The apartment itself was large, a duplex, and was tastefully decorated. Modern abstract paintings hung from the walls, setting off rooms with blacks and slashes of vivid color. The furniture was modern and elegant. It reminded Kim of apartments she had seen in fashion magazines. Cool quiet jazz came from speakers that were all through the apartment, and the lights were on a rheostat that someone was manipulating, lowering the lights just as Kim and Nichole came in with their escorts.
A sleek, chicque girl in a clinging dress greeted them and showed them to the largest room of the apartment. Here it seemed, was the orgy. Here everyone was gathered, waiting, talking murmuring against the music excited, anticipating the great event. Their young guide showed them to a couch along one wall where they could sit. The center of the room was cleared of furniture, and mattresses had been laid out on a platform that was about waist high. Couches and chairs were strung out around the platform on all sides. Kim and her friends were in the very back row with only a wall behind them.
"I thought this was to be private," Kim whispered.
The girl overheard and smiled at her. "We have rooms you can watch it from on closed circuit television or a two-way mirror," the girl smiled coolly at Kim. "Only two people to a room."
Kim shook her head. She didn't want to get separated from her friends; safety in numbers, she thought, looking around. The four of them sat against the wall and watched the room filling up with people. Kim stiffened. A young girl with large breasts was coming toward them. The girl was naked! No, worse than being naked, she was only wearing black boots and a flimsy, blood-red G-string. The tiny G-string didn't really cover much; it only seemed to draw attention to her cuntal crevice, that fleshy gully up between her legs. Her breasts were huge and jutted out and shook and quivered when she walked.
She came with her hands on her hips and stood in front of them. "Coffee, tea, or me?" she asked.
"You!" Ernie thundered.
"Thanks. Later. No, really, I'm supposed to ask you if you'd like some champagne or grass?"
"Both," Klaus said. "Bring us a bottle and whatever you have to smoke."
The girl turned and sauntered off with Kim watching her ripely naked buttocks rise and fall with every step. It was all too lewd and casual and exciting for her to believe. She found she couldn't say anything as the girl came back with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it and bent over, her breasts hanging and seeming to swell, as she put some thin brown cigarettes on an ash tray on the coffee table in front of them. The girl grinned brazenly at Ernie. "You can give me my tip later."
They all laughed and Ernie poured the wine while Klaus lit up one of the cigarettes and passed it around. Kim accepted a glass of champagne gratefully. Her mouth was dry and she needed something to quench her thirst. She gulped the drink and found it tickling her nose with its wondrous carbonation. She took the offered cigarette and smelled the thick, sweet odor of it… then inhaled.
And the room grew dark except for baby spots that were trained on the mattresses on the platform in the center of the room. The pungent sweetness of marijuana and hashish smoke hung heavily in the air. Kim saw everything through a screen, a haze. She could see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room grew quiet as the music was turned low; soon only the sound of an occasional inhalation and exhalation could be heard. It all looked chic and exciting to Kim.
Another glass of champagne was put into her hand by Klaus. She had drunk the first one without a thought. It didn't matter, the cool liquid going down her hot dry throat felt good. It was nice to have Klaus looking after her, she mused as she sipped.
A murmur of excitement swept through the room, and in the soft velvety darkness, Kim could see a figure moving toward the platform.
The girl with the black boots and red G-string got up on the platform and stood in the light. The spotlights made her nakedly gleaming flesh seem all the more white and her breasts stood out full and rich and heavy. She took her G-string off while smiling and talking to the people nearest the platform. She stepped out of the G-string and stood legs apart, hands on her hips, her pinkly glistening cuntal lips clearly visible in the light. She twirled the G-string in one hand and let it fly out into the darkness and the audience.
Slowly, the fingers of one hand slipped down and spread her pouting vaginal layers of soft flesh, letting everyone see her femaledom as she slowly turned around and around. Kim looked at the girl's cunt and saw it was wet and a scarlet red; it was obvious that she was eager for action. The expression on the girl's face was one of lewd amusement; she knew she had a good body and ran her hands over it in self-appreciation.
She stopped to pick up something near the edge of the platform. Klaus handed Kim a cigarette, and she took her eyes away from the stage to take another, deeper drag and sip her champagne. When she looked up again, she saw that the girl was coating her body, smoothing and smearing some kind of clear fine oil all over her large, whitely firm breasts. She rubbed it over her hardened nipples, obviously enjoying the sensual feel of the oil. Kim joined in the murmur that went around the room. Klaus said something low and shifted his body closer to hers.
The girl stood with her legs apart on the mattress and covered her ripe young body with oil until she gleamed and glinted in the overhead light. Oil sheened on her thighs and stomach and huge breasts. The girl was the personification of lewdness as she stooped to take off her boots. "NO, no!" came cries from the audience, "leave them on!"
The girl stopped and grinned out at the darkness, then her smile faded and her eyes narrowed in anticipation. Kim could see another dark form moving toward the platform.
A man leaped onto the mattresses, and Kim gasped aloud with other women in the room. The man was naked, completely naked! Although not particularly good looking, he was very well developed, like a fighter. He was heavily muscled and had the largest penis that Kim had ever seen! A dirty little thrill of wantonness made her clench her fists and sit with her legs crossed, so she could squeeze her clitoris again as she looked at the cock. As the amazed young housewife watched, the girl dropped to her knees in front of the man, her face right in front of his massively throbbing penis and began to smear oil on his strong thighs and flat, slabbed, stomach.
