Modern American society is a rare mixture of numerous forms of life-style. A class distinction would at best be a poor measure of these forms in America today, as so many psychological and environmental influences dictate the way we live. Security, however, is one factor that can be used to define the American character.
Being secure encompasses many things, not just amounts of money, which is often mistaken as being the determinant. For example, a healthy middle-class worker may psychologically be far more secure than the wealthier business executive with a heart condition.
This two-part series of which this novel is the first, deals with a wealthy family that, to all outward appearances, has the potential of being secure. The Russell family is a powerful force that reaches into many lives in the area of their business enterprise. Though they are not representative of the average family in similar circumstances, with their own particular life-style, they serve to represent an element in America which is becoming an increasing threat to the security of the family unit in two ways.
The first way is when individuals in a potentially secure situation develop unusual lifestyles that lead to their preying on the insecure. When this occurs, a second possibility develops, as they discover that their actions have created an insecurity of a different nature in themselves, and they begin to prey on each other. This can lead to their eventual destruction.
This book deals with the first element. Grant Russell, the only son of Howard Russell, and his young wife Valerie, become involved with a compatible group in the practice of wife swapping. It is their desire to entertain the group by involving an unsuspecting employee, Bill Compton, and his wife Carolyn, as a cruel and senseless joke. Thus, Grant Russell takes the first step toward possible downfall, by preying on innocent, insecure victims.
The author has made a remarkably detailed study of cause and effect factors in the everyday lives of otherwise ordinary citizens. Although the vivid examination is sometimes shocking in what it reveals about these people, the author does not overlook the possibility of a way out, by showing that there is hope for the victims.
The publishers are grateful for this far-reaching survey into the potentially destructive misunderstanding of what constitutes real security, and particularly for having the insight to show where real security can be found within the structure of the family.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The tan sand of the dunes looked warm and inviting, so Valerie Russell kicked off her shoes to feel the warmth against her bare feet. As she strolled out onto the rolling beach that appeared to stretch endlessly to the blue horizon, Valerie realized that it had been a long time since she had last walked through the Sand City dunes. It felt good to be back at the familiar place of her childhood, and all of the problems that had brought her to return seemed for the moment unimportant. She began to run, her feet picking up little wisps of sand as she hurried to the top of a smooth mound of hot sand. Reaching the top, she stopped and looked out over the blue half-moon shape of the sweep ing Monterey Bay glistening in the bright afternoon sun. The sight nearly brought tears to her eyes.
The cool spring breeze coming in off the bay lifted the long black strands of her hair back off her shoulders. Except for the movement of her hair and dress, she looked like a statue goddess surveying her sand and sea domain. The sharp pointed features of her face were like those of a model, but her full body gave her a womanly appearance which denied such a profession. She was soft where a woman should be soft, and her round pointed breasts stood out in emphasis to this fact. In spite of her voluptuous breasts, Valerie always carried herself with a perfect posture uncommon for a woman of such a build. Her narrow waist tapered smoothly in as an accent to the full twin globes of her round firm buttocks. Her legs, long graceful and tan, rarely had nylons covering them. Although she looked slightly older than her twenty years, Valerie appeared more innocent than a sixteen-year-old, even though she was a bitch.
Valerie began walking down the dunes toward the water and the old structure of the sand mining operations. Feeling the sand falling down around her feet as she descended a small hill, her thoughts drifted back to the unpleasant scene that had brought her to pay a visit to the dunes and its accompanying memories. She and Grant Russell had been married two months that morning, and they had gotten into an argument over the actions of Grant's father. Although she would never let on to his father how she felt, Valerie had chastised Grant over the way he let Howard run their life. It was a sore subject with Grant, and he had been defensive immediately. Now, Valerie wondered to herself why she had even bothered to bring the subject up with Grant.
Valerie did not like the way her father-in-law looked at her, and if she had more insight into her own feelings, she would have recognized why she was bothered by Howard's pushy ways. She had to admit to herself that she liked what Howard Russell stood for, as he was quite wealthy and becoming more so all the time. Russell Enterprises was involved in one way or another with every major business dealing in the entire area. Howard had put Grant in charge of the real estate division, but this only amounted to managing properties they already owned. The holdings were extensive, including a chain of motion picture theaters, but it still left Grant out of all the real speculative deals the company was involved in from time to time. Valerie recognized that what the position did do for Grant was to leave him under Howard's thumb at all times, and it also left him out of the inner circle of Peninsula politics and society that Valerie was anxious to get into. The only door open to that was with Howard, and that irked Valerie no end, as she knew that she couldn't manipulate Howard like she did Grant.
Valerie had come to the conclusion that at least for the time being, she would have to be satisfied with the setup that Grant provided her. Though it wasn't the Point area where Grant's mother and father lived, the Meadows community was certainly nothing to complain about, and it was far better than anything Valerie had ever had before. The Meadows was an upper middle class, or as Valerie liked to say, a lower upper class residential community on a hill near the coast. Their home was one of the largest in the area, and Valerie had two fulltime live-in helpers to take care of the house. She had discovered how closely knit the community was, when the day after she and Grant had returned from their honeymoon, they went to a "special" gathering at the home next door. Grant hadn't told her about these gatherings, but when Valerie discovered what it was all about, she wasn't in the least surprised. Actually, Valerie had been pleased when she realized her sex life wouldn't be limited to Grant. Nearly the entire community was involved in a wife-swapping club, although some were more active than others, and Valerie had immediately taken to the idea on the most active basis. In fact, the only thing about the club that had bothered her was the knowledge that she had not recognized that part of Grant's character when she had chased him. She had known him to be open-minded about sex, and although she had played hard-to-get at first, Valerie had given in to Grant's advances a short time after they had started going together. After that, she remained coy and made a game of their sexual encounters, and she believed that he was only interested in sex with her. If Grant hadn't asked her to marry him when he did, she would have gotten pregnant to encourage him. She saw in Grant that chance to get ahead in life which she had been dreaming about as long as she could remember.
Valerie strolled past the old sand mining operation, the weather-worn wood shacks looking unchanged after four years. She squinted up into the sun to look at the towering structure that appeared to still be in use, and wondered again why it was necessary to the process. She never could figure out how the operation worked, even though she had watched it going for hours when she had lived nearby.
When she came up to the dunes, she was very careful not to drive by the street where she had lived with her Aunt. She had never known her mother or father, and knew very little about them except for the small amount of information she had been able to pry out of her Aunt. She didn't ever learn her father's name, and she had long ago stopped caring about it. She only knew that he was a truck driver of the big cross country rigs, and that he probably never knew he had a daughter. Her mother had died when Valerie was born. Her Aunt had taken her from the first, and Valerie would have thought she was her mother, if her Aunt hadn't been such an old maid.
The one thing that remained foremost in her memory of Aunt Helen was the constant lectures about the evils of sex and how it had killed Valerie's mother. Her childhood had been a series of lectures and restrictions, and the only freedom that Valerie could recall was her being permitted to walk on the dunes. That was why the dunes meant so much to her, even including the horrible thing that had happened there when she was just sixteen. Of course, Valerie had started hating her Aunt Helen some years before that event. She hadn't cared much about the fact that they were poor and lived in the old wooden house, but when the boy in her class, Valerie couldn't recall his name, had asked her for a date and her Aunt wouldn't let her go, she began to hate her Aunt fiercely. After that, Valerie went down on the dunes after school every day, regardless of the weather, until the day she came upon those four members of the Hell's Angels.
Running up a short hill of sand, Valerie looked down into a natural formation that occurs sometimes in the dunes which she called a "pit." The rolling sand was constantly changing shape from the wind, and sometimes a deep hole would form as if a giant scoop had dug out the sand in one place. From the bottom of the pit all that could be seen was sand all around and the sky above. Valerie half-slid, and half-walked down to the bottom. It had been in just such a "pit" that she had come upon the four Hell's Angels when she was sixteen, and she sat down in the warm sand while looking at the high walls of sand that gave her that all-too-familiar feeling.
She could vividly remember that day when she had come to the edge of the pit and had seen them sitting at the bottom drinking from a bottle of wine. She had been startled at first as she hadn't heard a sound until she stood right on the edge, and she had felt a curious fear that told her to turn around and run. But another feeling that came over her had made her stay where she was, and then when they had seen her and waved to her to join them, she had gone down to the bottom, knowing that it was wrong and shaking from fear of what might happen. Her worst fears had been realized a few moments after reaching them.
Valerie could feel the warmth of the sand pressing up between her legs, and the whole incident of the day some four years past jumped quickly to mind. It was as if the whole thing was happening to her again.
All four of them looked filthy and mean in their dirty scroungy clothes. The tall skinny one with the swastika on his jacket grabbed her the minute she got within his reach, throwing her in the same motion down hard onto her back, and when he fell down heavily on top of her, she only then let out a scream. She kept screaming until he slapped her hard across the face. It was at that moment that Valerie knew she was going to be raped, and she remembered being weirdly excited about it even though she was shaking from fear.
She thought about sex a lot, and often talked with other girls in school about it, always trying to sound knowledgeable on the subject. But Valerie had only caught a glimpse of the male penis through an open window of the boys' locker room at the gym one afternoon, and until that day on the dunes, she had only imagined what it might feel like inside her. She had often put her finger into her vagina when lying in bed late at night, and the pleasure it had given her always made her feel guilty when she faced her Aunt the next morning. So when the Hell's Angel held her down on the sand, she experienced the strange feeling of excited anticipation mixed with fright.
When she stopped screaming from the blow on her face, the drunk and filthy man on top of her pulled out a long knife and waved it at her. "One peep out of you, and I'll cut you into little pieces!" he said, with a sneer. The shiny knife didn't make her feel any worse, but Valerie knew that she wouldn't even put up a token resistance with that threatening her. She only whimpered slightly and stared wide-eyed as the skinny man pulled down his tight pants. The other three just stood ready to pounce on her if she moved a muscle until the skinny one motioned to one of them to pull off her dress. Then the one that appeared to be most drunken leaned his bearded, winey-smelling face close to her, and, calling her "girlie," pulled her dress up to her shoulders while another one spread his jacket under her buttocks. Valerie just lay limp while they went about the preparations, not really seeing anything but the long thin penis of the skinny one, as he stroked it into a full erection. The others pulled her bra off, roughly fondling her full breasts, but they left her panties for the skinny one to remove. He removed them in a way Valerie could never forget.
Leaning forward, he picked up the long knife again, while still holding his erect penis with the other hand. Putting the flat side of the cold steel blade against her smooth white hip, he slid the knife up beneath the edge of her panties until the tip protruded out the top of them.
"Big daddy's gonna put his cock into that little cunt of yours, and you better make me happy!" he said, and he drew the knife up suddenly cutting cleanly through the filmy material of her panties. Then quickly, he ran the knife up along the other leg, cutting through the material with the same motion. Throwing the knife aside, he reached down and folded the cut panties down to reveal the sparse, hair-covered area of her young virginal pussy.
The knife act had made Valerie start shaking again, but when she heard the crude words and when her vagina was exposed suddenly to the cool air, the exhilarating sensation of being naked before a man brought a strange vile pleasure to her mind. Even though the stench of wine was all around her, and the four Hell's Angels looked more horrible than anyone she had ever seen before, Valerie's only thought was to have that long thin penis pointing at her, buried up between her legs. She was scared, but the knowledge that she would finally experience what she had often dreamed about, overshadowed her fears. For a brief second, the thought of her Aunt seeing her being raped, nearly made her laugh, but that image quickly faded when the skinny man pushed her thighs wide apart.
He was visibly drooling as he prodded his long dirty finger into the soft bush of pubic hair covering her vagina. When it made contact with her clitoris, she felt the familiar jolt of electric pleasure shoot through her body from the sensitive nerve end. He rubbed it for what seemed like several delicious minutes, and it grew hard from the incessant manipulation. She could feel the warm moisture forming down between her thighs, and the other's rough hands on her breasts made her tiny pink nipples harden to their touch. Valerie stared up past their lust-filled gazes to the graying sky of late afternoon fog and let the sensations of their fondling take over her entire being.
"Hurry up! We want our turn," someone said, and Valerie felt a long finger suddenly run down the flows of her vaginal lips and stop at the tight entrance to her dampened vagina. She held back a cry as it suddenly plunged up inside her tight passage its full length. The walls of her vagina clamped down on the intruder involuntarily, and she had to make a conscious effort to relax her muscles, knowing that there was much more to follow. It seemed like his finger had been inside her for just a second when he withdrew it, and she wanted him to work it in her more before attempting to put his long penis in her virgin passage. She looked down between her legs to see what he was doing, just as he leaned forward and pressed the purple swollen tip of his penis against the tight opening of her vagina.
"Put it in," he commanded, his teeth clenched in a lewd sneer. Seeing the mindless hate in his bloodshot eyes for the first time made her heart start pounding wildly, and she hesitated for an instant too long, and his hand suddenly smashed into the side of her face with brutal force. Valerie thought she was going to pass out from the blow, and she struggled to clear her swimming head as she reached down to take hold of his rock-hard penis. She was too frightened to cry or do anything except obey his demands.
She wiggled her trembling buttocks down against the jacket on the sand with inexperienced clumsiness at parting the flesh around her vagina. She held her hand absolutely still, feeling the hot life swirling almost evilly around inside the hard, unfamiliar instrument that was laying stiffly in her palm. He began to laugh at her awkward attempt, and slowly pressed his long penis against her aching vaginal passage. Her mouth fell open as she gasped aloud when the smooth rubbery head of his penis suddenly pressed harder against then unexpectedly popped inside her vagina. The quick pain was more than she had expected, and she desperately tried to jerk her hips away from the blunt, lustfully throbbing instrument, but he was fast to see her reaction, and pressed down hard against her. His long, drilling cock sank in a couple of more inches.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" Valerie screamed aloud from the added pain of the penetrating instrument inside her vagina. She released her hold of his long cock while throwing her legs out wide to ease the pain of his entry into the virginal womb. She suddenly felt as though she could never get the long rod up her tight unused passage without tearing herself in half. The pain was hot and sharp, and her whole body shuddered in response to the anguished helplessness of the situation. She no longer was frightened of the skinny man's knife or threats, but instead, her mind was totally absorbed with easing the terrible pain emanating from down between her legs. She closed her eyes tightly as her head swelled with blood, and she fought against her body's involuntary reactions, consciously trying to relax her muscles around the hard, mercilessly invading cock. The others were talking, but their words seemed long distances away, lost somewhere outside her immediate thoughts. She forced her mind to concentrate on what was being said in the background.
"Take it easy, humper! Don't stretch her too much for us!" one of them said drunkenly. They were kneeling down around her head and shoulders, pinning her body down with strong grips on her arms. One was hungrily fondling her breasts, but Valerie was no longer aware of it.
