"I-I just can't believe my eyes," Jeff said, shaking his head, smiling, holding her off at arm's length and looking her up and down. "My God, you look wonderful… more beautiful than ever…"
Karen beamed at him, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of seeing him again, but it was as if her tongue were tied; she just couldn't speak. He had rushed to her once he spotted her and the initial shock had passed, then, quickly led her off into another room where they could have some measure of privacy. Muriel Brendell had watched the whole performance with a certain growing apprehension, her smile fading as Jeff's eyes seemed to brighten unnecessarily at the sight of an ex-wife; a little ridge of white appeared around her mouth when she watched him lead the lovely young blonde off to a secluded comer.
"Good heavens… say something!" Jeff said, grinning at her.
"I-I can't…" Karen blubbered, tears glistening in her eyes. "I-I'm so happy to see you… How are you? How have you been? Where have…"
"Wait a minute," he said, laughing. "One question at a time…" And then his smile faded, an expression of wonderment taking its place. "How come you're here, anyway…?"
Now, Karen laughed, and elatedly she told him of her success with her book, keeping it as brief as possible. It was him that she wanted to hear about.
"That's wonderful, Karen," he said. "Is Nat your agent?"
She nodded enthusiastically and thought she detected the slightest flicker of distaste cross his handsome face. It quickly occurred to her that he was trying to put two and two together and she led him away from the subject.
"Tell me something about yourself," she said, almost breathlessly. "My God… it's been so long, Jeff… and I had no idea where you were…"
"Nor I, you," he said, his eyes searching her face, then trailing down the enchanting contours of her beautiful body that he so well remembered… his mouth going dry at just the thought of her soft smooth flesh. "Me… I've been in Los Angeles ever since I got out of the service. I went back with Curren Company… until I built this house… now, I have my own organization…"
Karen felt the little lump form at the pit of her stomach. "You… you built this house, Jeff?"
He grinned. "Yep… like it?"
She was nodding, but all of the time she was remembering Muriel Brendell's dancing eyes when she had said: "… And you know who built it? My lover!"
"Confidentially, there's a man here named Rourke who's planning to build a million-dollar condominium, and before this weekend's over I'll have that deal too," he advised her in a voice just above a whisper.
"I-I'm happy for you, Jeff," she said, but the enthusiasm had suddenly seemed to have drained from her voice. "I hope it all works out… Now, I think we better get back to the others…"
She started to turn away and he caught her arm. "Hey, for gosh sakes, hold on will you?" He stared at her half smiling, half in wonderment at the sudden change that had come over her. "My God, it's been… how long? Two years since we've seen one another, and that's all we have to say… How are you? How've you been? What're' you doing? Look Karen…" he said, his face growing serious, his eyes almost pleading as he moved closer to her. "I've got a great deal more that I want to say to you… things I've said a hundred times to myself at night when I'm alone…"
"Oh?" Karen made the sound rather sharply. "I didn't think you'd be alone, Jeff… at night, especially."
Jeff stared at her, surprised at her sudden change of heart. "What the devil are you getting at, anyway?"
Muriel interrupted him. "So, here's where you two are hiding." She smiled thinly. "Rehashing old arguments, I presume." She linked her arm through Jeff's and Karen watched his face redden. "Well, darling, Mr. Rourke wants a word or two with us, so I'm afraid you little tete-a-tete will have to wait for another time. You will excuse us, dear… and oh, I nearly forgot, Nat is looking all over for his little authoress." She leaned close. "Personally, I think he'd like to go over your outline with you… in private.
Jeff glared at Karen, his own face still a flaming brick-red. He wanted very badly to say something, anything that would cut, but she was gone before he could formulate words.
"Well, darling…? Are we ready to talk to Mr. Rourke, or are you going to stand here and do a slow burn indefinitely?" Muriel needled.
"Wh-What? Oh… yes," he managed. "Let's go…" Christ, what a hell of a mess this had turned out to be…
Karen found herself the associate of a long-haired, bit-part western actor who willingly hustled martinis for her. She drank two fast ones and found herself a corner chair where she sat and seethed. Her companion chose the chair arm on her left side, which was acceptable until he dropped his arm letting his hand dangle against her breast.