Kim watched with her mouth open, the champagne and cigarette forgotten as she stared at the great pulsating cock. It was the biggest she had ever seen with the blunted red head protruding from its sheath, and it was growing every minute as the girl rubbed his body all over. Yes, Kim thought with excitement, his erection was growing and thickening right there in front of her eyes. The head was growing more round, more flanged, deeper in color, turning a blood-filled purple with its tiny gland opening distended and visible even from where they sat. The girl moved forward on her knees and the room was silent save for the quiet music in the background. Everyone seemed to lean forward together, collectively holding their breath as the girl fondled his big hairy balls in the cups of her hands and gently massaged them, covering them with oil.
The expression on her face was quietly ecstatic, her eyes half closed, her wetly parted lips smiling as she took the thick white stalk of his cock in her hand. Kim saw the way her fingers wrapped around its thickness and looked so small as she squeezed it. She could see blood rush to the surface where her fingers squeezed, and the cock seemed to grow even more monstrous in her hand. It seemed to be heavy and hot in the girl's hands, for she had put both of her hands on it, holding it between her open palms and rubbing oil on it so that it gleamed in the light. Kim swallowed and shuddered with the thought: I wish that was me up there oiling his penis…
The gentle caresses made the thick hard cock jump and jerk in her hand, and she paused to grip it again and pull the foreskin back over the swollen head. Kim saw the cock as some angry prehistoric animal wanting to burst its way free, wanting to roll back the skin and be revealed in all its blood-throbbing mushroomed splendor.
Kim wasn't thinking of who or where she was, as she watched the girl lean hungrily forward and the tip of her tongue flick over the greased, lust-swollen head of his penis. The man shuddered and his tough face was in shadow as he looked down at the girl kneeling in front of him. Suddenly, his hands tangled in her hair and he urged her forward.
The girl only smiled at his crude suggestion. His eagerly throbbing cock was gleaming now with oil as she gently stroked it, forcing the skin back further and further, revealing a little more of his thick purple head each time.
Kim shifted nervously next to Klaus. She had never seen anything like this. Topless-Bottomless was one thing, but this was another. Klaus was concentrating on the scene and had forgotten the champagne. Kim drained her glass and reached forward and hurriedly poured herself another one, her eyes on the platform.
The girl was arching her shiny back now, allowing her large full breasts to stick out and up as she guided the cock over her oily breasts, letting it slip and prod, jerkingly, at her erect little nipples. She slowly let its pulsating thickness circle her breasts as they all watched. The girl suddenly let go of the penis; it snapped erect, and she put it between her deep cleavage. As everyone watched, she tried to squeeze her breasts together, her hands slipping and sliding with her efforts.
Excitement was running high in the room. Klaus, next to Kim, swung his arm around her and pulled her close, his hand dangerously near her breast, his hip and muscular thigh grinding into hers.
Kim was about to pull away, when the girl, her face contorted by a sudden lust, moved back from the man, seized his cock in both her slippery hands and peeled his thick leathery foreskin all the way back so his shining mushroom was fully revealed for all to see.
But for only a second. Her eyes closed, her wetly eager mouth open, the girl leaned forward and took the head of his impatiently jerking long cock in her ovaled mouth, her moist lips spreading tight over the blood-filled head just as the foreskin had. The girl began to suck, her cheeks hollowing and her Adam's apple bobbing.
To Kim it was the most savage, perverted, obscene sight she had ever seen! And the most exciting! The girl and man gleamed, their oil-covered bodies glinting off light. The man stood with a sardonic grin on his face, looking down, his legs apart and his knees slightly bent in order to thrust forward his groin. The girl kneeled before him, naked except for her black boots, her ripely fleshed buttocks gleaming and shining with oil, her back coated, her breasts jutting forward as she arched her back and her tightly compressed lips sucked hard on his cock. Everyone in the smoke-filled room could see her tongue twirling around inside by the bulges on her cheeks.
The man was growing excited now, his lips twisting in a smile, his fingers gripping the girl's tousled head. His hips began pumping forward and back in a most lascivious way. Kim found herself literally panting, her mouth dry and open as she watched his thick white stalk, like a glistening tree stump, slide in and out of the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth.
The girl heightened the lewdness and wantonness of the scene by letting her hands slide along the man's thighs until her arms circled his torso and her fingers found the tight crevice of his tensed buttocks. She began urging his thrust deeper into her mouth with her hands as she pulled him toward her in perfect rhythm with his wild pumping.
Alongside her, Kim could feel Klaus becoming more and more restless; she was sure, too, that he could feel her grinding her own buttocks into the couch on occasion. She tried to make it appear that all she was doing was changing position, but it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. Klaus' hand had begun to knead her breast under her dress in a slow rhythmic way, making her little cherry-like nipples throb with a guilty lusting pleasure.
The aroused young wife tried to shrink down on the couch, involuntarily snuggling closer to Klaus. A moan from Nichole made her look down the couch. Her shock must have registered, for Klaus looked too. Nichole had both her long tapered legs spread wide, her dress up over her hips. Ernie's big hand was inside her bikini panties, cupping her mound of Venus. Kim shuddered as the outline of his fingers moved and probed under the sheer material. He was stroking in rhythm, sinking one finger deep into her eagerly thrashing vagina. Nichole, seemingly unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis with her buttocks lifted off the cushions, in rhythm to the finger screwing into her. Both she and Ernie had their eyes fixed on the lascivious exhibition.
Kim looked around – other couples were in obscene embraces, indistinct in the smoky, hazy dark but showing by their restless writhing motion that the salacious spectacle on the platform was affecting them – they were losing control over their passions. A warning alarm bell sounded deep in Kim's subconscious. She knew she should run – now – just get up and walk out – before her own body succumbed to the wanton urges that were pulsing and pounding through it. Then, a groan from the stage made her snap back her drugged attention.