"Oh! NO! PLEASE!" she cried, her young body shaking in helpless fear as the skinny boy pushed hard forward again, driving his long cock still deeper into her tight, clasping pussy. But this time the sharp pain did not come again, and only the dull aching sensation remained. Valerie was able for an instant to let her muscles relax, just as he plunged his long cock inside her stretched hot vaginal passage to its full depth. His final lunge came as a surprise that totally startled her as she felt his pubic hair press tightly against and tangle with her own sparse bushy hair between her legs. She felt as though she was pinned down to the earth beneath her buttocks, and the hot ripping pain seemed to transmit down and bounce back up inside her womb over and over again. Sweat ran in great drips off her forehead to wet down her long black hair over her pain contorted face.
The skinny man didn't wait for her to adjust to his penis buried deep inside her tight resisting vagina. He immediately began to withdraw the long fleshy column until only the thickly swollen purple tip remained inside her, and he then lunged forward again, driving the long hard fleshy rod back down her wet passage, crashing his pelvis against her exposed cunt, the long hard instrument buried to the hilt. His balls slapped noisily against Valerie's tiny naked anus.
"OOOoohhhhhh!" she gasped, from the quick sawing out and in movement the boy made, but the pain was strangely mixed with a new pleasure that Valerie had never before known. In spite of the pain she could clearly recognize the feel of his balls hitting against her sensitive exposed anus, and the sensation of the hot flesh pressed into her open rectal crevice made her feel more naked than she had ever thought remotely possible. The full immensity of what was happening to her finally sank clearly into her mind, that she was being raped, and that she weirdly somehow wanted it to happen! She wanted the lewd vile man jamming his long hard cock way up inside her young, tight pussy. She wanted to be fucked by all of them, her bastard cunt pounded by each cock like a series of blows against her old maid, bitchy Aunt. She often had dreamed of being fucked for the first time, and it had to be vile and dirty just like her Aunt had always said it would be. But to spite her Aunt, Valerie was determined to enjoy it, and she was not surprised when the pain was gradually replaced by a fabulous sensation burning deep within her hot wet young belly.
The skinny Hell's Angel was viciously ramming his cock up her tight clasping passage with all his strength. He was sweating profusely, his black leather jacket still zipped up to his neck. His pants were bunched down around his ankles, and the pants legs were still tucked into his boot-tops. He was fucking into Valerie with a new sense of urgency, and his friends were verbally goading him on to the finish.
"Fuck her, man, shove it up to her hot little tits!" she could hear from a hot breath close to her nakedness.
Valerie bent her knees up high so as to better arch her hips up when he made his downward thrusts. His long hot flesh searing into her wet lusting tunnel was igniting a need in her womb for more and more. The soreness of her vagina was overpowered by the electric explosions from the nerves along the sensuous passage, as his long cock pistoned deeper yet into her belly. Her new joy was as much masochistic pleasure, as it was a need to be fulfilled. She had no idea what would happen to her lusting womb when his blood-swelled cock began spewing hot white sticky cum deep inside her, but she could feel that something sensational was drawing nearer and nearer. She was excitedly pleased when she saw the complete rapture overtake his long skinny face.
"Oh, fuck! She's hot!" he yelled suddenly, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Yeah, man! Hurry! Do it!" Shoot your load into her!" the others answered with equal excitement. They were all taken by the animal-like change that had come over the young girl. She was fucking the skinny man back with the same, if not greater, intensity of passion.
Every dirty word that Valerie had whispered in secret conversations with her best girl friend began to flash through her mind. She wanted to hear herself say them out loud to the four Hell's Angels, and the words began pouring out of her mouth.
"Shit! Fuck! Cunt! Mother-fucker, cock!" she yelled in the rhythm of the long, hard column pounding in and out of her steaming vagina. Almost magically, the words seemed to turn the skinny man into a wild bull, and a large drop of spittle ran out of the corner of his mouth, just as he slammed his cock deep into her burning, upturned womb. Valerie arched up her hips higher as she realized that he was going to cum, and she wanted to feel every drop of his hot searing sperm squirting into her belly.
"OOOHHH! WWOOWW!" he yelled, and he bucked crazily down onto her young body and his cock began to jerk out his sticky hot cum.
The others began to hit themselves excitedly, and they danced around to take up positions in line.
Valerie thought she could feel the rolling motion of flesh like a great wave, just before the hugely swollen cock began spewing out the hot liquid deep inside her womb. Everything seemed to be happening so fast that she consciously tried to slow it down in her mind, in order to fully comprehend what she was feeling. She could feel the hot little stabs of his cum filling her cunt with the strange wonderful sensations, but she couldn't distinguish the heated pleasure from what she wanted to reach herself.
"Yes! Fuck it! FUCK IT! FUCK IT!" she screamed over and over, but his long hard cock stopped spewing liquid before she could reach that mysterious pinnacle that she knew she must have. Suddenly the long cock was pulled out of her still hungrily clasping cuntal passage, and Valerie opened her eyes to see the skinny man backing slowly from between her lewdly splayed legs as the bearded Hell's Angel excitedly lunged at her. His pants were already down around his bare feet, and a thick white penis stood out from a black tangle of pubic hair that seemed to cover his entire lower torso. As he fell down between her opened out stretched legs, Valerie grabbed his erect purple-veined shaft with her hand, and arched her lusting vagina up to it.
"Hot bitch! Hot bitch!" the bearded man groaned as he shoved his anxious cock down her already cum-filled passage. Her tight clasping vagina around his thick prick nearly made him lose his load right then and there.
Valerie closed her eyes, not caring who it was that belonged to the driving flesh inside her cunt. She was only interested in putting the hot fire in her flaming belly out. That thick cock fucking into her felt good, and she was determined to enjoy every instant that it remained in her cunt. She could hear the other men talking about her, and their lewd words made her passion even more intense than it had been with the first guy. She found that she was getting on a track that led to the pleasure-hell she desperately had wanted. Each movement of the thick penis along her wet passage sent waves of pure pleasure that seemed to consume her body in a total fire all its own. Through her desire-wrought daze she was reminded of the time that she had been caught by a giant wave at this same beach, and had been spun around by its force, until she didn't know which way was up. It had been all-consuming, completely overpowering, and the sensations crashing now through her body were engulfing her like that with every thrust of the hard flesh within her cunt.
"Give it to me, give it to me! OOOhhh! OOOOOoohhh! A A AAaaagggghhhh!" Valerie screwed her burning passage up the full length of the hairy man's giant cock as the first wave of her climax ripples coursed madly through her body. When he pressed down hard against her cumming pussy, she kicked her legs lewdly out wide in the air, throwing sand all around their joined bodies. His throbbing cock seemed to swell even larger as it began pumping hot liquid up inside her womb to mix with her own gushing climax. His hair-covered legs brushed every nerve-end of her inner thighs, sending even greater sensations out over every inch of her lust-hungry body. She thought she was going to explode from the joy that was rolling with mammoth spasms from deep within her hot womb. Her vagina contracted again and again, spilling out the mixed sticky liquids of their mutual climax, and the liquid's warmth ran down over her wide-open crevice to her anus, matting down the black thick pubic hair that covered the bearded man's balls. His pounding jerking cock kept spurting out more and more cum, and Valerie didn't want it ever to stop. It was the first climax she had ever experienced in her life, and she experienced it several times again that foggy afternoon while each of the gang took turns fucking her again and again. It was dark before they all finally became exhausted from raping her, and they let her stagger out of the pit after making a halfhearted threat to kill her if she opened her mouth about them to anyone.
She had half-walked, and half-crawled on shaky legs down to the beach, and holding her dress up around her breasts, she waded out into the cold water of the bay. She stood waist-deep in the mild surf for several minutes until the cold water had sufficiently revived her to make the walk back to the house where she and her Aunt lived.
Darkness came quickly to the dunes, and Valerie crossed the generally deserted sands, holding her dress up to let her body dry in the cool evening air. She wondered if her Aunt would notice that she was missing a pair of panties and she tried to think of some excuse in case she had to make one up. She was sure she was going to "get it" anyway for being out so late, so she decided against thinking about the panties for the time being. It wasn't until she saw the old wooden house ahead that the guilty feeling came over her. The guilt was born of a fear of her Aunt more than anything else. She had liked what had happened to her in the pit that afternoon, but she knew that it had to remain a secret with herself, for if her Aunt ever found out about it, she would be worse off than the four Hell's Angels if they were prosecuted for rape.
Valerie smoothed out her dress, touching her sensitive loins as she did so before entering the house. Her vagina was sore, but she knew that the soreness would go away long before she would have the opportunity to have sex again. At that moment she made up her mind to move out of her Aunt's house the day she turned eighteen, and swore that after that she would never again return. She had seen what sex did to those four men on the beach that afternoon, and she knew that she could use her body to get a position where she would never again want for a single thing.
Valerie figured she was lucky that evening as her Aunt was going down the street to some other old maid's house to play bridge, and she had only gotten hit good once with the wooden spoon for being on the dunes after dark. Her Aunt had been in too much of a hurry to bother to say much of anything, or to do anymore after that, and Valerie went to bed early without any dinner to dream about the day she could forever leave the old biddie's house by herself.
It was the sound of a bulldozer that brought Valerie's thoughts back from four years past. She stood up, brushing the sand from her clothes, and then she climbed up out of the sandy pit. She looked at her watch when she noticed how low the sun had gotten, and she realized that she had been daydreaming in the pit for over an hour. She looked around the rolling sands once more before starting back to where she had left her car. She thought it so strange that she couldn't see the bulldozer she had oddly enough heard while still at the bottom of the pit. Sounds didn't usually carry down into those sandy holes, and so she was sure that the bulldozer must have been close. But now it was nowhere to be seen. The old, ramshackle sand mining operation's structure looked the same, yet she thought it would somehow mysteriously start up.
Valerie was laughing out loud by the time she reached her car. She was laughing at herself for letting the ancient shifting sands play tricks with her mind, as it had so often done while she was growing up. She had shared many secrets with the sands then, and the sands and four motorcycle riders somewhere were the only ones that had ever known about that foggy afternoon when she was just sixteen.
The interior of her Aston Martin was hot, so Valerie rolled down the window and sat there with her feet out of her door, to brush the sand off before putting her shoes back on. She was fond of the sand and the secret of her first sexual experience that the sands had guarded so well for years. She never had told anyone about it, and she had kept the promise she had made that night by leaving her Aunt's house the day of her eighteenth birthday. To the present day she hadn't ever laid eyes on her Aunt again. Of course, the going at first had been rough. She didn't have a job or even a place to stay when she moved out with only the clothes she could wear at the time she left. But after two nights at a girl friend's house, Valerie had found a job and rented a room at a nearby boarding house. That had given her the freedom to find the job she wanted, and it only took her two months to land the receptionist job at the tennis club near the Meadows. After a week there, she started dating the club pro, and he was the one who eventually introduced her to Grant Russell. She knew all about Grant from her conversations with some of the other club employees, plus she had checked the club's records regarding him. It hadn't been until she learned about Grant's father, Howard, that Valerie decided conclusively that she was going to marry Grant.
Valerie slipped on her shoes, and started the purring engine of the Aston Martin. When she drove off toward the highway going south, she was careful not to drive past the street where the old wood house was. She didn't know that her Aunt had died the year before.
CHAPTER TWO
Grant's car was not in the garage when Valerie pulled into the long driveway toward their house. She was glad he wasn't there yet, as it would save her from having to explain where she had been all afternoon. Rosie, their maid, was in the laundry room next to the garage, and she came out to open the door of the car for Valerie.
"Good evening, Missis," Rosie said automatically as Valerie climbed out of the low car. Rosie looked older than the forty-five years she was, when she was working around the house, but her straggly blond hair was all that created the effect of age. She was of Scandinavian descent, quite strong and heavily built. She tol erated Valerie with an indifference formed by her twenty-four years of working for the Russell family. Howard Russell had hired her as a nursemaid for Grant the week before Grant was born, and at that time she had known that she was hired as much for Howard's needs as for taking care of Grant. Howard had never been satisfied with his wife Linda alone, and for several years while Rosie had kept her good looks trim, Howard had often visited Rosie in the night. Ever since Grant had moved into his own house, however, Rosie had been working just for him, and the only sex she got was from the butler of one of the neighbors down the street. She was planning to visit him that evening if Valerie didn't have any special work for her.
"Thank you, Rosie," Valerie said as she stood next to the large blond woman. She had guessed correctly herself about the real reasons for Howard's having hired Rosie, the very first time she had met Grant's nursemaid. "Mr. Russell hasn't been home yet today?" she asked, her statement sounding as much like a fact as it seemed a question.
"No, Missis. He hasn't called, either."
Valerie went straight into her bedroom and stripped off her clothes so that she could shower before Grant would be returning home from his office. She got into the large, multi-spray shower stall, and just let the warm water splash all over her voluptuous body. The little gnawing sensation deep in her womb was still very much present from the excitement she had felt while thinking back to the day when she was raped. The warm jets of water hitting her body made the sensation grow even stronger, and she stood with her legs apart in the spot she favored most in the shower. The lower nozzles were pointing up at just the right angle to direct the fine spray up into the area between her smooth white thighs. She stood there, enjoying the sensations for several minutes before she remembered that she was in a hurry to be ready for Grant's arrival.
She toweled herself quickly, the tingling feel in her pussy still insistent, and she decided not to put on any bra or panties. She pulled a long housedress out of her well-stocked closet, and slipped it over her naked body. Then, after running a brush through her hair for a short moment, she went to the bar in their large den to gather together the necessary equipment for mixing a batch of martinis. She had just put the ice into the glass pitcher when she heard Grant's car pull into the driveway. Glancing at herself in the mirror by the hall, she went to greet him.
"Oh, darling, I'm so glad you're home! I've been worried about you!" Valerie said as Grant came through the door. She threw her arms around his strong back, kissing him on the lips in the same motion. Grant returned the kiss somewhat surprisedly after the argument they had had earlier in the day.
"Got tied up at the office, Val. It's really been a busy day," Grant said after she had backed away from him to take his coat. He was lying, and Valerie knew it by the taste of gin in his mouth. He had been at a bar with his father for the past two hours, but he didn't want his wife to know.
"Darling, I must apologize for the way I talked to you this morning. I just don't know what came over me. I guess I'm just the bitchy wife who hates seeing her husband being taken advantage of," Valerie exclaimed, her voice soft and mellow. She knew exactly how to put Grant at ease, and she led him by the hand to their den, guiding him into a large stuffed leather chair. "I was just getting ready to make a batch of martinis, you sit there and I'll bring you one."
Grant watched his wife as she walked to the bar in the corner of the large room. It was her natural beauty that impressed him more than anything else, and he loved to just sit and watch her move in her graceful manner. He decided to tell her about his meeting with Howard.
"Do you want vodka or gin, darling?" Valerie asked, holding up the gin bottle over the glass pitcher. She was sure he was going to talk about what he had been doing that afternoon.
