Sybil Anderson smiled as she tossed her thick, lustrous reddish mane of hair. She was seductively attractive, with her darkly brooding green eyes slightly tilted on high cheekbones and a nose with flaring nostrils that added to her sensuality. Her mouth was full and made all the more sensuous by the strands of red wildly tumbling hair around her face. Her skin was smoothly white, like fine china. At the moment, she was sexually excited in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Mmmmmmmmm." Slowly, wantonly, she thrust her hips forward, her pelvis thrusting out lewdly. She was still dressed but knew she wouldn't be much longer. "Tell me more," she murmured as Lewis snapped the light off next to the bed.
Lewis Anderson lowered his drink and stared at his wife's voluptuously supple body in front of him. He was sitting on the bed and she, Sybil, was standing in front of him with her hands provocatively poised on her hips. Her hips were on his eye level and it was their fluid, supple, teasing action he was watching.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you until you're down on your hands and knees, begging for more. I'll have you on your hands and knees begging for it so hard and fast, you won't be making any sense."
A thrill, as gypsy wild as her copper hair, coursed and pulsated through her lovely loins. She looked down at her husband with a tantalizing smile on her lascivious half-opened lips. She loved to hear her husband talk dirty like that. She thrilled to hear him use vulgar language. It did something deep inside her, it made her feel ... lewd.
Lewd! The whole thought had suddenly been kindled in her mind and raced, like wildfire, through her entire being. Lewis was a man, a hard man with a restlessly driving nature. They had been married now for six years and, like so many other couples, they had become accustomed to one another. The thrill of sex had worn thin and their lives settled into a comfortable but somewhat dull routine.
Lewis was a welder, doing all the dangerous and physically demanding work aloft on skyscrapers. Lewis was popular with his fellow workers and spent time with them after work, drinking in bars, bowling, even going on hunting trips with them. Sybil had the house to run and a part time job at a theatre as a cashier. It wasn't that they needed the money, it was just something to do while Lewis was away with his friends. He was handsome and rugged, her husband, and Sybil had seen women make overt passes at him, but she never worried about his leaving her.
From the first time they made love. Lewis completely dominated her. He attacked her with a wildly frightening ferocity, fucking her until she began to babble incoherently. She loved having sex with Lewis and did so whenever he wanted to.
And, as the years went by, their sex became less and less. They had been married for six years and were beginning to feel the effects of boredom. Sybil was beginning to feel that she was being taken for granted and that meant she meant little or nothing to her husband. He expected the meals to be on time nearly every evening home watching TV or falling asleep in his chair.
But she knew that such a state couldn't last very long. Lewis was too explosive a personality to stay subdued for long. Sooner or later, he would burst and it would all come out.
And it did.
"Jesus Christ, I'm so bored!"
It had come out about half an hour before she had stood in front of him with her hands provocatively on her hips and slowly, wantonly, wiggled her hips. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, looking at him through suggestively half-closed eyes. "Tell me again."
Lewis drank from his beer can and felt the alcohol sponge hotly down into his throat and join his hammering, pounding blood. There was no doubt about it, he was more excited than he had been in a long time. And, obviously, his wife, Sybil, was itching with hot pants. She was undulating in front of his face like a belly dancer. He hadn't seen her that hot in a long while.
He smiled up at her. "I said that we are going on a sex adventure, baby. We're going to take dares and do exciting and dangerous things."
A tiny groan escaped Sybil's wetly red lips. God, yes! She wanted to do it! She closed her eyes and felt her breath tremblingly leave her body as all sorts of obscenely lewd images and thoughts swirled through her mind. Reaching down, she took the drink from her husband's hand and gulped down half of it. The radio was playing some low, funky jazz and she just couldn't keep her hips still.
Lewis went on in a low voice as he watched her drain the glass. "We're going to do some pretty wild licking and sucking things, pretty darling. You got the guts?"
"Yessssss! God, yessssss!" Sybil hissed down at him as her hands went behind her to the small of her back, causing her magnificently rounded breasts to strain and press against her brassiere. Her fingers fumbled for and found the zipper to her dress and she unzipped it, feeling her dress fall loose at the shoulders.
His voice droned on in a smutty, suggestive way that aroused her in a lewdly sluttish mood. "We're going to fuck in the car. We're going to go to a drive-in-movie and we're going to fuck with all those other people around us!"
Fuck! The word seared into her brain and made her feel her vagina moist and slippery between her thighs. She let her dress slip over one shoulder, revealing a snowly white shoulder that was cut by a tightly fitting brassiere strap. She loved to hear Lewis talk dirty! It did something to her, started her motor turning over.
"We're going to be naked and fuck in the car. People will see us."
Sybil let the dress slip off her other shoulder and the soft material fell silently around her waist, revealing her hugely rounded breasts that were softly straining to escape the confines of her brassiere. Lewis could see the pulpy soft curves bulging and swelling out, deepening her generous cleavage and making her all the more desirable. He felt his penis give a jerk in his pants. He went on in his soft hypnotic voice.
"We're going to go to Keith's theatre and fuck up in the balcony."
"Oh, mmmmmmmmm. Go on."
"You'll go down on me in the balcony. You'll get down on your knees between the rows and suck my cock."
Another moan escaped her lips as she hooked her thumbs in her dress and wiggled her hips from side to side as she forced the dress down over her full, roundly curving buttocks. The dress fell to the floor around her feet and she stood in her brassiere, panties, garter belt and stockings. Deftly, she kicked off her shoes with her breasts wavering and dancing with the effort. She nodded a silent agreement to what he said as she reached behind her and felt for the snap to her brassiere.
"And I'll go down on you. I'll pull the crotch band of your panties aside and there in Keith's theatre, I'll lick your cunt. I'll lick it until you go crazy with some Walt Disney movie up there on the screen."
Her mouth open, her eyes closed, her flaming hair in wild disarray, Sybil hissed. "Oh, yessssss!"
She loved it when her husband lapped and licked at her vagina. It drove her in a wildly lewd way to do all sorts of things with him. Now, he was suggesting even wilder sex acts than ever before.
"I'll take pictures of you naked. I'll make you pose for me and I'll take pictures of your naked little pussy up between your legs."
With another little quiveringly dark moan, Sybil snapped her brassiere free and it seemed to leap away and then fall as her creamy white breasts stood proud and provocative with a life all their own. They were fully heavy, like a honeydew melon when it is ripe. They stood defiant and temptingly exposed. Lewis could see the nipples growing taut as he watched. He licked his dry lips and knew he was going to have a good time tonight.
"We're beginning right now. Take your clothes off. All of them!"
His cock swelled obscenely in his pants as he watched her scramble to get undressed. Her breasts heaving, she wiggled out of her panties and stood lewdly naked, with her copperish pubic hair forming a tantalizing little wedge over her jutting vaginal mound. He wanted to up his hand there and let one finger slip up into the hotly wet slit of her cunt and feel her squirm around and pump down on it with wanton pleasure. He controlled himself with the kind of cool nerve it took to catwalk along girders thirty stories up.
"A real sex adventure. All the way. We're going to swap with another couple. And ... while I fuck the wife, I'm going to watch her husband fuck you!"
The thought hit her with the jolt of four hundred and forty volts of electricity. She visibly jumped and recoiled.
It sounded so lewd!
It was just like him, brazen and bold, to suggest such a thing. It was one thing to think about it and quite another to do. In her mind, she felt sure she would never actually do such a thing, that the situation would never arise, that she would never find herself in the situation where she would have to decide. Still, it was obscenely exciting to think about, another man pumping his heavily hardened penis up into her while her own husband watched!
It was evil and lewd and wrong and obscene. People who did that had no respect for themselves or others. People who did things like swapping were depraved and needed help.
Still, it was obscenely exciting to think about!
The idea was exciting and set her blood pounding through her veins so that it throbbed on her temples. She could feel her cuntal walls contract and twitch up between her thighs with a boiling hot desire that was creamy and lubricated her vaginal lips. Lewis could see the glistening slit of her cunt as she lewdly pumped her hips in front of him. Then, sucking in her breath, she broke her wanton pose and fell to her knees in front of him, pressing her softly full breasts against his legs, she pried his legs apart and fell between them and fumbled for his zipper.
He could tell the idea was working on her and he remained cold bloodedly silent as she fumbled in his pants and underwear for his hardening cock. He kept his mouth shut and watched her feverish movements as she kneeled, naked, between his legs.
Sybil's mind was crowded with wild and lewdly exciting images. How would they go about it? She imagined herself lying naked with another young girl who was equally beautiful and naked. They were both lying on the same bed, on their backs, naked, waiting. She imagined the men coming in the room, naked. She imagined a strange man getting over her and shoving his big, hard cock up in her cunt and fucking her crazy while Lewis watched!
Fucking her while Lewis watched!
The thought fused in her mind like an atom bomb exploding. She felt as if her loins had been coated with itching powder and her cunt was aflame with a lewdly abandoned desire.
All of them fucking together!
The idea and image of such a thing happening flashed through her mind with a subliminal speed. It was too hot to think about!
She fumbled his thickly hardening prick out of his pants and held it with both hands and squeezed it gently, lovingly, as she let out a moan and her hips and groin squirmed with a thirsty desire. Her proudly tight buttocks twitched and made her pump her hips wantonly. One hand slipped from his cock and trailed down over her stomach and tangled in her pubic hair before two deft fingers pulled her excitedly moistened vaginal lips apart.
With one finger, she rubbed and rolled her slipperily excited clitoris. Bolts of sweetly pure pleasure shot through her nakedly stripped body.
She couldn't help thinking about swapping, about having an orgy with another couple. The idea excited her even though she felt sure she could never do such a thing in actuality. Still, it was exciting to think about and maybe Lewis would make her do it!
Another moan cut the silence in the room as she held one hand down over her cunt and played with her clitoris as she slowly peeled the foreskin back over his swelling cock and let the drive-hardened head of it appear all red and shining.
God, what if Lewis made her do it?
The thought expressed a guilty desire. Oddly, she felt a dizzying quality. For a moment, she thought she was going to pass out. The thought of being forced to have sex with a perfect stranger against her will was far more exciting than expected. Whole images appeared in her mind as she thought of Lewis forcing her ... by his strength and his will ... to do all sorts of obscene and perverted things.
If he made her do it! If he forced her!
She felt a surging of pure, blind, animal lust as she imagined herself being forced to do all sorts of lewd things and being fucked by a strange man while Lewis watched!
And seeing Lewis fuck some beautiful young girl!
It was evil and lewd and sinful and an unholy thing to think of. Yet it was exciting!
It was exciting and would never happen in reality. Her eyes closed, her mouth half open, Sybil bent her head to take her husband's cock in her mouth, to feel it's hotly swelling hardness with her wet pulpy lips and suck.
But it was not to be.
As hot as he was, Lewis had an icy calm and command. His strong hands were on her head and pushing her back away. His eyes were cold and small as he looked at her. "I meant what I said. A real sex adventure. Starting now. No holds barred.
Anything goes. Get up."
"What?" Sybil was bewildered, not knowing if he was ordering her or condemning her. His face was so steel-hard.
"Get up." The words were enunciated slowly and carefully and they carried the chill of a winter wind in them.
She got to her feet obediently, standing naked and uncertain before him.
"Walk across the room."
With a smile, she realized he had something in mind, some sex adventure. Very well, she thought, I'll play along. She walked across the room naked, her back turned, her twin white buttocks twitching with an exaggerated swing. She whirled around in front of the drapes and faced him, one hand on her hip. Her fully naked figure was his to see, and she watched his face as his eyes crept over her voluptuous form. Voluptuously full and round was a short description of her body. Her proudly thrust-out breasts were heavy and defined like two ripe honeydew melons. Her tightly taut nipples stood out exactly in the middle of her breasts and were slightly tilted toward the ceiling. Her waist, stomach, hips, and loins were a veritable sonata of curves and roundly firm buttocks that ached to be cupped in his hands. Her breasts trembled whenever she moved.
Finally, inevitably, his eyes fastened on her cunt and glinted with a savagely contained lust. Her mound of Venus was round and full, standing out in a sensuously appealing way. Her soft pubic hair was downy and copperish. Her vaginal lips were swelling with desire as he watched her standing by the drapes, uncertain as to what to do next. She stood in a lewdly naked defiance, ready for his slightest command or suggestion. They were on a sex adventure and the thought thrilled and excited her in a smutty way. Lewis wanted her wildly wanton, and she was determined to be as lewd and sluttish as she could. She knew it excited him and it certainly excited her in a darkly thrilling way that made her think of masochism. It thrilled her in a wasteful and wanton way to think of masochism.
Lewis opened his mouth to say something, and she tensed, eager, contracting her smoothly flowing thighs together slightly as she felt the lips of her cunt full and her inner cuntal walls felt wet and slippery from her excitement.
"Open the drapes."
It was so unexpected, it hit her like a bucket of water. Her heart skipped a beat, and it seemed as if time stood still in the room while she looked at her husband with a tightly constricted smile on his face. "Open the drapes."
He said it again, and she stood with her lips glinting red and wet, her mouth open slightly showing her even white teeth. "Open the drapes."
This time he sounded more insistent. She knew what he wanted. She understood now that they were really on a sex adventure, that he was really going to make demands on her. He wanted her to stand naked and wanton in front of the window with the lights on. He was going to make her expose her naked youthful body to whomever passed by and looked in. Strangers would see her naked and hot to be fucked.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes, feeling dizzy and slightly feverish. She felt an odd, lewd pleasure slowly spread over her nakedly sensitive flesh. It covered her like a warm syrup or honey, and she smilingly opened her mouth and touched her upper lip with the cherry-red tip of her tongue and bent one knee slightly and allowed her leg to swing open and exposed her naked genitals and the moistly glistening slit of her hotly excited cunt.
Without looking, she reached out with one hand and pulled the drapes slowly open.
* * *
Crazy Riley sat by his window, his dried lips kneading as he looked out at the dark and deserted neighborhood. He sat in his favorite chair, his back to the room and to the glowing, changing television screen. The channel he was tuned to was showing an old musical, and the lead was singing to his true love. Crazy Riley no longer watched the television screen at night. He watched the neighborhood. The television set was on, night and day, playing. Occasionally, he would touch the instrument in his hand, turning up the sound and changing the channels by remote control. If he liked what he heard, he would turn around and give the screen his undivided attention.
Mostly, he just sat by the window and watched the neighborhood with the television on as a silent kind of companion.
Crazy Riley was old and he heard children in the neighborhood call him, "Crazy Riley." And the name stuck, and he even had taken to thinking of himself as "Crazy Riley."
And he sat by the window pretending to watch television when it was daylight and sat in a dark room at night, watching the neighborhood while the television flickered a ghostly light over the ceiling. By day, he peeked at the neighborhood and watched all he could see. His days fell into a regular schedule: children went off to school, wives went shopping. Men came home from work and houses were lighted as families ate.
Crazy Riley watched it all. It was simple: he hadn't anything else to do. He was bored with watching television and the endless reruns. He was sick of cleaning his tiny neat apartment, and he loathed gardening in the tiny backyard he had. It seemed like he could sit in his chair and flick channels by the remote control he had in his hand, and he had seen every show on every channel. Even the news seemed the same every night. He was sick of it all.
The house didn't get dirty fast enough. Cleaning it once a week was enough. And, in the garden ... crabgrass only appeared before it was immediately uprooted. The lawn was like a putting green. The trouble was ... the yard wasn't big enough to occupy more than two days of any week.
No, he watched the neighborhood and heard the faint cry of little schoolchildren, "Look, there's Crazy Riley!"
Each night, he put the neighborhood to sleep, sitting in the dark until the last light in the neighborhood winked out. He sat and learned to recognize the night lights by their soft, constant glow. He found himself excited whenever he saw a midnight light go on in a bedroom or bathroom. At times like that he found himself coming alive with excitement and questions. What were people doing up? Was someone sick? Whenever he saw a late light and knew that there were children living in that particular house, he became worried. Whenever he saw a light in Lewis and Sybil Anderson's place, he became curious.
He was curious now and leaning over in his chair to get a better view of their window. The drapes were closed but the lights were on, and he could just make out the shadowy form of someone standing right behind the drapes. The material was so thick he couldn't tell if the muted form was male or female, naked or clothed.
His old lips kneaded together and a crafty look came into his eyes. Something: instinct, experience, wisdom, something told him he was going to see something worth seeing, something worth remembering. His eyes darted about the neighborhood. It was dark, all of it, dark except for the streetlights and night lights in the houses. His eyes darted back to the Anderson house.
He had seen Sybil Anderson many times. She was one very good thing that happened in his day. He saw her when she came out the front door to get the morning mail and when she went and came home from shopping. She stirred wildly dirty thoughts in Crazy Riley's head. He looked at her figure with a beady eye.
Some women know they got it, and she's one of them. Yes, sir. Tight little ass all firm and rubbery.
Big tits riding high and jiggling up and down when she walks even though she's wearing a brassiere. Damn bitch is flaunting it. Look at that walk! A real cock-tease! like to see her naked! like to see her naked without a stitch on and getting the shit fucked out of her!
As if in answer to his half-formed, silent wish, the drapes were jerked open on the Anderson woman standing starkly lascivious, naked and brazen, right in front of the window!
CHAPTER TWO
Crazy Riley half got out of his chair, his heart hammering wildly against his rib cage, his eyes bugging out of his head. He was making funny little involuntary noises through his nose. His mouth hung open and an old tired moan swept through him like wind through autumn leaves. Wild lust raced his body and he got out of his chair and crouched in the semi-dark by the window, determined to see all that he could before this vision of loveliness was denied him.
She stood with her back to the window, smiling and watching somebody who was out of sight. Crazy Riley saw her naked back with its softly swooping curves and the little hollow of her back and the suggestion of a shadow that was there. And her proud, smoothly rounded young buttocks, they were voluptuously full and firm with a deep crevice pinched together by two rubbery cheeks that made halfmoons above her thighs.
It was a beautiful ass, the kind of ass he used to dream of when he was a young man. It was the kind of ass men wanted to fondle, to caress, to hold cupped in their hands and slowly, wantonly, pull the thickly firm cheeks apart to reveal her tiny puckered anus drawn tight like a purse strings.
He fairly slavered as he crouched by the window, feeling cramped, fearful to move or even blink for fear he would miss something. Silently, he offered up a prayer that he might watch the lasciviously naked vision a little while, that he would not be denied, that she would not close the drapes.
As if in answer to his prayer, she slowly turned, revealing her breasts hugely round and well formed. He could see her dark nipples growing taut and pointed as she turned, that smile still on her face and faced the windows stark naked and raised her arms to run her hands through her thick mane of reddish hair. He saw the full roundness and voluptuous ripeness of her breasts as they rose with the arm movement and trembled heavily and enticingly.
Her ribs barely showed, setting off her rib cage enticingly and showing her satin-smooth stomach that was firm and moldered in tightly organized undulations. The last undulation was the best: her nakedly jutting mound of Venus. Crazy Riley's frantic eye centered on the spot. It was so lewdly enticing because it was so snug between her youthfully firm thighs and below her smoothly flat stomach. The curling copper pubic triangle was downy and sparse, like baby's hair. Her vaginal lips were thin and folded teasingly over. He could see them from his window. He wished for binoculars and made a mental note to buy a pair the next day and have them ready constantly.