"You do that one more time," she looked up and spat at him, "and you'll think you've been in a saloon brawl."
He grinned down at her. "Damn," he said, "I shore like my woman with fire…"
Karen stood. "Go to hell," she said and walked to the little bar where there was an empty stool. She was sick inside, and her rage at what she had discovered existed between Muriel Brendell and Jeff was turning her inside out. Two goddamned years she had pined away, hoping, waiting, wondering if he was all right. And was he all right! The handsome, young Casanova… cleverly feathering his nest and his bed… The bastard! Well, it was certainly over with now, wasn't it… There was nothing left to that feeble episode in her life. She had blamed herself, her frigidity, for the loss of this… this man she had thought she loved. And now, it was time that she awakened to the facts! He simply wasn't man enough to satisfy her… and that was the whole story of that Karl Fletcher, beast, pig, ugly brute though he was, had brought her the first full meaning of sex. And a woman and a dog had repeated the act… Jeff Lewis just wasn't man enough for her…
"Darling! I've been looking all over for you," Nathan Brendell said, coming up beside her and taking her hand. "For awhile, I was almost afraid you'd disintegrated…"
The sight of his strong, handsome presence caused the blood to pound in her veins. She smiled gorgeously and reached to take his big hand between her own small ones.
"I knew you'd find me," she said in soft tones. "So, I just waited."
His tongue flicked out to wet his slender lips, and his eyes blazed as they raked her. "Christ, you're lovely!" he gasped. "Look, are you hungry?"
"Not really."
"It's nine-thirty… you should eat. There's a buffet in the dining room. Let's grab a bite and go to my quarters… where we can discuss the book… and future plans."
Karen thought about it. The idea excited her. "I'd like that," she said.
"Come on, baby… come on," he said; he held her hand while she climbed from the stool and led her off.
Karen couldn't give the briefest analysis of what had come over her. She had simply frozen. It really had nothing to do with Nat, but she couldn't seem to explain it to him. They were in his suite and he'd kissed her a half-dozen times, but it was as if she were made of ice inside. She couldn't help it… nor could she answer in reason why.
"Why the sudden icicle treatment?" Nat snapped at her. "You know I'm going to fuck you one way or the other… why not with cooperation and enjoyment?"
He was storming back and forth across the room. Karen sat on the edge of the bed watching him. To this point, he had not even forced a hand upon her. God, she wanted so much to be what he wanted her to be right at that moment… but she couldn't. Jeff saturated her brain.
He walked to the TV screen and turned it on. It lighted immediately and she saw the group in the nursery. They seemed to be pretty much concentrated on the couches and watching something. Suddenly, she noticed one girl with her legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. The man with her had his hand inside her white nylon panties, cupping her soft, squirming pussy. Karen felt a slight involuntary tremor as the outline of his fingers moved beneath the sheer material. He was stroking in a slow, lewd rhythm, obviously sinking them deep into her vagina. The girl, unaware of anyone around her, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks raised, in tempo to the fingers fucking into her. Yet, both she and her companion were watching something.
"What is it? What are they watching?" Karen asked.
Brendell went to the set and switched the channels, then came back to lie down on the bed beside her. He said nothing.
The picture on the screen caused Karen to sit upright and gape. A young, teen-age girl had the penis of an older man in her mouth and she was sucking it voraciously as though her very life depended on it. The girl was naked, but the man had the upper portion of a uniform on. His massive shaft thrust out from his loins like a fence-post, and the much smaller girl sat on a chair sucking it with all of her heart. Then, the scene changed and Karen saw the bars indicating some kind of prison. The camera dwelled on a second girl on her knees, she too as young as the first, with her tongue extended and licking at the half uniformed man's testicles and between his buttocks. Once more, the camera switched to show the girl on her knees with her fingers masturbating herself, then, the one in the chair, her legs wide-spread and plunging what looked like a hand-made phallus into her vagina vigorously.