"Gin. I've already been drinking gin," Grant replied. He had a way of saying it that made everything sound like it was perfectly acceptable and correct. He could tell a lie about something, and the next moment tell something different about the same subject while sounding as if he dared someone to call him a liar. This habit had been common with him since his early childhood. Grant Russell was average in size and build, and everyone always said he looked most like his mother, Linda. It was probably because of his sandy-colored hair, but there the resemblance ended. His most outstanding feature was his liquid light blue eyes which more than anything else about him had accounted for his success with girls. He was a spoiled brat from the day he was born, and living away from his parents hadn't changed him a bit.
Valerie brought a tray with two glasses and the pitcher of martinis over to the chair where Grant was sitting. Setting it down on a small table, she poured out a perfect martini, no olive, for Grant. She always put two olives in her own glass. Sitting down on the arm of the chair, she handed the drink to Grant, and picking up her own glass, she clicked her glass against his before taking a sip of the dry gin and vermouth.
"I had a couple of drinks with Howard this afternoon," Grant announced casually, after taking a sip of his drink. He always referred to his mother and father by their first names when he talked about them to anyone else. Then Grant lied once again. "He told me that I would have more responsibilities on the job soon."
"Excuse me, sir." Jorge, their Bolivian-born cook, who doubled as their butler, was standing at the door to the den.
"What is it, Jorge?" Valerie asked quietly. She was upset that Jorge had walked in at that moment, as she knew that Grant would have the chance to change the subject.
"When would you like me to have dinner ready?" Jorge inquired in his usual staid manner. He was in his fifties, but his face didn't have a single line on it. His skin was a tannish bronze shade that contrasted in a unique way with his pure white hair. Unlike Rosie, he was always as neat as a pin, his clothes never showing the slightest hint that he worked in them. That wasn't why Rosie didn't like Jorge. She thought he was a homosexual, and she made it a point to never let their duties in the house come in conflict. The truth was that Jorge was asexual, he just wasn't interested in sex.
"In one hour will be fine, Jorge. Please see that we are not disturbed until then." Valerie had a sharp warning tone in her voice that she knew Jorge would surely understand. She didn't want the telephone or anything to interrupt them for an hour, and Jorge would see to it that they had privacy.
As soon as Jorge had closed the door, Valerie slowly turned to Grant, looking at him to continue his story of the meeting with Howard, but Grant had already dropped that subject. His eyes were staring dreamily out at space while he slowly sipped at his martini.
"Do you remember my mentioning the new theatre manager I hired last week?" Grant asked, after a moment. A very slight grin showed at the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, darling. I remember your mentioning it." Valerie replied casually. She wondered what Grant was leading up to, and she waited for him to go on.
"His name is Bill Compton. I went down to the theatre he's managing today, and his wife was there." Grant was into his story-telling mood when he liked to drag out the point at which he was driving. "You know, it's our turn next to hold the 'gathering,' and, well, I was thinking of providing some rather special entertainment for our group of friends.
Valerie felt that usual little sensuous sensation flaring up in her womb again, and she looked quizzically at Grant. "What kind of entertainment do you have in mind, darling?" she asked impatiently. She was anxious for him to get to the point, because she was already sure it was going to excite him to talk about it.
"Well, I was thinking it would be nice to prepare a little show starring Mr. Compton, and then invite the Comptons over for the 'gathering.' It could prove to be highly entertaining and very amusing," Grant grinned broadly, his eyes flashing brightly with devilish delight.
"What makes you think they will be taken in so easily?" Valerie pressed. She wanted Grant to explain all of the details he had in mind.
"He works for me, doesn't he?!" Grant nearly shouted with a lewd laugh emanating from deep within his throat. "Of course, I may need your help in handling Mrs. Compton," he added, looking at Valerie for approval.
She stared back at Grant, and a thin smile played over her lips. "What is this Mrs. Compton like? Tell me about her, Grant," she pleaded. Her belly was beginning to stir with excitement as she waited for Grant to go on with his story.
"Well, she's a little thin, but she looked very young and innocent to me. I believe she is the type to worry about just about everything that happens to them. I'm sure she is unsure of her husband's new position, and rightly so!" Grant started laughing loudly at his little personal joke. Valerie watched his glee with an inner disgust at how base he was proving to be. She wanted to hear the plans that Grant had for his new manager's wife.
Valerie moved away from the arm of the chair and placed her knees on either side of Grant's legs so that she was on his lap and facing him. Without saying a word, she reached down and unzipped the fly of his pants. Grant stopped laughing abruptly as he looked down at her hand just while she was pulling his hardening cock free of his pants.
"Tell me what you plan to do with her, darling!" She said again, and she began to gently stroke his penis into a full erection. Grant watched her hand running up and down his fleshy column, and he decided to tease his wife a little.
"You know, Val. You know what I plan to do with her!" he exclaimed with a note of stillness in his voice. He could feel the insistent pressure of fluid in his balls beginning to stir from her smooth stroking of his hardened penis. Setting his glass down on the table, Grant ran his cool fingers up the insides of Valerie's inner white thighs until he felt the fuzziness of her soft pubic hairs. He ran his fingers just across the tips of the hairs, about a quarter of an inch away from her already moistening pussy.
"Tell me, darling!" Valerie said in a low, insistent voice that had a hint of firmness in it. "I want you to say it out loud!" His fingers brushing against her pubic hair was driving her crazy, and she lowered her hips suddenly to make contact between his hand and the fleshy folds of her warm vagina. He pushed his fingers into the hair-lined slit of her cunt, spreading the lips until he made contact with her clitoris. Valerie moaned out loud, and she gripped his hard shaft tightly in her pumping hand.
"I'll start by doing that!" Grant exclaimed as he pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. He was finding this game that Valerie wanted to play a delightful bit of entertainment itself. He could feel the little nerve end pinched between his fingers starting to harden to his touch, and he rolled it back and forth a few times, each time making his wife moan for the pleasure it gave her. Then he ran his finger along the slit of her warm wet fleshy cunt, passing it by the opening of her vagina teasingly, but instead, moving on to her tight rubbery anus. He prodded at the puckered ring of flesh around the tiny mouth with his middle finger for a second, then suddenly popped his finger up inside her gently clasping rectum.
"OOoohh! Darling!" Valerie groaned as she felt his long finger slip up inside her tight anal passage. She wiggled her buttocks down against his upward probe, delighting in the sensation it gave her. "Are you going to do that to her?" she panted as Grant pushed his middle finger in deeper.
"I may fuck her in the ass," he said coolly. Then he removed his finger as fast as he had put it in her anus. "But first, I think I'll play with her cunt."
The words that Grant was using excited Valerie to the point of wanting to jam his large penis to its very maximum depth in her hot damp vagina. She was disappointed when he pulled his finger from her rectum, but she didn't let him know that. Instead, she quickly pushed him down in the chair and straddled him until his hard cock was pointing directly up at her burning hot cunt. Then she lowered her hips down toward the purple rubbery tip while still holding the hard column in her hand. Slowly then, she moved the sensitive swollen head along the slit of her vagina, parting the soft hair-lined lips as it pressed against the tight wet opening. She hesitated only a moment, then she sank down slightly taking the blood-filled tip of his large penis into the warm soft passage to her womb. "Like that, darling?" Valerie asked huskily. She only let the head end of his blood-swelled shaft inside her wet cunt.
Grant felt the pressure in his balls quickly becoming unbearable, as the sensitive tip of his erect cock made contact with the warm damp flesh in his wife's warm, gently throbbing pussy. His cock jerked several times along its whole length as she continued to pump her hand up and down the length of shaft remaining outside her passage. He wanted to arch his hips up off the chair to sink the entire length of his throbbing penis into the warm passage, but her legs kept him pinned down.
"I'm going to shove my cock so hard into Mr. Compton's cunt, that she'll think she has been hit by a locomotive!" Grant exclaimed, as the frustration became even greater. Valerie was flexing the muscles around the opening of her moist warm passage, a trick that had never failed to amaze Grant when she did it. "I'll bet that Compton broad has never really been fucked like she'd like to be fucked," he continued. He could see Valerie's own reaction to his statements by the way she would let her mouth open and close around her licking pink tongue. He thought he might later make her suck his cock just for the hell of it. "She looked like she's a natural blond! Maybe her pussy is covered with blond hair, too!" Grant was spewing out the lewd sentences as fast as he could think of them.
Valerie couldn't stand her own torturing any longer, and she spread her knees out wide as she lowered her hot cunt down onto his hard long member that was buried inside her already. Grant stopped talking as his penis was gradually surrounded by the smooth hot walls of her tight hungry vagina. The entire length of his hard shaft felt the moist passage parting as she lowered her body down onto his lap until the soft quivering flesh of her inner thighs pressed tightly against his throbbing pelvis. The new sensation was unbelievably exciting, and he slowly flexed his cock, expanding the swollen head deep inside his wife's burning womb.
"AAAaaggghhh!" Valerie sighed as his large fleshy column filled her wet passage completely. She could feel the rubbery flesh of the large tip expanding against her cervix, and the highly charged nerves in her womb responded to the spongy object by sending little jolting shivers on up the full length of her spine. Valerie had to admit to herself that while Grant's penis wasn't the largest she'd had, it was certainly the most sensational. It fit her cunt just exactly the way she liked it. She stayed down on his lap with the full length of his hardened flesh inside her flaming vagina, and she bent forward to kiss her husband fully on the lips. She knew that if she kept his large cock pressing into her womb that way, she would soon reach a climax without moving at all.
Grant continued flexing his hard shaft up inside his wife while he returned her warm kiss, driving his tongue deep inside her liquid mouth. She sucked on his tongue, like it was a tasty morsel of food, touching the underside with her own tongue. Her actions excited him further, and he ran his hands along the smooth flesh of her hips, reaching around the melon-shaped globes of her full buttocks until he reached the crevice that led to her anus. He spread the soft cheeks of her buttocks apart as he ran his fingers down the valley of flesh in search of the tiny opening of her rectum. The ring of tight rubbery flesh seemed to grip and pull hungrily at his finger when it came in contact with her tiny brown anus.
Breaking away from the kiss, Valerie stared directly into the passion-filled eyes of her husband. Then she raised herself up along the rock hard flesh of his erect penis, her vagina seeming to pull at the large instrument until just the purple head tip remained inside her wet pussy. Grant kept his finger pressed against her anus as she lifted her hips up, then as she lowered her body down again, he held his finger rigid to push it up inside her tightly contracted rectum.
"Ooooohhh, darling! That feels so gooooooddddd!" she moaned, as his middle finger sank into her anus up to his second knuckle. She stopped riding down his large penis when it was halfway buried inside her, as if to wait and see if he was going to shove his finger deeper into her rectum. "Are you going to do this to Mrs. Compton?" she breathed into his mouth, and she anxiously waited for a vile response from her husband. She nearly straightened up off of his long penis when he shoved his finger to its full length inside her anus.
"Undoubtedly her asshole is virgin, so I don't think she will be so happy!" he exclaimed with a vicious sneer on his face. Then, with his free hand, he pulled Valerie down hard again onto his rigid cock, making her loins smack heavily against his lap, the large throbbing rod of flesh buried very deep inside her burning cunt.
Grant's lewd words and the two objects deep inside her vagina and anus, respectively, brought a new urgency of lust in Valerie. Her excitement for the pleasure she sought could no longer be contained. She began to ride up and down his hardened cock with the need to bring him to a climax immediately. The sensations streaming continuously from her lower belly were insistent, and she wanted all of his hot sticky cum spewing all the way up into her womb.
With his finger jammed to the hilt in Valerie's tight defensively twitching rectum, Grant could feel his hard penis sliding up and down her hot wet pussy through the thin wall of flesh that separated the twin passages. His testicles grew taut from the hot rippling sensations running down the length of his fully erect shaft. His balls felt as though they would burst any minute from the pressure of the sperm fluid that stirred within the hardened glands. Valerie had a way of tightening and loosening the walls of her cunt which drove him insane, and he furiously sawed his finger in and out of her clasping hot asshole in time to her bucking rhythm.
"Shit, you're a good piece of ass!" Grant grunted as his breathing became heavier, and he gulped in even greater amounts of air. "I'm going to cum any second," he shouted.
Valerie threw her head back, and squeezed the tight muscles in her groin around the hard throbbing cock as she bounced intensely up and down on Grant. His probing finger moving in her rectum sent waves of pleasure crashing through her completely impassioned body. The hardened nipples of her large round warm breasts brushed deliciously against the smooth fabric of her housedress, adding to the fantastic sensations coursing through her body already. Each time she rode down the hard fleshy length of his cock, it would seem to grow larger, and the blood-filled head would slam into the depths of her womb, feeling as if it would jam through to her belly, that felt as if it was going to burst her into a million tiny pieces of amplified screaming nerve ends.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she chanted as she rode up and down on the wildly plunging instrument in her cunt. The purple gland tip of her husband's cock seemed to swell up into the size of a fist as it wetly slid into her clasping cuntal passage. Suddenly she shuddered as a leaping spasm quickly rolled from her lower belly down through her hungry hot groin. She ground her cunt down hard against his throbbing column as the first wave crashed through her body.
"I'MMMM CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" Valerie tightened her thighs against Grant's hips as the moan issued from her open mouth from within deep down her throat. Her whole cunt seemed to ripple down hard against the giant distended shaft in her womb as it contracted again and again with her climax.
At the moment of Valerie's release, Grant could not contain his sperm any longer, and he felt the hot sticky cum make the sensual dash from his tight balls and the base of his groin, up the length of his jerking cock to shoot out the glans tip buried deep in her liquid, spewing womb. His mind whirled from the ultimate pleasure of his climax.
The first hot stab of sticky fluid spurting from the deeply-buried cock in her womb felt as if it had cut through her own liquid flesh like a knife. Then, as the jerking cock exploded hotly with his cum, Valerie knew that her body was tearing apart.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fill me, darling! Fill me!" she groaned with each tremendous spasm of her climax. The walls of her cunt rolled down along the spewing shaft as her hot cum mixed with her husband's, and splashed out the contracting opening around the thick base of his cock. His middle finger was still shoved all the way into her anus, and the tight ring of flesh pulled tightly against it, as the hot liquid of their mutual climaxes pooled between their joined bodies.
Grant thought his climax would drain his body dry of all fluid, as his sensitive penis kept jerking with each load of cum being fired. Valerie was blurred in his vision from the quick turning movements she made with her climax, and pulling his finger from her tight little anus to pull her upper torso against his passion-wracked body, they breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to feel her weight against his chest as he filled her with his jetting sperm.
Their bodies heaved together for what seemed like an endless eternity, the mutual joy making the tender rhythm of their coupling flow like they were one. Finally, they were spent, and they melted together on the big leather chair, their release punctuated by the loud sounds of their lustful breathing.