Crazy Riley stiffened and he closed his dry mouth and tried to swallow. Someone was walking up behind her! It was her husband! He half rose, a protesting grunt coming from him. He was sure the husband would pull her away and close the drapes and the sight of her naked young curves would be lost to his eyes forever! He wanted to do something, to stop this from happening to him!
He stopped and sank down again, a malicious glint coming into her eye. The husband was naked! He couldn't be sure because he walked right up behind his wife and he only got a glimpse of him, but it looked like he was naked.
Now Crazy Riley's heart began to pound with a force and velocity he hadn't felt in years. He was panting for his breath as he watched the Anderson's man's hands come around from behind and grab his wife's breasts with both hands. He caressed the breasts, he cupped and mauled and fondled them while he watched, paralyzed by lust and his thundering heart. By God, he would give his life to fuck her just once!
He watched as the Anderson man caught her nipples between his fingers and pinched them into a wantonly hardening right before his eyes. He saw the lewd expression on her face. He moaned aloud and forgot all about crouching low and semi-hiding as he saw one of Anderson's hands begin to slip down over her silky stomach and toward her tiny auburn wedge of thinly curling pubic hair. His fingers played down as she slyly shifted her weight and stood with her lovely long legs held wide apart. Her bare feet were far apart and half-buried in the thick carpet as she turned her head to look over her shoulder and he could see her red, wetly parted lips, and her tongue as the Anderson man locked his mouth hungrily down over hers. One of his fingers sunk into the moist open confines of her thin little pussy slit and spread the soft, hair-fringed lips wide apart. Crazy Riley gaped as her hips began to pump lewdly and obscenely. She pumped oh-so-slowly, taking her lustful time and feeling her husband's wetly glistening middle finger fuck teasingly in and out. Jesus, she was worse than any whore!
Neither of them seemed to give a damn that they might be watched. They gave no indication of hiding or drawing the drapes. In a wild, insane, illogical kind of way, they seemed to be enjoying what they were doing. Their lust and voluptuously lasciviousness was evident. They were two obscene voluptuaries, and their hands were all over each other's naked bodies now, heightening their sensuality.
The old man watched, dizzy with his own lust as the Anderson woman turned to face her husband and teasingly run her breasts back and forth over the hair on his chest, her eyes gleaming with a wicked lewdness. Slowly, with old Riley not believing he was seeing it, she began to bend her knees and sink to the carpeted floor right in front of her husband.
She fell silently to her knees and kneeled with her tightly rounded young buttocks fanning out wickedly and, for the first time, Riley could see that her husband was also stripped completely naked. What a cock! Riley leaned forward, his forehead pressed against the glass and gaped wide-eyed as he saw the hugely throbbing penis that had swelled fully into erection now.
He watched as she took it in her fist and skinned it back so that the purplish, mushroom head swelled out plainly. He leaned forward, watching her pull the cock down with her fist and saw her open mouth that was wetly red and provocatively open with her lips ovaled wide and blood-red.
With just a little movement of her head, she took the smooth rubbery head of the cock into her mouth and she sucked it in lasciviously, her lips locking tightly around it, her eyes closed, an expression of obscene bliss on her face. Slowly, insinuatingly, her head began moving back and forth, back and forth as she sucked passionately on his cock and took more and more of the heavily burgeoning shaft into her mouth with each suck. Even though he was twenty or more feet away, Crazy Riley could plainly see her husband's rock-hard shaft glistening with saliva from her mouth.
Her husband towered over naked and muscular, his feet spread far apart and planted. His hands came down and tangled in his wife's wild red gypsy hair. He held her head in place while his hips began a slowly lewd pumping in and out. He thrust forward brutally, forcing her lips to grow thin and tight around his hardness. He pulled out and she was sucking him so hard, her lips rolled out red and wet on the shaft of the cock. He pulled out until he was almost free, the blunt head just touching her lips, then, with a wildly malevolent grin, he slowly thrust his massively bulging cock back deeper into her mouth, his thick masculine hips jutting out obscenely.
It seemed to the old man that her husband was becoming more and more aroused as he stood by the window in the lamplight, fucking his wife in the mouth. She also was growing wilder and more wantonly reckless by the second. It seemed to Riley that she liked what she was doing. Still kneeling, she spread her legs and her free hand went down to her nakedly waiting loins, and her hand began playing teasingly with her cunt as she greedily, hungrily sucked her husband off. Her fingers spread the swollen, softly hair-fringed lips of her cunt up between her thighs and exposed a tiny slit of pink to the old man's eyes. She desperately wormed her finger up into the hotly waiting moistness and her loins roiled and pumped lewdly and provocatively around it.
Sweat was forming on the old man's upper lip and forehead. His blood was pounding through his veins as he saw the naked young couple writhing sensuously together, getting wilder and more abandoned with each passing second.
The Anderson man let his head fall back, eyes open, mouth open, his head thrashing from side to side in time to his rapidly thrusting hips He was really fucking his wife in the mouth now, thrusting in and out with a brutal urgency as he held her head in place with his powerful, tightly locked hands. Over half his cock was disappearing up into her willing, accepting mouth as he fucked wildly away.
And the Anderson woman! Rather than being afraid or humiliated, she seemed to like it. Rather, she seemed to like being humiliated. She knelt before her husband and sucked his cock with an ecstatic kind of concentration while her own supple and voluptuously rounded hips pumped lewdly back and forth while her own two fingers now finger-fucked ecstatically in and out of her mouth-like, openly spread cunt.
She was obviously enjoying herself. She obviously knew the window was undraped and the lights were on. She had to know that people could look and that if they could look, they obviously would.
Crazy Riley could see that their bodies were both covered in a fine film of sweat. Their loins, her breasts, her hips, all gleamed with a dull oiled glint in the lamplight. Forevermore, Crazy Riley would consider himself fortunate to have seen all that he had. Until his dying day, he would be found sitting in the chair with his eyes on the Anderson house. Now, he looked intently at the window, hoping to see more.
He saw more. The two of them reached such a lewdly writhing peak that they broke apart. Although he couldn't hear their voices, he saw their faces. Lewis's was a wildly lustful snarl as he pulled free and his wife's face showed an intent disappointment as she tried greedily to hang onto his cock and suck it back into her openly searching mouth.
The the same time, Lewis was like a madman, he seized her by the shoulders and forced her down on the carpet, twisting her so that she was on her stomach. Inside the room, it was hot, hot with the heat of their passion and lewdness. It was like breathing the hot humid air inside a nursery, inside a hothouse with the sun beating down on the glass panes. The only sound was their hoarse panting as he forced her down on her stomach and she felt the stiff, tickling nap of the rug thrust its way onto her clitoris and send searing bolts of pleasure through her loins. She was hot, hotter than she could remember. She was horny and felt debauched already. She was willing to do anything he wanted.
"Somebody must be watching," he said, his voice oddly hoarse.
"Yes!" The idea of someone watching her lewdness, someone seeing her behave in a wantonly brazen way, excited her. She loved to feel his hands on her body, touching her in secret places, caressing her in a brutal and exciting way, arousing her to a provocatively lewdness herself. He was forcing her to do things and perhaps ... someone was watching. She found herself longing, wishing to know if anyone was watching, if anyone was seeing her being so lewdly whore-like and obscene. It was so dangerous! People could call the police! But it was so exciting! She longed for someone to be in the room, for someone to be there and watch her perverted behavior. Someone who would watch and maybe take pictures and demand that she do certain things ... lewd things!
"You can bet somebody is watching." His voice was still hoarse, a half-growl.
"Can you see anyone?" she asked, not looking at him. She was sprawled on the rug, face down, her hips slowly and lewdly grinding into the thick nap that excited her.
"I can't see anything. It's all dark out there."
"I hope somebody is watching. I hope so." She really meant it. She had never expected it would excite her so much to be naked and exhibitionistic. She loved it! It excited her so much she couldn't resist groaning, "I wish we had somebody here!"
He was leaning over her and she could feel his hand on her sweaty writhing buttocks. His fingers wormed their way down into her soft crevice and brushed, lewdly against her tiny puckered anus. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The question hung in the air heavily for a moment before she hissed out a lewd, "Yessssss!"
"Another man? A woman?"
She didn't answer. Her body was a network of screaming nerves that were dying to be fucked. She ground her nakedly writhing buttocks around desperately.
"Another cock, another hard prick to fuck you?"
Her answer was a deeply dark moan as she restlessly writhed on the rug. "Or," he continued, his voice low and hoarse, "another cunt! Some girl for me to fuck while you watch and finger yourself. How about that?"
She groaned again, her whole body shaking, her nakedly enticing back and buttocks covered with hotly glistening droplets of sweat. Her mind was feverishly reeling under the impact of lascivious feelings and forbidden desires. They were truly on a sex adventure and who knew where or how it was going to stop.
If he forced her to do lewd, perverted things, the sky was the limit! There was nothing she wouldn't do if he told her to do it!
"Get on your hands and knees!" His hoarse voice was higher and more commanding. Obediently, she crawled to all fours and waited.
"Spread that ass, open it up!" His voice was immediately behind her and she felt his hotly rough hands on her hips. He was going to fuck her from behind! He was going to obscenely fuck her and the whole neighborhood would watch! She thrust her finely curved buttocks out, arching her back and lowering her head. Her breasts, covered with perspiration snaking down their ample softness, were trapped between her arms and jiggled obscenely and unknown to her were on naked display to Crazy Riley's lecherously watching eyes.
He watched across the way as her husband knelt behind her and pressed his cock against her upraised ass-cheeks. He was lining it up with her cunt and she opened her mouth wide in ecstasy and ground her buttocks back invitingly to meet it as the huge bulbous head disappeared from sight as it quickly slipped up inside. He watched as the two of them began writhing and bucking crazily against each other. She was on her hands and knees and her face was hidden by her long flailing strands of wild red hair. Her breasts danced tightly under her lewdly undulating torso and she fucked back against his cock with all her might.
Crazy Riley watched with disbelieving eyes half-hypnotized as he saw Anderson's ramrod cock fucking wetly in and out of his wife's tightly grasping young cunt. Her body was twisting and undulating like she was some great cat in heat. Her mouth was open and her smooth white teeth gritted together and he imagined he could hear his hiss as she fucked back with all her might.
He watched as Anderson bent and leaned over his wife's heaving back and locked his thick arms around her slim waist as he really began to fuck her with all his might. He began slamming one long vicious stroke after another into her cunt, hammering at her. Riley saw her body react to each brutally efficient stroke and saw her breasts dance and jiggle tightly underneath her. The two of them then began writhing together as one body. They tensed and undulated together wantonly, insanely, fucking with all their collective mights, fighting against the boiling hot cum that was boiling in their loins, threatening to engulf them in a wild, cataclysmic explosion of ever building lust.
They fucked all out as the old man watched. The Anderson man's naturally superior strength began to tell on the two of them. The old man could see her strength ebbing while his seemed to feed off her and grow stronger. He fucked her harder and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of her willing, accepting cunt like some great greased piston as he fucked her down onto the floor, battering mercilessly at her wanton strength-drained body.
The old man groaned out loud when he saw Anderson throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut as he bellowed out his ecstasy as he came deep up into his wife's hotly contracting belly. She was writhing under him like a matchstick curling about in hotly licking orange flame as she screamed against the creamy white heat of her own suddenly heavily gushing cum.
His cock jerked and buried itself in her twitching, convulsing cunt. It swelled and jerked as he pumped out his white-hot male liquid deep up between her openly spread thighs.
The old man watched with gleaming passion-filled eyes as they slumped to the floor in a boneless ecstasy. They lay together for awhile, breathing heavily, before he slowly rolled off her back and onto the rug. Heaving a sigh, she rolled over on her back, displaying her heavy, ripely rounded breasts and brutally ravaged young cunt.
He watched them until they got up slowly and walked out of sight. Crazy Riley watched the empty window until the lights went out. Then he got up and went to bed to rest for the next day when he would watch again. He tried hard to sleep but found he couldn't for hours. Although he tried not to think about it, he kept seeing that beautiful young Anderson girl stark naked and sucking her husband's heavy, sperm-bloated cock while finger-fucking herself like a two-bit little whore right out where the whole world could see.
* * *
Keith Potter carefully slid the celluloid lead into the sprockets and fed it one through, following a trail that was intricate until the film strip was far enough along to be caught up. He flicked the huge projector on and it hummed as he fed the film through. Quickly, he snapped it off and clamped the film can in place. The regular projectionist was sick with the flu and no replacements seemed handy. The flu bug had really hit hard around town, even theatre attendance was down.
Satisfied that both projectors were loaded and ready to go, he wiped his hands on a paper towel and looked out of the projection booth at the dark auditorium that was so sparsely populated. Couples and singles drifted in and sat down. It seemed that when there were just a few people attending, every one sat as far away from one another as possible.
He lit a cigarette and relaxed. He was going to be busy enough in a short while. Along with running the projectors, he had his regular job as manager. He inhaled on his cigarette and looked out the little window that was covered by a smoky blue glass that allowed him to see out but no one could see in. At best, they could only make out a dark shadow behind the glass. He enjoyed the idea of watching people without them knowing about it.
Some nights when things were slow, he would come up and chew the fat with the projectionist while they both had a cigarette. Usually, the projectionist would be watching some hot young couple necking. If it got too heavy or out of line, Keith would go out and put a stop to it.
He was proud of the kind of theatre he ran, a family theatre where you weren't afraid to bring your kids. The owners gave him carte blanche in running and booking the theatre and Keith's ambition was to someday own his own theatre, to be a distributor. It wasn't an idle dream and he was working toward it all the time.
He had it all figured out. He would have a quad ... four theatres in one. It was the wave of the future. Already they were beginning to appear around the country. Soon, there would not be anything built but quads. Dual theatres had proven economically successful and there was no reason to think that a quad wouldn't make it even bigger.
Keith had the land all picked out. He could see the whole thing in operation: four theatres showing four different features at once. Four projectors but only one projectionist needed to run them. The box office could be handled by two girls. The overhead was nothing and patrons had four movies to choose "from. He could see it all happening: parents coming with their kids.
Families seeing movies like in the old days. The parents could go see an "R" rated film while the kids piled into see the latest Disney flick.
It would make a ton of money and Keith would be a big distributor. He loved the movie business and had loved it ever since he was a kid. He had spent a good portion of his childhood sitting in a movie and watching the latest film from Hollywood. He had grown up a fan and was, essentially, still a fan. He selected his films with care and watched each and every one of them with rapt attention.
Yet he didn't like "X" rated films. He felt they were the cause for Hollywood's downfall. People couldn't bring a family to a film anymore for fear of being embarrassed. Some of the films were downright pornographic. He was adamant in refusing "X" rated films even when they were offered by the studios.
"People come to our theatre to see good films, not a lot of naked people running around."
He was aware that "X" rated films were big box office, but he didn't care. He knew that the old Starlite across town was making a lot of money with a policy of strictly "X" rated films. The Starlite was renamed and was cleaning up on the battle of "X" rated films.
Still, Keith didn't care. He was a film fan and good movies were going to come back again. And, if you showed a good film, people turned out. Yet, he had to admit that the turnout wasn't exactly great tonight. He looked over the darkened auditorium with a rueful expression. There were barely enough people to make expenses. It was getting so the only time they made money was on the weekends, and even then they sometimes failed if the picture didn't draw.
Sex, sex was selling everything. It hurt him to see the big stars go into movies with nudity and sex in them. Sex. It was everywhere. It was getting so you couldn't pick up the daily newspaper without immediately being confronted by lurid sex.
Although he didn't think so, Keith was a bit of a prude and his dislike of sex even extended to his home life. Keith was married to Janet, a stunning brunette. Janet had an incredibly voluptuous and youthfully firm body. Fortunately, Janet was like Keith when it came to sex: inhibited. Although he never said so, Keith preferred it that way.
Sex. It was everywhere.
He didn't really know why, but whenever he thought of sex, whenever he got on the subject with Janet or had to turn down the booking of an "X" rated film, he though of his wife's friend's husband, Lewis.
In truth, he didn't like Lewis. He tried to establish a relationship that was friendly yet cool. He had to deal with Lewis because he was his wife's closest friend's husband. Yet, he didn't like him. He was too crude, too pushy, too ... full of sex. It seemed to Keith he was always talking about it. Every time he saw him, he would steer the conversation around to sex. He was always bugging Keith to play "X" rated films at the theatre.
It was more than that. It was his whole personality. To Keith, he was just a big, strong, steelworker with no taste or brains who bragged too much and was sex-obsessed. He felt sorry for Sybil. What must it be like to be married to a lunk like Lewis? He was nothing but a bragging, beer-swilling sex maniac.
Keith hastily crushed his cigarette out and narrowed his eyes to see better, his face close to the smoky blue glass. Coming up the aisle were Sybil and Lewis.
"Speak of the devil," he muttered under his breath. He watched Sybil coming up the steps, feeling her way in the dark. Her auburn hair clashed with the dark. She was wearing a micro-mini bright orange dress and Keith wasn't above watching her step up in the tight dress. Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest and Keith watched his wife's slightly older friend with some envy and desire. First of all, she was dressed in a manner he would never permit in Janet. Men weren't going to look at his wife and get all kinds of horny ideas, no sir!
Still, without thinking about it, he felt it was all right to look at his wife's friend and think lewd thoughts. Especially since he couldn't be seen. In fact, it was kind of exciting.
He watched her stepping up the aisle in the dark, showing lots of firmly supple white thigh, showing just the edge of what he thought was her panties in the dark. He watched with alert eyes as her voluptuously rounded buttocks swung lazily from side to side. Sybil had reddish hair and Janet was a brunette. He gave an involuntary shudder of luridly thrilling delight as he pictured the two of them together, naked on a bed.
He pulled away from the window with a deep sigh. It wasn't too good to think that way. Neither Sybil or Janet was that kind of girl and he certainly wasn't that kind of guy. Sex, it was everywhere!
CHAPTER THREE
Forcing himself not to look out the window, Keith Potter turned his attention to the twin projectors that were in sync: when one shut off, the other kicked over. All he had to do for tonight's show was change two reels. The rest of the time he could sit on his duff. He told himself that projectionists really had a soft job. He checked the time and saw he had less than a minute to go before he turned the first projector on. After he started the thing, he could go down to his office and do paperwork and check the box office. Or, he could stay and watch Lewis and Sybil.
His eyes darted back to the little blue window.
Lewis was sprawled in his seat, his feet up and over the two seats in front of him. Damn the slob!
Keith threw the switch and checked out the window as a cone of light stabbed through the dark and the white screen lighted up while steel-blue cigarette smoke drifted in the light. He checked the screen to see if it was focused and framed properly and, satisfied, he sat down on a stool and lit another cigarette.
He knew he should get down to his office and do a lot of much needed paperwork yet something kept him up in the booth. What, first of all, were the two of them doing here? The movie showing was a musical, and Lewis hated them and made fun of them. Besides, if they ever did come, they always called beforehand. Lewis was always trying to get something for nothing and made a big thing about not paying. "like, I work hard for my money," he would say, implying that Keith didn't, "and why should I pay when my old friend can give us a free-o?"
