the wall went back to her studies yet the camera showed the emotions on her face. Horror changed to curiosity and curiosity mounted until it got the better of her. She took the pictures out of the song book and began quickly and feverishly to glance at each one, looking at the door from time to time.
She began to slowly shuffle through the pack of pictures. Close ups showed the various positions of intercourse the subjects in the pictures were in. The camera switched to the girls face, showing wide-eyed amazement in their expressions. The camera remained focused on her face as a slow change came over her expression. Her emotions changed from one of amazement to excitement. Her eyes drooped and dilated and showed the smoky haze of passion drift through them. She began breathing hard and the camera swung low under the table so that it looked right up between her legs. She had pulled her skirt up slightly and had inserted her finger under the leg band of her nylon panties. He could see as the camera moved in close that she was softly stroking the wet little slip of her vagina.
Bob felt his buttocks tense and his whole body grow taut and tingle as Mona slowly, teasingly, lowered herself onto his cock until it sunk up between her open thighs to the hilt. She squatted over him with her dress pulled up to her slim waist, her tongue sticking out lewdly as she began to wiggle her hips slowly as she took all her wild attractive weight on her thighs.
She was astride him, naked from the waist down and her breasts were half-billowing out of her dress as she began to undulate around, his shaft buried to the hilt in her tight not cunt. He could feel her constricting her inner vaginal muscles as the softly nibbling lips tensed and tightened spasmodically around his shaft.
His half-closed and smoky eyes looked at the screen. The girl was reacting in horror as she whirled and saw that the door was open and the instructor had caught her looking at the pictures and fingering herself. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and marched her over to a couch in the corner where he pulled her down across his knees. Her legs kick wildly behind her as he lifted her skirt up over the soft round globes of her buttocks looking like twin virgins and began spanking her through the panties with the palm of his hand. The girl kicked and screamed under the harsh pounding of the tutor, her scantily covered little buttocks quivering piteously under each cruel blow.
The camera showed a close up of the music teacher's face then a close up of her buttocks again where his hand could be seen drawing the flimsy white panties down over their delicious young firmness.
The panties are torn off as the girl pleads over her shoulder to him. The teacher is in a fine lewd rage and he shoves her to the floor and stalks to the table where the pictures lie. He goes back to the girl who cowers before him as he holds out first one picture and the next and makes demands and threats of exposure to the girl. The girl quakingly agrees and they both strip naked, the man's penis standing out like a thick tree stump.
The girl's body is young and lovely and fully developed. She stands with her arms folded in front of her huge, firmly shaped young breasts, trying to hide them. At his instruction, she's made to sit naked on the edge of a cushion on a big easy chair and, at his insistence, she's made to drape her legs up and out over either arm. He knelt down between her wide spread thighs with the camera zeroing in for a close up of her cunt just over the top of his head. He reached forward placing a thumb on either side of the narrow hair-lined slit and spread the tender lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tight cunt. The camera zoomed in closer and one whole wall became her tiny clitoris as it throbbed gently in the air just above the tight elastic cuntal opening.
Bob almost leaped out of his skin. A door opened, cutting a block rectangle in the thigh of the girl on one wall and people came into the room! He started to struggle up, taking Mona with him.
Mona shushed him and forced him down on his back, leaning over him with a lewd smile. "It's all right. Just some people come to join the show," she whispered, leaning way over him so that her breast burst free from the dress and he saw her nipple taut and dark in the flickering light and he saw shadows move, saw couples sink on couches and he looked in the ceiling mirror and saw naked thighs and breasts as bodies writhed and almost blended with the action in the movies on all the walls.
Mona began moving up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm as she undid his tie and shirt and slowly helped him out of some of his clothes as he turned his attention back to the movie on the fourth wall. He looked just as the man's head moved forward toward the moist pink slit he was parting with his thumbs and fingers. There was a profile view now of his face and the girl's vagina with the tiny, reddish clitoris still quivering from her undulating and restless excitement. The man's tongue snaked out and the tip swiped slowly across the throbbing flesh sending the now-wet bud into a jerking hardness that brought groans of delight from those watching in the room.
Bob looked up in the mirror to see Mona rising and falling over his spread eagle body and he saw a naked blonde sprawled obscenely on another couch smile back at him in the mirror and he wondered if she were real or another movie? It didn't matter, nothing mattered as he felt his testicles swelling with a huge pool of cum and he turned his attention back to the fourth wall.
The man teased the cunt wetly for a moment with his tongue running up and down the full length of the widely spread slit bringing contorted and uncontrollable expressions of joy to the girl's face that could now be seen in the camera. The girl wrapped her hands in the man's thick black hair and the muscle's in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face forward with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against his face as he sunk his tongue with a sudden lizard-like thrust deep into the tightness of her clasping cunt. She was now a raw quivering mass of desire and writhed and twisted like a slow moving belly dancer under the man's hot probing tongue.
Bob's hands pawed at her black cocktail dress and he, helped her out of it, Mona pulling it over her head as her pure round white breasts burst free with the nipples tight and pointing upwards. Brazenly, she cupped them in her hands as she looked around the room from astride Bob's cock like she was nakedly riding some young charger that bucked out of control under her.
Bob seized her hips in his hands and squeezed as he flung his head from side to side and began fucking up into her. This was going to be some night. To hell with Carol and any one woman again! To hell with Mona and Leo! For once in his life he was going to act full-out and the devil take the consequences. He was going to fuck his way through an orgy and be responsible later. With a wild, elating glee, he realized he didn't have to be responsible! That was the beauty of it! That was what was so hot and wild about Mona!
His lingers dug possessively into her naked flesh as he grinned up at her in a wild and barbarous way.