The room was getting hot, and the two on the stage were beginning to sweat, their greased bodies glistening. The man now had the girl's head pinned firmly in place with a wild and vicious grip. His thick glistening cock was sliding in and out of the girl's mouth as his hips viciously pumped. Kim thought the girl would choke or gag when the wetly glistening shaft was shoved the full length into her mouth, but the eagerly sucking girl held on to the man's slippery, oiled buttocks with all her strength, a look of lewd rapture on her face as her lips ovalled tightly around the cock. The muscles in her arms rippled as she pulled on his buttocks, trying to get more of the rampant stalk of hot hard fish in her mouth.
The crowd in the room groaned again as another figure mounted the low platform. It was the girl dancer from the bar! She too, was naked and her slim boyish hips and small firm breasts were covered with oil. She glistened and glinted as she moved, caressing the girl's nakedly quivering buttocks and pressing her own restless loins against their warm fleshiness. More groans of lust came from the audience when she reached around and cupped the sucking girl's breasts, pinching the slippery nipples with the tips of her fingers.
Kim's breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation fermenting in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each movement was she watched the young girl being ravished by the man and the lesbian dancer. The excited sex-heat of the audience acted like a giant furnace, and the drugged young housewife could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow teasing trail caused her to squirm down against the firm leather edges of the cushion, which rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her hotly throbbing pussy. She bit hard against her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.
Her forehead was covered with a fine mist of perspiration from the feverishly writhing bodies all around her. Klaus, his mouth open, his eyes on the platform, let his hand fall inside her dress. Kim stiffened and looked around. No one was watching and, if she wanted him to, he would stop. Her young, frantically aroused body trembled as she let him wedge his hand between her naked breast and brassiere, near her nipple. Another trickle of sweat ran down the valley between her ripely full breasts, causing her to squirm more, thus allowing his fingers to probe for and find the nipple. He pinched it and she jumped, feeling a tiny pain then a lewd thrill of pleasure.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind reeled with indecision as the drug, the champagne, and the salacious scene in front of her worked powerfully on her feelings. She knew she should demand that they take her home. Nichole and her friends were just a little too fast for her, and this wasn't being true to Hank. She owed faithfulness to Hank, and she had already gone too far by watching such an exhibition and letting Klaus, a stranger, massage her breast. He was doing it right at that minute, urging her nipple into a pouted hardness, bringing on a wanton feeling that was wild and made her thirst for more. Thirst! Her mouth was dry and she drained her champagne glass again. Klaus, with his free hand, poured her more; she quietly drank it down, smacking her lips and liking the taste.
Still, she felt they had been so patronizing to her, so talked down to her that she was determined to show them she wasn't a child or an old maid. Petting didn't hurt so long as it didn't go any further. She could always stop Klaus if he tried anything more than toying with her breasts.
She looked down the couch, past Klaus, at Nichole. Ernie was sitting forward and facing Nichole now, his hand still in her panties and his fingers lewdly pumping in and out of her vagina. His free hand was unbuttoning the top of her dress and, as Kim watched, she saw one of Nichole's magnificently formed breasts billow and bulge as its firmness was forced out of her brassiere. The naked tit gleamed whitely in the room – its nipple taut and dark… inviting. All around the room, all around her, people were writhing in sexual abandonment and undressing.
Kim's breath was hot and heavy as she turned her glazed eyes back on the platform, permitting Klaus to pull her own breast up so that her pink, bud-like nipple was out of her brassiere but not out of the dress. Slowly, his fingers slid across her warm, sweaty cleavage and began probing for her other breast.
The flame-haired young wife let him fondle her, raising her passion and frustration as she watched the wantonly obscene tableau up on the platform. It was as if the three nakedly writhing performers had utterly no inhibitions or feeling of self-consciousness; in fact, it seemed they were enjoying being watched, that they enjoyed sexually exciting and frustrating the passive on-lookers. Kim sensed that part of their excitement, part of their depravity came from the fact that they did things – sexual things – in front of strangers. She tried to imagine herself getting up in this room, in front of strangers, naked and lewd. In her mind, she flashed back to the night she stood naked in the bathroom on front of a mirror and excitedly looked at the bruises and scratched on her body before finger fucking herself to orgasm.
Kim continued panting as Klaus felt for the nipples on her other breast and the girl on the platform, the girl with the black boots and huge breasts, broke away from the man. The slender lesbian who had been behind her had stood up and to one side. The girl in her boots, oiled, sweating, fell nakedly back on her haunches, heaving with passion and fighting for her breath, putting her arms out behind her, supporting herself as her heavy breasts jiggled lewdly. She looked up at the man who crouched over her and then set her head fall back to see the slim girl standing to one side.
Kim gasped then groaned aloud, forgetting herself, as the lesbian dancer bent over, kissing the other girl with an open mouth while one hand dropped to her cunt. The girl in the boots, still on her knees and leaning back, locked her hungry mouth on the lesbian's and let her tongue dart in while she spread her thighs as far as her kneeling position would allow. Kim felt she had to squirm as she watched the lesbian's knowledgeable fingers begin sawing in and out of the kneeling girl's wetly parted pussy.