Although he didn't like it, Keith always let them in free when Lewis made such a vulgar big deal out of it.
Yet, this time they didn't call, didn't even ask for him down at the box office. He picked the phone up on the desk and waited.
There was a click and Dottie's voice came on the line. Dottie was the teenage part-time help who was running the box office tonight. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
He winced, not liking it when girls called him by his last name. It made him feel old already and very remote.
"Ah, a guy just came in with a redhead in a bright orange dress."
"Yeah, I remember them. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Did they ask for me?"
"Huh? No. Nobody's asked for you."
"Okay. How are things going?"
"Fine, Mr. Potter. Just fine. Kinda slow."
"I noticed. Show's started. If you need me, I'll be doing some work up here for awhile."
"Thank you."
Keith hung up wondering what she was thanking him for. But he didn't think much about it as he turned his attention to the little blue window and Lewis and Sybil. What they were doing was most unusual, and he naturally wondered why. He could not really remember, but he didn't think they ever sat in the balcony before. They were sitting well back, by themselves. He looked down on them and could see them quite plainly. Putting his face close to the glass, he looked around. There wasn't anyone behind them. They were alone with just him watching them and they didn't know he was watching.
He felt a little guilty thrill, watching two people he knew well while they were completely unaware of him. By turning out the single bare lightbulb in the projection booth, he found he could see them even more clearly. They were sitting under him and, from the angle he looked, he could see right down Sybil's dress at her breasts. He saw her softly deep cleavage and thought she was showing just a little too much for being in public.
He pressed his face against the glass and breathed shallowly, trying not to fog the glass. Was he mistaken, or was two buttons of her dress undone? They were. He wondered if they were undone when she came in. Then, he caught his breath as he saw Sybil make a little movement.
Both of them were staring at the screen with Lewis slouched in his chair, his feet up on the empty seats in front of him. Sybil was sitting up and her hand quietly stole up to unbutton two more buttons on the front of her dress!
The ghostly light of the film seemed to flicker over both of them as she pulled the dress slightly open, revealing the musk-melon roundness of her youthfully beautiful breasts. In the booth, Keith felt his cock jerk in his pants as he looked down on the fully rounded mounds that seemed to be straining against the flimsy confines of the dress now. He could almost see her nipples and he wondered if she was wearing a brassiere at all. Her breasts were like Janet's, big and full and lasciviously rounded. If anything, they were bigger than Janet's and more proudly thrust outward. Sybil always walked around looking as if her shoulders were thrust back and her breasts jutting out. And, when she walked in high heels, her breasts would flounce and jiggle in the most inviting way.
Sex. It was everywhere.
He watched, feeling his cock swell slightly in his pants. It swelled enough to make him feel horny as he watched Sybil unbutton her dress down to her youthfully slim waist. What in God's name was she up to?
Lewis, munching on popcorn, offered some to Sybil, turning to look at her. Surely, Keith thought, he'll make her stop.
He didn't. To Keith's open-mouthed amazement, he pulled at a corner of the dress and one large breast leaped free with a softly quivering movement! Sybil sat there in the dark balcony with one of her magnificent breasts completely exposed! Both breasts were supported by the flimsiest of half-brassieres that pinched into her softly voluptuous skin and left her budding nipples completely free.
Even as he watched, Lewis leaned and pulled the other breast free. It sprung free with a lewdly lascivious movement, and he fondled the firmly soft breast, kneading the flesh roughly and pinching the bullet-shaped nipple between his fingers. Sybil responded by letting her head fall back wantonly, her mouth open, her lips wetly tempting.
The light from the projection booth flickered over her body, making her breasts all the more exotic. Lewis was busy pulling the dress free from her softly snow-white shoulders so that ... except for the tiny inadequate brassiere ... she was naked to the waist. Sitting in a balcony, in a public place, almost naked! And it was his balcony and in his theatre!
He pulled away from the window and nervously wiped his mouth while he tried to think. Sex, it was everywhere. If they were strangers, he wouldn't hesitate to call the police, but it was his own wife's friend. What could he say to them? Why were they doing such a thing in his theatre? What was their motive? Their aim? His mind reeled under the audacity of their act.
Quickly, he looked down, taking in all the balcony. The view spectators were intent on the movie, not realizing the lewd and astounding scene that was taking place behind them. Keith didn't know what to do. He was torn between watching more and feeding his own growing excitement and his fear that they might be discovered. If they were found out, he would really be in a pickle. How would he explain it to his employer? To Janet? He shook his head and looked again.
Now it was Lewis sitting up and leaning over his wife, and it was Sybil who was sprawled in her seat. She was sprawled obscenely with her legs up on the empty seats in front of her. He had to admit she had lovely legs, every bit as good as Janet's. They were long and tapered with youthfully slim ankles. And her thighs! They were full and firmly round and completely exposed! She was slumped in her seat while Lewis fondled her breasts and her legs were hooked over the seats in front of her and spread wide apart. Her face had a lewdly wanton expression on it as she arched her back and flexed her buttocks, lifting them slightly to allow Lewis to pull her dress up. Now her orange dress was nothing but a rumpled piece of clothing gathered around her youthfully slim waist. She was wearing white bikini panties that were almost a G-string. Keith stood close to the glass and looked down with the blood pounding in his temples. Her wild, copper hair hung over the back of the chair and she sprawled wantonly, lasciviously, virtually naked and acting like a slut. Keith couldn't believe Ins eyes. Although he was ready to believe anything bad about Lewis, he never thought Sybil was such a slut. Yet, there she was, wantonly lewd, tugging at her husband's zipper with a wild gypsy look on her face.
It was suddenly hot and closed in the projectionist booth, and Keith found himself sweating. He had to do something to stop the two of them. But ... what? He thought of going to the balcony and sitting near them. Perhaps that would stop them. Or, he could march out and confront them. Yet Sybil was all but naked. How could he talk to her like that? Supposing they were drunk or on drugs? Lewis was capable of anything. Supposing there was a scene? What would he do? If they could behave like that, they could do anything. They might go wild if he confronted them.
Silently he swore because he didn't know what to do. Always, in the past, he had known how to handle all situations from sleeping bums down to abusive drunks. But this ... this was something else!
He went back to the window, wiping it clean with a handkerchief and looking down. Although he couldn't admit it, it was exciting, particularly when he reminded himself that this girl down below, this nearly naked girl who was slowly and obscenely writhing in her seat, was his wife's best friend! He had seen her clothes hundreds of times, he had talked to her at length. Naturally, he told himself, he had thought of her body. Why not? Now, secretly, he had a chance to see it. He could see it and compare it with Janet's.
Judging from what he could see, Sybil was hard pressed. She was leaning forward now, her knees still hooked over the seats in front of her, and she was taking off the flimsy brassiere. The clasp gave and, with a jerk, her breasts leaped free. He could see that they were bigger than Janet's and heavy in a soft, rolling syrupy way. Yet they were firm. They were softly firm and audaciously displayed as she lolled back in her seat, her eyes closed, her back arched, thrusting her naked breasts out as Lewis really leaned over them. Now his mouth clamped over a nipple and Keith could see Sybil's mouth open in wanton surrender. Although he couldn't hear them, he knew she must be moaning with delight. Slowly, her head thrashed back and forth, her wild red hair half-covering her face.
What if some late arrival should come into the balcony and discover them? What if someone should come up and see her almost naked with Lewis sucking on her nipples? What if she moaned too loud and some of the people sitting down in front of them should turn and see the lewd sexual display?
Keith's tension and excitement were mounting by the second. He had to do something, but he couldn't think of what it should be.
Sybil was sprawled out now, arching her back even more to allow Lewis to ravage her jiggling breasts. Her hands were stroking his hair as her eyes were shut and her lips were working softly as if she were murmuring something to him. As Keith watched, her hands trailed down over her supple, white, undulating stomach and her thumbs hooked themselves into the elastic waistband of her flimsy white panties.
She was peeling them down!
Keith watched, his mouth open as she squirmed slowly and lewdly, pulling the panties down around her hips, exposing her softly curling pubic hair. A final little wanton wiggle, and she was free of them, and they were down around her thighs.
Lewis paused, looking down. Keith was looking, too. There was her cunt with the hot velvety lips spread and swollen in lewd arousal. There it was. He could see it quite plainly. She was slipping one leg out of the panties and left them hanging limply and lewdly on her other thighs. She seemed all the more naked and lewd as she obscenely sprawled with the now useless panties hanging on one thigh and her orange dress bunched obscenely up around her waist.
Her legs freed from the flimsy confines of the panties, she spread her legs even wider, slumping down in her seat and hooking her knees over the backs of the theatre seats in front of her. In all his life, Keith had never seen anything so lewdly daring. She was a slut, slumped in her chair. Her hands were sliding down to her crotch, her fingers were playing teasingly in her pubic hair that covered her rounded and prominent mound of Venus. And her cuntal lips puckered out with a hotly lewd desire. The tips of her fingers touched her lubricated clitoris and Keith watched as she slowly writhed like a belly dancer nearing an orgasm. Her fingers were lining up along the swollen hair-lined edges of her vaginal lips. Her eyes closed, her cherry red tongue licking her lips so that they gleamed wetly, she pulled the lips apart and flexed her rubbery buttocks, shoving her open, gaping cunt up into the air so that Keith could see it. It was scarlet in the dim light and glistened obscenely with a passionate moisture. She was rolling her buttocks under and hooking her knees hard over the seats as she thrust her cunt trembling and temptingly upward, toward her husband's face.
Grinning lewdly, Lewis was leaning over her cunt. With a start, Keith realized he was going to lick it! He was going to suck her cunt right in front of him, right in front of anyone who wanted to watch!
Despite his fear of their discovery, he found his own cock was rock-hard in his pants. He bent slightly and, with one hand, adjusted his penis so that it stood rigidly against his stomach and felt burning hot and harder than he could remember it feeling in years. He was hot and wild with sex. It was everywhere!
He could barely keep his hands away from his cock. He wanted to take it out and stroke it while he watched the lewdly developing scene below.
Lewis had one of her legs behind his neck now and was burying his face up between Sybil's open thighs now and Sybil let her head fall back and her mouth open as she felt the burning lashes of his tongue on her hotly throbbing cunt. Her whole body undulated and writhed slowly as she gritted her teeth in lewd excitement and let her hips grind hotly up into her husband's face. Lewis had his hands around her and he was cupping her nakedly inviting buttocks in his hands, cupping them and lifting her groin higher so he could get better access to her open pussy.
Keith felt a hotly sticky cum beginning to churn deep in his groin as he watched. Damn, it was crazy, but it was exciting!
Sybil lowered her head to watch her husband's face down between her thighs, then, on an impulse, she lewdly cupped one of her hugely rounded breasts and her fingers played with the desire-laden nipple, pinching and fondling it into greater excitement as she looked down at it with hooded eyes. She was slumped deeply into her seat and it would be difficult for anyone to see her now unless they came right up to the row or were looking down from overhead as Keith was doing. Her breasts were bunched right in front of her face and she had both hands cupping them now as she caressed herself into a wantonly wild state of sexual arousal.
Keith found himself sweating and panting with light, quick, breaths and his penis was throbbing with an achingly tempting desire. His trembling fingers slowly unzipped his fly as he watched. A groan of purely lewd and hot desire broke from his tensed lips as he watched Sybil. Slowly, lewdly, with a lascivious recklessness, she opened her mouth. Her lips puckered wetly and her glistening scarlet tongue flicked out and licked over one of her tensely poised nipples. Again and again the tongue lashed out as she craned her head and pulled the huge breasts up with her hands. Her loins lewdly churning up into her husband's face, her hips obscenely and slowly pumping, she seized one breast with both hands and put the nipple into the wetly hot confines of her velvety mouth.
Her eyes were shut and the expression of her face was one of pure depravity as she lovingly sucked on one nipple at a time and wantonly increased her sensuality.
Keith whipped his cock out and held it in his hand. His whole body was trembling with desire as he looked down and saw the thickly purple head mushroom out of his foreskin. In all his life, he had never had such a hard and swelling hard-on. He wanted to charge out of the booth and up to the balcony where he would fuck his hot blooded little cunt crazy. He wanted to fuck any woman he could find. Gone was all his fear of discovery as he gritted his teeth and slowly, viciously, began to stroke his cock as he looked down at the wildly obscene show taking place in the darkened balcony beneath his gaze....
* * *
Lewis Anderson gasped for air and sat straight up in his seat, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Sybil's cunt was hot and creamy and he looked down at her as she sucked on her nipple, her eyes scanning the audience. She was hotter than a five dollar pistol, a Saturday night special. His leering gaze looked down at her slowly grinding young cunt.
Her hips were still lewdly pumping up and down. Her firm white thighs were still spread wide and he saw the desire-swollen, lips of her cuntal slit. Even in the dark, he could see the thinly glistening split of her naked vagina. With all her might, she was contacting and expanding her vaginal muscles and her wetly gleaming cuntal slit was doing a slowly lewd enticing dance as he watched. Her tiny clitoris was moist and budding. And, as she stretched her loins and jutted her pubic mound upward, her clitoris fairly begged for more lashings from his tongue. He had stuck his tongue as far up her hotly palpitating cunt as it would go. He had licked and let the hotly flicking tip of slide wetly back and forth over the length of her moistly reaching cunt. He had licked her until he felt her buttocks tightening in his hands. He had lashed at her until he felt her whole body stiffening and rising to meet her rapidly approaching orgasm. Then he had quit.
He had pulled away and watched her writhe and twist as her hotly quivering body beseeched him silently for more. She was beyond stopping now and she wanted to cum. In a little while, he would bring her to a gigantic orgasm. Her body would be pounding with her own cum. She would twist and moan as he brought her around right here, in the balcony.
Swiftly, he looked around. So far, they hadn't been seen. If anyone knew about them, they weren't pretending. Good, that was the way he wanted it. He looked at his wife writhing nakedly in the seat next to him. He had been right. He knew. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that once they got started, they would go all the way. And she liked it.
liked it? She loved it!
He looked down at her obscenely pumping hips, at her nakedness with just the flimsy panties jiggling and sliding up and down one tensely naked thigh. Her dress was a bunched mess around her waist. What she wore hid nothing and only lewdly called attention to her wantonly displayed nakedness.
He grinned around the balcony, his grin a wolf-like thing. Let someone find them. What would they do? Nothing he didn't feel he could handle. He peered around in the dark. Where the hell was Keith? Where in hell was that dish-mop theatre manager?
Himself sexually excited, he fairly snorted out loud as he imagined Keith stalking up the aisle with his little flashlight. Usually, he ordered men to put their feet down with a snap of his fingers and stabbing beam of his flashlight in their faces. He could just see him coming up and shining the flashlight on Sybil! Ha!
Yet Keith was no where in sight. Lewis even looked up at the projection booth and saw nothing but the dark window. He wondered if the projectionist ... whoever he was ... had looked out and seen them. So much the better if he had! It was all part of the sex adventure.
The sex adventure of the century!
It had gone even better than they anticipated. All kinds of kinky things became exciting. Once, after he had made Sybil stand naked in front of the window, he had been leaving for work in the morning. Out of the corner of his eye, he had caught a flash ... a glint of sunlight ... across the way. Something had reflected sunlight into his eyes. He had gotten into his car and driven off, coming back down the block from the opposite direction and parking.
As a welder, he had excellent vision and he soon saw an old man peering from his window with a pair of black binoculars. The old man was watching their house. He had grinned at the old man sitting up there like a Goddamned Nazi tank commander, peering through his binoculars while he licked his lips in lewd anticipation of what he was to see. When he got home that night and told Sybil, the news had an electrifying effect of her.
She had stood by the window with her long red hair wild and gypsy-like and done a slow, teasingly torrid strip-tease, knowing that the old man was watching. The idea of someone watching her made her hotter than ever before and she had ended the strip tease by standing facing the window, stark naked, worse than naked, for she was wearing high-heeled black boots ... and stood with her legs planted far apart and her hands on her hips. With an insolently lewd look, she had bent over until her finger-tips were touching her toes. Then, slowly, provocatively, while the old man watched, she stood up, those wanton fingers of hers trailing up over the boots, over her knees and on up along the silken insides of her firm and youthful thighs. The fingers went up, on up, as Crazy Riley watched and saw them meet right over her cunt. With a lewd kind of slowness, she jutted her hips forward and slowly spread the thin, curl-lined lips of her cunt, allowing him to see the cherry-red interior of her hotly moist vaginal walls.
The sex following her strip tease had been obscene and wild.
Now they were in the theatre in still another step along the path of depravity. It seemed to Lewis that their sex adventure was like a snowball rolling down hill. Once past a certain point, there was no stopping it. It was an avalanche!
Sybil, next to him, naked, writhing, undulating, her face a feverish mask of carnality and lewd desire, was swinging her legs free and kneeling on the floor in front of her seat while her fingers clawed at his zipper. She had his huge cock out in no time flat. There was no denying that the two of them were on fire with an unholy desire. Never before, in either of their lives, had sex been so torridly fascinating. Never before had their hotly building cum seem to roil and churn and twist their bodies and minds about with it. Their cum was like some kind of unholy fire that left them breathless and gasping for air as a numbing sweetness crept over their bodies.
At first, Sybil had shown some resistance to going to a theatre, to stripping and fucking in public. Yet, the more he talked about it, the more she became intrigued. That, and a generous helping of marijuana, had lowered her morality to the point where she was ready and willing to do anything. He knew he dominated her and it was fairly easy to convince her.
"Just think," he had whispered in her ear, "of the men sitting up in the balcony watching you strip naked and suck my cock. Just think about it."
And think she had. They had gone to a porno-film first, thinking the sight of other couples fucking would be perfect to put them in the mood. And it was, only the theatre was crowded. There wasn't a vacant seat in the house. Keith's theatre had offered itself.
"What the hell," Lewis had said, "Hardly anyone goes there. We could fuck up in the balcony."
Fuck, suck cock, cunt. These words were like burning brands tossed on a gasoline soaked building as they seared through her mind. She liked Lewis talking to her in such crude and direct terms. It excited her.
The marijuana was a refinement thought of by Lewis. Several of the more wild workers smoked it. Although none of them would smoke when aloft, several smoked at the end of the day. A friend of Lewis filled him in. "At night I turn my old lady on, and then she'll fuck anything, including the dog."
Lewis tried it and found his friend's sayings were true. It was no wonder to him why they made it illegal. Sybil smoked it and then tried to deny it had any effect on her. Within a matter of minutes she was fucking like a whore on the rug and mumbling hotly about having someone come in and take pictures of them.
Lewis had brought up the idea of others involved in their sex adventure earlh. Sybil was now all for it even though she didn't know whom he had in mind.
Lewis had wanted to fuck her best friend, Janet, a voluptuously stacked brunette. He was waiting for what was the right moment. One reason for picking Keith's theatre to have a sex adventure in was to gradually involve Keith and eventually, Janet.
Lewis had wanted to fuck Janet for a long time and he dreamed and planned for the day when she would be sucking his cock while her husband and his own wife watched.
Now, Sybil, her eyes glassy with drugs and sex, had his cock tightly in her hand. Swiftly, he looked around the balcony. No one had seen them yet. He settled back in his seat and half closed his eyes, eager to have a blow job.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sybil was on her knees between the seats, hovering over her husband's turgidly thick cock. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his hardness that reached yearningly up toward the dark theatre ceiling and the column of light that shot out like a beacon from the projection booth. She was so close, he could feel the hot air from her breath blowing close against it. Lewis swallowed deeply as his wife stroked his hardness first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time.