"My God!" Karen exclaimed as the prison guard's legs began to jerk and then, she saw the sticky, white liquid oozing from the sitting girl's mouth, dribbling down to her chin as she swallowed, her eyes like two blazing hot coals and her hand thrusting the dildo into her cunt furiously.
Then, the single bell dinged.
"What was that?" Karen looked to him.
Nathan Brendell was smiling, lying back on the bed watching her. He said: "My signal."
"For what?"
"For what I want you to see… A live replica of what you've just witnessed… In a minute…" He rolled over toward her and drew her to him, kissing her wetly on the mouth, his big hand moving down her rib-cage to the soft white swell of her buttocks.
She had no intention of fighting him in any respect. But she was sorry she couldn't respond in kind. She even had no feeling for Jeff at the moment. She owed him nothing. It was simply that she was the way she was, not that the movie hadn't excited her… but not to the point that she knew Nat wanted her to be. It was almost as if icicles had formed in her belly; she simply returned his kiss to the best of her ability.
He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the hr wall where the mirror hung and the extra-wide couch sat beneath it. He stood her before the mirror then walked away for a moment. Suddenly, the room went dark, and the mirror illuminated as if it were a window. Karen saw the next room and she climbed onto the couch closer… for the occupants were Muriel Brendell and Jeff… naked!
"It's a double mirror," Nat said. "Now we watch their party."
It was a bedroom and Karen couldn't believe her eyes. Nat had come up beside her and put his arm around her. His wife, Muriel, was lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed, her head gently rolling back and forth as Jeff ran his tongue wetly up and down her body.
"Oh God!" Karen exclaimed.
Nat Brendell patted her buttocks gently. "Watch," he said. "Just watch."
Karen stared unbelievingly. He had obviously sucked her breasts into quaking hardness and more… like trailing his wet, hot tongue in a path down to the level of her jerking belly and inner thighs before they had moved to the mirror. Nat's wife was squirming beneath his flicking caresses like some lascivious slut, possessed. She had her hands wound in his hair, pressing his mouth to her flesh. Karen lurched angrily as she watched. She was enraged. Had it not been her Jeff, perhaps her whole reactions would be different, she thought, but this was Jeff! Her husband… oh God, not really, was he… Her mind twisted at the sight of the spectacle, while her feminine reaction was baffling to her. It was depraved and obscene… yet, somewhere deep inside her, she wanted to watch.
Muriel Standard Brendell was beautiful, she thought subconsciously, staring at the lovely woman spread crucifixionally on the bed before her. She was obviously engulfed in rapture; her mouth hung open and her eyes gaped smokily up at nothing. Jeff was right above her, his face but inches from her soft, fleece covered loins. Karen watched his thumbs open the outer flanges of her vaginal lips… it was as if he had touched her own. Muriel sucked in her tummy gaspingly, as he taunted male-like, pulling outward slowly, parting the silken pubic hair and exposing her moist red slit before him. Karen gasped again as the dainty thorn of her clitoris burst into hard throbbing view, just above the entrance of her wet tender vagina.
"Oh God!" Karen said as Jeff's head dropped, his long wet tongue darting out to caress tantalizingly at the quivering little bud of raw nerves… the plexus at the top of Nat's wife's open cunt.
"My God!" Karen exclaimed, looking over at Nat beside her, hardly conscious of the fact that he was running his hand up and down her own inner thigh as she kneeled close to the mirror. "Don't you
mind?"
He chuckled softly. "Not as long as I have you, baby."
"But… but that's your wife!"
"And… she's happy, isn't she…?"
Karen stared, watching Muriel's body jerk as Jeff's tongue played with her clitoris. She saw her legs clamp together tightly about his head, and her hips begin an easy rising-falling motion in cadence to his penetrating, slavering tongue. She couldn't hear her, but she knew she was purring like a kitten, while at the same time her lower body was writhing insanely. He had begun to suck with fervor.