After several minutes, Valerie felt the softened flesh in her vagina retreat until it was nearly out. Only then did Valerie muster the strength to raise herself up, letting the limp cock pop noisily from her satiated womb. As she climbed off the chair to pour them each a fresh martini, she noticed the stain of their cum on the material around Grant's fly. She giggled down at his satisfied smiling face.
"I guess you'd better change before dinner, darling," she said, waving her long fingers in the direction of his limp penis. She poured two fresh drinks and handed him a glass filled to the brim.
"Shit!" Grant spilled some of the martini on his pants as he took the glass from her with his still-shaking hands. "Dry-cleaning!" he added, and they both laughed loudly at that.
Valerie sat down in a chair facing Grant, curling her tired legs up on the cushion beneath her long housedress. She held up her glass in a mock salute, then downed all the liquid in one large gulp.
Grant followed suit, letting out a gasp after the gin and vermouth were drained from the glass. "I'll have another if you don't mind, Val." He tossed the empty glass to her. Valerie grabbed for it, but only succeeded in hitting it further across the room. It landed on the deep pile carpet without breaking, and they both laughed again, amazed that it had remained in one piece. They sat silently staring at the glass for a minute. Valerie broke the silence as she stood up to get the pitcher of martinis.
"You know, Grant, I believe you are really anxious to get to Mrs. Compton. When do I get to meet Mr. Compton?" She poured out the fresh martini, waiting for a reaction from her husband "Don't worry, you'll get a shot at him soon enough. But first, sweetheart, you're going to have to help me with his wife!" Grant had a smug grin on his face as Valerie handed him the new drink.
"Okay, hot pants! Come on now and tell me your plans over dinner."
CHAPTER THREE
Sunrise came spectacularly bright on the hillside of the Mar Vista district, and Carolyn Compton was outside on the porch of the new home to view it. The rolling hills to the East took on a purple shade as the bright light appeared above them to simultaneously light up the sweeping curve of the Monterey Bay far below. The view was exhilarating in the early morning, and Carolyn stared out at the sprawling area for landmarks she could recognize. To the northwest, she could see Santa Cruz several miles across the bay, and she followed the long curve of land at the water's edge, picking out the communities that lined the bayshore. Sand City was easy to spot be cause of the sand dunes, and so was Moss Landing, where the big power plant stacks stood belching smoke into the clear air. She made a mental note to get a map so that she could learn names of all the rest of the places around the bay. She wanted to be able to tell her visiting friends from Los Angeles what they were looking at when they came to see her.
Carolyn thought the view was fabulous from their new home, and she liked the house itself just as much as their view. But she was also concerned and worried, because she was convinced that the house was much too much for them to handle financially.
When the real estate agent had taken them to the house, she and Bill had both liked it immediately. It wasn't at all like the ticky-tacky tract home they had lived in down South. It was truly a house of character and charm, but the cost of getting into it was not nearly so charming. Carolyn blamed herself for having shown so much excitement over the new place, and Bill had then insisted that they go ahead and take it. She knew just that when Bill made up his mind to do something, there was no stopping him, so they were firmly entrenched in their new home in a new community.
Carolyn remembered that Bill had acted the same way when he made up his mind to move out of the Los Angeles smog and go north. Probably what worried Carolyn most was the fact that Bill was making less money as a theatre manager than he did as an assistant manager at the theatre in Los Angeles where he had worked before. He had tried to explain that the cost of living was less in Mar Vista, but she couldn't be convinced, after having shopped for groceries the day they moved into the house.
Walking back to the house door and inside through the sliding glass, Carolyn headed to the all-electric kitchen to put on a fresh pot of coffee. She wanted Bill to sleep as late as possible, as he hadn't gotten home from the theatre until two in the morning. She had gone to bed early, knowing that the Friday nights were always late nights at the theatre, and, anyway, she had a lot to do yet in the house. She scolded herself quietly as she started the coffee, for having taken the time out the day before to go down and see the theatre. She was very surprised to find that the owner, Mr. Russell, had been there, and she had asked Bill later about Mr. Russell's age. She had never known that theatre chain owners could be only twenty-four, her age, and so successful at such a young age. For that reason alone, she admired Bill's boss. Bill was nearly twenty-eight, and the way Carolyn saw things, he hadn't yet settled down to making a living.
Waiting for the coffee to finish perking, Carolyn sat down to imagine what it would be like to have a lot of money like Mr. Russell. Daydreaming was one of her favorite pastimes.
Carolyn had married Bill Compton on her eighteenth birthday in her parents' home in Santa Monica. She and Bill had known each other for many years, as they lived only one block apart from the time they were born. She had an older brother, Carl, and he brought Bill over to their house often when they were growing up. They went to the same schools, and even attended each other's graduations.
Bill had always been interested in films, and Carolyn could hardly remember a date they had, that he didn't take her to some movie. But she was happy with Bill, and she felt that she was in love with him from the first time they started dating. Carolyn liked the envious stares of her classmates when Bill twice took her to school dances, because they all thought it was a big deal to go out with an older guy. If they had known that Bill didn't kiss even Carolyn until six months before they were married, they might not have been so jealous of Carolyn's older guy. But Carolyn and Bill had known each other for so long that they were always more like brother and sister, and sexual involvement just never seemed to come into the picture. It wasn't important to Carolyn at that time, because she had been taught that sex must wait for marriage, and she was willing to do without even though the sexual urge was there. Bill never pressed Carolyn into any sexual activity. He had always looked upon her as a delicate china doll which might break suddenly if squeezed too tightly, even after their marriage he rarely sought her to approach her sexually, and then on the rare occasions he did, it had only been in the prescribed "missionary" position. Carolyn didn't know that women could experience an orgasm.
Bill, still sleepy-eyed, walked into the kitchen, bringing Carolyn out of her daydreaming. "Good morning lover." He said this as he bent down to kiss her lightly on the cheek.
"Why aren't you still sleeping, Bill? You haven't been getting enough rest," Carolyn chastised him. She was afraid that he might become sick and not be able to work. "Can I get you some coffee?" she added, noticing that the pot had stopped perking.
"Thanks, lover, that sounds good. I've spent long enough sleeping today already. There's too much that needs doing around here." Bill was in the habit of talking about everything with a type of automated response when Carolyn expressed her concern for his welfare and well being. It invariably succeeded in getting the subject of his own health set aside until Carolyn found a new excuse for bringing up the subject once again.
Carolyn placed the cup of black coffee, one teaspoon of sugar, on the table in front of Bill. Even in her old threadbare robe, Bill thought she was a vision of loveliness. She kept her natural blond hair cut short in the Sassoon style which went well with her delicate gentle features. Her slender appearance on the surface was deceiving, as the graceful curve of her figure understated her full breasts and firm round buttocks. Most men looking at her nude would think she was a ball of fire ready to explode with a touch. Her measurements were what any nude photographer would call perfection, and her smooth white skin was without a single blemish. It was her choice of clothing that gave her the long lean look of a model. Bill rarely saw Carolyn completely naked, and as far as he was concerned, it was just as well that he didn't. He had curbed his sexual appetite out of respect for her, and he felt that what he was doing was right and proper. Subconsciously, he was frightened of her beauty.
"Would you like eggs for breakfast?" Carolyn inquired, peering into the depths of the new refrigerator. She had not yet gotten used to the egg storage compartment in the door, "I'm not sure we have any left."
"No, cereal would be fine with me," he replied.
Carolyn pulled a carton of milk from the refrigerator before closing the door, then went to a cabinet to get out a box of corn flakes. "Bill, you know I got up early this morning to watch the sunrise, and I have to admit the view from our porch is spectacular." She poured milk on his cereal before saying any more. "I really love this place, but honestly, I just can't see how we can afford it right now ... I mean, with your lower salary and all ... "
Bill took his bowl of cereal and began spooning the soggy flakes into his mouth as fast as he could. He knew that he was in for another discussion of their financial position, and he wanted to be through eating before Carolyn got too upset.
"I mean," Carolyn continued, "I mean, how sure are you that this Mr. Russell will keep you on the job? You know, Bill, that he owns nearly every theatre in this entire area, and if he fires you, well, there won't be another place for you to find a job. We'd have to move out of the area somewhere else, and if we could not get the right price on this house right away, we'd just be left out in the cold."
Bill kind of mumbled something to Carolyn through a mouthful of corn flakes while nodding his head in a gesture that said neither yes or no. Bill was old-fashioned when it came to managing money matters. He didn't think it was something a wife should be concerned with at all, and he always avoided going into too much detail with Carolyn, even when she pressed him. With money problems, he always kept a cool head, as he believed that if disaster struck, being calm would be the only way to come out all right.
Bill finished his breakfast, letting his wife go on and on about the possible problems that could occur if this or that were to happen. After shovelling the last spoonful of milk into his mouth, he picked up the cup of coffee and got up from the table. "You know, lover, you've been working too hard around the house these last few days. Why don't we throw on some clothes and go out for a drive? We haven't really had the opportunity to scout around the area yet, and the things that need to get done will wait for us to get to them." With that statement, Bill succeeded in putting an end to Carolyn's one-sided discussion.
Carolyn was slightly frustrated by Bill's regular refusals to get into a discussion on the cost of their new house, but she was used to being frustrated having accepted it as a condition of life. If anyone had told her that her constant worrying had sub-conscious sexual origins, she wouldn't have believed a word of it. She also believed the occasional stirring sensations in her groin were only something she imagined, and she was convinced that these feelings would stop when she and Bill decided they could afford to have children.
After getting dressed, they went outside and walked to the Chevy parked on the street where Bill had left it the night before. The morning sun warmed them, and once they got started, Carolyn was glad for the opportunity to get out of the house. She was interested in seeing their neighborhood and in looking over their neighbors, but after driving a few blocks, Bill headed the car toward the highway heading south.
"Where are you going, darling?" Carolyn asked, noticing a road sign saying "Big Sur."
She wasn't at all familiar with the communities to the north.
"I thought it would be nice to take a look at some of the communities along the Pacific coast. Pebble Beach is over that way, and further down is the Meadows and the Point. That's where the money lives," Bill added, knowing it would make Carolyn more comfortable. "Which way do you want to go?"
"Let's go that way," Carolyn said, pointing a finger straight down the highway. She settled back comfortably in the seat to enjoy the scenery.
As the highway going south got nearer to the ocean, it narrowed down into two lanes, and Bill had to drive more slowly because of the Saturday morning traffic. Carolyn thought the scenery was beautiful, especially the tall, stately pines which seemed to be grouped everywhere. Then the road turned toward the right, and just beyond a shopping center, she could see a long stretch of beach and the rugged Pacific coastline. Further down just in back of the ocean there were some homes built on a hill beyond a wide lush artichoke field. Even from a long distance, the homes looked large and elegant, and Carolyn pointed in their direction.
"What's that over there, Bill?"
"I believe that's the Meadows, lover," Bill answered after looking out where his wife was pointing. "Do you want to take a look?"
"Yes, let's have a drive in there. That area looks really interesting," Carolyn added. She was smiling broadly as she began to daydream immediately about the people who lived in the Meadows area. When Bill turned on the road leading up into the expanse of large homes, she saw two large stone stanchions on either side of the road with the word "Meadows" carefully chiselled on each one. She felt that they created a sense of real security, of being in a private world where no harm came to anyone, and everything was carefree and fun. She liked the Meadows immediately. "Slow down, Bill!" she pleaded, the moment they passed the first house. "Look at that landscaping around that place! It had to be done by an architect." Carolyn gaped at the long circular drive leading up to a Grecian-style house. The drive was lined with tall narrow evergreens, perfectly manicured, and the whole setting looked as though it belonged in some mystical storybook.
Bill slowed the car down to a crawl as Carolyn rattled off exclamations of delight with the homes they drove by. Her fascination with wealthy places such as this amused Bill, and he recalled her first reactions to the homes in Bel Air when he had taken her there. It was all one big fantasy land to her, and he didn't have any objections to her obvious enjoyment of it.
As they neared the high point in the community, where a commanding view of the Pacific presented itself, a loud horn sounded, and a foreign sports car passed them, going fast. The driver of the little car didn't stop pressing the horn until the car was well past them.
"Dammit! Impatient bitch!" Bill shouted after the fast-moving car, but his words fell only on his wife's ears. He shook his fist in mock anger at the speeding car ahead of them.
"Oh, Bill! Don't be angry. We are going terribly slow," Carolyn admonished her husband. She was watching the sleek car ahead. It suddenly slowed down, the bright red brake lights glaring, and then turned off the road up a private drive. Halfway up the drive, the car came to a full stop. Carolyn studied the large house that the drive led up to, but it was difficult to see clearly for the trees around it, even though it was on a slight rise. What she could see looked fantastic to her.
Their car, still moving slowly, was gradually approaching the entrance to the private drive. Carolyn noticed that an attractive young woman had gotten out of the sport car and was walking down toward the road.
"Speed up a little, Bill. I want to see that girl's clothes." Carolyn tugged on Bill's jacket sleeve as though that might make him speed up. The woman was standing by a wrought-iron mail box at the entrance to the drive as Bill drove past her. The woman didn't look up to notice them, but closed the mail box and turned to talk back up to her idling sports car. The name on the mail box in gold script lettering said "Russell."
"Bill!" Carolyn nearly shouted, as they drove on past the house. "You don't suppose that's your bosses wife, do you?"
Bill had carefully studied the attractive woman as he drove past her, and he also had noticed the name on the mail box. "Yes, I suppose that is their house, and she is probably Grant Russell's wife. Haughty little bitch she must be!"
"Really, Bill! You shouldn't talk that way about someone you don't even know," Carolyn admonished him, and she started lecturing him about his being more sociable if he was to get ahead.
As Bill drove on around the community he was only half listening to his wife. He was busy thinking about his employer's wife, and how she must be a really wild piece of ass in bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
After Bill had gone to work, Carolyn puttered around the house, not really interested in doing much of anything. When they had come home from the drive that morning, neither of them had felt very inspired to do anything, and they ended up spending the entire afternoon hanging a few pictures in the living room. Most of that time was spent in trying to decide where to hang the pictures. Then Carolyn fixed an early dinner so Bill could get to the theatre and prepare for the Saturday night crowds.
Making the finishing touches on the drapes in their bedroom, Carolyn went into the kitchen to take the dinner dishes out of the dishwasher when the telephone rang. She walked unhur riedly to the telephone in the living room, sure that it was Bill calling her. "Hello?"
"Mrs. Compton?"
"Yes, this is Mrs. Compton," Carolyn answered formally, surprised by the woman's voice.
"This is Valerie Russell, Grant Russell's wife."
Carolyn remained silent for a long second. She was completely flustered and astonished that the woman she had seen that morning in the Meadows would be calling her now. It took a moment for her to remember that Bill worked for the caller's husband. "Oh, yes! How do you do?" was all Carolyn could think to say to her.