He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the throbbing sensitive head of his cock. He moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He looked down to watch her contorted face in the flickering light from the musical movie being shown on the screen. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his penis buried tightly up between her hungrily sucking lips.
"Just suck it, baby," he hissed down to her. He saw her face tilted slightly so he got a half-profile look at her as his hardening shaft began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until he was sinking the full length of his cock all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding out from between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized, as the flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his prick as she sucked hungrily, her drugged mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her breasts jerked and danced as her head bobbed up and down, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to his eyes.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, letting his head fall back until he was looking up at the cone of light shooting out of the projection booth and the darkened booth itself. He closed his eyes and for a moment pretended it was his wife's voluptuous sucking so lewdly on his cock. God damn, he would like to have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that while little pure-ass belly of hers until she burst.
"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved below, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her skin.
He tensed suddenly as a late arriving couple came up into the balcony and fumbled and felt their way along in the dark and sat down near them! The sex adventure was getting wilder! A lewdly wild elation swept through him! He felt like pissing as he felt the pressure growing in his balls. He knew it would not be long now. His cock felt like it was beginning to be filled with lead and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that, when it went, would spew its insides for miles around in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this sweet torture that was building ... building ... building until all at once he felt the white hot sperm begin deep in his balls and race steam-like the full length of his rhythmically plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though tortured by fire. In front of them, five rows away, the couple found their way into their seats.
His cock began a sudden wildly staccato jerking that flooded without warning his wife's wildly sucking mouth with gust after gust of the white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his excitedly thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped, whispering, as his hands tangled tighter in her magnificently flailing hair, and he convulsively rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his hotly spewing semen deep, deep, deep down into her hungrily swallowing mouth.
With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his sperm into her lips but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the excitedly spurting tip.
Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Lewis's groan had been heard throughout the balcony and heads turned to see what was the matter. All they could see was his silhouette slumped heavily down in the chair. Sybil was crouched down and was on the floor, visible only to Keith above, in the projectionist's booth.
At the same moment that Lewis had cum in his wife's mouth, Keith lurched against the wall as his hardened cock spurted long thin jets of hot white cum hard up against the projector. He reeled and felt his legs tremble in heavily jerking spasms as his orgasm jerked out its final satiating end. Then, he held his penis tightly, squeezing it, his eyes shut, as he continued to spurt for a moment longer. No matter what, he told himself, he had to fuck his wife's friend. She was too wildly provocative, too lewdly desirable not to fuck!
Getting Sybil back into her clothes caused more attention than all their other activity. Lewis's groan of lewd satisfaction had caused heads to turn and some of the more adventurous men in the balcony decided to find out what was going on. A man came up and sat across from them just as Sybil was struggling her voluptuous young figure back into her bright orange dress. The man lit a cigarette and leered at Lewis, winking broadly.
"Gettin' some?" he asked in a bawdy whisper.
Lewis, satiated, got slowly to his feet, guiding his wife. He looked down at the man and grinned, showing his even white teeth. "Eat your fat heart out," he whispered and then laughed.
Keith, up in the booth, almost missed the projection switch-over. He got the cans loaded and the film threaded through the sprockets just in time. Hastily, he wiped his cum off the machine where he had shot it as he watched Sybil suck off Lewis. Janet never did anything like that. He couldn't help thinking the thought. Despite his upbringing, despite his being a sexual prude, he'd love, just once, only once, to have Janet do that to him. He would love to stretch out naked on the bed and look down and see his beautiful young wife with that wantonly lovely body of hers and those wetly red lips sucking on his cock. The thought sent a dark thrill coursing through him.
Down in the lobby, Keith looked anxiously around to see if everything was still okay. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for out at the cashiers. Tim O'Malley the young cop on the beat, was leaning against the cashier's booth and talking to Dottie. At the sight of Tim, all of Keith's puritanical feelings and fears came flooding back. Supposing, just suppose Tim had come up to the projection booth to find him as he sometimes did? Supposing Tim looked him up to go have coffee as they often did? What would have happened if Tim had seen that show in the last row? All kinds of questions could come up.
Instead of going out and talking to Tim, Keith spun on his heel and walked back into the theatre just in time to see Lewis and Sybil coming down from the balcony. Keith found himself shaking with a cold fury. On a lark, because of some perverted desire, Sybil and Lewis had endangered him, had put his job in jeopardy! A sudden rage consumed him as he looked at Lewis's relaxed, smug face.
God damn him!
And Sybil, Sybil was too much to look at. There was still something sexual about her, something lewd and suggestive in her smiling glance and flushed face. He glanced at her and couldn't believe his eyes. She seemed even more attractive than usual and she was smiling and laughing! A girl does things like that and then she smiles and laughs! Acts like a whore then behaves like a debutante!
His voice was shaking as he walked up to them. He had to clench his fists until the knuckles were white in order to control himself.
"Hey! There he is! Keith, baby!"
Being called "Keith baby" by Lewis was reason enough to hate Lewis's guts. Now, he had much more to hate him for.
"How goes it, Keith, baby?"
"I want you out of here."
His voice was low and shaking and he enunciated the words carefully. Keith frowned at him, swaggering in front of him, hitching up his belt and winking at Sybil.
"What's eating old Keith, here? Huh? What's snapping at your ass, huh? Que paso, Pancho?"
Sybil giggled, and it was more than Keith could take, being laughed at. "I want both of you out of here, and I don't want you coming here again. If I see you here again I'll take action."
His voice was still shaking and the seriousness of his tone made Sybil pause. "Keith, what's the matter?"
He took a deep breath. He blinked and hesitated a moment before going on, risking everything. "I saw you."
His words didn't have the right effect or at least the effect he thought they would have. Lewis grinned. "No kiddin? You saw us?" He motioned with his hand. "You saw us up in the balcony?"
Keith stared at them with open-mouthed amazement. Neither of them seemed the least bit guilty or worried about having been seen. His fury grew to the point where he wanted to smash Lewis in the face. He pointed toward the lobby. "Get out."
"Now, wait a minute, Keith baby."
"You call me that again, I'm going to smash your face in."
Still relaxed, not really taking the whole thing seriously, Lewis gave a laugh. "I'd like to see you try."
Sybil was sensing Keith's rage more than Lewis. "Honey, take it easy."
Keith's voice was so low and shaking that they could barely hear him. "I swear to God, if you ever come back here again, I'll call the police."
It was a moment of silence with the two men eyeing one another, taking the other's measure. Lewis broke the tableau first. "Okay," he said, taking Sybil by the hand and leaving. "Okay, but you're going to live to regret this, Keith baby."
* * *
For days after the incident, Lewis was silent, seething, trying to control himself. What got his gall more than anything else was the hypocrasy of that little Dastard, Keith. He snorted with disgust when he remembered the way the son-of-a-bitch looked at Sybil when he said, "I saw you." He was condemning her yet he wanted to fuck her right on the spot.
He had watched them and then told them off. He had watched somewhere, somehow ... probably from the projection booth ... and he had gotten his jollies then he had met them and been holy and better than them. He had been superior and, while he was enraged by what they did, he wasn't mad about his own watching. That had been all right.
The smug, righteous, hypocritical bastard! He had it coming!
Thus it was that Lewis sat down with Sybil to plan revenge on Keith. He had it coming! Lewis was cold-blooded, calculating, thinking with the cold impersonality of a computer. He was a welder and largely uneducated ... but that didn't mean he wasn't smart. He knew, intuitively, just what to do in order to get revenge, in order to hurt Keith, in order to teach him a lesson, he knew instinctively his weak spot.
His sweet little wife, Janet!
Janet was the one to concentrate on. When he sat down and thought of what he wanted to do with Janet in order to get revenge, his lips twisted in a cruel smile. He was going to fix Keith ... Keith baby ... good. He made his plans carefully, figuring out what he needed. One of the things he needed was a conspirator: Sybil. He dragged Sybil into his plan and she agreed.
It wasn't that she was the vengeful type nor did she feel "put down" by Keith. She was sorry that the whole thing happened and that he felt the way he obviously did. She agreed because she was used to and liked being dominated by big powerful Lewis and besides, seducing her friend was another part of the sex adventure.
The whole idea had changed her life. She lived now with a passion and a drive. She got through each day with the eager expectation of adventure and thrills at night! It got so she could find herself getting restless and sexually excited as the evening drew close. like an alcoholic smelling that first afternoon cocktail, she would find her vagina taking on a warm slippery moisture that would moisten the tight band of her bikini panties. An itch, deep in her lascivious expectant loins, would begin. By the time Lewis got home, she would find herself sexually excited and smutty. She would greet her husband by putting her arms around his neck and letting her body literally melt into his while her long, firmly curved thighs rubbed against his. If she was hot enough, she would take her panties off before he came home and run to him barefooted, naked under her miniskirt, and grind her impatiently waiting pussy against his hardening cock under his pants.
She lived for Lewis's domination and sex adventures. A feeling of helplessness gave her a strange kind of pleasure that grew ... at times ... into a searingly sweet pain that she loved. She wanted Lewis to do all kinds of things to her and the more lewd and daring they were ... the better.
So she entered into the obscene plan to help seduce her own younger friend. She was going to get her friend here and get her into such a state that Lewis could fuck her any way he wanted to.
Fuck! The word sent shivers down her spine. Fuck! The mental image of her own husband fucking the brunette voluptuous Janet excited her in a darkly tempting way. She wondered if she would feel jealous or excited.
She paused to think of it and realized it would excite her as much as anything. So long as Lewis had her around, so long as he allowed her to participate, she was happy. She would let all kinds of men fuck her in front of him if he said so. And he would watch her with their cocks cumming all over her and she would watch him. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure, the only thing that counted was the thrill. Increasingly, the only thing that mattered or made any sense was the thrill.
And, in that realization, Sybil was bothered. Deeply, darkly, there was no end to the things they could do together while on a sex adventure. Truly, there was no turning back. Old sex and old ways of having sex were no longer relevant. Darkly, forbiddingly, there was no turning back. She knew that they could go on from one thing to another with no holds barred, that Lewis, with his personality and drive, could steer them toward a sexual destruction. Already, they had taken great dares. Already, they had taken chances. What was next? What was to stop them from any kind of sex adventure Lewis chose. Nothing!
And in knowing that, in surrounding to that wild fact, Sybil found a new freedom and promiscuity and excitement. Each time her cum welled up, it was like the last wantonly wild time. It was so sweet and searing that she felt she was becoming truly depraved.
Thus it was that she agreed to help seduce her own younger friend. "One thing," she said to Lewis. "Keith might have told her what he knows about us."
"So?"
"If he had, it will be tough to get her here alone."
Lewis yawned and stretched. "Honey, he didn't tell her because he couldn't. Can you picture Keith baby going home and telling sweet little Janet that her own friend was stripped down naked and sucking cock in his theatre balcony.
She had to laugh. "No."
"Don't worry. He doesn't have the nerve to tell her. Besides, he's feeling guilty about the way he looked at you. He sure wanted to fuck you."
Sybil stuck out one smoothly curved hip, smiling coyly through her long lashes. "Maybe some day he will."
"You want him? Okay, you can have him, but when I say so."
"Mmmmmmmmm." She moved close to him, her hand fumbling with the zipper on his pants, her breath hot on his neck. "You're so good to me."
And so it was that the Anderson's made an unholy pact to enlarge their sex adventure to include other people. Both of them knew that they were in for thrills and anxieties but neither but neither of them realized just how far they would go.
First, Lewis had to get a movie. Finally, through his working friends, he came up with a porno movie that he thought would do. He brought it home and showed it to his wife. It was a color movie with no plot, just a movie about a man, naked, fucking two women at the same time. The movie had made Sybil so horny that she had gotten up and done a striptease in front of the window that knocked Crazy Riley's eyes out across the way and damn near brought on a heart attack on the old man as she languidly swayed her naked buttocks in front of the window. She danced in place, her hands lifted above her head like a flamenco dancer while she slowly, wantonly, obscenely swayed her buttocks back and forth then slowly wiggled each firmly dimpled cheek lasciviously.
The trap was baited and set. Lewis had been completely right about Keith. He hadn't told Janet a thing. Sybil happened by for coffee one day and it only took a few seconds for her to see that Janet didn't know a thing. Silently, she thought: Lewis was right. He is right about so much.
She hadn't seen or talked to her young friend since they had started the sex adventure. Janet cocked one eyebrow as she took in her figure in a female-quizzical way. "You look different.
"Oh? How so?"
Janet wrinkled her pretty nose. "I don't know. I was going to say you look tan and healthy, but it's not just that. It's something about you, the look in your eye. You just look great, that's all."
"Thanks." She ran one hand through her thick mane of copperish hair that caught the afternoon sun coming in the window and glinted. "I'm feeling great." She grinned at her friend, her eyes almost giving her away. She was thinking that Lewis was right. She had become so much more attractive since they had started the sex adventure.
Janet sensed her friend contained some thrilling secret, some short-cut or way to get to her instant of blooming beauty. Was she on some new diet? Going to some beauty-school? To a gym? Yoga? Lewis. Did her appearance have something to do with Lewis? All Sybil would do was grin and shake her head, laughing. She was exuding healthy sexuality and her friend wasn't recognizing it as such. She was staring the process of delivering her best friend's body to Lewis, her husband, and it was a deliciously wicked thing to do and she was feeling immoral and excited by the whole idea.
"By the way, Keith has a birthday coming up, doesn't he?"
"Yes. In a little less than a month. Why?"
Sybil smiled. Lewis and myself. Lewis and me. Me and Lewis decided maybe we'll give him a surprise birthday party."
Janet tilted her head and a smile slowly spread across her face. "Hey, that isn't a bad idea."
"It's something we should kick around before making up our minds. It's just something we talked about, me and Lewis. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night? Isn't Keith working long hours on Saturday night?"
"Yes, he is."
"Good, come over tomorrow night for dinner and we'll kick the idea around."
Janet seemed delighted with the idea. "Sounds great."
Sybil's voice was light and easy as she said," Only ... don't tell him where you're going because, if there is going to be a party, we don't want him getting suspicious."
Janet gave her friend a conspiratorial wink and then wrinkled her sunburned nose in a cute way she had. She was the exact opposite of her friend, where Sybil was red-headed and tempestuous, Janet was sunny and brunette. Both girls were stacked alike with the edge in vuluptuousness going to Sybil.
"Come over any time after Keith goes to work and we'll have cocktails and dinner and yak a lot."
Janet was all thrills as she talked. "It would be fun to try and do one. I mean, a real surprise party."
Sybil looked at her friend a moment before throwing back her head and laughing. Janet had never heard her laugh that way before. It was a dark and throaty laugh that sounded free and easy.
Saturday night, Janet was ringing the doorbell to her friend's house, smartly dressed, smiling, eager, not having the slightest idea of what, in reality, lay ahead for her.
Sybil Anderson had always liked sex and been curious about it. It was natural to her to have a sex adventure. She found herself sexually stirred in such a massively profound way that she knew she would never be satisfied with what had passed for normal sex in the past.
She found herself excited to the point where her pulse hammered in her wrists as she submitted to her husband's will, her heart thundered in her brain as she was exhibitionistic at his command. She would do anything he wanted: she would fuck other men and suck other men and suck their cocks if he ordered her to....
She would betray her best friend!
Janet was sitting in the living room, balancing her second drink as she crossed her beautifully firm legs, flashing some softly rounded thigh as she did so. She could tell even from the dark color of the drink that it was strong. She sipped at it, her lips pursing in an unconsciously sultry way. She smacked her lips, wrinkled her cute nose and looked at Lewis.
"Wow, nothing like a little ice with my whiskey."
"Too strong?" Lewis asked with an innocent grin.
"Strong? This drink could lift the glass all by itself." She smoothed her skirt down and looked at Sybil, not liking the way Lewis looked at her.
There was a puritan streak in Janet and both Lewis and Sybil knew it. They had to get her a little drunk before they could proceed. They had to get her in the mood where she would ... or could ... be talked into smoking some marijuana. Once at that point, it would be easy to get her to look at a dirty movie. Once she had seen the movie ... anything could happen.
There was a very deep puritan streak in Janet that was reflected by her dark brunette good looks. Her profile was elegant and cool and aloof. In fact, she related to most people with a slightly condescending politeness. It was never anything you could put your hands on, never anything you could pinpoint, but Janet could annoy people. She never said she was better than anyone else and she didn't exactly act like it either. It was something that was vague and annoying about her. It was in her smile and attitude and the way she tossed her head and her short brown hair would glint in the sunlight.
Lewis hated her because he felt she was a phony. Looking at her, his male ego told him she was a hot number. She was hot as hell and didn't want to face it. She galled Lewis and made him think of her whenever he and Sybil were on a sex adventure. Whenever he thought of Janet when he was fucking Sybil, whenever he imagined Janet naked with that hotly gaping little pussy showing wet and ready up between her thighs, his cock would swell and soar with lascivious delight and desire.
His prick was swelling now in his pants as he looked at her sitting across the room from him, at her slim waist and her melon-like breasts. He could see a firmly full cleavage and liked the way her breasts squeezed together. He raised his glass, "Bottom's up."
Janet smiled politely and raised her glass, ignoring the crude suggestion in his statement and glance. She drank and smiled at her friend sitting next to her on the sofa.
They talked of Keith and what kind of party they should have and where. Always, Lewis made suggestions that were crude and gaping. He would leer suggestively at Janet and say, "What we ought to get him is a high-priced hooker for one night." Janet made a point of ignoring his remarks and she would look the other way whenever he would come over to the couch to kiss his wife. In fact, the evening was taking a different tone than she expected. Lewis was paying an awful lot of attention to Sybil and fondling her rather freely. Sybil was only too willing to respond right there on the sofa. Janet snapped her head away as she saw Lewis lean over Sybil and kiss her full and wetly on her open mouth while his hand wedged itself between her knees and worked its way up. Sybil couldn't look as she heard her friend breathing next to her. The room was silent as Lewis slid his hand up the silken insides of her thighs. She tried to control the shiver of delight she felt knowing that she had no panties on, knowing that he might possibly fondle her cunt.
Janet tried not to look as she heard a muffled moan of delight come from her friend. A quick look shot a bolt of embarrassment and excitement through her groin. He was fondling her and she ... Sybil ... her best friend ... was letting him!
In a panic, she got to her feet and stumbled over the coffee table, spilling her drink. "Oh, God, I'm sorry."
The rattling ice cubes and her own voice shattered the unearthly silence in the house. Lewis was up and picking up the glass and ice.
"No harm done. Let me get you a fresh one."
Sybil got up, smoothing her dress and her hair. "I'm going to put some music on."
Janet accepted the drink without looking at Lewis. Her face was still flushed with the lewdly wanton sight of his hand going up toward her friend's groin under her flimsy dress. And her moan: she couldn't get the sound of Sybil's moan out of her mind. It was a moan of surrender. But to what? To Lewis ... or to pleasure?