Karen was trying desperately to evaluate. She was racking her mind as she stared in disbelief at Muriel Brendell squirming madly at the lustfully depraved sucking of her loins. And her Jeff was doing it… while Muriel's husband knelt beside her, his hand beneath her dress caressing her buttocks over the smooth white nylon of her panties. She gasped… stared… watching Muriel's body writhe in lewd surrender beneath the earth-shattering lapping and sucking of the mouth glued to her crotch… and suddenly, she found that her own body was moving in unison with the seduced woman. She turned abruptly to Nat and found that he was close… that he was behind her… and she felt the length of his body pressed tight against her back. She really didn't care… didn't know anything as she should… then, she felt his arms extended around her, his hands on her breasts in a warm circular motion that felt good, and subconsciously she pressed her buttocks back against him.
She felt the stiffness of his prick as she had felt it against her belly when they had stood in the garage, but now she felt it pressing through her gown into the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks. Ooooh… it did feel good!
She sensed his hand lowering the zipper at the back of her dress, and then a hand creeping in to push her bra away from her ripe, swollen breasts. He moved the garment upward, letting her tits fall loose, his hands cupping the supple mounds greedily as they fell free, encompassing the hardened sensitive nipples between his fingers, pressing tightly and rolling them back and forth until she whimpered out in pleasure at his manipulations, at the same time, grinding his heavy hardness between the split of her warm, sensuously rotating buttocks.
Karen stared as if mesmerized, her buttocks pressed snugly back against Nat, watching Jeff's nibbling lips as they moved up Muriel's writhing body. He worked slowly, almost methodically, pausing at strategic spots for an extra quick flick of his tongue, and raising obvious groans of pleasure from deep in her throat. Jeff had risen to his knees and for the first time Karen saw his thick, rigid cock jutting out from his crotch. A blended chill of excitement, rage and revulsion, passed through her at the familiar sight of it and the memories it brought instantly to her. But she hadn't remembered it as being so enormously thick, and suddenly she shuddered as he poised it at the mouth of Muriel's wide-spread vagina. He was going to ram it right into her! But then, he stopped… Muriel had said something to him… and he began to slither up her body until he was completely astraddle of her breasts, his buttocks flattening them against her chest, the smooth, spongy head of his prick scant inches from her mouth.
Karen gasped as Jeff reached behind him, his hand sliding down between Muriel's wide-open thighs, his middle finger sinking deep into the moist pink flanges of her cunt… and it began to move in and out there. Then, he rotated it, causing Muriel to lurch and gasp, as did Karen at the sight and thought of the taunting finger moving against the woman's warm sensitive vaginal walls. She appeared to be trying to squirm away from the erotic torment, but Jeff had placed his knees in such a manner as to hold her arms and shoulders secured to the bed, and as he grinned down at her in a lewd, sadistic expression, his free hand grasped his cock and began to taunt her lips with its head.
Karen could not believe the lascivious sight she was witnessing, but above all she could not conceive that the lewd, naked male performing before her was her own Jeff, the boy-man she had loved for so long. It just wasn't possible… My God! She gasped again as she saw Muriel's tongue flick out from between her teeth to lick at the tiny split at the tip of his cock. She gaped in horror as a thin string of the secretion that oozed from it stretched across her open mouth, and at the way she was straining, the cords in her neck standing out rigidly as she tried to capture the bobbing instrument and suck it between her lips. Furiously, she sought it, her tongue laving at its underside while Jeff laughed above her, holding it just out of her reach, until Karen found her own neck stretching in sympathy with the passion-filled struggling girl on the bed.
Then Karen thought she detected something more than just a sadistic light in Jeff's eye… maybe just a touch of hate as he taunted the woman who was completely at his mercy beneath him with his prick, and she felt the muscles of her own body grow more tense at the thought, even as Nat's big hands continued to fondle her breasts maddeningly. Suddenly, she gave a little start as one of his hands left her breast to trace teasingly downward across the soft, now quivering flesh of her belly and slowly slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, his fingers moving tormentingly in the sparse silken hair of her mound… and then downward into the moist unresisting slit between her thighs, gently moving through its wetness to the tiny bud of her clitoris, grazing it into quivering erectness.