"I do hope I'm not disturbing you. I know you must be terribly busy getting settled in and all."
"Oh, no! No, it's quite all right," Carolyn said. She couldn't believe that anyone living in the elegant house she had seen that morning would be calling her, and she began to get excited at the thought.
"Thank you. My husband was telling me today about your husband, and I understand that you are new to the area. Well, I got to thinking that it must be just awful to move into a new home without knowing anyone in the area, so I picked up the phone and called."
Carolyn was overjoyed. Valerie Russell sounded so nice, and she had troubled herself to call because they were new to the area. Carolyn knew she had been right to chastise Bill for calling Mrs. Russell a haughty bitch. "That's awfully nice of you to have thought of that. I do feel like a stranger in town."
"Yes, and I know your husband is working most evenings so it must be very lonely for you."
"Yes, sometimes it is," Carolyn admitted. How understanding and thoughtful of Mrs. Russell, Carolyn thought.
"Well, we must do something about that. Is your husband going to be working tomorrow evening?"
Carolyn was taken aback by the directness of Valerie, and she had to think for a moment to recall what the next day was. "Sunday? Yes, he does work Sunday nights."
"Well, I'm planning a party that we'll be having soon, and if you don't mind, I could sure use your help in doing the invitations. There will be so many people invited, and it would give you the chance to get to know some of their names before meeting them at the party. Anyway, I would be delighted to meet you in person, instead of just on the telephone. Telephones are so impersonal, don't you agree?"
Carolyn's head was swimming. Did she invite her to her house? And to a party? She was so excited she could barely keep the telephone receiver to her ear.
"Yes, yes I do!" Carolyn nearly shouted, and she swallowed hard to keep her voice in control.
"I ... I would be glad to help you with the invitations. When would you like me to come over?"
"Would tomorrow evening at around eight be all right with you?"
"Yes. That is fine with me."
"Wonderful. My home is number 40 Ocean View Drive in the Meadows district. Do you know the area?"
"Well, approximately, yes," Carolyn lied. She didn't want Valerie to know that she and Bill had been driving around there like a couple of common tourists. "I'm quite sure I can find it!"
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow evening, then."
"Yes, and thank you. Good-bye!" Carolyn listened while Valerie hung up, then setting the phone down, she jumped out of her chair and began dancing around the room. She was in a daze, she was so happy. She was going to visit with Valerie Russell in her beautiful home in the fabulous community of the Meadows. She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe that it was true. What would Bill say? Carolyn Compton going to visit Mrs. Valerie Russell, wife of Mr. Grant Russell, her husband's boss!
Carolyn kept whirling around the room, and she nearly tripped over the coffee table twice. She decided to call Bill, then changed her mind because it was a Saturday night and he would be too busy to talk. But she just had to tell him. She went to the telephone and started dialing the number, then put the phone down before she finished. She would wait until he came home. That would really surprise him. Anyway, it was Saturday night, and they usually made love on Saturday night, so she decided to save the good news until then.
Carolyn rushed into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee to calm herself down. Then she remembered the dishes in the dishwasher that she was going to put away. "To hell with the dishes!" Carolyn exuberantly shouted to herself. She was too excited to do any work, and she took her cup of coffee into the bedroom with her and turned the radio on to a pop music station. A heavy beat, rock number was playing, and she set her coffee down and began to peel off her clothing in perfect strip tease rhythm with the music.
Carolyn watched herself in the dressing table mirror as she flung her blouse over her shoulder onto the bed. Then, as the music became louder, she pulled her short skirt hem up to her breasts and wiggled her round panty-covered buttocks at her own reflection. She was proud of her body, but she was also embarrassed by it with other people, so she rarely wore clothes that complimented it. Pulling her skirt up over her head until it was wrapped around her outstretched arms, she turned to see her full front in the mirror while she danced. She threw her skirt onto the bed, and in the same motion, she cupped her hands beneath her bra.
The music became more furious with a quickened rhythm, and Carolyn began to feel warm all over. She stared at her smooth white body while she reached around to unfasten the hooks holding her bra against her full ripe breasts. She let the bra fall off and onto the floor. As she danced, her eyes stayed fixed on the reflection of her firmly pointed breasts, but she wasn't really conscious that the pink nipples at the tips had grown hard. She was pleased that her breasts didn't sag like some overblown women's. Then, making a move that she considered seductive, she pushed her thumbs under the thin fabric of her panties and slowly lowered them down. Her young white belly was perfectly flat, yet had a softness that made it highly seductive. Her eyes followed the elastic waistband of the panties as she gradually exposed her hips and loins in the mirror. There was the slightest trace of blond fuzz on her lower belly that fanned out to the top of the triangle of pubic hair at the V between her legs. With the back of her panties "caught" at the twin melon shapes of her buttocks, she lowered the front down for a brief glimpse of her soft, curling pubic hair.
The song playing on the radio was nearly ended, and the tempo was more climactic. Carolyn teased her imaginary audience in the mirror by turning around, and looking back over her shoulder, she bent forward slightly to stick out her buttocks. She held her long tapering legs together while she slowly lowered her panties over the smooth white flesh of her jutting buttocks, exposing the anal crevice a little at a time. When the elastic top snapped clear of her round buttocks and clung loosely to her thighs, she spread her legs slightly to let the thin sheer material fall down her smooth-skinned legs to the floor. She stepped out of them with a little dance step that went with the music, then slowly, she turned around until she stood facing the mirror, completely naked. She looked like an innocent virgin woodland nymph and a shyly seductive woman at the same time.
The music ended, but Carolyn stood staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were fixed on the triangle of near-blond pubic hair that faintly covered the smooth curve of her vagina. Her dancing had made her body feel warm all over, but she could feel a strange sensation that beat like her heart, beneath the soft tangle of her delicate pubic hairs. Without knowing why, or really being aware of her doing it, she slowly moved her right hand across her lower stomach, toward the fuzzy mound below her smooth flat belly.
Carolyn had never really been aware of the separate parts of her body, but now her gaze was transfixed on her throbbing vagina. She had felt sensations there before, and she knew about the tiny nerve end called a clitoris. For some reason, something she had been told during her youth had made her keep from touching the area, except when she was bathing. Then she always would sort of embarrassedly wash her private parts, in a hurry. But right then, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she had a compulsion to touch the soft flesh of her vagina.
Moving her legs apart slightly, Carolyn ran her hand over the smooth pubic hairs until her middle finger felt the narrow slit formed by the labia. Then, ever so slowly, as if she were afraid of breaking something she worked her middle finger back and forth along the curling hair-lined slit. Her heart was pounding wildly as she felt a tiny electric spark of pleasure dance over the surface of her skin. Small goose bumps grew on her arms, and her breasts were tipped by hardened pink nipples. But her concentration was on the triangle patch of her pubic hair and the feelings that were emanating from there.
Ever so gently, Carolyn parted the lips of her vagina with her middle finger. She wasn't sure what she was feeling for until her finger made contact with the soft fleshy skin that thinly covered her hardened clitoris. This time the sensation ran right up through her belly and seemed to bolt down along every nerve in her body. A barely perceptible yelp eked its way from her throat while she gasped in air. Compelled for an unknown reason to proceed, she gently probed at the hardened nerve end. Pleasurable sensations crashed through her body as she felt her clitoris roll beneath the pressure of her finger. Then her lower belly jerked with a spasmlike wave that she remembered feeling sometimes when her husband made love to her. But she had never felt it so intensely before.
Feeling a dampness between her thighs, Carolyn ran her middle finger along the valley of warm flesh to the opening of her vagina. It was moist and more sensitive than she had ever felt it before. Then suddenly, the urge to drive her finger up inside the warm wet passage of her vagina was overwhelming, and she pushed against the tight fleshy opening until her finger slipped smoothly inside.
Staring at the reflection of her hand tucked up between her legs, Carolyn pushed her finger up her moist vaginal passage until her palm was pressed hard against the softness of her pubic hair. It felt so good. It felt better than she had ever believed it could feel. There was no pinching pain like she had felt the time Bill tried to enter her without petroleum jelly on his penis. She couldn't remember ever having been so wet inside, but there was something else. The feel of her bare finger against the walls of her vagina didn't seem sticky and burning like Bill's jelly-covered penis.
Carolyn began to smoothly saw her finger in and out of her sensitive vaginal passage, and the pleasure she felt was like nothing she had ever felt before. She stood perfectly still, the only part of her body that was moving was her hand up between her thighs. She stared at her own image, fascinated by what she saw in the mirror.
It gave her a sense of detachment from what she was doing to her pleasure-filled body. Her finger working smoothly up and down the wet passage started a flame deep in her womb, a hot burning sensation that soon filled her whole body with an insatiable desire for something that she wasn't sure about.
With her free left hand, Carolyn started exploring the other parts of her shapely body. She ran her palm up across the white expanse of her breasts, and the nerves in her chest were soon alive to her touch. She cupped one full breast in her hand, gently massaging the round lower part for the pleasure it gave her. Then, noticing how pointed her breasts were, she touched the pink nipples to feel their hardness. It was so nice, she felt compelled to pinch them, and the enjoyment it brought her was far better than she had thought it would be, especially combined with the intense pleasure she was getting from her finger buried deep in her own vagina.
After rubbing her nipples for a moment, she ran her hand down over her waist to her hip. The fire in her womb had grown to a greater insistency, and Carolyn worked more feverishly between her thighs. Her left hand moved back around her buttocks until her fingers reached the curved valley of soft yielding flesh. Pulling on one cheek of her buttock, she shivered as she felt the cool air sensuously flow across her uncovered anus.
Unable to resist the temptation to touch the tiny elastic ring of flesh, Carolyn moved her finger toward the area of sensation. Her eyes were glassy from her totally enraptured state, and her own image in the mirror was blurring around the edges. When the tips of her fingers made contact with her puckered anus, she unconsciously drove her one finger hard into the rubbery flesh. Her long fingernail tore at the flesh, and the searing pain that suddenly bolted through her body made Carolyn fully conscious of what she was doing. She looked at her face in the mirror and turned a pale red as she realized she had her hands digging in her own private parts. She pulled her finger from her vagina while turning away from the mirror, and she quickly busied herself with picking up her bra and panties to put what she had been doing out of her mind.
She grabbed the control on the radio, cutting it off in the middle of a news broadcast, and then she put on her robe before carefully hanging up her clothes. She wondered what had come over her to bring her to playing with her own vagina, her whole body, in such a lewd manner. She tried desperately to rationalize her action by blaming it on her excitement over the phone call from Valerie Russell, yet deep down, she knew that wasn't the real reason she had done what she did. The tiny sensations were still throbbing from her lower belly, and she felt as though her body was completely damp and clammy from dancing around. She hurriedly finished straightening up the bedroom, then went into the adjoining bathroom.
Opening the shower door, Carolyn pulled up the sleeve of her long robe and turned on the water faucets. She fumbled nervously with the belt of her robe while waiting impatiently for the hot water, and she was careful to avoid looking at herself in the mirror over the sink. When steam began rising up over the shower door, she took off her robe, letting it drop where she stood, and then she quickly stepped into the hot stream of water, closing the glass door behind her.
The shock of the water striking at her body made Carolyn relax a little, and she took the bar of soap and began vigorously washing herself. She felt silly over having gotten upset with her own actions in front of the bedroom mirror, and she quickly laughed out loud at her own foolishness. It was Saturday night, the night she and Bill usually made love, so she would wash herself well to be really ready for him.
Carolyn let the hot water splash down on her shoulders, and she began humming out loud while she thought about how Bill might react to the news of the phone call she had received from Valerie Russell. She thought he would probably be nervous about it at first, but then, she decided that he would be overjoyed with the knowledge that his wife would be helping him to get ahead. But she thought she had better not tell him until after they had made love, in case he became too nervous about it. She didn't want to spoil the evening for him. After all, she had to accommodate his needs once in a while, like any good wife would.
Wondering what she should wear the next evening, Carolyn mentally went over what she had clean in the closet that might be proper. She did her best to think about something other than her body, because at that moment she was feeling the heat inside her womb flaring up again. The hot water running over her beautiful body was making her clitoris throb, and she touched it, although she didn't want to start doing what she had done in the bedroom before. It felt so good, she had to touch it just one more time. She pressed her finger into the flows of her vagina and felt the electric response from her still-hardened nerve ending. Nobody had ever told her that playing with herself was right or wrong, but somehow it made her feel guilty. She believed that women were not supposed to enjoy sexual things, so the pleasure she felt contributed to her guilt.
Turning off the water, she took a big fluffy towel and rubbed herself vigorously all over her body. Then, picking up her robe from the floor where she had dropped it, she went into the bedroom. She looked through the closet to check on the dress she decided to wear to the Russell's house the next night, and finding it, she realized that it would need ironing. She considered doing it right away, but on thinking about getting the ironing board out, it seemed like too much trouble at the moment. She would do it in the morning when she had to work around the house anyway. She put the dress back into the closet where she could find it easily in the morning, and went to the book case in the hall to select a paperback mystery to read. She wasn't really tired, but she wanted to be sure to stay awake for Bill. Going back into the bedroom, she tossed the book into the bed, then went to the dresser to get out her Saturday night negligee. It was made of a thin, flimsy material that almost could be seen through, and it hung down around an inch above her knees. She never went to bed nude, because she thought that was indecent. Most nights, she wore a full-length flannel nightgown, but she wore the negligee for Bill's "special nights." It was a liquid blue shade that she chose because she thought it made her look like a Nereid. She liked swimming, and the idea of being a sea nymph appealed to her imagination.
Propping the pillows up carefully so she would be comfortable, Carolyn crawled into the bed to read the mystery novel. By the time she had read the first ten pages, she was completely caught up in the story. She wasn't even aware that between turning the pages, she rested her hand down against the rising mound of her vagina.
The story was so complex and intriguing that Carolyn didn't hear Bill come into the house, and when he walked into the bedroom, she nearly jumped out of the bed.
"Oh, Bill, you frightened me," Carolyn yelped when she realized it was her husband.
"Sorry, lover. Must be a good book you're r e a d i n g." Bill was already taking off his clothes so he could get right into the shower. He had been thinking about Valerie Russell's body all the time he had been working, and the pictures that he had imagined in his mind made him horny. He was anxious to get into bed with his wife to take care of it.
"Was it a good night at the theatre, Bill?" Carolyn asked, to make conversation, while Bill undressed. She was waiting for him to get in the bathroom before turning back to the book.
"Yes, very busy, too. The film is good. You should come down and see it before I have to change the bill." He was stripped to his underwear and disappearing into the bathroom when he finished his sentence. Carolyn eagerly went back to reading the book, as she wanted to get to the end of the chapter before Bill got out of the shower. She thought for a moment about telling Bill about the phone call, but she decided to let it wait.