CHAPTER FIVE
Low, soft, sensuous guitar music filled the room. Sybil, over by the stereo, flicked off a lamp. The room became a little more intimate. Gratefully, she took a drink and realized she had bolted down raw whiskey. She waited against the reaction that was sure to come, the burning throat, that expansive warming of her stomach, that numbing attack on the brain. She tried not to choke or gag and her eyes watered as she put the drink down and fumbled with her purse, looking for a cigarette.
Lewis was suddenly in front of her, insolent, masculine, defiant. He flicked a thumb and a match hissed to life in his hand. She leaned forward, almost losing her balance and holding on to his hand for support. He lit her cigarette and slowly took his hand away. Instead of sitting down, he stood with his hands on his hips in front of her, forcing her to look at him.
His face was strong and his eyes were full of irony and challenge as he said, "You oughts let me give you something better than that to smoke."
"Lewis!" Sybil called from the little bar they had in one corner of the room.
"Aw, never mind," he said, looking at Janet with a barely concealed disgust. "I forgot I was talking to little Miss Tight-ass..."
Janet sat stung by the remarks that came to her through an alcoholic curtain. Again, a budding resentment against Lewis came welling up. That and fear, a genuine fear. Lewis had meant something about smoking and Janet thought she could guess the rest. Marijuana, pot, grass. Her best friend had succumbed to it! Lewis had drugged her and that's why he could do what he did right next to her on the couch.
Something was in the air, something was almost buzzing in the room. Janet took another deep drink from her glass and emptied it. Lewis took the drink from her hand and walked to the bar. "Hell, we could have a good time. We could all get a little high and watch some movies."
"Lewis, please," Sybil smiled at her best friend.
Janet tried to follow what was going on and blinked. Two, two drinks and she was getting smashed. Lewis put another glass in her hand and she drank again. Lewis had said, "High." That confirmed it for her. She had read articles about grass and Keith said it was everywhere and how he suspected hippies of smoking it in the balcony of his theatre.
She looked up at her friend, not knowing what to think. She couldn't help being curious and yet, there remained such a nagging doubt. If it was so good, why was it illegal? Hastily, she drank from the glass that Lewis had given her without looking at its contents. She gasped for breath and made a face as she tasted the syrupy, licorice-sweet taste of a heavy fluid. "What," she gasped, turning to Lewis, "did you put in my drink?"
Again he was casual and almost flippant with her. "That? OH, I forgot to tell you. That's a little absinthe."
Janet had heard of absinthe and wasn't quite sure of what it was or how she had heard about it. Dimly, she didn't think it was good for her. "What kind of stuff is it?"
"It's a drink. A kind of liqueur. It's an after dinner drink. It kind of calms you down."
"It's very mild," Sybil interjected, moving next to her friend. "We drink it all the time."
, It seemed to Janet that they were urging her too much. She looked at the fluid that was a milky green in her glass and sipped at it. It did taste good. It had an oily warming feeling and a definite licorice taste. She liked licorice and the good feeling she was already beginning to feel. She sipped at the drink as conversation again died and the music ... low cool jazz ... seemed to dominate the room. Janet felt like hiding in her drink and she looked at the cubes in her glass as Sybil moved across the room as quiet and graceful as a panther and turned another lamp out.
The room was darker now with the music seeming a little louder. Sybil went over and sat on the arm of a chair, putting her arm around Lewis's broad shoulders. She crossed her legs and showed a lot of thigh and enough for Janet to see the shadow of her pubic triangle and realize she wasn't wearing any panties. She caught the flash of Sybil's tightly clenched and deeply creviced buttocks but just a glimpse of her softly curling pubic hair. She sat with one thigh exposed up to the hip bone with a naked swooping expanse of fleshy buttocks sticking temptingly out.
Janet thought of seeing her best friend sitting slumped on the couch with her legs spread obscenely apart with her husband's big hand pressed up between them and with her moaning wetly into his mouth.
She brushed some wisps of hair out of her eyes and wondered. What is going on here?
Something was in the room, in the atmosphere. There were long pauses in which they stared at her and she looked back at them and at her friend's brazen way she was showing her nudity with only an edge of her skirt draped over her almost nakedly exposed vagina. She crossed her legs so that her thighs were spread open and if she lifted or moved her skirt, her vagina would be clearly exposed to her gaze.
She stirred herself, blinking, and looking around, conscious, wondering how much time had gone past. Absently, she looked at her drink. Lewis was up and taking her glass and saying something she didn't hear. Sybil was up and moving around, arranging some kind of screen at a far end of the room.
The first thing she was conscious of was heat. It was awfully hot in the room and the lights were so low. They were sitting around the coffee table and it was filled with empty plates and glasses. Dimly, as if it all happened to someone else, she remembered eating and drinking while everybody talked and laughed a lot. She couldn't remember a single thing she had said or anything that had been said to her. Vaguely, her head fuzzy and confused, she remembered drinking glasses of absinthe.
Now they were sitting and she was drinking still more absinthe and Lewis was handing her a lighted cigarette. The dim light of the room showed cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air. She shook her brunette head from side to side. "No, thanks," she said, surprised how thick her own voice sounded, "I don't smoke."
"But you said you would," Sybil laughed in that throaty way she had.
"Would ... what?" she tried to act like she knew what her friend was talking about.
"Never mind," Lewis snapped, "I told you she was a stinking little prude."
The words stung Janet, making her sit up. She had her pride. Indignant, swaying slightly, she asked, "I said I would do what?"
"You said you would smoke a little grass with us."
"Forget it, honey," Lewis said, describing a perfect square with two fingers in the air.
Janet let herself glare at Lewis for a second before defiantly taking the lighted, crudely made cigarette from his hand and puffing on it.
Both of them applauded with Sybil saying, "Hooray," and Lewis laughing and shouting and telling her to, "Hold it in ... hold it in!"
It then seemed to Janet there was another lapse of time. It seemed to her like they did nothing but sit and listen to music for a long time. Then there was more to drink and more to smoke. Janet watched, her eyes heavy-lidded, as Sybil bent over toward her husband, exposing a marvelously firm cleavage and kissed her husband on the mouth. Before, Janet had snapped her head away from such scenes, allowing herself only a little glimpse. Now she watched with a brazen curiosity and an unholy stirring deep in her loins.
Reality seemed so very different now. The low, cool music that was playing seemed never-ending yet she didn't mind. The music suggested all sorts of sensual things to her, things she had never thought of before.
She became supersensitive to the air in the room. It was warm. It was warm and close and seemed to match the fever she felt in her own blood. She was definitely alive with feelings she had never felt before. Or, if she felt them at all, it was fleetingly, the same way she had previously looked at Lewis and Sybil when they kissed and caressed.
Now, that was all changed. She had a fever in the blood and that fever was pounding in her temples as she watched Lewis caress his wife's buttocks as they swayed back and forth. She could see them clearly outlined under her skirt as she walked across the room. Lewis suddenly turned his attention to a projector and had some difficulty threading the film through the sprockets.
"What's that?" she said, pointing.
"This? This is a new lawn mower."
Both girls giggled. It was so incongruous as he worked, squinting.
"It's a film. Kind of film Keith baby should run."
"What kind?" Janet was still innocently asking, not really thinking in the right term. "It's a smoker."
"A what."
"A stag film."
Drugged, slow, Janet was beginning to catch on. "What did you say?"
"A porny," Sybil said with a casual smile, her eyes shining too brightly. "A dirty movie, Janet."
Again there was silence in the room. Janet felt she should be indignant, but she couldn't summon up the energy. She knew, also, that she should be leaving, yet she didn't feel capable of doing so. Just the walk all the way out to the car seemed so complicated and far away. She could call Keith, but what could she say to him, what would she tell him? She slumped on the couch, trying to focus her eyes. She didn't want any more to smoke or drink. It was all a bad idea, and she was sorry about it. She tried to think, to concentrate and say the words, excuse herself, get up, leave, go home.
Yet, she couldn't move.
She didn't move as she tried to focus her eyes on the screen a slight, bemused smile on her lips. Lewis was saying something and suddenly the lights went out and she found herself in pitch darkness with a precious little sense of balance. She slumped even more on the couch. Way far away, she heard the small voice of her conscience telling her she was in trouble. She was drunk and drugged and she was about to see a dirty movie.
Someone giggled and she was amazed to discover it was her own voice. Her conscience seemed so far away and sounded so like a little girl complaining.
A cone of light stabbed the smoke-drenched air of the room, and Janet lay back, smug, feeling slightly lewd, admitting silently that she had always wanted to see one. Just one. She leaned back and said she would watch just this one and nothing else. Right after it was over, she would go home.
The screen was alive with writhing figures in natural color and Janet tried to focus and suddenly saw three naked adults on the screen! It was such a shock that she halfway sat up and a darkly lewd thrill ran through her with power enough to turn her flesh to goose-bumps. Never had she seen anything so obscenely wanton as the scene she was watching while the projector clicked rhythmically and sprockets whirled fast. Guitar music hung heavy and thick in the air as she looked at a bed with two women and one man lying on it. All three were naked and the man was lying between a voluptuous redhead and an equally enticing blonde.
The man was handsome and muscular and when Janet's drugged gaze zeroed in on his penis, her mouth hung open with amazement. It was huge!
It was the biggest penis Janet had ever seen. It stood rigidly and obscenely erect and was a good eight inches in length and its turgid, mushroom-shaped head was a good two inches or more in thickness. Both women were grasping for it with their hands as the man's hands fondled their lasciviously twisting bodies. Both women were obviously excited and aroused with their nipples being hard and pointed and their cunts being thinly glistening little slits that writhed teasingly about on the screen.
Janet was stunned. Never had she even dreamed of something so wanton and lubricious. She felt a hot itching deep in her loins, and licked her fevered lips as she watched the intensely lewd action on the screen. The luridly voluptuous redhead was naked except for a pair of black leather boots she was wearing. The blonde, with her breasts rubbing against the man's side, was worse than naked: she was wearing a pair of black panties that were practically G-strings. The black cloth was taut and bit into her buttocks in a lewd whore-like manner. Her firmly defiant buttocks swelled out in puffy rolling cheeks as the cloth bit deeper into the fleshy crevice. The panties only served to accentuate her lewdness when it was seen that the crotch had been cut out and only called attention to her obscenely framed vagina. The cloth all around her vaginal lips seemed to cut into the tender youthful flesh and expose the slit of her cunt.
Both women wore wildly wanton smiles as they stroked the naked man's cock then slowly, by silent agreement, they began to lick his chest and shoulders with their hotly wet-looking tongues.
Janet watched in speechless astonishment and growing excitement as the two women licked down over his neck and shoulders. She watched, mesmerized, breathing heavily, as they licked and lasciviously sucked the nipples of his chest. The man on the screen closed his eyes and groaned with lewd delight as his cock swelled even bigger.
Janet watched as the two tongues licked over his heaving stomach and paused to lick his belly button before going on down ... greedy now ... as they neared his heavily throbbing cock.
Janet felt as if all her breath had left her body as she saw the hand of the blonde girl encircle the thickly pulsating shaft and squeeze it lovingly. Then, as she looked, her eyes half closed, a moan of desire and enflamed lust growing in her throat, she saw the blonde girl lift the huge cock and bend it toward the mouth of the grinning redhead. As
Janet watched in a drug-dimmed stupor, the red head put her orange colored lips over the head of the cock. The thickly purple mushroom head was so big she had to open her mouth wide to put her lips around it and suck it up inside. Janet watched hazed beyond belief at this perverted oral act while the blonde girl held the cock in place for the redhead.
She watched as they took lustful turns at sucking on the hugely throbbing cudgel as the camera moved in for a close-up and she could see the glistening shaft looming on the screen and their avidly working mouths and lips licking and sucking his desire-hardened flesh.
Janet found her whole body throbbing with desire in a single beat. She jerked her head away from the lewd writhing scene on the wall to look for Sybil and Lewis. She couldn't see too well in the dark. Lewis was sitting in an overstuffed chair with Sybil on his lap. She could see Sybil's long naked legs in the dim smoke-hazed light of the buzzing projector. She couldn't tell if she had clothes on or not, for her torso and face were in a shadow.
Then, Janet found herself panting with a hot longing as her eyes swung back to the screen as if they were hypnotized by a power that was overwhelming.
The blonde and the redhead were kneeling now on either side of the man with the huge cock. Both of them were holding it now. They almost fought with one another as their fingers stroked up and down, slipping and sliding over the glistening, saliva-covered rod. They took turns sucking the thundering prick, their heads bobbing up and down wetly as their lips slid and slipped in the wetness. They sucked deep and hard, leaning over his crotch with their breasts jiggling and dancing as their heads bobbed up and down. Soon the man was grimacing and his hips began a lewd pumping all of their own. His hands fought for their heads. His hands tangled in their hair, his finger taking hold and forcing their heads down while his monstrous prick hammered upward.
Janet watched, slumping, unconsciously opening her legs a little and feeling a sudden rush of cold air against the crotch band of her panties. With a low, lewd thrill, she could feel that the tightly covering vaginal band of her panties were moist with her desire. She relaxed her knees, letting them fall a little wider apart as she slumped lower on the couch and watched the screen through heavy-lidded eyes.
The redhead was sucking the prick with all her might with the blonde withdrawing from the action and lying down, but still watching through heavily lidded eyes. The camera close-up on the blonde's face and her eyes. Her eyes were full of lust and wild desire and the camera pulled back to show that she was no longer looking at the huge prick, but at the writhing, bucking, sweating body of the redhead as she sucked away at the thick cock with all her might.
Janet put a hand to her head and half hid her eyes as she watched the blonde girl crawl near and begin to fondle the redhead's breasts! She pinched the nipples and cupped the breasts in her hands. Lewdly, lasciviously, the redhead turned her torso to allow the blonde freer play. The blonde responded by dipping her head and sucking hard on one nipple. The redhead's face was contorted in rapture and the cock slid wetly from her mouth as she slowly fell over backward with the blonde on top of her with her hips writhing and pumping hungrily beneath.
The man crawled to one side and held his wetly gleaming cock in his hand as he watched. The redhead lay flat on her back and spread her legs wide as the blonde writhed on top of her while their wetly open mouths sought each other.
Janet had never seen anything so wildly obscene and perverted before! The two women were wanton and brazenly open about it. The redhead thrust her hips up while the blonde lay between her legs and rubbed her cunt against the redhead's.
The two women were locked tightly together and almost became one writhing, undulating figure of pagan depravity. Janet watched with an aching throb deep in her own groin and she wondered if she wasn't depraved and perverted herself for she was feeling great flashes of lust as she watched the two women squirming nakedly together on the screen. Secretly, made brazen by the drugs and the movie, she wondered if all women weren't a little bit that way.
Lewis and Sybil were standing. She could see shadows out of the corner of her eye and she tore her eyes from the screen to see them coming toward her in the dark and she could tell ... even in the dark ... from the way they moved, that they were naked.
They were all over her, her best friend and Lewis, her best friend's husband, pawing her and whispering lewd and exciting things. It was a dream, and it wasn't happening to her. It was happening to someone else. Besides, it all felt so good.
It felt so good and before she knew it, she was naked, stark naked, lying on the couch. She had let them strip her of her clothes and had even passively aided them. She had felt their fingers and hands and they felt hot and fleshy and good. What they did to her felt so good ... so good....
But then, her mind whirled free for a moment and it was suddenly like waking up in a nightmare! There she was, spread-eagled, stark-naked, on the couch with her one friend's husband looming over her! He was naked and grinning at her in a terrible way! All of a sudden, she realized what was happening to her! It was as if the drugs had suddenly worn off and she saw that the two of them ... her own friend ... had set out to seduce her.
"N ... n ... noooooo," she said in a low shaking voice. She didn't want to scream unless she had to. If they were found naked, it would be hard to explain. "N ... noooooo, please," she implored, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to shrink down into the couch. She felt the rough material of the cushion pressed into her back and nakedly stripped buttocks. Desperately, she tried to cover her breasts with one arm while one hand flew to protect her now panty-less vagina.
Her older friend, Sybil, was on her like a wild avenging angel. Herself naked, her hair wildly flowing, she seized her friend by the wrists and looked over her shoulder at her husband, saying, "Fuck her! Fuck her good, darling!" in a low sensuously affected voice.
Janet could feel Lewis's hairy hands wedging themselves between her knees and Sybil forced her hands back up over her head. She lay with her breasts exposed and watched Sybil's dance lewdly down from her chest in front of her face as she felt his hands slowly forcing her knees apart.
He was too strong for her! She couldn't fight him even though she used all her strength. Her legs were being forced wide apart.
Lewis wedged his legs between Janet's beautiful thighs and imagined the way they would shortly look, locked around his waist in a tightly clinging vise of helpless desire. He looked down at her tightly clenched vaginal lips and saw that, although she was afraid, she was excited and glistening with moisture there. He had been right about her all along! He knew a hot cunt when he saw one and Janet was a firecracker! All he had to do was get by the veneer and down to the slut part that seethed deep in her mind below.
He wasn't going to be easy or diplomatic about the whole thing, this was going to be straight fuck, a fuck she would remember for a long time to come!
CHAPTER SIX
He saw his wife struggling with her friend's wrists and saw Janet writhe and struggle and look down with wide, tear-stained eyes. "Please,, Lewis, please stop! Let me go, I'll never tell Keith you tried it! I swear it. I swear it, Lewis!" She was getting hysterical and Sybil swooped down on her, clapping a hand over her mouth and stifling a scream just as it started. She pressed her weight down on her friend, feeling their breasts press nakedly against each other. It was exciting to Sybil the way her friend struggled under her with muffled shouts.
Sybil looked over her shoulder and saw Lewis with a vicious hard-on, as big as anything she'd ever seen on him. He was going to fuck her best friend! She was helping him with Janet struggling below her. The wild, unthinkable idea of an orgy going on all around her danced in her drugged and fevered mind.
Janet was struggling desperately as Sybil looked over her shoulder and saw Lewis force her friend's legs wide apart with his brawny arms and crawling between them, rub the thickly turgid head of his cock up and down the slit of her cunt. He pulled away for an instant and Sybil saw the moisture of Janet's cunt glinting dully on the head of it. He leaned forward and spreading the black, softly curling pubic hair with the tip of it, pushed a bit.
Janet stiffened and took in a breath under Sybil's hand. She felt the hugely hot head of his cock slowly and inexorably parting the lips of her cunt. She screamed a muffled yell and fought with all her might only to find she was making her plight worse. His hugely throbbing cockhead was burrowing up into her helplessly spread vagina with relentless force. Above her, she heard her friend's voice, high and breathy. "That's it, darling, stick it in the little goody-goody bitch. Fuck her. Fuck her good!"
Janet thought she had gone mad. She fought, twisting her head from side to side and seeing, insanely, ludicrously, the film was still going on.
The orgy on the screen had mounted, the redhead in the black boots was kneeling on all fours while the man was kneeling behind her obscenely exposed buttocks and fucking her with all his might. His huge cock slithered in and out like some giantly lubricated piston. The redhead arched her back and offered her buttocks unashamedly.
What really made Janet groan with a mad fear and desire herself was the sight of the blonde girl. She was lying on her back underneath the redhead with her own tousled hair right between the redhead's knees. She was looking up and watching the fucking the redhead was receiving. With a wildly wanton look, she raised her head to let her wet, red tongue flick over the redhead's clitoris while the redhead shuddered and moaned and tossed her head.