Kim knew about lesbians, had heard about them in school but never had met one or knew she was meeting one. It was the most depraved scene she had ever watched as the man stood watching, stroking his slippery, hotly glistening cock as he watched and the slim girl bent over the other girl, kissing her in a wanton way while caressing her in a most obscene way. And the girl with the boots responded, writhing in complete abandonment, her breasts oiled and gleaming as they jiggled, her body supple and rubbery as she convulsed and rivulets of sweat snaked across her belly-dancer stomach. Kim felt faint when she realized the full brazenness of their act as the slim girl suddenly straightened and, just like she was mounting a horse, she held the booted girl's head in her hands and swung one leg over her face. She lifted one leg slowly, exposing her open cunt with its pinkly fluted vaginal lips. The girl's face was buried in the lesbian's crotch when the dancer – her legs spread wide and slightly bent at the knees – began wiggling her tight, little-boy buttocks back in invitation at the man. Her proud ass cheeks spread wide and her anus was tight and brown in the center of her deep crevice.
The impact of it on Kim was almost more than she could take. She gaped as Klaus pulled her breasts – both of them – free from her brassiere and pinched the taut, hard nipples into a goose-bumped expectancy. She gaped with her mouth open as the two girls on the stage began an obscene movement. The lesbian held her friend's head tight to her hair-lined vaginal slit while her hips ground and rotated her cunt against the girl's face. And, judging from the expression of wild, lewd pleasure on the lesbian's face, the girl was obliging by using her mouth and tongue.
Klaus put his free hand on Kim's bare knee and squeezed it, feeling hot and sweaty. His hand suddenly swept up her thigh, pushing her dress up. "Just petting," she tried to tell herself as she sank further back, even further on the couch and crossed her legs again and squeezed… seeking relief for her hopelessly aroused clitoris. She ground her buttocks down into a corner of the cushion, forcing the sewn edging up into her panties, into the open lips of her heatedly pulsating pussy. Klaus let his hand slide all the way up her dress until it was cupped on her perspiration-streaked stomach. Kim tried to catch her breath, inhaling deeply and swelling her breasts that now jutted out further than ever due to the brassiere being pushed and peeled down beneath them. Klaus' fingernails nipped at the nipple of her breast and she jumped, sitting more erect thus permitting his probing fingers to dart underneath her panties and wedge themselves downward to nestle in her softly curling pubic hair.
Kim, her legs tensely crossed, told herself he couldn't go any further even if he wanted to, and that there really wasn't anything much more wrong with his hand probing at her vagina than there was with his hand on her naked breasts. It was all petting! Besides… it all felt sooooo goooooddd! She groaned!
The scene on the platform, the three people on the mattress, was now almost beyond belief. The man had been watching the two women writhing like snakes in front of him, his great, eagerly jerking cock held tight in one hand. At a signal from him, the girls reacted. The lesbian, standing straddled over the booted girl, stepped away from her head, bending further over and arching her back, her legs spread wide so that her swollen cuntal lips were visible to the audience.
Quickly, the man stepped forward between the lesbian's legs and guided his thick white shaft into her wetly waiting cunt! He slowly pushed, and his blood-filled purple head, spread her cunt until it seemed surely to rip it. The booted girl, still kneeling, looked up to see the man's cock a few inches above her face! She watched as the massive, blue-veined pole of flesh sawed in and out of the warmly lubricated vagina. There was a look of awe and wanton delight in her eyes. She bent her head back and reached up with her face, her wet little tongue out and flicking over the lesbian's gleaming clitoris and the underside of his plunging cock.
Kim felt, for one wild abandoned moment, that she was gong to cum, that she would have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. It was such a wild obscene fucking that was going on in front of her while Klaus was fondling and exciting her to the point of insanity. She watched the man fucking the lesbian girl from behind, holding onto her slippery hips as best he could. Kim could see the thick long stalk of the cock glistening with oil and cunt-juice as it slowly pistoned in and out of the moistly clasping pussy; that combined with the lascivious sight of the booted girl crouched underneath licking both their genitals made the young wife think she was about to cum and pass out.
But abruptly Kim went beyond orgasm, into a kind of sexual-overdrive and found herself hot and horny. She was shamelessly aroused as she rubbed her thighs together and felt the hotly exciting movement of her moistly heated vaginal lips on the rough edge of the cushion. Her cunt-moisture had dampened the tight band of her panties and only served to arouse her all the more.
Everything seemed to excite her. She craned her neck to see past Klaus and saw Nichole sprawled obscenely with her legs spread wide-apart… and her panties pulled down to her thighs… and Ernie's big hand ravaging her open cunt. Nichole's teeth were tightly gritted and her scarlet mouth open as she ground her pelvis up in rhythm to Ernie's finger fucking. Ernie has pulled both of her big fleshy breasts free of her brassiere and dress, and they bulged in front of her face so that she had to stare down her cleavage in order to see the orgy going on in front of her.
"Orgy" was the only word for it. People all over the room were losing their inhibitions and were naked and writhing as they watched the stage show and other couples alongside them.
Kim didn't think she would ever see anything more depraved and wanton and… arousing… than what she was at that moment watching. But she was wrong. At a signal from the man, he pulled his cock free from the lesbian's wetly clasping cunt with a sucking sound, and bent his knees a little more to slide his long, hotly glistening hard cock back into the kneeling booted girl's mouth and began fucking her, his hips banging against the lesbian's buttocks.