Bill was only in the shower for a few minutes, and when he came out of the bathroom, his penis was half-hard from anticipation of getting into bed with Carolyn. He was wearing only his pajama top, and his partial erection protruded just below the material. Carolyn noticed it as Bill walked over to turn off the lamp on the dresser, and she looked away quickly. She waited until she felt the bed move from Bill's weight, then set her book down and turned off the bedside lamp. The room was enveloped in darkness, as it always was on the "special nights."
Without either saying a word, they rolled toward each other. As Bill put his arms around her, Carolyn felt the sensation in her groin again, but thinking about it made her feel embarrassed. She lay back and let Bill kiss her on the lips. His mouth was warm and soft, and the pleasure of his kiss was more than she had ever remembered it to be. She opened her mouth against his, holding him tightly in her arms while his hand groped up beneath the material of her negligee to fondle her full, soft breasts. The tingly feel of his fingers on her nipple was wonderful, and she kissed him in return harder.
Bill felt the tingling sensation at the tip of his fully erect penis beginning to throb with a new urgency. He had been thinking about sex all evening, and he was afraid that he would cum all over the sheet if he didn't get his cock between his wife's legs soon. Her breasts felt nice in his hand, and he imagined how they looked, becoming more excited by the thought. "Why doesn't Carolyn like to leave a light on, instead of always being in the dark?" he won dered. She was so beautiful in Bill's eyes, he was afraid of hurting her delicate body. He never handled her body much when with her in bed, but he felt the need to hurry so strongly that he moved his hand down over her smooth belly to the soft triangle of pubic hair that covered her vagina.
Carolyn nearly bit Bill's lower lip from the shock of the sensation of his hand against her groin. It made her feel like she had been hit in the stomach, and she quickly pulled her mouth away from his to be able to take in a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" Bill asked, as his wife moved her head away from him. He thought she might be upset by something he did.
"Nothing! I just couldn't breathe for a second, Bill," she replied, her head still pounding from the little shocks in her womb. She was afraid that her playing with herself had done something terrible to her body, and she didn't want to let Bill know about the prurient sensations she was feeling from his touch.
Bill moved his hand over the curve of her vagina. He was anxious to get her ready for his entry because the pressure in his balls was becoming tremendous. The whole length of his blood-swollen penis was throbbing from the pressure, and he thought it was larger than it had ever been before. He pressed his finger into the soft ragged flesh of Carolyn's vagina, and was quite surprised to find it already moist and throbbing slightly. This excited him more, and he parted the soft curls of pubic hair and pushed his finger in around the tight opening of her womb.
Carolyn was afraid to say anything, but she wanted to beg her husband to put his finger up inside her steaming hot passage. She wanted it inside her. She wiggled her legs out wider. Then, he did push his finger up into her moist vagina, and she couldn't contain her excitement any longer.
"OOOOOhhhh!" Carolyn moaned from the sensation of his long finger sliding sinuously into her pussy, clear to his palm. She drew her legs up to be able to open them out farther, and at the same time she reached down toward Bill's groin to take his penis in her hand. She found it, and feeling the rubbery flesh tip with her fingers, she discovered that tiny drops of liquid clung to it. She wrapped her fingers around the long, hard column, feeling the throbbing, surging life forces pumping furiously in her hand.
Bill was amazed at how wet Carolyn's vagina was as he worked his finger into the tight passage. "Damn, what a sweet young pussy," he thought, and his hard cock was aching from his thoughts of having it inside the warm, wet flesh. He wasn't sure if Carolyn was getting ready for him to mount her when he heard the tiny moan and she raised up her knees, but then when he felt her cool hand wrapping around his penis, he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He was going to drop his load right into her hand it felt so good. He pulled his finger out of her slickly wet vagina.
The burning sensation in her belly became more intense, even as Bill removed his finger from her pussy, and Carolyn held onto his rockhard penis as Bill moved quickly between her widespread legs. He was on top of her in an instant, holding his torso up by placing his hands on either side of her shoulders. He was pushing his hips forward, desperately trying to find the opening of her wonderfully wet vagina. She felt his sense of urgency, and she guided the blood-filled head against her vaginal passage. Carolyn thought he felt bigger than normal, and she parted the hair-lined lips with the tip of his erect cock, trying to make the entry as easy as possible. She was anxious to have him inside her more than she had ever felt, but she wasn't at all prepared for the sudden pain.
"AAAaaaaahhh!" Carolyn groaned, as Bill's thick swollen cock pushed deep up into her vagina.
Bill couldn't contain himself any longer, and when his wife had placed the sensitive tip of his penis into her warm flesh, he went crazy with lust. He slammed his hips forward with all his strength, forcing his cock into the tight little restricting passage of her vagina. He could feel the outer muscles contract in a desperate last minute effort to slow his entry, but he pushed harder anyway, the passion-fed tip of his penis transmitting the sensation of her stretching passage. He didn't stop his lustful drive until his pelvis crashed hard against her, and his long cock was buried to the hilt. He had to fuck her fast. He couldn't contain his cum-filled organ much longer.
The pain of Bill's sudden entry hurt Carolyn, but not so much physically as mentally and emotionally. He was being rough, and she didn't understand why. She wanted him to fill her gradually, gently, to heighten the sensation that seemed to be deep inside her womb, but she thought his sudden entry had split her in two. The sensation that had been gnawing in her belly died down and was replaced by his huge tearing presence. He didn't even wait for her to adjust to his large penis, but instead he started sawing his long cock in and out of her wet vagina. It made Carolyn mad, but she said nothing. In spite of his sudden, painful entry of her, the sensation in her womb began to build up again, and she could feel every nerve end in her wet passage responding to the hard fleshy life that was filling and pounding within her. She eased her legs up higher to give him greater access to her open loins as he bent down over her body on his elbows. His breath on her neck added to the pleasure she was experiencing, and she knew that something inside her was beginning to happen. She wasn't sure what it was, but she certainly wanted Bill to keep driving his hard thick penis in and out of her vagina forever. But then she felt Bill quickly draw in his breath and hold it inside his lungs.
Bill tried to fight back the increasingly insistent pressure that was building inside his groin, but the feel of her slick wet vaginal flesh around his lust-filled cock was more pleasure than he could stand. Her smooth cunt was just too good! And his balls grew tight from the desire to release the fluid they held. He couldn't control it, and he slammed his hips hard forward, sinking his throbbing cock deep inside her hot sucking cunt, to the hilt. His white sticky thick cum raced up the length of his tightly wrapped column and began spurting wildly from the lust-swelled tip.
Carolyn knew that Bill was going to climax when he pushed his throbbing penis all the way into her vagina until he could go no farther, and she felt the rubbery head swell larger, deep inside her womb, just before the first hot burst of liquid smashed uncontrollably into her belly. It felt good, better than it ever felt, but she wasn't ready for it! She wanted him to wait longer because she felt something burning inside that needed to be released, but she held him tightly, knowing that she had brought pleasure to him. His hot cum kept spewing deep inside her open vagina for long, wonderful moments, and then gradually his penis began to go limp as Bill fell heavily on top of her, his chest heaving gratingly for air.
Bill lay immobile on top of his wife for a moment, ashamed that he hadn't been able to control himself. He had been so excited by the new passion he felt in her as well as his own hungry need, that he had just been unable to contain himself. He pushed up and backed away from Carolyn, his limp penis sliding wetly from her cum-filled passage. He knew that there was nothing which could be said now.
Carolyn lay still for a moment to see if the burning sensation could die down, but it didn't, so she put it out of her mind. She had some good news to tell Bill, and she thought about how she would break it to him. She decided to be very casual about it.
"Bill?"
"Yes, lover?"
"Guess who called me this evening after you left for work?" Carolyn was smiling to herself in the darkness of the bedroom.
"I dunno. Who?" Bill realized that Carolyn was playing one of her guessing games, and he thought she would tell him the answer after he said he couldn't guess, as always.
"You have to guess, Bill!" Carolyn had a teasing tone in her voice now.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart! I'm too tired for any guessing games," Bill said, feeling exasperated.
"Oh, all right. It was Mrs. Russell, your boss's wife!"
"What?"
"That's right, Bill. She called me because she knew that I didn't know anybody here, and she was really very nice." Carolyn was at least going to save the part about the party for an added punch.
"You're joking!" Bill wondered if Carolyn was making a story up because they had seen Mrs. Russell that very day, in the morning.
"I'm not either, Bill," Carolyn answered forcefully. "She asked me to come over tomorrow night and help her with invitations for a party she's having. I told her that I would come, so I'll have to drive you to work tomorrow night."
Bill realized that she wasn't joking at all, by the tone of her voice, and he sat up in the bed to turn on the light on the beside table next to them. "Lover, I'm not sure I like them using you to help with some party simply because I manage one of his theatres."
"That's not it at all," Carolyn stated defensively. "She asked if I would like to help her so I would know the names of some of the guests! She's inviting us to the party too, Bill." Carolyn paused for the words to sink into Bill's head.
"Well, I'll be damned! I guess I must have misjudged Grant Russell. I got the idea he didn't bother with anyone who isn't rich."
"Well, Valerie Russell said she would like to visit with me tomorrow evening, so I guess you were wrong." Carolyn sounded triumphant, and she lay back on her pillow luxuriating and relaxing, as an added emphasis to her statement to her husband.
"I hope I was, sweetheart! This could be quite an opportunity for us to meet some influential people, and maybe then you'll stop worrying about our position all the time!" Bill intentionally made his statement a little bit barbed to get the proud grin off of his wife's young pretty face.
"Oh, Bill! Don't spoil it for me. I'm so anxious to see that house up close," Carolyn whined.
"Sorry, lover. I am, too, but you know she's the boss's wife, so you'll have to play it very cool or you could blow it for us, too!" Bill reached over to turn off the light. "Now go to sleep, lover."
"Don't worry Bill, I will be very careful not to do anything that could jeopardize your position with the Russells, honest!
"I know, lover," Bill said, and he rolled over, thinking again about screwing Grant Russell's wife.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carolyn didn't become nervous until she turned onto the road that led past the two stone stanchions. She glanced at the clock in the car that sometimes worked, but as she expected, it was not working when she needed it. She leaned forward and began twisting the tuning dial of the radio, hoping to pick up the time from some announcer. No matter what, she didn't want to arrive at the Russell home before the agreed upon time of eight o'clock, and she preferred to get there just about ten minutes late. She figured that was probably about the standard acceptable lateness at the Russell's strata of society. She knew that no one ever arrived on time for any reason, at any rate.
Her search on the radio being unsuccessful, Carolyn wanted to kick herself for having forgotten her watch. She had been so careful while dressing, she had just plain forgotten all about it. She was wearing the dress she had selected the night before, nice but not too dressy, and she thought she looked suitable for a nice casual evening of addressing invitations.
Just as she was nearing number 40 Ocean View Drive, a newscast on the radio ended and the time was announced as eight-o-five, so Carolyn drove on past the house, noticing the driveway lighted all along toward the brilliantly lit house. She knew the road at that point circled back toward the entrance to the community on a lower part of the hill, so she drove all the way back to the stone stanchions, figuring that would waste about the right amount of time for her to arrive at their home when she had planned to. When she turned the car up the driveway to the house, it was exactly ten minutes after eight.
At the top of the driveway was a large circular fountain with lights shining up through the water. The drive circled around the fountain, making a large flat, parking area. Carolyn could see what looked like a four-car garage to her left, and she wondered how many cars the family had. She parked the Chevy so it wasn't in front of the wide stone steps leading up to the main entryway of the house.
Getting out of the car, Carolyn looked around at the spacious garden, and she wondered how many gardeners took care of the big place. The setting gave the impression of being natural, with tall trees and native shrubs being seen for the most part, but it was also apparent that the trees and shrubs had been placed in pre-planned locations to best accent the sprawling home. She was really impressed. From the road, when she and Bill had driven by the day before, none of what she was seeing close-up had been visible, and it was more beautiful than she had imagined.
Her nervousness returned as she walked up the broad stone steps to the large double front doors that looked as though they had been hand carved from solid oak. For a brief moment, she wanted to turn and run, as the feeling that she didn't belong in such a place with such people as the Russells came over her. But more than anything else, her curiosity drove her on to ring the doorbell.
When the door opened, Carolyn expected to see Valerie Russell in the doorway, and she was startled to find a white-haired man staring at her. "Good evening, I am Carolyn Compton," she stated quickly, as if afraid she had come to the wrong house.
"Please come in ... you are expected," Jorge said in his monotone voice, and he held the door open for Carolyn to walk past.
"Thank you," Carolyn said as she realized that the man was in a uniform of sorts. She guessed he was a butler, and she scolded herself for not having anticipated the Russells would have servants. She walked into the gold and white entryway, her mouth falling open, aghast at the splendor of the house. Ahead was a wide circular stairway leading to a landing, and she could see a two-story-high living room through a wide archway to the eight. She had never before seen the inside of such a beautiful home, and it occurred to her that the furnishing of this home was probably worth more than her entire house.
"Follow me, please," Jorge said, as he walked past Carolyn toward the circular stairway.
Carolyn wondered what nationality the man ahead of her was, and she walked after him, expecting to go up the broad stairway. Instead, she was led beyond the stairs to a set of doors beneath the landing, and the white-haired man opened them to reveal another stairway leading down below the other stairs. The man waited for Carolyn to go past him through the doors, and she descended the curving red-carpeted steps. The stairway was wide and tunnel-like, with little narrow shafts of light coming from pinholes in the sloping ceiling. At the bottom, she came into a small square foyer with hallways leading off in opposite directions, and she waited for the white-haired man to catch up with her.
"This way, please," Jorge said, walking down the hall to the left.
The hallway seemed wide and looked like the stairs she had just descended with the recessed pin lights and red carpeting. She walked past two doors on the left side of the hall, and the man waited for her at the third door before opening it.
"Mrs. Compton, sir!" Jorge announced from the open doorway, allowing Carolyn to walk in beyond him. Then he closed the door behind her.
Carolyn stood at one end of a large modernistic room, with a high ceiling and drapes lining most of the walls. At one side was a long bar with about a dozen stools placed along side it, and there were several extra-wide plush chairs set at various spots around the room. Grant Russell stood up from one of those chairs and walked toward her, smiling.
"So nice to see you again, Mrs. Compton," Grant exclaimed as he reached out his hand to take Carolyn's hand. He came to a stiff stance, and with an exuberant gesture, kissed the back of her hand.
Carolyn was so impressed by his gallant greeting that she felt completely at ease. "Thank you. It's so nice to see you, too," she responded.
"Please. Please come and sit down. Will you have a drink?" Grant led Carolyn to one of the wide plush chairs near the center of the room. Directly in the center of the room was what looked like a large round gold velvet covered table, that Carolyn guessed was about eight feet in diameter. She sat down in one of the chairs placed around it, and thought the room looked more like a cocktail lounge than anything else. Before she could answer Grant's question, he was walking toward the bar.