Janet closed her eyes and let out a long moan before realizing Sybil had taken away her hand from her mouth.
She was being fucked now, could feel Lewis' cock moving deeper into her cunt in an in-and-out motion and she could feel her own moisture mounting with her slowly building excitement.
Visions of orgies danced before her eyes as she watched the man pull his huge cock out of the redhead's tightly grasping cunt and, by dipping, place the head of his cock in the blonde's waiting mouth. The redhead, almost crazed by passion, lowered her head and let her tongue lick hotly at the blonde's furiously hungry, gaping cunt.
Janet let out a wild moan and fought with the desperation of one driven to the edge of sanity. It was now or never. She constricted her vaginal muscles with all her might, her eyes tightly shut. Her body was tensed like a steel sculpture as she tried with all her will to stop this lewd insane rape of her helplessly pinned down body.
Sybil, her own best friend, her very flesh and blood, felt her tenseness and reacted by leaning more weight on her wrists, her hugely soft breasts quivering and pushing nakedly down in her face. The fevered point of a nipple trailed slowly across her tightly tensed lips. It trailed slowly and softly tempting and she fought to concentrate on her vainly resisting struggle.
But ... all she could really concentrate on was Lewis' cock that was already buried half-way up into her involuntarily lubricated cunt. She found that against her conscious will the tightly clinging walls were squeezing the cock with all their might and the obscene, helpless sensation was sending hotly searing bolts of pleasure all through her body and seeming to center with a strange aching sweetness in her tiny, wantonly puckered anus. She felt her lubricious wetness and the way the thickly hard head of her friend's husband's cock swelled and slipped around up inside her. Her cuntal lips were contracted tightly around the shaft like a pair of pink, licentiously tensed kuos, and, suddenly, in spite of her revulsion at the lewd ravishment of her naked loins, she found ... lewdly, obscenely, that if she flexed her buttocks a certain way, she could suck his cock a little deeper into her cunt.
Gone and forgotten in that infinitesimal moment, was Keith, her husband, or any feeling at all about decency. She found herself wallowing in a hopelessly rising tide of sexuality. She was a whore, a lustfully wild creature: wanton, uncaring about anything but the huge, hard male penis worming its way slowly but surely inside her salaciously spread vaginal mouth.
Sybil was suddenly off her, releasing her wrists and Janet moaned and threw them hungrily around the naked back of Lewis, her own friend's husband! The very brazenness of what she was doing was excitement enough. But there was more! There was Lewis's ramrod thick cock beginning to work slowly now in and out of her cunt while she tensed her buttocks and flexed her vaginal muscles around it with all the strength she had, her hips pumping lewdly. Then, with a heavy, low throated groan, she let her body relax ... she let her body go supple, opening her cunt as wide as she could, giving it freely and lewdly. She was changed with lust and she clung to Lewis with her mind set to let him fuck her as hard and as long as he wanted.
Sybil crawled to one side, gasping for her breath, feeling so excited, she thought she might pass out. She fought to control her breathing and put a hand to her head to steady herself. There, right in front of her face was Lewis, her own husband, fucking her friend, Janet. And there was Janet, fucking back like a wildly excited little street whore!
Sybil watched, her beautiful dark face covered with a glistening film of sweat, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted redly and wet. Her nostrils flared sensuously as she watched Lewis and her best friend fucking like mad. Their bodies were locked together, writhing lewdly, enticingly. She watched their sweating loins pump hotly into each other while their stomachs undulated in a wild orgiastic way.
Sybil crouched lower and saw Lewis's thick cock plunging heavily in and out of her young friend's cunt. It fucked in and out wetly, glinting with cunt juice as it slid on its lubricated way, sometimes making a lewd moist sucking sound as it withdrew on the out stroke. Sybil bent her head to see Janet's cunt. The tightly locked, hair-fringed little cuntal lips were desperately trying to hold the lubricated cock deep inside, sucking at it desperately to keep it there. She could see the lips turn pink with their excitement as they rolled inside out on his smoothly withdrawing shaft. She watched as those same lips folded into her cunt as he slammed his cock home. Sybil found her breath as her fingers probed her own lust crazed cunt up between her open thighs.
"That's it," she panted, "Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her, Lewis!"
A new sound came into the room as Lewis' buttocks rose and fell in a steadily mounting rhythm.. A new sound: a wail, an animal-sound, a half-moan of delight and despair. It was Janet moaning, babbling incoherently. "Yes ... yes! F ... fuck me! Fuck meeeee! Fuckkkkkkkmmmmmmmeeeeeee! Fuckkkkkkth ... the ssssshhhhhiiiittttttout of meeeeeeeeee!"
Janet was moaning and bucking wildly, abandoned, wanting nothing more than the fulfillment of her crazily careening drive, her only aim. Her cum surged and twisted hotly in her loins. Keith, her husband, didn't matter, Sybil didn't matter, Lewis didn't matter! All that mattered was that she had cock to drive her to her ever-building orgasm! All that mattered was that she had a hotly pistoning cock to fuck her. And, yes, to suck!
Sybil crouched closer to her young friend's coiling and undulating groin. She had her own two middle fingers finger-fucking in and out of her own cunt and all she was succeeding in doing was intensifying her own desire and lust. She watched, mesmerized, as Lewis' long deep strokes were lifting her best friend's buttocks up high off the couch then slamming them down back against its cushions again.
On a wildly lewd impulse, Sybil pressed her free hand forward, underneath Janet's hotly writhing backside. They came down full weight on her hand and she felt her nakedly moving flesh on top of her hand. One finger slipped up the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks and she heard her friend give out a new deep-chested moan of ecstasy.
Her probing finger brushed across the tiny rubbery lips of her anus and Sybil felt Janet's body shudder. What she was going to do was obscene and perverted. With a wild look on her face, she used her strength and probed licentiously with her middle finger, sending it worming up into her friend's tightly clenched little rectal passage with a sudden and quick little popping noise and a wild cry from Janet.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaaa!"
The cry went through the room and hurried them toward their lewdly obscene climax. They tensed for a minute as Janet took in a deep breath and then moaned out, "Ooooohhhhhh, yes! Do it! Do it! Fuck me and shove it up there! Hurt me! Fuck mmmmeeeeeee!"
She was beyond control now as Sybil ground her finger in and out of her own cunt while finger-fucking her friend in the anus as Lewis fucked with long driving strokes up into her ravaged pink cunt.
Janet felt she was close to complete rapture and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but her rapidly rising orgasm, and it felt so strong that she trembled, afraid it was going to tear her apart. She opened her eyes wide and the cords in her neck stood out as she grasped Lewis with all her might and gasped, "Yes! Yyyyyeeesssss! Oh, ooooohhhhhh fuck me! Yes, do it! Harder! Stick it up me! Fuck me! Stick it! Fuck meeeeee!"
She lay still as husband and wife bent over her, fucking her in the cunt and ass. Then suddenly she came with a wild, explosive abruptness, the power of her cum twisting her body about and contorting her beautiful young face ecstatically as she tossed and twisted and writhed like a snake tossed into a hotly raging fire.
Sybil looked at her husband with a look of mad triumph. The evening was far from over. Their plan was working beyond her wildest dreams!
Their faces twisted by a wild lust, their bodies glowing in sexual sweat and a sense of triumph, the two of them bent over the limp form of their naked friend, sure they would bring her to a burning passion again before the night was over.
They bent over her in the darkened room, the reel of the sex movie over and slapping around the mounting, the music playing on. Silently they rested, passing a lighted marijuana cigarette between them. It was going to be a long, wildly erotic night.
Things came to Janet dimly, slowly, one at a time. It seemed to her she was shipwrecked and floating on some debris in a fog and facts of the night floated out of the fog like ghostly liners and freighters, drifting past and then disappearing in the fog again. She had difficulty relating one phantom-fact with another. She lay in bed ... her own bed ... safe and warm, and tried to think.
When they brought her home five minutes before Keith came home from the late show, she had just enough time to get into bed and turn the light out. She heard Keith coming quietly into the bedroom and tip-toeing to her side to give her an affectionate kiss on the forehead. Janet didn't have to feign sleep. She was exhausted, physically and mentally.
She said her first words late the next morning to Keith. He had gotten up, showered and dressed while she still lay in bed. For one thing, she was still exhausted and, for another, she didn't want him to see the bruises and marks on her body, and between her thighs, marks that would be difficult to explain. He smiled at her as he put on a tie. "What's the matter? Got a touch of the flu?"
She was amazed at how well she acted. "I think so. Golly, I just feel exhausted."
Keith was indulgent. "Why don't you take it easy this morning? I've got a date with the theatre owners downtown anyway."
"I think I will," she said, her voice listless and far off.
Keith saw to everything, even bringing her a cup of coffee and the morning paper. "Take it easy," he said, smiling down on her.
He was so nice to her that she felt herself touched very deeply, and it was all she could do to keep from crying right in his face. No sooner did the front door close when she put her hands to her face and began sobbing. She cried because her life had changed totally. She had been tricked and seduced and raped and drugged and debased. She had sunk as low as she could and in her lewd uncontrolled young passion had even begged for more.
Under the impetus of the drugs and their own pent-up passion, they had gotten completely lewd. After Janet had had her orgasm, she had lain limp on the couch and watched Lewis and Sybil fuck on the floor. They were lewd and obscene and she had smiled wantonly as she watched and felt her own cunt lips swelling to life again with a tortured, aching desire. Lewis had cum up inside his wife while he fondled her breasts and kissed her. Then Janet had crawled from the couch to the floor to writhe nakedly around with both of them. Lewis rolled away and watched with half-closed eyes and a superior smile. Janet found herself on top of her older friend, Sybil. She felt her writhing beneath her, felt her supple, female body, and her excitement mounted.
Insane with lust, she had slipped down her friend's sweat-glistening torso, spread her legs wide apart and proceeded to lick away the warmly flowing trickles of Sybil's husband's sperm. Her wetly pink tongue curled up into her desire-inflamed vagina and swirled and flicked hotly around as she licked and sucked and tormented her smoothly gushing cunt walls with the tip of her tongue.
Sybil had grown wild and they both seized each other. Then Lewis was helping Sybil pull Janet away. They helped her to her feet and sat her on the edge of the couch. She flopped back, her buttocks thrust obscenely out, while Sybil had raked her copperish hair out of her face and knelt on the floor and parted her knees. Both husband and wife spread her legs obscenely wide, exposing her moistly gaping cunt, and Sybil had buried her face in her younger friend's pussy. Then she had knelt down on the floor on all fours and licked and tormented her friend's cunt while Lewis knelt behind her and fucked her like a female bitch from behind.
Janet on the floor, could feel his thrusts all the way through her friend's intensely bucking body. Looking down with.a moan on her lips, she could see Sybil's pretty face framed by wild red hair and her open, wet, mouth and her wantonly licking tongue on her cunt. Looking up just a bit, she saw Lewis holding his wife from behind by the hips and fucking her with all his might. She could feel each one of the savage thrusts as Sybil's face was pushed deeper and deeper into her hungrily gaping cunt.
The scene was too much for her, she closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying it all as she had her second orgasm of the night.
Her explosive orgasm was even stronger then the first one she could feel her cum mounting until it threatened to destroy her.
The images were coming at her in triple speed and she sobbed and rolled in bed, miserable with her own truth. Keith had been barely gone five minutes when the phone rang. Janet jumped and gasped and stared at the phone as it rang again, its notes seeming to tear the air around her. She fought to control herself. It might be Keith calling about some emergency. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, doll, how're you feeling?"
Janet almost fainted. It was the cocky, assured voice of Lewis. In the background, she could hear the sounds of riveting and the clang of steel girders being hoisted into place. The sound of his voice almost made her throw up with revulsion, self-revulsion. She slammed the receiver down and barely suppressed a whimper.
It seemed barely a few seconds went by before the phone fairly jumped in its cradle as it rang. "H ... hello?"
"None of that crap with me, baby, it's my dime!"
She hung up again.
She had to hang up twice more before she took the phone off the hook and fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion and fear. When she awoke, it was late afternoon and she sleepily put the phone back in its cradle and it rang almost at once.
"Been trying to get you for hours. Who have you been talking to?"
"Huh?" Sleepily, she knew it was Keith.
"You okay?"
"Huh? Yes, sure, I ... I must have knocked it off the hook in my sleep, that's all. Whew, did I ever sleep."
"Still not feeling so hot, huh?"
"No."
"Well, take it easy. I'll be home for dinner then, all I have to work is the first show."
"I will." She said the words timidly and in a small voice and hung up. She didn't know how she was going to get through dinner without Keith suspecting something. She didn't know what she would say when he talked to her. Should she tell him the truth? How could she? How could she ever confess to her husband that she had committed wild, lewd adultery with her own best friend's husband? He probably wouldn't believe her and think her insane. No, her experience shut her off from him. It shut her off from everybody in the world. Everybody in the world except Lewis and Sybil!
Oh God, and she had loved what they had done to her!
That was the whole truth, the ultimate truth. She knew she had no excuses, that she was forced into it, that she was tricked and drugged and induced, and finally, forcibly raped by both her "friend" and her husband, her friend's swaggering bragging husband!
And she loved it!
They really didn't need to have more marijuana or anything to drink. She was too wildly ecstatic with the whole idea of her audacity. She had fucked and sucked as though she were nothing more than a wild, wanton street whore and had always felt like she was on the verge of cumming.
And, now, she loathed herself for being so vile, for being so perverted and obscene. She vowed she would never see Sybil again or ever have anything to do with Lewis Anderson. He was evil! He had aroused the worst feelings in her and then he had used them for his own pleasure.
When she thought about what she had ultimately done, she closed her eyes tight and lay down on the bed. She fought the image with all her strength and will. But it would not go away. She had to relive it minute by minute.
Finally, both of them were man-handling her, forcing her into strangely contorted positions and situations, together, Lewis and Sybil forced her up against one end of the couch. She was kneeling on the floor with her back to the couch and Sybil was reaching around and seizing her wrists and holding her arms behind her so that her back arched and her breasts thrust out. Lewis stood over the two women, fondling both their breasts, pinching and caressing the nipples and sending spasms of lewd pleasure through both of the women. Janet found herself being forced backward so that the nape of her neck was fitting on the arm of the chair and she looked up at Lewis caressing her breasts and felt her friend rub her cunt against her own. She watched, hypnotized, as Lewis swung a leg over and stood between the girls with his cock right in Janet's face. He held it, bloated thick with lust and desire, and pulled the foreskin back before sticking it into Janet's openly waiting mouth.
In her room, Janet covered her face with her hands and sobbed, "No, no, no, no!" She shook her head, wanting to believe it was someone else who was in trouble, someone else who was voluntarily doing those obscene things. But her mind wouldn't let up, it had to go on with it.
Lewis had straddled over her face and held her brunette head in his hands as he slowly and sadistically began fucking in and out of her mouth. Her lips grew red and her cheeks hollowed as he pulled his wetly glistening cock out and she almost gagged as he again shoved his cock deep into her throat.
And at the same time, she had a hold of Sybil around the waist. Both girls arched their backs, each leaning backward so that their hips met and their cunts rubbed excitedly over one another. Their passion mounted as Sybil freed a hand to caress her husband's tightly moving buttocks. On an impulse, she leaned forward and wantonly, lewdly licked up and down the length of his tensely working ass crevice with the tip of her tongue wetly flicking over his anus. Lewis threw back his head and came, pumping warm thick jets of white hot cum far up irito Janet's mouth. Janet had eagerly swallowed the creamy cum and sucked hungrily for more until her whole, erotically quaking young belly would burst from its lewdly cascading flood.
Her face drained, her hands trembling, Janet once again lived through each and every moment. Once again, she drank Lewis's cum right down to the last few rubbery strands that still connected her lips to his flaccid deflating cock. She licked her lips clean and sunk down to the floor where she let Sybil continue to lick her greedily accepting young cunt to orgasm two more times.
Janet lay in bed all afternoon, summoning up strength to get up and shower and get ready for Keith coming home.
Keith. The very thought of him as her husband with his smile and his nice manners now seemed a parody. Crude and senseless as it was, Lewis was right. Keith's conduct suddenly seemed hypocritical in comparison and she seemed a grade-A phony to herself. It had been vile. It had been debasing and depraved and perverted. And it all had happened in a drug-drenched fog. Yet, it had happened!
It had happened and she had loved it!
She loathed herself and all that she had done. She slid off the bed and onto her knees and vowed that she would make up for everything. She had to. She had to believe she had the strength and character to change things. She would make it up to Keith for what she had done. She would never do a thing like that again. She knew she couldn't do anything like that again, not if she was going to keep her sanity. She vowed she would make it up to her husband by being a good wife and taking good care of him. With every fiber of her being, she made a vow to heaven above that she would be good to Keith ... make it up to him ... and remain faithful to him in the future.
The phone rang and she picked it up, full of resolution. "Hello?"
"Hi, I've been trying to get you all day."
Janet's voice was even and cold as she spoke. "I don't want to hear from either of you again, ever."
"What?"
She hung up and stood over the phone, waiting. It rang once and she snatched it up. "Janet, honey, what the hell is bothering you?"
"You are," Janet said it flatly. "You and that strutting, bragging bastard you call a husband. I think you're both crazy. I think you're sick. I never want to see either of you again." Her voice was still calm and quiet but it had risen in pitch.
"If either of you ever bothers me again, I swear to God, I'll expose you for what you are. Even," and ice hung in the air as she spoke, "even if it means destroying us all. Hear me?" Without waiting for an answer, she hung up. She stood by the phone for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Suddenly, she knew there wouldn't be any more calls. She heaved a sigh and went off to the bathroom to take a long shower.
By the time Keith came home for dinner, she had pulled herself together into some semblance of order. Morally, she already felt stronger since having been strong once. She walked around, cooking dinner and making small-talk while dreading that the phone might ring.
She swore that she would scream if the phone should ring.
Later, Keith remembered that Janet had never mentioned her friend, Sybil. Never. Not once. Twice, carefully, casually, he brought the name up, bringing it up with a scientist's care about the reaction. Twice, Janet made a point of not answering. He reasoned, calmly, that something had happened, something like he saw. But he also hoped that whatever it was, it wasn't as bad as what he had seen. He reasoned that it was probably something said over the phone. At least he hoped it was that way.
Thus he joined his wife in a silent conspiracy never to mention Sybil or her husband Lewis. Their lives settled back into a comfortable rut and routine. At least Janet was hoping that it was. Each day that went by, that night, that one night, seemed more and more like a dream. Life with Keith and serving as a helper at the hospital and being a member of the Young Republicans was enough. Her day-to-day life seemed real and that night faded into unpleasant memories. She clung to each little thing each day and beamed when she pleased her husband. She was thankful that their own sex life was so limited and, since that night, he hadn't made any demands on her.
Each day that went by, she got a little stronger and felt that their life together was back to its old ways, before she had gone to Sybil's for the evening.
On the surface, everything seemed to be normal. Keith was a good husband who was attentive yet never made demands on her. Her bruises healed and so did her mind. It is amazing how well human beings forget. In time, she knew it would all seem like something that never really happened. Daily, she took to silently praying for moral strength and each day found her a little more sure.