Then, as Kim's eyelids fluttered and her creamy, lust-fired cunt quivered in a compulsive spasm, she watched the man pull his rigidly erect cock with its purple flanged head all shiny, out of the booted girl's mouth and plunge it back into the hotly lubricated cunt of the lesbian! Then, as lust-filled groans and moans came from all around the room, Kim heard herself moan and feel faint from lust and, at the same instant, felt her body go lax, felt her loins relax and felt Klaus' lingers dart finally home to the wetly swollen and tortured lips of her cunt. The hopelessly aroused young wife stared at the platform and continued to moan as she watched the man alternate his rock-hard cock between the waiting cunt and the willing mouth. First one, then the other, dipping and bending, pulling his cock from lips that pouted out and fought to keep it, plunging into the waiting cunt of the lesbian and burying itself, rolling the hair-lined fluted edges of her vagina in with each mighty thrust. Kim could see the pink moist walls of the cunt clinging, rolling outward as he withdrew, doing their best to hold onto his mushroom head despite the delicious lubrication.
The room was an uproar now as people were weaving to their feet, moving and pawing about. Naked men and women were crawling up on the platform and sprawling on the mattresses to join the show. Within seconds, the performers had lost their balance and toppled over among nakedly writhing bodies that came up on the stage.
Madness reigned. It was like the last wild orgy at the end of the decadent Roman empire. The rich had gathered for one last obscene orgy before the fall of Rome, before the vandals sacked the city. There was no point in not joining in. Only it wasn't ancient Rome, it was modern San Francisco at its most sinful and obscene. It was the modern Romans, the modern gladiators, the jet-set, the beautiful people, the privileged, the pleasure-bent, who were operating now, and they went at it with a sensuous freedom and abandon even the ancient Romans would have been awed by. Although none of them would admit it, there was always the idea that The Bomb, The Big One, could drop and, in a twinkling, it would all be over.
Many things entered into it. The new freedom, the sexual revolution, that sense that pleasures were first to be tasted in order to be understood, that feeling of not wanting to miss out on anything. Nichole was up, somewhat unsteady, on her feet and pulling her dress off over her head and flinging it on the couch. Her brassiere followed and then she peeled off her rolled down bikini panties to stand naked in a black garter belt and sheer black stockings and high heels. She looked so wildly beautiful, her glassy eyes unfocused, her expression so lewdly inviting.
Ernie was up and frantically ripping his clothes off. Klaus turned to Kim, his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. His finger was slowly worming itself into her moistly heated cunt and, no matter how hard she contracted her vaginal muscles, it was slipping relentlessly in, helped, no end, by her excitement and lubrication. She groaned out loud as his other hand continued to fondle her sensitively full breasts and her head thrashed back and forth as Klaus hissed, "Come on! You can't stop now! You can't be a cock-tease!"
The words burned in her mind like acid on metal. Her mind was full of every filthy word she had ever heard: fuck, cunt, cock, asshole!
Her mind reeled as Klaus was handling her, getting her up and pulling her dress off one shoulder. He was over her now and she saw the huge throbbing bulge in his pants. "No! No!" she cried, begging, "No, I can't!"
"Vhat do you mean? Nien? No? Vhat are you saying?"
His voice was so menacing, his manner so cold and Prussian and threatening that she knew she couldn't say "no". He would hit her, and she wouldn't blame him. Hank was in her thoughts, and she wanted to stop for his sake and to show what a good woman she was. But… inside, she didn't want to stop! "No!" she whispered, then gave he to her words by relaxing. Nichole and Ernie had left the couch, nakedly threading their way toward the platform that was a mass of wantonly writhing, fucking bodies. Ernie's erection stood out in front of him like a huge hammer handle! Kim shuddered, wondering if Klaus was built like that! "No," she said, turning to Klaus, "N… not here!"
Klaus grinned down at her savagely. "So? You like to vatch, but you don't wish to be seen. Is that it?"
"Yes! Not here, I can't!"
"Very well." He took her hand in an iron grip and pulled her to her feet, leading her, weaving through the heaps of discarded clothing. Kim gasped once and recoiled when a hand reached out and tightly gripped her buttocks. She looked down and, in the darkness, saw a man nakedly lying on his back on a couch. His expression was depraved as he caressed the softly fleshed globes of her ass, his hand up under her silken dress. A young blonde with big breasts and rather broad shoulders was lying on top of him, her nakedly gleaming buttocks and legs spread wide over the man's body. His wetly glistening cock was in her cunt and, as Kim gaped, her buttocks slowly pumped up and down on the thick staff. The blonde grinned up, watching her partner fondle Kim's trembling buttocks.
"Join us?" the girl asked in a husky voice.
"Hmmmmm, I could take on two of you," the man murmured. Klaus laughed and pulled Kim away as she watched the two nakedly writhe in their sexual coupling. The young housewife actually looked disappointed that she wasn't joining them.
Klaus led the way around the stage platform that was now an unbelievable scene of mass orgy. Nichole was nakedly standing on the mattress, having kicked her high heels off, her hands above her head. Hands, many hands – male and female alike – were caressing, fondling, massaging her lush young body. So many hands that Kim couldn't count them all as they slid and fondled and probed all over Nichole's body before pulling her down into their hot writhing mass.
Kim's mind was reeling as she stumbled after Klaus. She had virtually committed herself to committing adultery with Klaus. She didn't even know his last name! How was she going to get out of it?
Klaus led her out of the big room, and it was as if she had a whiff of fresh air. He led her into a quiet little room with plush red walls and an oversized bed. One wall had a black drape over it. Klaus closed the door and dimmed the lights then pressed another button on the lighting panel. There was a click and a muffled whirr, and the black drape was pulled aside, revealing a floor to ceiling window and a view of the platform where the wildly wanton orgy was going on!
Kim gasped and stepped back.
"Don't vorry," Klaus assured. "It is a one-way mirror. On the other side, all they see is their own delightful image reflected back. Ve are very private and ve can vatch!"