"I was just about to fix myself a drink made with a rare Bolivian liqueur that Jorge introduced me to," Grant said, waving his arm toward the door through which Carolyn had just entered the room. "He's the man who showed you in her ... also a fantastic cook. I simply insist you try this drink with me."
Carolyn thought Grant was quite a gentleman, and she smiled quickly at him. "Thank you. I would love to taste it."
"I must apologized for Val. She telephoned me an hour ago from San Jose to say she would be late, since she drove up to get the invitations from the printer and had car trouble on the way back," Grant announced while he was pouring the liqueur into two large glasses.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope it's not serious, Mr. Russell."
"Call me Grant, please! No, I don't think it was too bad. She should be here in an hour." Grant walked over to Carolyn with two elaborately decorated drinks and handed her one. "It's a hobby of mine to mix drinks to perfection," he said, seeing the surprised look on Carolyn's face. "Your name is Carolyn, isn't it?"
"Yes, thank you," she said, taking the offered drink.
Grant held his glass up in the air as if to show it to an audience. "To Carolyn! An extremely lovely guest!" He drank from the glass.
Carolyn felt herself blushing from the compliment, but she raised up her glass in answer. "To my most gracious and flattering host!" she replied, and took a long pull of the drink. The liquid was smooth and semi-sweet in taste, and Carolyn felt it warmth almost immediately. She rarely drank hard liquor because she didn't particularly care for the taste of it, but the drink Grant had given her was different. It had a syrupy flavor like a soft drink, and Carolyn drank it easily. "I hope my being here is not interrupting any of your plans, Grant," she said after a moment.
"As a matter-of-fact, you got here just in time to help me with something," he said, sitting down in the chair next to hers. He pushed a button on a little table between the two chairs, and one of the drapes on the wall they were facing opened. Carolyn watched as a large white screen came into view. "As you may have guessed, your husband being in the business, this room is where I screen pictures that I play in some of my theatres. I have it set up with both film projection and television," Grant added, pointing to a large television screen in the wall behind the bar.
Carolyn followed Grant's gestures with her eyes, noticing the special features of the room. The ceiling was dark but had recessed lighting that appeared to point at the circular gold velvet table. The only other lighting she could see came from tall table lamps around the room, and Carolyn was surprised when she saw one dim down until it was no brighter than a candle.
"I can control everything in the room from this point," Grant announced, motioning to the panel on the table between them. "I was about to screen a film that a theatre up north sent me to preview before they run it in a festival they're having. Apparently there's some legal question about it, so I'm taking a look at it before allowing it to be shown."
"This is really quite nice," Carolyn said, waving her arm to indicate the room around her. She drank down the last of the liqueur in her glass.
"Let me freshen up your drink before I run the film," Grant offered, rising to head for the bar. "Do you mind taking a look at the film with me? I have no idea what it is about, so it might bore you, but it's not very long."
Carolyn felt warm all over, and she liked Grant very much for making her feel so comfortable and at ease in his company. She was flattered that he would ask her to look at a film with him. "I'd be delighted to look at the film with you," she said as Grant brought her another tall drink. She was so happy to be asked advice by and treated equally by her husband's boss, that she didn't think about the potency of the drink he handed to her. She was just enjoying herself, and Grant seemed to be enjoying the fact that she was visiting with him, so she felt good.
"Well, now that we've got the refreshments taken care of, I can start the film," Grant said, sitting down once again. He pushed some buttons that dimmed the light in the room to a very soft glow, making the room nearly totally dark. "Sorry, I don't have any popcorn," he said, laughing, as he pushed another button that brought a flickering light to the large wall screen.
"I think I'm getting along just fine with this," she answered, holding her glass up to Grant. She settled back in her chair to watch the film.
"I know your husband is more interested in films than I could ever be. He would most likely enjoy the festival my theatre up north is having, but I won't go any farther than this room to look at a film, and then, only if I must." Grant kept talking while the film got started. "Some of these new experimental films are quite interesting, I suppose. But I find many of them are just simply bad. I do hope this isn't one of them, but I try to be uncritical until I've seen the entire film, and given it a chance, good or bad. Don't you agree?"
Carolyn smiled over at her host in the chair next to her, and she felt honored that he would want her own opinion. "Yes, I do! You can't judge a book by its cover," she exclaimed, using the tired old adage. After she had said it, she felt it had been a silly response.
"Then it's agreed. If it's bad, we suffer through it together," Grant announced.
The picture faded in, showing a young man walking along a path. It was apparent that he was on the grounds of a college somewhere. Several university structures could be seen around an open expanse of trees and lawns. The man was carrying books and a paper bag, and he walked alone, seeming not to notice other students walking together in groups. He turned off the path, and walked up a stretch of green lawn until he came to a tree. The camera had only the man in a close-up, his eyes cautiously glancing around before the man sat down with his back against the tree. The only sound was birds chirping and leaves rustling at first, but then the sound of girl's laughter was heard. The picture changed to the man's point of view, revealing two young attractive girls sitting on the lawn talking and eating their lunch a few yards distant from the man. Then it cut back to an extreme close-up of the man, and the title superimposed over his eyes: MIND WATCH.
"This looks like it's one of those student art films that's either going to be psychedelic or was made to show off the director's girl friend," Grant stated as the title appeared on the screen.
"Some of these student films go a little too far, but please don't let my opinion spoil the film for you. It might be very good!"
Carolyn wondered what Grant; meant by his comments, but she was pleased that he respected her opinion. She took another sip of her drink and was amazed at how good it made her feel. She decided to watch the film closely so that she could discuss it meaningfully with Grant when it was finished.
The man opened the paper bag and took out a sandivich, and as he started eating it, the picture went to the two girls, picking up the blond one in a close shot. She was smiling and talking with the other girl. She was talking about a date she'd had. The picture went back to the man's eyes again, and he seemed to be staring into space. Then it dissolved with a shot of the blond, but she was inside an apartment, standing by a bed. The man was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard just as he had been leaning against the tree in the previous shot. The girl began unbuttoning her dress, looking very seductive as she stripped it off and dropped it on the floor. She stood before the man in just her bra and panties, then she reached back and unfastened her bra to reveal her large round breasts. She was stripping off her clothes for the man alone. After dropping her bra, revealing her breasts, she cupped her full breasts in her hands, rubbing the pink young nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Then after a moment, she seductively removed her panties. Then she was completely naked before the man on the bed. The picture cut back to the girl fully dressed on the lawn, still eating her lunch.
Carolyn shifted in her chair, trying not to show her surprise and shock at seeing the girl in the film so undressed. She knew that a lot of films had nudity in them, but she didn't expect to see such a film at Grant Russell's house. But she reminded herself that he didn't know what the film would be about, either, and she felt that he might be embarrassed, too. She decided not to say anything that might make Grant feel bad.
"I guessed this one right," Grant said, laughing. "The director is showing off his girl friend, but it may have merit. Of course, with your husband being in the theatre business, I'm sure you know that these films are playing everywhere these days."
"Oh, yes. Of course." Carolyn lied to him. She had never seen any film that came even close to showing a nude girl before.
"Well, I'll let you decide whether we show this one in the festival or not. Being Bill's wife, I know you're a better judge of what's acceptable than I am!" Grant said casually, his voice very sincere.
Carolyn was pleased that Grant had confidence in her judgment, but she felt her heart pounding wildly from uncontrollable nervous ness.
The picture went back into a close-up of the man's eyes, and again it dissolved into the blond girl's face. She appeared to be in real ecstasy as her head was rolling back and forth on the bed. The camera pulled back to reveal the naked girl lying on the bed, and the man, now also nude, was crouched down between her legs, his face pressed against her breasts. He began to work his mouth down over the girl's belly, and then he raised up and, smiling, looked down at the young girl's widely exposed pussy. The camera cut to a close-up of the space between the girl's white thighs, her sparse pubic hair a smooth, light brown thatch covering the soft fleshy lips of her vaginal opening. The hair-lined slit was fully visible, and the man's hands moved into the picture and ever so slowly spread the fleshy lips apart.
Carolyn couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen something that repulsed her more than what she was trapped into looking at. She wanted to get up and run out of the room, but she couldn't make her legs move at all. She was afraid of looking at Grant and taking her eyes off the screen, for fear he might know that she was repulsed. He seemed to take it all so causally, as if it was just a part of his business.
The man's face moved close to the girl's vagina, and he pressed his tongue out against the exposed clitoris. The only sound heard was a rhythmic heavy breathing, ivhich seemed to increase as the man worked his tongue more furiously at the girl's fleshy vagina. The picture changed to a shot directly overhead as the man spread the hair-lined slit open with his thumbs and drove his tongue into the moist opening of ragged flesh that fully surrounded the entrance to the girl's womb. The picture dissolved to the man's eyes again, and then dissolved again to a close-up of the purple swollen tip of a large, erect penis. The girl's hand was wrapped around the hard veined column, and her face leaned into the picture, her pink tongue jutting from her shapely red parted lips. She began flicking her tongue at the rubbery flesh of the man's erect penis, running it wetly up and down the base of the long shaft.
Carolyn took great gulps of her drink as if trying to drown her senses, but it only served to make her feel warmer still. She had never seen a man's penis erect in full light, not even her husband's, and she was both shaken and excited by seeing this girl licking the man's hard cock. She didn't think people really did that sort of thing before, and seeing it now made her belly jerk with unwanted excitement. She tried to detach her feelings from what she was looking at, as she thought Grant was doing, but she found that she couldn't stay objective about it. The tiny sensations in her belly seemed to have moved down to the space between her legs, and she could feel the forbidden moisture of involuntary desire forming there.
The girl began licking the dilated opening at the tip of the purple blood-filled head, her eyes showing her obvious pleasure. After a moment, she ovaled her lips as if she was about to blow a smoke ring, and she slowly lowered her mouth over the large throbbing penis. She took more than half of the long column into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked ferociously at the hard shaft. She began bobbing her head up and down the rigid penis, and little white lines appeared along the column from the blood near the surface being forced back by her teeth and lips. She was sucking and licking wetly on the jerking flesh, her lips wrapped tightly around the saliva slickened cock. As she raised her head up, her lips would pull out to exposed the soft pink inner flesh, and then it would curl back in as her head plunged down the long hard column. The camera began to slotvly zoom back from the close-up of the girl's bobbing face, gradually revealing that the girl was kneeling down over the young mart's body, and his head was between her widespread inner thighs. Then the picture changed to an angle showing the girl's twin melon-shaped buttocks. The man was licking at her vagina with his outstretched tongue, while at the same time he was driving a finger in and out of her tiny puckered anus. The camera slowly zoomed in to a close-up of the finger plunging in and out of the tight rubbery-ringed orifice.
Carolyn was completely mesmerized by the sight of the sexual display on the screen, and she again felt the weirdly pleasurable sensation emanating from the area between her curled-up legs. She couldn't resist imagining the man's finger in her anus while licking at her liquid vagina. When Grant walked in front of her on his way to the bar, she was relieved to have the opportunity to look away from the lewd picture. He picked up the telephone on the bar which had been flashing a small light, and he talked on the phone for only a minute. Carolyn strained to hear what he was saying without looking in his direction, but she could only discern his low rumbling voice against the loud breathing of the film's sound track. After a moment, Grant walked between her and the screen again, and this time he paused to hand Carolyn a fresh drink.
I think this may be too much for the theatre, even if it is an art festival," Grant said as he casually sat down again. "But don't let me influence your decision!"
Carolyn gulped down a large swallow of her freshly made drink, and mustered up the courage to say something. "I'm inclined to agree with you so far, but I'm trying to be fair," she said, trying to sound highly detached from the film. She hoped she appeared to be making a critical observation as some professional film critic might judge an art film. No matter how hard she tried, the mixture of the drink and the film prevented her from remaining objective.
She felt as though her body was betraying her principles, because in spite of her efforts against it, she was becoming excited. She recognized the same feelings in her body that she had experienced the previous night in front of her bedroom mirror, and she had the same irresistible urge for satisfaction.
The scene changed back to the man, still eating his sandwich under the tree. He was staring blankly and intently at the blond girl on the lawn nearby, and sweat had formed on his forehead, running down his face in large drops. Again the picture cut to a close-up of the blond girl's eyes.
Her lids were blinking quickly, and the camera zoomed back to reveal that she was lying on the bed. Her mouth was open slightly, and she ran her tongue along the edge of her red lips as her head rolled slightly from side to side. The camera cut to another angle, and the man was just raising his face up between the girl's widespread legs. Her exposed vagina was shining from a mixture of her own fluid and the man's saliva, and he lifted the girl's legs up until she was nearly doubled up like a ball. Her knees were almost touching the bed beside her full pink-tipped breasts, and her curving vagina and buttocks were completely open and ready for the excited man. Although it wasn't on the sound track, it was apparent that the girl was saying, fuck me. The man was highly excited and his large erect penis jutted out from his bushy pelvis. The glans head seemed to glow a deep purple and he moved his hips forward, making contact between it and her wet open vagina. For a moment, he didn't move, and then he leaned forward slightly to push just the head of his penis inside the tight clasping passage. The girl was in a state of sheer ecstasy, and although she was holding her legs against her body with her hands, she arched her hips up to take in more of the hard fleshy staff. The man was grinning as he suddenly pushed the whole length of his large cock down the desire-moistened passage of her clasping vagina. Their pubic hair became entangled as his pelvis slammed into her. She opened her mouth wide and she moaned audibly as her womb was filled by the long hot hard penis. The man didn't move for several seconds while the girl bounced slowly on the bed beneath him. She appeared to be trying to squirm back away from the long hardened instrument jammed in her vagina. Then, slowly, the girl seemed to change her movement, and she arched her hips up hard against the grinning man's groin. The man then withdrew his throbbing column from the stretched passage until just the tip remained inside, and as he drove forward into the girl's vagina, rock music began coming from the sound track. The picture began to cut quickly from the girl's face, to the man's face, to their joined bodies, with long cock pistoning in and out of the girl's lust-hungry cunt in perfect time to the music of the sound track.
Carolyn was so caught up in the mad fucking in the film that her own womb was burning with excitement for being filled by a large penis. The girl in the film was so obviously enjoying her seduction that it made Carolyn wonder if she had been wrong about sex all her life. The feeling in her own vagina certainly tended to make what she was seeing believable. Then another feeling came over Carolyn, one that she hadn't expected would ever be possible. She felt strangely close to the man she hardly knew sitting next to her, because she was witnessing the revealing film with him. It was as if she shared a secret knowledge with Grant, and the warmth of her body wanted to radiate out toward him.