On the surface, everything seemed to be normal. Keith came home and ate the meals she fixed for him and they talked of the usual household things and watched TV for a while before going to bed. Keith came home, Keith went to work.
Keith began to work overtime.
Janet suddenly noticed he was always calling home, inventing one reason after another why he had to work overtime. She tried to believe him, she tried not to be suspicious. Keith just wasn't the kind of man who would cheat on his wife!
Except for a bout with the flu, Janet seemed perfectly normal to Keith. He didn't suspect a thing. Lewis and Sybil Anderson, stung by another rejection, fumed for a few days. Sybil found herself raging, her gypsy wild-looks being accentuated and when Lewis fucked her, he was vicious. Finally, he growled, "I just don't like being put down by people who aren't so hot themselves. You saw that little bitch fuck."
"My own best friend hanging up on me!"
"She's going to pay for that, the dirty little bitch," Lewis said.
Sybil agreed but sometimes found herself filled with doubt, "After all," she would say, in answer, her eyes tortured, "we did force her to do all those things."
"Bull!" he would spit out, his anger welling up, "all we did was guide her to do what she wanted to do. You saw her. After we got her started, how much forcing did she need."
"None."
"Well, see? And we still haven't taught that bitch that she's no better than anybody else. I've got an idea."
"What's your big idea?" Sybil grinned lewdly, feeling desire and lust stir in her loins like an addicting drug. She trusted Lewis implicity. He was wild, but he was always right.
He kissed her on the mouth then grinned at her. He looked at her face and a low laugh rumbled from his chest. "I'm going to unleash my secret weapon. You!"
Sybil smiled and lowered her eyelashes as she provocatively thrust one tantalizing hip out as if she were on ball bearings. "I thought you'd never ask."
"I want you to let Keith fuck you."
They were standing in the den together. Teasingly, she swayed her hips back and forth. "The question isn't do you want me to let Keith fuck me. Old Keith, baby. The question is: do I want Keith to fuck me."
Lewis grinned at his wife and swatted her on the buttocks, his cock beginning to blood-swell in his pants. "You'd better."
"Mmmmmmm, I'd love it. But I'll be thinking of you when he does it to me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
And so it was planned to have Sybil seduce Keith. Lewis planned the whole thing, like his nature, the plan was simple and to the point. Keith was sitting in his tiny office from which he ran the theatre, toting up the day's box office and making out a list of monthly expenses and balancing the books when he got a phone call. He paused and looked at the silent light winking on and off on the phone. It meant one of two things; either the owner was calling to check on the day's box office, or trouble. Since the day's gross had been low, he didn't want to give the owner the bad news. If it was trouble, he hoped, fervently, that it would go away.
The little light kept flashing and he picked the phone up. "Strand Theatre. Good evening, this is Mr. Keith Potter, Manager. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Potter." It caught his breath. It was Dottie out in the box office. "There's someone here to see you."
"Who is it?"
"She says she's a friend of yours, Sybil Anderson."
"Sybil?" he paused, not knowing what to think or say. Why would she come here to see him? Maybe it was something important. Perhaps she was in trouble. He tapped his fingers for a second or two before curtly saying, "Send her in."
And he hung up and looked at the phone. Then he checked his appearance in the small washroom he had in his office. Despite everything that had happened, he couldn't help feeling a little risque, a little daring. He was going to be alone with a woman he had seen ... he smiled, thinking of all the lewd things he had seen her do that night up in the balcony.
She sauntered into his office, smiling loosely and from the second he saw her, he tensed. It was obvious in her slightest movement that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her breasts hung heavily in the fabric of her tight blouse and they jiggled and danced with her every movement. Her nipples stuck in the fabric like the tips of ripe grapes. He tried not to look at her breasts yet couldn't help noticing that they were bigger and more full than Janet's. No doubt about it, Sybil had curves all over.
He tried to act cool as she sat down. Her hips had a free and easy way of moving that told him she wasn't wearing a girdle underneath. She sat in a chair and crossed her legs, flashing lots of naked thigh. He looked away. Except for a blouse and skirt and shoes, she was all naked. He gave her a cold smile, looking right in her green eyes that looked so startling in contrast to her copper hair. "What's the occasion for this visit, Sybil?" He hoped that his voice sounded cool enough.
She leaned back in the chair, smiling easily at him, making her delicious cleavage go deeper. She was tanned and healthy. He could see her provocative line of smooth white skin and he imagined the sight of her naked pussy with softly curling pubic hair and white skin from the bathing suit. His penis began to swell in his pants, and he tried not to think about how good it felt.
She pulled a cigarette from her purse and put it between her red, sensually pursing lips that glistened like they were wet, and she looked at him with half-closed eyes and he noticed she was wearing a lot of sexy eye-shadow.
"You," she said in a throaty voice. "The occasion for a visit is you."
"Me?" Keith was caught off-guard and fumbled for matches and tore open a box and watched as they spilled all over the desk. He picked one up and scratched it on the box. The match flared and he grinned like an idiot and leaned forward to light her cigarette. He stopped and stared down at her beautifully formed breasts as she leaned forward to accept the light, her hand softly holding his. He looked down at her cleavage and almost moaned. Hs penis swelled achingly in his pants and he crossed his legs tightly as he looked down and saw her melon-ripe breasts nearly naked. Even as he watched, even as she puffed on the cigarette, and held his hand, she reached with her free hand and, flicking, she unbuttoned one, two, three buttons! He watched mesmerized, as one delicious breast slipped free of its flimsy restraints, and stood naked and proud, its nipple tilted upward slightly.
She straightened, let go of his hand, and settled back in the chair, her breast tantalizingly naked and full round. He could see where the flimsy halter of her bikini had kept her from the sun.
He laced his hands together and looked down at the desk. "Why are you here, Sybil?"
"I told you," she laughed.
"You did? You did, yes, you did. Me? Didn't you say me?"
She blew a cloud of smoke at him and he smelled her perfume hanging svelte and suggestive in the air. His face flushed as he realized ... dawning fully ... that she was here to seduce him. Was he that attractive to her? Did she do all those things simply to entice him? Was she a nymphomaniac? These, and other thoughts of a lewd nature ran through his mind. Already, his forehead was covered with a fine film of sweat. "I ... I think you'd better leave here."
The words snapped out of him and all Sybil did was grin and say, "What?"
"You heard me." He couldn't look at her.
She loved it. "God, you're so tense. Relax, I didn't come here to rob you-"
He pointed to the door without looking at her. "Get out."
Sybil's lovely face became gypsy-hard. He had to look at her as she got to her feet, magnificent, half-naked and, with a contemptuous gesture, she ripped her skirt off and stood, naked from the waist down, and slowly, seductively ground her hips at his face.
Keith reeled back in his chair as if he had just gotten an electric shock. Her one naked breast quivering, she pointed a finger and stood with her legs apart. He could see the velvet folds of the thinly dividing slit of her cunt up between her thighs.
"Listen, Keith, shut up! All I have to do is step out in the hall like this and scream. Get it? By the time I stop screaming, you've got a lot of explaining to do. Understand?"
Numb, unbelieving, he tensed in his chair, and curtly nodded his head. He never took his eyes from her face except to dart a glance at the door. The lock was on. Sybil's eyes were shining and quick. She caught his glance and looked at the door. A naked arm reached and clicked the inside dead-bolt shut. No one, not even with a key, could get in from the outside.
She whirled to face him, brazen, wanton, lewd, and the most temptingly wild thing he had ever seen. She was so free and lewd. She smiled at him and thrust her hips out. "You like me, huh? Hey, want to pretend I'm a whore? Want to pretend you bought me?"
Keith closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This wasn't happening to him. And yet it was. If Sybil could do ... things ... in the balcony, she could do this. He opened his eyes to look at her again. She thrust out her naked breast, bouncing it with her hand. "Want me? I'll do anything you want. Anything."
Anything. Her voice was low and husky and the word seemed to hang heavy in the air and it was all Keith could think of; anything! The fact that he had seen her in the balcony gave credence to her words. He looked at her magnificently voluptuous figure standing with hands on hips in front of his desk. She was so tempting and wanton.
"Why. . . ? " he managed to ask. "Why ... me?"
She moved slowly around the desk. "Because you've always given me hot pants. I've always wanted to be fucked by you. Did you know that?"
"N.. .n.. .no."
He was hooked. Sybil took her time reeling him in, conscious of the fact that her lewdly displayed body was having an effect on him. She smiled, exulting, thinking, Lewis is so right!
Keith told himself that he, after all, was only human. He was a man and here, in front of him, was a woman. She came slowly around the desk, her hands still on her undulating hips, her voice a husky purr. "I'm going to be nice to you."
What man could resist? Call her what you will, she was lovely and lewd and the door was locked.
Keith exploded like a madman. He was up and' wild eyed, tearing at his clothes, throwing them off and staggering away from his chair. His cock was swelling obscenely as he stripped off his pants and threw them to one side. He was wild and almost insane with lust. He was an animal as he attacked her. He was suddenly free as he stripped off his underwear and kicked them off to one side.
Naked flesh, hot and firm to the touch, they met and their hands boldly and lewdly caressed one another as they met in the center of the room. Sybil met him slightly crouched, like a big cat, her knees bent, her legs spread apart. His feverish hands caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger to the point where she would grimace as sharp lines of pain shot through her body and mixed with the smoky-lewd feeling that was growing in her loins.
Pain and pleasure met in the pit of her stomach and smoldered into a lewd passion as she felt his hand caress her moistly gaping cunt. Her fingers felt the wildly erect hardness of his throbbing cock and she rolled it deliciously back and forth with the flat side of her hands. She squeezed it and let her tongue dart wetly into Keith's mouth.
Keith seized her with his nostrils flaring and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her toward his chest with a crushing grip as they toppled to the floor together. They fell with a crash that could have been heard outside, but, luckily, the lobby was empty. Sybil's head reeled and her vision tilted sickeningly as her breath left her body and she began to see the room going dim as her lungs ached for air. Her eyes went vague and she truly thought that she was going to pass out.
Rockets of pain racked her body and she went limp as she felt the great masculine strength of Keith on top of her, spreading her legs, wedging his own hard, hairy legs between hers.
Keith felt her body relax under him and his lips twisted in a cruel and ironic grin. He showed his masculine superiority and rolled off her with a contemptuous grin on his face. He lay beside her, dragging her over to him with the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and as her senses returned to her, she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back. Her odor was maddening, a perfume that he didn't recognize, but reminded him dimly of the freshness of spring flowers. Her lips were softly full and gave before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over his skin. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting over and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
Sybil crushed Keith tightly to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his body, exploring eagerly the secret hollows of all of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both off the floor with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the moist, gently throbbing slit. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the floor, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
He forced his hands between her shoulders and the rug and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptively as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tan skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his hardness deep inside her.
"Oh, God, you feel good," she whispered, smashing her lips against him again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up against him. Her nails trailed across her back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her voluptuous ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulled her crotch up tighter against him. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating the hardness of his full length up and down the widespread slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter with each passing second. Her soft, hair-fringed loins began a more desperate rotation up against his pelvis and genitals until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body pulling him tighter into her.
"Oooohhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now." She moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding harder and more desperately into him.
He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it between the lips of her hot, desire-moistened cunt. Keith groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the softly silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into a greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with a hard flesh-splitting crash into the hot, hungrily waiting mouth of her pussy.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his sensitive male flesh. It entered with a slight popping noise as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. He gloated, thinking of fucking her and of her husband, Lewis' face. He no longer felt like Keith baby. He was really fucking her now, and he didn't intend for this to be the last time. He was learning and learning fast. He wasn't going to let this get away for long. A wild, lewdly exciting idea came to him. He wanted to fuck her while Lewis watched! He'd show that wind-bag a thing or two!
His long thin cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, aching to full length of the rigid member and then easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass.
Sybil screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way.
He knew he had gained the upper hand because he had hurt her and she could not hurt back in return.
He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him and flicked the head again bringing another low moan from between her clenched teeth.
Keith almost chortled with masculine glee. Outside his locked office, he could hear people filing out while the murmur of voices indicated there were customers waiting to file in for the next show. None of them knew what was going on behind the locked door. He was going to fuck her blind and make sure she would come back for more. like an addict administering a powerful narcotic, his body trembled with excitement and obscene desire. He was a changed man who wallowed and thrilled in depravity, and his mind raced over all the provocative possibilities: there was no end to them!
He ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the carpeted floor from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a hotly chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the rug again and again in a wildly mounting abandon.
"Oooohhhhh, God, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, damn it, make me screeeeeeaaaammmm!" she moaned up at him in her erotically growing daze.
He watched and reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.
Suddenly he found it.
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the wide-spread crevice from where he could feel his lust-hardened rod of flesh fucking slipperily up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first unexpected pain.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, God it hurts!"
He thrust again, sinking it in up to the second knuckle.
"Oooohhhhhhh! Yessssss, yessssssss! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He jiggled it up inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught the hotly clinging flesh momentarily in her anus, scraping her and she jerked, but then caught the rhythm again, opening her legs wide out across the floor to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Keith could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped. He knew he could hold it back. She had to cum soon. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering into her ass-hole to excite her more.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Oooohhhhhh, fuck it, fuck hard! Fuck it harderrrrr!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight in the tiny room, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening of her nakedly upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion that was so tremblingly near.
Sybil closed her lovely eyes with the auburn lashes and knew that Lewis was waiting for her at home, waiting for her to come home. They would strip naked and fuck while she told him ... in detail ... everything that had happened with Keith. She would spare him no detail, down to the last lewd thing he would do to her.
"Oh, God, fuck harder! I'm cumming," she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself. She mumbled incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her pink, widely stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked tightly up over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wildly uninhibited dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.
Sex adventure! Oh, God, she was getting fucked crazy by another woman's husband, her own friend's husband, seducing him, driving them both toward a hotly wet cum. She would do everything to him. And all at her husband's orders!
A low banshee style scream suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced through the sounds of the customers milling around the candy counter out in the lobby. Their two heavily panting bodies slapped brutally together. Sybil's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up as hard as she could on his heavily thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down onto the prickling carpet beneath her. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tormented and tortured cock. He pushed deeper into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
It was all he could do to keep from continuing to fuck into her limply spread body. God, he had never in his life seen anything like it. He had never felt anything like it, either. He throbbed the muscles of is prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again. Gone were any thoughts of being moral. He was far too excited for that and he enjoyed his lewdness like a new-found freedom.
"That was nice," she mumbled, "I haven't been fucked like that before."
"You're not finished yet," Keith gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"God," she murmured in approval, "You held back for a long time."
"But not much more," he breathed hard, "I'm almost there."
"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him. "I'm going to give you a special reward for being so patient."
He pulled back, sliding his hardness wetly out of the soft warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting it in her belly that he didn't want to stop but he had to let her have her way. It would be best the first time to humor her and let her have her way while learning how to make love to her. Besides, he was hoping she would do something depraved to him. He had never done anything with Janet but get on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot off his load into her and that was it. She didn't like to play and he had even had the impression sometimes that she merely tolerated his love-making and didn't really enjoy it. Lately, she had taken to avoiding him completely. Well, maybe he'd learn some things that might make her change her tune about things.
He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He found himself bumping into his desk. The heat in the room had mounted with his passion. Outside, the lobby was quiet. The feature had gone on. He got to his feet and stood, panting, horny. Sybil scrambled to her knees. He sat with his naked buttocks on an edge of the desk, spreading his legs as he did so, allowing Sybil to squirm her deliciously soft and voluptuous body between them. He balanced precariously on the edge and corner of the desk and looked down to follow her movements expectantly.
Looking down, Sybil provocatively cupped her full, melon breasts and moved closer, capturing the length of his aching cock in her fleshy cleavage. She pressed her breasts together and the softly warm flesh covered his penis except for the blood-filled scarlet head. He looked down at her and watched her head bend to within inches of the moist throbbing tip of his cock. With a little cish, she let her breasts go and one hand held his cock and began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and bent over him, her wet lips a scant inch from his cock. She held the head of his cock between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip teasingly into the wetness of the tiny opening on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his sensitive cockhead in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wetly hot cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned, looking down at her contorted face. The sight of his steel hard fleshy shaft sunk halfway between her roundly ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him. In a sudden, obscene, and wantonly lewd flash, he understood what Sybil and Lewis had been doing in his balcony. With a lewd grin, he looked down and wanted to be out in the balcony with Sybil, naked, fucking, being sucked off while people watched! It was crazy, but it was exciting!
Sybil could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Using both hands, pulling him off the corner of the desk, so that he stood with his legs apart and slightly crouched, she cupped his buttocks in her hands, pulling his loins closer to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until Keith felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. He was certain she would choke but she continued the maddening sucking on and on.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face slaving hungrily over his sweating loins. He held her head in his hands and, with a low moan, began to let his hips pump lewdly. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap as he stood crouched, fucking his wife's friend's obscenely in her mouth while she cupped her naked buttocks and urged him on by pulling him rhythmically toward her face.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. Then suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her greedily sucking mouth.
Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she swallowed desperately at the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm deep into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her thick, copper hair, holding her head to his throbbing loins as he pushed his squirting instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his legs trembling, his cock deflated in her mouth but she continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his cum-drained cock.
* * *
Janet had dreams late at night. Recurring dreams that were wild and obscene and only half-remembered. She would toss and turn in her sleep, throwing off her clothes and come awake to find herself sweating, panting, sexually excited to the point of wanton abandon. The lips of her vagina would be wetly gaping and twitching and pulsating with a desire so intense, it was almost pain. Pain with pleasure and pleasure was pain. In her half-awake mind, it was all the same thing.
At night she dreamed of cocks. Hotly hard cocks were fucking her, swarming over her body, fucking her everywhere. Huge bulging cocks with thickly blood-filled heads, shot jets of hot sticky cum all over her body. Her naked breasts glistened with strands of hot cum and she would awake moaning, caressing her breasts into a hardened tenseness.
Awake, she would choke down tears and fight to control her emotions, her fist stuck in her mouth against a moan of desires. She fought for self-control and tried not to think of her dreams. It was evil. She was evil and she had to be good to Keith.
Thinking of him, she turned in her bed and saw that Keith wasn't there. Keith wasn't there a lot lately. Once she had expressed the thought, she couldn't get it out of her mind lately. Or, perhaps it was the great variety of excuses coming from Keith a man who never excused himself before. He seemed to be always calling her on the phone with his excuses getting longer and more elaborate all the time. Earlier, he had called to say that the projectionist couldn't thread film into a projector even though he could do everything else. It meant that Keith would have to stay for the late show.
Another night he had called to say he had to stay late and preview films they were going to use later on. Another night, he called to explain that the cashier had come down with a bad case of the flu and since he was new at it, he'd be a little late getting home.
Janet raised herself on one elbow to look at the hands of the clock glowing green in the dark. One fifteen. Quarter after one in the morning and Keith still wasn't home. In fact, she was seeing so little of him at all. He showered, dressed, and then roared out of the house saying he would try to be home early. At first, she was grateful he didn't pay much attention to her, grateful for the time it gave her to pull herself together.
She lay on her back, trying to sleep. It was of no use, she was wide awake and couldn't help looking at the clock to check the time.