Kim sank onto the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on the scene going on in the other room. She saw Nichole sandwiched between two men – strangers – madly undulating her sensual young body, stockings half-ripped from her. What she was seeing had to be a dream – a drugged dream – it couldn't be true – it was too wanton – too lewd! Surely, Nichole wasn't like that.
Yet there she was before her eyes, and there was Ernie and all sorts of others. There was a naked young girl about seventeen kneeling between two men, a penis in either hand, sucking first one cock and then the next. There were two beautiful young girls in a sixty nine position, their redly quivering little tongues curling into each other's violently trembling cunts, their expressions completely wanton, their hips pumping in unison. Another girl straddled a prone man and pumped up and down, her wetly gaping cunt sliding up and down his penis while she eagerly sucked the long white cock of another man standing next to her as he fondled another girl's breasts with both hands and had his tongue buried in a third woman's wide-stretched pussy.
It was a wildly writhing, mad scene Kim was watching, like something out of the erotic version of The Arabian Nights. With a slow dawning, she realized that this was her wish, this was the orgy she had wanted to participate in. Except for Nichole, Kim didn't really know anyone present. Except for their names, she knew little of Klaus and Ernie. She need never see any of these people, including Nichole, ever again in her life. This was her one big chance. Hank dimmed in her memory as she saw the wantonly writhing figures in front of her. And suddenly she wanted to take part – to fuck and be fucked.
"You like that?" Klaus was sitting behind her, his lips to her ear, whispering, while his hands slid around her waist and up to her breasts, cupping them, feeling them all soft and rubbery under the dress.
Looking at the mass scene in front of her, it seemed natural to say, "Yes!" and let him paw her. He slowly pushed her down on the bed until she was lying on her stomach, panting, watching the salacious scene on the other side of the mirror. He had her flat on her stomach with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. She let her knees touch the floor, and she half-knelt, half-lay on the bed, her fleshy buttocks firmly rounded and stuck out, with Klaus lifting her dress and inspecting her creamy, perfectly formed ass under her little white panties.
Her too-tight panties cut into the anal crevice and vanished under her flesh, more or less exposing her twin ass cheeks. Klaus looked at them, muttering in German as he gently caressed her warm flesh. Kim could feel him kneeling behind her now and leaning his weight over her. Her own torso, under him, began swaying in rhythm to the wild scene she viewed with glassy eyes. The young housewife watched Nichole getting savagely fucked by a total stranger and she began pumping her hips in time to the brunette's.
Klaus stretched out over her and his arms wedged themselves between the bed and her body; he massaged and cupped her breasts while she rested some of her weight on her elbows, lifting herself slightly and giving him greater freedom as she squirmed her buttocks back, hard against his loins. She could feel a long, hard stiffness there swelling under his pants, and when he jerked eagerly forward, she could feel the full thickness of it pressing through her flimsy panties and into the crevice of her buttocks. The thin folds of the bunched nylon material grated against her tiny, sensitive anus sending small warning spasms of lewd pleasure rippling up her belly to the rising nipples of her breasts.
Sure of himself now, Klaus unzipped her dress down to her buttocks. His hands slipped into the opening from behind, curling around her bare mid-section and rising to push the tight restricting brassiere up and away from her ripely swollen breasts. His bands cupped the resilient mounds greedily as they came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger; squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from the drugged housewife's open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his still covered hardness deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting buttocks. On the other side of the mirror, she saw a girl, her young face twisted in rapture, getting her nipples sucked by two men.
Kim's breath came in obscene gasps and the muscles in her ripely lush body were as taut as bow-strings as she reacted involuntarily to the maddening fondling of Klaus' hands on her sensitive flesh. She jerked and jumped as one of his tormenting warm hands left her breast to trail a slow teasing path down the soft unresisting belly and insert itself into the elastic waistband of her panties where it teased thrillingly at the pubic hair raising from the "vee" of her pussy. It played there for a moment then suddenly curled down into the moistly ready hot slit up between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life. Kim jerked forward slightly as the hand curled further under her cuntal crevice, parting the softly hot lips of her vagina to teasingly snake its way inside the tight little opening of her cunt, sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her.
The rigid hugeness of his cock confined under his trousers was now pressed in the deep, sweat-moistened crevice of her ass; it was heatedly throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Involuntarily, she ground back against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the outstretched finger worming ever deeper in her hungrily twitching vagina.
Klaus began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body responded in time to the bobbing head of Nichole out there on the other side of the mirror. Nichole was in the middle of a huge orgy as she sucked a man's long hard cock while one woman caressed her breasts and the other had her head buried between the sensual brunette's legs. Nichole had been fucked, and the man had turned to some other pleasure. Nichole took a massively pulsating penis that was offered in front of her face and never even looked at the man. Klaus and Kim were both looking at the pert brunette and rocking in time to the bobbing of her head out there when the German said, "Bend more and spread your legs. I'm going to fuck you from behind."
"Oh, God, no!" Kim panted between tightly clenched teeth, unable to stop the rocking of her shamelessly aroused body back against his hand.
"I fuck you good and you can vatch at the same time," he whispered in her ear. The lewd words excited her strangely through the drugged hashish haze, and the young red-headed wife groaned in surrender as he pushed her upper body forward over the bed. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost fell, resting on her elbows some more, her face only inches from the mirror.