Karen moaned aloud as Nat's big finger moved expertly down under her crotch, little jolts of pleasure surging through her while his fingers parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina and she felt one slip gently inside the tight elastic opening… sliding deep up into her cunt, generating wilder spasmodic sensations to spiral through her. She squirmed uncontrollably beneath his ministrations and felt the hugeness of his cock pressed deep in the now perspiring crevice of her ass behind, jerking and throbbing as it telegraphed to her the mounting lust of the big man who was draped over her, his great hands seeming to set her whole body aflame with desire. She ground her buttocks back against it and the finger he was thrusting into her moist, quivering pussy, sensing a feeling of masochistic servility at her helpless imprisonment beneath him.
Then, he began an almost unperceptive rocking movement and Karen felt her body respond of its own volition, moving in rhythm while they both watched the lewd performance on the other side of the mirror, witnessing the exact moment when Jeff raised Muriel's head by the hair and thrust his thick cock forward, the blood inflated head smashing between her receptive lips to plunge deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Karen's breath caught in her throat. My God! He would choke her the way he was ramming his huge prick down her throat… but to her amazement, Muriel was eagerly thrusting her face forward to meet its every plunge, her lips puckered, sucking at the thick organ voraciously. And then, as she stared at Jeff, on his knees now, with one hand holding Muriel's head aloft and the other sunk deep in her wide-spread crotch, she felt Nat lift her dress to her hips and draw her sheer white nylon panties down over the rounded white cheeks of her ass, letting them slip to her knees. A cool rush of air brushed up between her legs and she felt her face flushing uncontrollably.
God, she thought, her whole backside was exposed to him, presented in lewd invitation for whatever little humiliating game he might decide to play with it. Good Lord… what did he think of her… that she was some kind of slut probably similar to his own wife lying there sucking Jeff's hardened penis like some wanton whore? If he did, he was in for a surprise… she thought, as she gaped in disbelief at Muriel's elasticized lips sucking insanely at Jeff's fleshy rod sawing into her mouth. Her face was contorted, her mouth fluted, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely, her eyes glazed like some feral, rutting animal… the very sight of which was involuntarily increasing Karen's own excitement, and now she could feel the wetness saturating her thighs and moistening Nat's hand with its warm moisture.
Suddenly, Karen heard the metallic whisper of Nat's zipper behind her and she gave a start, but before she could speak she felt him moving about, and turning her head, saw that his face was lowered to the level of her buttocks. She felt him pressing his powerful hands against the small of her back.
"Bend over," he hissed at her, and although she hesitated, his hands forced her to comply until her buttocks wavered in the air behind her and before his face. Abruptly, she felt his hot wet tongue between her straining buttocks, licking moistly downward through the entire length of her sweat-dampened crevice, stopping only briefly to flick its tip into the tiny crinkled ring of her anus.
"Oh God!" Karen moaned while his warm, moist tongue slavered and taunted her defenseless, upraised crotch. She gasped again at the sudden unexpected entry of it into her soft wet passage and buried her face in the couch with a surprised groan of pleasure. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. She felt her vaginal channel contract, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the couch in small quick gasps as he began a sudden curling and flicking, pressing his lips closer, and then, once again, working at her whole open crevice, sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face almost out of control.
Dear God, she had never known anything like this before! Its utter delicious wickedness was consuming her, causing a lewd tingling joy to permeate her whole being. She never wanted it to stop… but it did, and she sensed his tongue slithering back up through the cleft separating her buttocks, up to the base of her spine, and then he moved in close behind her on his knees, until she felt the hugeness of the lust-inflated head of his prick press into the soft yielding split of her ass.
A shudder rippled through her at the touch of its massiveness. God almighty, she thought, he's way too big for me… he'll tear me open!
Then, he backed away and reached down to pull the hindering panties from her legs. Neither of them spoke and the task required some maneuvering but finally it was accomplished. Karen started to drop to the couch and turn over onto her back, but as she did she caught sight of Muriel Brendell's soft, lipstick rimmed lips clasped hungrily around Jeff's growing white cock sawing into her mouth and decided she wanted to watch it to the very end. Muriel had gotten her hands free now and was clutching Jeff's buttocks, one in each hand and was pulling his penis furiously into her lewdly ovalled mouth while he grinned salaciously above her, watching her lust-contorted face as she licked and sucked madly at his prick.