Where was he? The question, once asked, wouldn't go away. The long early morning minutes ticked away and she lay quietly breathing, listening for some sound of him and trying not to think. Where was he? Was he, as he said, at work? Or ... was he somewhere else? The thought went through her body like a chill and she tried to will herself asleep.
She sat up in bed. If he were at work, that was one thing ... if her were somewhere else? Quickly, calmly, she told herself she needed some cigarettes and maybe a soothing drive before she could sleep. She would get up and put a warm coat on over her nightie and go get some cigarettes. On the way there, she could just swing by the theatre to see if his car was still there. Just a routine thing ... if he was there, she might go in and see him ... maybe.
Before she realized it, she was wrapped in the coat and padding barefoot to the car, keys in hand. The neighborhood was dark and quiet as she started the motor and winced at its quiet deep hum. She eased the car out of the driveway and down the street half a block before she turned on the headlights. She didn't want to cause attraction driving that late at night in the neighborhood. Once out on the main street, she forgot about the cigarettes and drove directly to the theatre.
The theater was dark and the street empty. In fact, the whole block was dark and still, almost ominous as Janet slowly cruised it, looking for some sign of life around the theatre. There was none.
Her heart sank a little and she smiled bravely, remembering he usually parked behind the theatre. She turned up a side-street toward a small parking lot behind the theatre. She almost cried for joy when she saw his car parked, alone and dark, in the small parking lot. It was parked near a door and
Janet thought she saw a light coming from within.
She parked the car and walked to the door. Sure enough, a dim light was coming from inside. Having been to the theatre before, she knew the door was an entrance to the back stage, that if she went inside, she would be standing backstage, behind the screen, facing the auditorium.
She tried the door and found it unlocked. She opened it wide and saw the light was coming from the screen. Keith must be previewing still another film. Hadn't one of his excuses had to do with a film festival? She stepped inside and shut the door. The huge screen in front of her was alive with colored lights. He was watching some movie and it either didn't have a sound track or he had turned it off. It was impossible to tell what the images were on the screen by standing behind it and looking up. It simply was too close and too big to make anything out.
She pulled her coat tight around her and found her way in the dark and flickering light, walking over to the side of the screen. She was going to walk out on stage and do something silly: sing Tea for Two or try to do an old soft shoe. She was going to break him up and make him realize she cared for him!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet was about to step out onto the stage when she froze, still partially hidden in a flickering shadow as the movie went on playing. The auditorium was empty with a cone of light stabbing through the empty blackness, illuminating the screen. Janet was very shortly to learn it was a hard-core pornographic film, a "smoker" or "stag" film. It was a film about a voluptuous Latin girl and a young girl with slim hips and small breasts and short, boyish-type hair. A man forced the two women into wantonly obscene acts.
Janet had yet to see the film. She stopped short like she had been shocked or shot. Before her eyes was a lewd tableau. There, on the stage, on a mattress that had been dragged out, was a frenzy of lascivious pleasure. Janet put her fist in her mouth as she took a deep breath.
There was Keith, and Sybil, and Lewis! All three of them stark naked and oblivious to her! They were behaving like deranged animals as they coupled nakedly together in a depraved insane way.
She saw them with Sybil kneeling naked and lewd on all fours on top of the mattress. Her huge breasts were quivering and dancing under her, glistening in the strange light and covered with a light film of feminine sweat. Her face was livid and ecstatic, also covered with thinly trickling droplets of perspiration as she leaned forward and sucked her husband's cock. Lewis Anderson lay before her eyes naked, his hairy legs spread wide apart. He lay spread-eagled, a dissolute, depraved smile on his face. Heavy cigarette smoke, pungent and musky, drifted through the cone of light coming down from the balcony, from the projection booth. Sybil sucked on her husband's huge cock occasionally rolling her green eyes up to the screen in order to see the obscene action going on there. Lewis was doing the same, half-opening his eyes as Sybil sucked wetly and eagerly on his cock.
But it was Keith that Janet zeroed in on. Keith was kneeling behind her friend Sybil's nakedly undulating buttocks and holding her by the hips and fucking her in the cunt with long, slow, cold-blooded strokes. Her own husband was fucking her best ... no, her former friend! Janet felt her head reel. They'd done to Keith what they did to her! The totality and audacity of what they had done ignited a sudden spark lewdly flaming within her.
She rushed out on the stage screaming at the top of her lungs, ready to attack them all. For a few seconds, all was utter confusion as bodies scattered and regrouped again. In less time than a minute, Keith and Lewis seized Janet as she tried to kick, bite, and scratch. It was a weird scene, the struggle on stage while a movie played on behind them. Janet was shouting and spitting at the men while Sybil stood off to one side, her hands on her hips, her hips thrust out, brazenly, nakedly, amused by her younger friend's struggles. Behind them, on the screen, a giant penis, fully erect, its lust-bloated head filling the screen. Two huge, wet lips appeared and a red, moistly shining tongue slid from a mouth and touched the tip of the huge cock.
"I'm going to fix you all, I'm, I'm going to report you, I'm going to the police. Let me go!"
Janet was wild with rage and indignation. It was irrational, yet she was enraged that she had been so used and easily tricked. Revenge ... a feeling old as time itself ... coursed through her blood. "I'm going to get even with you!" she hissed through vengefully gritted teeth as she struggled against the two men with all her strength.
Both Lewis and Keith were charged with an obscene sexual energy. Right before Janet came screaming onstage, they had been mounting, rising toward an orgasm. Now the orgasm was cut off and they had a half-insane woman to deal with. They stood naked, covered with sweat, their cocks rigid and lust-bloated, covered with Sybil's cunt juice and saliva as they swayed lewdly out in front of them, thickly glistening as they held Janet by her arms.
The sex was over. Or was it? Perhaps it was just beginning!
Instantly, with a clairvoyance born of obscene doings and lewd thoughts that were shared, the two men seemed to be thinking the same thing. They grinned at one another as Keith clapped a free hand over his wife's mouth. Sybil took one of her stockings and helped tie it around her friend's lips, successfully gagging her. Janet breathed through her nose and silently struggled with all her might while behind her, on the screen, a huge, open mouth was taking the throbbing head of a thickly pulsating cock wetly up inside.
The two men held Janet and looked at her. She was bare-footed and dressed in a coat with some kind of negligee on underneath. With Sybil's help, the three naked figures crowded around Janet and stripped off her coat.
Janet's eyes were wide in horror and she shook her head with all her might and struggled so hard both men had to hold her while Sybil stood smiling maliciously in front of her.
Her gypsy-like hair in wild disarray, Sybil stepped forward and using both hands, she ripped the negligee down the front so that it hung like a torn and limp rag from either shoulder. All her naked loveliness was theirs to see: her long youthful legs, the silky smooth inside of her thighs and her slightly bulging mound of Venus that was covered with brown softly curling pubic hair. Her stomach undulated as she fought to get loose while all three of them looked at her naked loveliness: all of it.
Yet, it wasn't enough. Sybil tore every strip from her friend's body while Janet looked at her with beseeching eyes.
The theatre was hot and passions were running high to begin with. They were running out of control now as all three of them looked at one another and read a mutual lewd desire in each eye. It was now or never. They had gone this far and there was no turning back!
Keith seized the initiative with a snarl. He seized his wife and spun her around, forcing her down on the bare mattress while the movie went on behind them. He forced her down on her stomach so that her naked buttocks were exposed. Behind them ... looming over them ... on the screen, that same huge mouth was sucking on the giant cock that was wet and glistening from one end of the screen to the other.
Janet felt the mattress give as Keith pressed her face tightly down into the giving softness. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his cock insinuated in the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks as he rolled half onto her from behind and began to smooth his hand over her naked skin.
She felt the heavy hot feeling of his cock in the crease of her buttocks and her eyes widened with terror again. Intuitively, she knew what they were going to do to her. She shut her eyes and struggled, mumbling against the improvisational gag in her mouth as Keith's big hand moved up to clutch her breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, feel that young firm tit."
They did, each in turn, her friend included. Sybil caressed her nipple with a wantonly depraved smile. Keith's middle finger found her open cunt from behind and he played with it, teasing her clitoris, then thrusting wetly up into the smooth softly yielding walls. From that second on, hands were all over her naked body, kneading and pinching at her breasts, worming salaciously like tiny probing reptiles up into her vainly squirming cunt ... but none were as lewd and lascivious as her own husband, forced her tighter down on her stomach, spread the soft, doughy cheeks of her buttocks apart and began to unmercifully taunt her tightly little puckered anus.
"God, you two ever see anything like that?" he asked wildly of the others. It was almost as if a demon had taken over Keith's body. It didn't sound like her husband. She reasoned he was probably like she had been that night with Lewis and Sybil, driven half-mad by lust and drugs. "Hairless as a newborn babe's ... tighter than a cat's pussy!" The vulgar coarse language and thoughts that came out of him didn't sound like Keith. His voice was guttural and harsh.
"Go on, Keith," Lewis said excitedly, "Fuck her ass-hole! Teach her a lesson, Keith baby, shove your cock up into it!"
Keith hesitated for a second, stung by the Keith baby remark. Then he grinned lewdly and began.
In quivering dread, Janet felt his hands opening the soft, trembling cheeks, drawing her buttocks apart even further. She clenched the smooth ivory spheres tighter and tried to hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes, and as he pressured them further open she could feel the cool air of the room brush over the tightly clenched mouth of her rectum. Then, she gasped and mumbled against the silk stocking gag as a finger teased at her tiny rubbery rectal opening. A sharply abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the finger up to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of her buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist.
Lewis grinned his lewd grin again and thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand causing the young helpless Janet to grunt painfully from deep in her chest while he rotated it around and finger-fucked in and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, in hopeless resignation, Janet relaxed in desperate surrender. She wished she would pass out. She wished they would send her out of her mind with drug and drink ... or now, they would hurry and get it over with. She was helpless, flat on her stomach with Keith's legs lodged between hers, holding them wide apart and exposing her naked loins to him. She couldn't help but gaze in wide-eyed amazement at the giant picture that stretched out of sight on either side and to the top. The camera had pulled back to show a yoimg girl ecstatically sucking on a huge cock.
Above her, Keith saw that she was momentarily diverted and he pulled the heavy foreskin of his uncircumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, then pointed it directly at the tiny puckered ass-hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger.
Once more he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further onto her naked back to slowly lubricate the huge head of his cock crown into her moist open vaginal lips. She shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, wide spread crevice of her ass, its throbbing head poised as though to leap out at her snug, defensively pulsating little anus. Then he raised on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his hungrily throbbing cock directly at the helplessly cringing mouth of her back passage.
And then she felt it, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her anus and she gaped, seeing the movie on the screen and turning her head to see Lewis lewdly caressing Sybil while the two of them watched with passion-lidded eyes. They saw Keith's brutally stiffened cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
Lewis and Sybil crowded closer and sat on the stage next to the mattress and watched, their lust-crazed faces bending close in order to see as they caressed and fondled one another. They saw the grotesquely stretched little anal orifice give more, spreading obscenely, the slipping up over Keith's hardness like a vaseline filled glove and absorbing the heavily probing tip of his cock tightly up inside. The pain spread through her like wild-fire and her face grimaced as Keith grinned victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her futilely protesting rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as the gag worked only too well as automatically her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Keith's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal channel.
"Hold her shoulders down while I left her ass up higher," he grunted to the others. More than anything, Janet was stung by his hard words and harsh voice. He was treating her like she was just another whore to be used, to satiate his lewd demands not his wife.
Janet felt their hands moving on the naked flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Keith lifted her firmly rounded young buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her thighs to push them wide apart to allow his cock to enter deeper into her excruciatingly stretching rectum. She felt warm tears trickling from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat. Lewis and Sybil let go and put their faces scant inches away as they watched Keith mercilessly sodomizing his helplessly kneeling young wife. His heated rod of thick, hard flesh slipped deeper and deeper into the warm soft depths of her defensively clenched little rectum ... until all of a sudden, with a loud smacking noise, it was sunk unbelievably in up to his heavily swaying balls dangling beneath it. Janet had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lay as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack from this strange, lust-incited trio. All they seemed to care about were their carnal pleasures. The hurt was nearly unbearable from Keith's inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest it only served to suck him deeper in to her, stretching the tight resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Janet groaned into her gag again as she could feel the enormous cock pushing solidly into her now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the soft skin of her back passage. She became aware of Keith's hands gripping her hips a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the darkened depths of her ass. The pain continued on and on, and each further thrust brought muffled groans from deep in her throat. The mattress was wet from her tears and he rammed into her with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of cock right up her rectum until she found she could feel his sperm-bloated balls buffeting each time down against the pubic fuzz of her tightly straining cunt lips.
They were a lewd tableau in front of the big screen where a larger, technicolor film was going on. The great cock was in the spasms of an orgasm and shooting cum all over a young girl's face. She was ecstatic as the white hot jets cascaded down on her face in warm, wet trickles of lust.
Lewis, the hot, lust-driven, architect of the whole thing, crawled onto the mattress, forgetting Sybil, his eyes on Janet's widely stretched ass-hole, his cock hard and standing out like some great log fresh cut from the forest. Janet felt him squeeze at one breast and trace his hand down her body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until she thought he might go insane in his desire.
Sybil, her gypsy-red hair hanging, was fascinated by the whole scene before her. She lay on one side, her weight on one elbow, and raised one leg, bending her knee and slithered her tightly bunched fingers together in and out of her wetly pulsating cunt while she watched the two men with her friend.
"Jesus, flip her over, Keith!" Lewis half-shouted at the other man who was bug-eyed concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thick, pulsating penis.
Keith smiled down at his wife's nakedly hollowed back then at Lewis who crouched next to them. He noted, with savage satisfaction that Lewis wasn't saying, "Keith baby" now!"
With a tight, sadistic grin, he grasped her hips again and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another muffled groan from her tightly bound mouth as he lay outstretched beneath her, her smooth, hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his huge throbbing cock lay buried in its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her ass-hole. She was hopelessly skewered like a roasting duckling on a red hot spit of unyielding iron.
Lewis, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled on top of her, forcing his thighs between hers and Keith's, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her open pussy.
Janet groaned piteously into her confining gag as it wormed up into her until she felt his heavy, sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other impaling cock, sunk deep up in her widestretching ass-hole. She whimpered helplessly, her cries muffled, both in the throb of pain and also in thehorrid humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between these two lewdly grinning men who were skewering her mercilessly on their angry, fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her young tender body with only the pitious layer of thin fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt, separating their hardened shafts.
Sybil watched all that was happening in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. She played and fondled with her own aching and twitching cunt, finger-fucking her fingers wetly in and out as she watched Lewis fucking wildly into Janet's hotly grinding young pussy with a maddening anger, while Keith's hips undulated up and down lifting them all three off the mattress, in and out of her friend's ass-hole like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes ... the two of them finally falling into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a helplessly sandwiched rag doll.
Sybil bent over until her face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into her friend's wide-stretched genital openings like high-powered punch drills. She watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Lewis' penis on the out-stroke and disappearing lewdly back inside as he plunged again deep up into her quivering little belly. The same view came to her eyes of Keith's thickly hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the fleshy pink edges of her tightly clenched ass-hole with it, then wetly reaming it back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks.
Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side back against Keith's chest while his fingers teasingly kneaded her breasts, Janet felt only a great wetness and tearing between her legs. She felt soiled and all of her being seemed concentrated down at those two great holes they were drilling between her widespread thighs. Periodically, she tried to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant only of the further stretching of her vaginal passage and the greater pain that followed from Lewis's hard merciless entry.
Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her brown hair and another hand undoing the gag from her mouth. It was a daring thing to do, for she could scream. She could, but she didn't. Instead, she gulped air and felt fingertips opening her mouth. She opened her eyes to see her friend crouching over her and offering her the hardened nipple of one firmly rounded breast. For a moment, she tried to tighten her mouth and resist her, but knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let her friend open them with her fingers and slide her nipple into the moist warm saliva of her mouth.
Janet moaned and her lips tightened around the nipple and she sucked hard, suddenly enjoying her complete debasement. She freed her hands and caressed her older friend lewdly, unashamedly, while the two men watched and, spurred on by her obscene, lesbianic behavior, they fucked harder. Suddenly, she was enjoying the thing she was afraid of most: her own lascivious sensuality. She loved it! She knew what was happening and she loved it!
She pulled her mouth free from her friend's breast and spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Oh, God, fuck it. Fuck it, pleeeeeeeeaaaasssssseeeeeeee..." She was suddenly grunting thickly to each continuing thrust they made into her cunt and ass-hole. Wild and almost crazed with their passion, them became, fucking into her without mercy, yet, and yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her while Sybil madly fondled her breasts and she grasped her friend's body and caressed her cunt and buttocks with feverishly searching hands. All four of them began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon.
" A aaaaaahhhhhh , oooooohhhhhh, eeeeeeeehhhhhh into me! Split me! Hurt meeeeeee! Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking!" Janet cried out to them and to the dark abandoned auditorium. She thought of the theatre filled with people watching her being debased and a wantonly dark thrill coursed through her, heightening her maddened lust. "Fuck me!" Janet cried out to them, egging them on now, the lewd, salacious thought of having two men fucking into her at the same time while the pungently seeping sweat made them slip and slide wetly over her voluptuously writhing young body. Probing hands were all over her nakedly squirming flesh and she was driven into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust.
On and on it went ... the rising crescendo of it ... the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in her cunt from above and rectum below. Her mind exploded and nothing else mattered ... nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God, fill me with your cum! Shoot it into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a greedily sucking baby's mouth around the heavily hardened cocks pounding into her.
And then Keith began to shout obscenities and, at that second, Janet, her body writhing and twisting like a belly dancer between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot, deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cream deep, deep up into her welcomely sucking bowels. Then, Lewis grunted and rammed his huge cock as far up into her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, and his throbbing prick let loose and began spewing its thickly white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her hungrily trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her. . .
And then it was over...
For a long time their panting filled the still air of the auditorium as light from the screen flickered over their bodies. Although none of them had paid , attention, the film had gone on. Finally, Lewis rolled from between her legs, his limp sperm-drained cock slipping from her vagina like pulling the stopper from a tub full of water. Then her husband lifted her from him, his cock popping out of her semen-flooded little rectal passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound ... and she was lying there alone. Her legs still obscenely spread as they left her, the refreshing air of the room a cool, soothing medication to her raped and ravished genitals.
Sybil looked at them lying naked and exhausted around her and her body ached and longed to be fucked as her friend, Janet, had just been. She shivered, knowing she wanted them to do to her what they had done to her friend ... she knew she wouldn't be happy or sexually satisfied until they had defiled her body and fucked her completely senseless.
Up on the screen, a young girl, no more than sixteen, was naked and kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room. She was surrounded by four men ... all of them with large, obscenely erect cocks. They were reaching down and fondling her breasts as she sucked one man's prick while her hands caressed the other cocks.
Sybil grinned lewdly and lay down on the mattress that smelled of sweat and pungent expended male cum. She spread her legs obscenely wide. All of them were watching the huge film now. She knew it wouldn't be long before they were all aroused again. She could tell it was going to be a long and wonderful night. Maybe even the best night of her life.