Her ripely full buttocks wavered in the air behind her, and she shuddered as she felt the German's hands lift her dress above her hips, bunching it around her wasp-like waist and drawing her thin white nylon panties down over the fun, fleshy, rounded white cheeks of her ass, leaving her panties to hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her backside and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole rear end was nakedly exposed to him, waving back in a lewd invitation to any humiliation he might want to inflict on her. A last fleeting thought of Hank flickered through her conscience as she heard the metallic zip of a zipper behind her as Klaus opened his fly and his long thick cock burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought.
She heard him drop heavily to his knees behind her straining buttocks; then he bent over and his hot, torturing tongue licked lasciviously and moistly down the entire length of her sweating anal crevice before he abruptly stopped and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered little ring of her anus.
"God! Oh. GOD!" she moaned as the tantalizing licking of his tongue invaded her tortured loins, teasing her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against it, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her helplessly exposed anus. There was nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before: it was different it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being and there was nothing else in the universe now but the hotly lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of joining the orgy ran through her mind once more as she watched two men fucking a sixteen year-old blonde in the cunt and mouth at the same time. She reveled in the lewd tingling joy until she thought suddenly her whole body was going to explode in a thousand fragments.
Klaus stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up the moist crevice again, over her back and to the base of her spine, following the bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by the flimsy dress bunched around her narrow waist.
He shifted behind her, and Kim suddenly quivered in fear as she felt the hugeness of the lust-swollen head of his penis press into the split between her wide-spread buttocks.
Oh, God, he's too big! The thought raced through her suddenly fear-filled mind. He's bigger than the first man up on the platform, he's even bigger than Ernie! He'll split me open!!
Her tightly clenched buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but it followed like a long shadow. Her forehead was pressed tightly against the mirror. There was nowhere else to go! Her nakedly cringing body was trapped between the glass and the searching fleshy monster behind her. She gaped at the reflection in the mirror – a reflection of a girl with lovely breasts who stood on the mattress and wantonly gazed right back at her. Only she was looking at her reflection, at her own nakedly voluptuous body, and caressing her own magnificent breasts as her hand wandered down to her crotch in search of her cunt. It was obvious that the reflection was going to excite herself and watch while she did it. She looked right at him as she slowly, tantalizingly, finger-fucked her pussy.
Behind her, Klaus was going to impale her! He was going to split her!
She felt his hands close around the tops of her firmly fleshed thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.
"Reach behind… put… it… in!" he panted.
"Oh, no, no, please, I can't," the heatedly aroused young wife whimpered. "I can't! It'd hurt too much!"
"You vill put it in!" the German commanded again, digging his fingers tighter into her flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh," Kim groaned as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed into painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her hand over his elongated penis. It was enormous! Far bigger than she had imagined! She could never take it all!
He squeezed against her again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from her contorted lips. She tearfully placed the blunt, cruelly throbbing head against the tight little elastic opening of her vagina, and bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fright that were beginning to brim in her eyes. She felt the big German's massive penis move like some prehistoric monster, like some ancient primitive battering ram, prodding and working against her wetly open cuntal lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her young loins as though the tenderly fleshed lips of her vagina were being pulled asunder – then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart, and Klaus' long thick cock slithered into her hotly throbbing passage like the trunk of a tree. The heavy weight of his impatient loins crashed hard against her buttocks, pushing her face brutally against the mirror.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her tightly stretched vaginal passage felt as if it were on fire. Klaus' huge, hotly throbbing penis felt like a great drill tunneling deep into her belly. Kim struggled and swung her firm young buttocks in vain to escape the cruel impalement, but it was no use! Klaus had skewered into her up to the hilt, and she was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of his rock-hard cock like a skewered piece of barbecue meat. Kim's mouth opened and closed silently while her wetly glistening mouth twisted in torment. Her cuntal walls were afire from the unaccustomed size of the monstrous instrument imbedded in her belly. It felt as though it had penetrated all the way to her breasts. She moaned against the minor, small circles of fog arising from the heat of her breath.
Through the daze of her pain, she saw Nichole sprawled lewdly on the other side of the minor and clasping hungrily the growing white penis savagely sawing in and out of her ovaled young mouth. Again, it was a stranger who was fucking the brunette; or, at least, a stranger to Kim! The thin elastic rim of Nichole's lips clung to the cock as though held there by unseen fingers. The man grinned lewdly above her as he wildly fucked into her wet mouth and watched Nichole's lust-contorted face suck and lick at his bloated cock like a child devouring an all-day sucker. Nichole had both hands free now and had placed them behind the man's swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them frantically to her. Kim could see the white seminal fluid dripping from the corners of her friend's mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Nichole seemed to revel in the cruel humiliation she was being subjected to – a masochistic light shining strangely in her sex-glazed eyes.
Behind her, gasping and panting with delight, Klaus began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of the shamelessly aroused housewife's vagina. Gradually, the pain eased and Kim, too, began to feel a strange masochistic pleasure ripple through her. Watching Nichole voraciously sucking on a stranger's thick cock, coupled with the ravishment of her own little cunt by this brutal German was sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure coursing through her entire being. She began to undulate her supple young buttocks lasciviously in circles in rhythm to the thick, heatedly pulsating cock fucking into her wide-stretched cunt from behind.
"Oh, God," she breathed suddenly back over her shoulder, "I like it, I like it, go on, go on!"
Kneeling over her nakedly bent young body, Klaus gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from his whole being. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him as he held the red-haired housewife's voluptuous hips down in total subjection to the rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep up inside her womb giving way before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like cock.
His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, deliberately hurting her, squeezing groans from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.