"Oh God," Karen breathed suddenly. "Let's take our clothes off, darling…"
"Good," Nat agreed, jumping to his feet and tearing at his things in a frenzy.
Karen stood and slipped her dress down over her hips, at the same time getting her first real look at Nathan Brendell's huge, thick cock extending out a foot from his muscular, hairy loins.
"Oh, my God, Nat… I can never take that…" she gasped, her beautiful hazel eyes locked on it in obvious fear. She raised her head as he came toward her smiling, his arms held out for her to go into, and in spite of her fear, she did.
"Don't worry, baby," he whispered, holding her naked, voluptuousness tight to him, his massive cock pressed snugly against the soft flesh of her belly. "I won't hurt you… and believe me, you can take it. Now, do you want to see the end of their party? He must be just about ready to explode in my sweet wife's mouth."
"Yes! Yes!" Karen exclaimed, remembering and leaning back onto the couch, bending over this time so that her buttocks were quickly presented to her heavily breathing host and she could still see into the mirror. "Please… please be gentle, darling…"
Again, Nat got on his knees behind her, moving forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide-stretched thighs as he could possibly go, guiding his thick cock forward with thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft blonde pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock and groaned loudly.
Karen stared through the glass, endeavoring to forget her own mounting dread by losing herself in Muriel and Jeff's utterly obscene lovemaking. Now, she could see white, viscous fluid running from the corners of Muriel's mouth and dribbling in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks as she lay on her back, her head partially raised and Jeff's thick, long cock stuffing her mouth in savage plunges; suddenly, Karen realized that Muriel was reveling in the brutal humiliation her Jeff was subjecting her to… a masochistic gleam dancing strangely in her lust-glazed eyes.
Karen bit down into her lower lip as she felt Nathan's blunt, throbbing prick begin to press and prod against the small elastic opening of her vagina. She gasped aloud, steeling herself as the mighty, turgid head slipped through the expanding ring of flesh; she heard him groan as they both felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip smoothly over the fleshy shaft, finally and wetly enclosing the gently penetrating rock-hard length as he continued to surge right up into her.
Truly, she had felt the massive entry with a dozen twinges of pain, but not once had she fought him or cried out, and just as truly did her cunt-walls seem afire with his unaccustomed size imbedded in her belly. It felt as though he had burrowed into her all the way to her breasts… and now, she moaned uncontrollably for the first time.
"All right?" he questioned softly.
"Yes… all right," Karen managed to groan out between her tightly clenched teeth.
Then, gasping his obvious delight at her reception of him, Nathan Brendell began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the warm, moist channel of her vagina. For awhile, Karen continued to chew at her lower lip, until gradually the pain eased as her cunt walls expanded, and she, too, sensed that masochistic sensation of pleasure once more. Being fucked this way, helplessly impaled on his long huge cock while she watched Jeff's brutal subjugation of Muriel Brendell, who was sucking her ex-husband's lengthy thick prick like some lowly slave, had set off exciting sensations of wicked pleasure to ripple through her love-starved body. The very lewd sight taking place before her, and the thought of Nathan's great cock ravishing her cunt caused her to undulate her buttocks salaciously in rhythmic circles back at the heavy shaft fucking into her from behind.
"Oh… Oh Nat… It's good… good… good! Don't stop, darling. Don't stop!" she whispered back at him.
Nathan Brendell grinned lewdly down upon the smooth whiteness of her delicious body. He let his eyes feast for the slightest moment there, on the way her soft, full ass curved sharply away into the narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would break from the least of pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her white smooth thighs tapering down sharply to small, well-formed knees, and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm, shapely calves. Momentarily, he envisioned her lying on her back with the delicious strength of those calves locked tightly behind his ass, pulling him into her in a wild burst of passion… but that would come later. Much would come later. Oh, don't worry, baby, he thought to himself. I'm not about to stop… not for a damn long time to come. In fact, my little blonde bitch, I've just begun…