He stretched the quivering moons of her softly fleshed warm buttocks wide with his thumbs, watching as the pink folds of her wetly glistening pussy flesh clung tightly around his rampant prick. He levered forward suddenly, leaning his weight and plunging the long, massively throbbing shaft the last remaining inch. He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her wetly clasping cunt spread before the blood engorged bead of his cock, bringing a soft explosive sound from her lips as though the wind had been knocked from her. He sensed that she had never been fucked this deeply before, and he jerked the lust-swollen head around deep inside, enlarging the vaginal end of her channel and feeling its myriad of velvet muscles gripping his rigidity like a warm glove. The soft enveloping tightness wrought a tingle of delight shooting through his balls. His prick, encased as it was in the shamelessly aroused wife's warmly clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Kim's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her wildly quivering thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty because of the flimsy white panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her buttocks, forcing Klaus behind her to alter his position and follow her madly grinding buttocks to a shallow level. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed painfully tight into the cheeks of her buttocks as he rammed deep inside her and could feel the rough material of his pants pressed harshly against the backs of her trembling young thighs. Topping off the erotic sensations, the bushy pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass… scraping like wildly sensual sandpaper.
She dropped from her elbows to the mattress so that her breasts were squashed tightly against it, and she began to slowly rotate her upper torso. The hard surface of the bed stung her tiny, pinkly taut nipples into a greater hardness as she felt the hotly throbbing cock behind her embedded in its full thick length inside her. The distended spongy head grazed against the sensitive flatness of her cervix, probing deep, deep down where no one ever had before.
Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a stranger fucked her from behind, venting his lust in her delighted vagina, forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees – a lowered flag of her surrender – panties she had bought to wear for her husband on their honeymoon. All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her wantonly aroused young body like a fire out of control. She wanted, needed, to be fucked like this. She wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.
"Up," Klaus was suddenly saying, panting, "Up on the bed."
Kim tried to crawl up on the bed with his cock still buried in her from behind and failed, falling flat. "I… I can't!"
She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air on her tortured loins suddenly freed from the weight of his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only temporary – the pain that had existed before was being replaced by a different pain – that of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while watching Nichole being skewered from behind returned at the same time, only in greater force. Her young body mindlessly followed the dictates of the big German's hands as they coursed over her, removing her clothing.
The remains of her torn panties were pulled hurriedly from her slender tapered calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the dress to be removed over her head. And she heard through the haze of the hashish cigarette, its soft rustle as it was thrown hurriedly on the floor. Magic hands snatched the brassiere away and she could feel a cool rush of air over her whole body now as her large fleshy orbs were freed from their nylon-strap prison. There was nothing else left – she was totally naked except for her black, high-heeled pumps – her sensually quivering white nudity with her contrasting flaming red pussy hair and black high heels was completely at Klaus' mercy.
In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being stripped from the German's body as she trembled nakedly, half in fear and half in impatience. Then… a slight movement of the bed… hot hands searching over her… pulling her thighs apart… wide apart… the mattress sagging slightly from a weight crawling up between her spread legs… urgent fingers parting the wetly eager lips of her throbbing young cent… and suddenly… suddenly, the blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh!
"Aaaaggghhhh!" It was a shriek of pain – a cry of exaltation!
Her naked young body writhed and twitched uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing cock sinking deep into her wildly rejoicing cont. Her face distorted with passion, little bird-like cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly-clenched teeth.
"O – Oh God!" she gasped as Klaus' hands slipped under the full rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them while, at the same time, he strained his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently now and wound her smooth long legs tightly around his naked hips as he thrust into her. The smooth velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid fleshy column, until she could feel every corrugation on his rigidly pulsating cock. This was madness the helplessly aroused young wife had never known – a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her drugged young mind reveled in her wickedness as she wantonly screwed her buttocks up tight against his pelvis until she could feel his sperm-laden balls pressed warmly into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below her vagina; his testicles danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tightly puckered little anus sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends.
There was nothing else in me world; no tomorrow, no Hank, no better person to be, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against naked belly… of cunt against cock.
"Ooooohhhh yes, yes, fuck it hard, daring, fuck it hard! Give it to meeeeeeee!!!" she begged, gasping. She was already approaching an orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human, as she twisted, writhed, and contorted, spreading her wantonly trembling legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heed of her shoes serving as rowels a digging his hard-muscled buttocks.
Kim saw a flash of light as the lamps in the room flicked on and clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish and passion she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, but nothing mattered anymore except that beautifully hard cock ramming into her from above.
"Goddamn," she heard a voice like Ernie's say, "Look at Miss Frigid go."
"I told you to be patient, dear, the hashish and the orgy brought her around just like I said it would. Think you'd like some of that pussy?" It was Nichole and her voice was triumphant.
"Man, is she ever tender! If Klaus doesn't fuck her to death, I will. Let's call in some of the others. We shouldn't leave our hosts out of something this good."
"That's fine with me. I want to see her get screwed within an inch of her life. I want to see her get screwed all night. I'm doing her a favor."
The voice had been Nichole's and now she heard other voices, voices of derision and admiration. She opened her eyes a slit. There were men, naked men, lining up by the bed with erect cocks in their hands. There was Nichole taking pictures of her fucking her head off with Klaus.
Kim shut her eyes, a look of lewd ecstasy moving over her face. Let them! Let them all fuck her! And let them take pictures of her! Let them do every obscene and lewd thing they wanted to do to her. She closed her eyes tight in masochistic rapture: it was going to be a long night, and she was going to fuck them all.
And, God! How happy she was! She would never see any of them again… she could do anything she wanted.
And she wanted to do everything!