Carolyn knew that what she was feeling was wrong, but the drink had dulled her capacity to resist her physical needs. Then, when the music started playing in the film, Carolyn felt like she had been shocked by a great wave of pleasure. It was the same music that had been playing on the radio when she had stripped off her clothes in front of the mirror the night before. It made her feel like she was completely naked, that Grant Russell knew all about her most private self, and instead of becoming tense about it, she suddenly felt completely relaxed. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her body, and she could be at ease with the man beside her. When Grant spoke, her intense concentration on the heated scene in the film was jolted instantly back to the room.
"I doubt if they bought the right to use that music in this film, so that eliminates it from being shown right there. That's a popular number, and we could be sued for running a film that uses it illegally," said he matter-of-factly. Grant shrugged his shoulders as if to say that was it, but he still let the film continue to run on.
Carolyn was too shaken to say anything to Grant. She just finished off her drink, and turned to watch the film.
The man and the girl were locked together in their mutual frenzy. The camera kept cutting back and forth to different angles of their joined bodies. The sheer intensity of their fucking was becoming greater and greater as the man's giant cock sawed up and down, in and out of the stretched, fleshy passage. He vagina appeared to be pulling and sucking at the pounding cock as it steamed into the moist flesh. Then, suddenly, a loud scream on the sound track was heard.
"I-I'MMM CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!
The girl was screaming out her climax, and she bucked crazily up onto the man's driving penis. The picture cut to a close shot of their joined parts as white cum ran out around the base of the man's hard, excited cock. Then the picture cut back to a full shot of the ecstatic girl in her climactic frenzy.
Carolyn did not realize that her mouth was open from the astonishment she felt. The girl in the film was climaxing much in the same way as Bill did, it was happening in the film right before her eyes, or she wouldn't have believed it. She could clearly see the intense pleasure of the girl in the film was feeling, and Carolyn felt the heat in her own womb growing more intense. She couldn't help wondering why Bill had never given that much pleasure to her, too. Why didn't she enjoy sex like the girl in the film did, she wondered to herself. But at that same moment, Carolyn recognized that the sensations she was experiencing had something to do with her enjoyment of sex.
The man was going crazy as the girl kept bucking up his long hard shaft. He began to slam his pelvis madly into the girl's satiated vagina. He had a desperate look on his face, and he suddenly opened his mouth.
The sound track blared out his words very loudly.
"I'M GOING TO CUMMM!"
Then the picture cut to a close-up of the girl, and she was laughing. The camera pulled back to reveal that she was on the grass with the other girl, and that they were both getting ready to leave. The picture cut to a shot of the man sitting against the tree, and he was sweating profusely. Then the blond girl got up from the lawn and started walking toward the young man. His eyes grew wide, until he realized that the girl was just meeting another girl, who was walking past him from behind. The three girls all together laughing and loudly talking walked off away from the man, and he watched them until they were out of sight. Then she got up and walked slowly away in the opposite direction, his dream at an end. The picture faded out.
Grant pushed a button on the table that closed the drapes in front of the screen, then pushed another to bring some lights in the room just slightly up, leaving a semi-dark mood lighting. He knew that his plan had worked well, just by looking into Carolyn's face.
"I'm sorry that this film wasn't exactly what you might call good taste. I should have screened it before you arrived, then you wouldn't have had to sit through such a boring film," Grant said seriously as he walked to the bar. He knew that Carolyn was afraid to look at him out of embarrassment, but he also knew that the film had gotten to her, as he had expected it would.
Carolyn was so astonished by what she had seen in the film that it didn't even occur to her that Grant had intentionally shown it. "I don't think you should run it in your theatre," she said quietly. She wasn't considering whether Grant could run it or not. Her mind was numbed from the drinks and by the images that had flashed onto the screen before her, but the sensations in her lower belly seemed to throb with tremendous intensity. She thought she could feel the fabric of the chair pressing up into the soft flesh between her inner thighs.
Grant stood before Carolyn, holding a fresh drink out to her, and Carolyn took the glass from him without looking up into his eyes. Instead of returning to his chair, Grant remained standing before her.
"These drinks are very good," she offered quietly, "But I don't think I should have another ... your wife will be arriving any minute." Carolyn's statement was as much a way of questioning, and she forced herself to look up at Grant for his response. His liquid blue eyes seemed to be smiling at her, and she stood up to try to "walk off the sensations that pounded her body now. The cumulative effects of the drinks hit her as she stood, and her legs wobbled beneath her. Grant moved quickly to catch her in his arms, and the pressure of his body against her made shivers run up her body with excitement.
"OH! I'm sorry," Carolyn said quickly. "My feet must have fallen asleep." She started to move back from Grant but he held her tightly, looking directly into her eyes. Her heart pumped wildly as every nerve in her body transmitted the contact of his presence to her brain.
"I want to fuck you," Grant announced coolly, and he bent to kiss her hard on the lips.
The sound of his words echoed in her brain as her mouth met his, and her belly jerked a smasmodic reaction from the excitement of their joined lips as she opened her mouth to let his tongue press inside. For a long moment, nothing else mattered but to satisfy the hot passion that poured through every fiber of her whole being. Then, Carolyn realized what she was doing, what was happening to her, and she fought to get away from his grip. She couldn't allow her body to rule over her mind, and she tried desperately to resist the urge to give in to her passion. The thought of her husband Bill did her no good, as she made the excuse to herself that she could not jeopardize his job by rejecting Grant. She was sure that Bill's future with Russell Enterprises would be finished.
"Please, Grant," Carolyn said as she finally broke away from him. "You mustn't do this." Carolyn was panting heavily with short breaths, and trying not to look directly at him. "Your wife-wife will be here any minute," she said feebly. It had occurred to Carolyn that Valerie was her only way out of the situation as it now stood.
Grant lifted her chin gently with his hand to look directly in her eyes, and he put on his best pleading act with his blue eyes opened wide. "Valerie called from San Jose while the film was running. She is staying there overnight because they couldn't fix her car until morning," he said softly. "I know you want me as much as I want you. Deny it if you can," he added, and he stared down at Carolyn with an insistent stare.
Carolyn knew she was lost as Valerie's return had been her only real hope to prevent her hungry body from taking her over completely. "It isn't right," she pleaded weakly.
"Tell me you want to be fucked," Grant said suddenly. He knew that he had her where he had planned, and he began to unbutton Carolyn's dress.
Carolyn stood frozen from the excitement of Grant's demand, and she didn't resist his slow removal of her dress. Her body was out of control from the drink mixture and the films, and the words Grant used seemed to excite her more than she thought they could.
"Say it! Say you want to be fucked," Grant demanded again, and he let his hands brush lightly against her arms as he slid the dress down over her shoulders to the floor.
"Yes, yes! I do!" Carolyn said, feeling the cool air against her body. She stood still before him with only her bra and panties left on.
"Say it!" Grant said, taking her in his arms and pulling her tightly, quickly against his body.
Carolyn's mind whirled, and there was no more resistance left in her. "I want you to fuck me!" she exclaimed', and her own words excited her beyond anything she had even imagined feeling in her life.
Grant quickly unfastened her bra, letting the lacy material fall to the floor, while he bent down to remove her filmy white lace panties.
Seeing the smooth near-blond pubic hairs covering her vagina made his cock twitch inside his pants, and he started removing his clothes while running his tongue wetly over the round tips of her twin full breasts.
Carolyn stood absolutely still as the last covering of her body fell down her long legs to the floor. She was completely naked before the eyes of a man she had just seen twice, more naked than she had been before even her husband, and she trembled from the realization of what was going to happen. Then, as Grant began placing wet kisses on her breasts, the urge to hold his head tightly against the globes, to let him suck at the hardened pink nipples was all that filled her mind. She let out a moan from deep within her throat, and his lips pulled at her sensitive nipples.
Grant got the rest of his clothes off without stopping the wet fondling of her beautiful firm breasts. His penis was fully erect as he finally stepped out of his pants, and it jutted out in front of him like a giant thick spear. The thought of putting his cock into her innocent moist pussy made him move quickly, and he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to the round gold velvet bed.
As Grant set her down on the warm table, Carolyn was surprised at how soft it felt, and she realized that it wasn't a table at all. It was firm, yet gave her the sensation she was floating. Carolyn noticed something else happening as she was laid on the bed.
"The pin lights come on when there is pressure against the water," Grant explained, seeing the surprise in her face. "You are lying on a plastic mattress filled with heated water!"
Carolyn saw that Grant was going to fuck her in the full light coming from the ceiling, and the idea scared her. "Can't you turn out the lights?" she pleaded.
"No! I want to see every little part of you," Grant replied, and he knelt down between her legs as he spread them wide apart with his hands.
Carolyn felt her face go red from the embarrassment of having him looking directly at her nakedly exposed vagina. She wanted to get up and run, but her passion-filled body wouldn't let her move even to resist, so she closed her eyes tightly. The sudden contact of his lips on her lower belly sent waves of pleasures through her body, and she forgot about everything except the new excitement she was experiencing.
Grant slowly moved his mouth down the smooth white flesh of her belly until his face was just inches away from her vagina. Her legs were clamped tightly against his shoulders, and he pressed them out wider to further open her soft inner thighs to his gaze. He bent down and put his mouth against the soft mound of pubic hair, while he drove his tongue into the narrow slit to make contact with her clitoris.
Carolyn nearly jumped up from the electrifying shock of the wet contact with her tiny clitoris, and she opened her eyes to better see Grant hunched down on all fours between her widespread legs, his liquid blue eyes looking up at her between her proud upstanding firm breasts, while his tongue slicked out into the pink flesh of her exposed vagina. It was like she had seen in the film, the man kissing the girl's vagina, and Carolyn felt humiliated by the same thing happening to her. It was contrary to everything she had believed about sexual relations, but the pleasurable sensations that she was experiencing made her want to have more, anyway.
Grant placed his palms against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the ragged pink lips apart to expose the moist pink slit to his gaze. Then, after studying it hungrily for a moment, he moved his face forward and snakelike, drove his tongue into the tight opening of her throbbing pink cunt. His tongue slipped up inside her walls of the fleshy opening until he could stretch it upward no farther in her.
"Oooohh, OOOOOOHHHH!" Carolyn moaned from the fleshy stab into her vagina. It shocked her into the realization of what she was letting her body be subjected to by the man hunched down between her legs. She had let him have her body, because she knew no other way or means of protecting her husband's job, and the drink had broken her resistance down. But this depraved attack on her defenseless vagina made her mind reel with disgust. She could lie back and let him fuck her, knowing all along that her conscience would be excused by not giving in to him with her mind. But the searing pleasure she was experiencing from his driving tongue was making her lose complete control of everything. She knew it was wrong for her to enjoy the lewd and vile attack on her body, but her mind kept flashing back to the images of the girl in the film, how she had obviously been completely wrapped up in her pleasure. Gradually, Carolyn thought she was that girl in the film, that she was no longer Bill's wife, but instead, was a passion-filled woman of nothing but hot, burning flesh. The tiny sensations of the flicking hot tongue in the liquid passage between her thighs ran up through her belly and stirred her brain into becoming another being, becoming the girl in the film. She began to move her hips against the jabbing tongue, and as her body was finally within Grant's complete and total control, she gave in and let him take over. Her hands took hold of his head, the sandy-colored strands of his hair clenched tightly in her fingers. Gone were the thoughts of her husband, or thoughts of the humiliation she would suffer. All that mattered now were the delicious sharp shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny needles of fire.
Valerie Russell watched the gradual changed of expression of Carolyn Compton's features over one of the television monitors. It was apparent that Carolyn had become completely submissive to the passion in her body, and Valerie reached for the switch that started the video tape recorder. She laughed quietly to herself as she thought about the reaction Bill Compton would experience when seeing his wife being fucked until she couldn't walk by his own boss.
Valerie was sitting in the midst of electronic equipment that was connected to the party room ivhere Grant and Carolyn were actively engaged in sex. Inside the control room were four monitor television sets, each connected to a camera that was hidden in the ceiling above the gold velvet bed. The cameras could be remotely controlled by Valerie to cover any area of the bed that she desired, from all angles as well. There was also a fifth master control set that showed the picture from the selected camera angle that was being recorded on the video tape. A microphone was also hidden among the lights in the ceiling over the bed, and it picked up and recorded all the sounds coming from the bed. Grant had designed this whole system himself, and he was justifiably proud of its functions. The recorded tapes could be played back over any television set in the house, but it was specifically intended to be re-played onto the large color sets in the party room. Valerie started the taping using camera 3, the one he had set for a close-up of Carolyn's vagina and the back of Grant's head working voraciously against the moist flesh. She had decided not to show Carolyn's face in the recording until after Grant had climbed up between her legs, because then showing who was being fucked by Grant would have greater impact on Bill when he saw it. She couldn't help thinking what a bastard Grant teas to use his employee and Carolyn for the entertainment of their "gathering," but the multiple images of Grant eating Carolyn also served to make her own emit become moist. She knew she was going to enjoy watching Carolyn's seduction by Grant, and she hoped that Grant would have something left for her when he got through fucking Carolyn.
Grant was laughing sadistically to himself as he tasted the juices of Carolyn's tight almost virginal cuntal passage. He gloated to himself as he realized he had been right about her knowledge of sex, and he decided he was going to really show the prudish little bitch what it was like to be fucked good and proper. He wanted to make her cum until she begged him to stop, and only then would he fill her with his own cum. He put his mind off of his own growing excitement, and concentrated on getting Carolyn ready for his large hard cock.
Carolyn squirmed and bucked under the maddening stabs of Grant's flicking tongue, and she raised her head helplessly from the bed to watch his face, her hands locked tightly across the back of his head as his lashing tongue plunged deeper and deeper into her screaming belly. It seemed as though the outrageous but soul-searing sucking of her vagina had gone on forever, when Grant suddenly forced his head free of her restrictive grip and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight to shut out the humiliation of lying naked beneath his gaze, and the shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But Grant's soft voice made the excitement of her situation return.
"I'm going to fuck you now! I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" Grant was breathing heavily, and his erect penis pointed straight at her open, helpless throbbing vagina.
Carolyn was breathing heavily as she lay still on the bed. Her belly was heaving and jerking as if the long thick cock was pointing at her was already sunk deep within her burning womb.
Grant leaned hungrily forward across her white smooth flat belly, and he sunk his teeth sharply into the quivering flesh of her upturned young breast. She tried hard to wriggle from beneath him, but his hands roaming over her hips and her inner thighs held her tightly in his grasp. His lips wetly covered the pink, hardened nipples, causing a blissful twitch to descend quickly from the twin white mounds of her breasts to her hungry grasping womb. She began to very slowly grind her buttocks hard into the exciting warmth of the water-filled mattress beneath her.
"Fuck me now! Please! Fuck me now!" Carolyn weakly groaned, and she reached down impatiently to pull her knees back against her chest, leaving her silken, hair-covered pussy completely and utterly open to him. She locked her elbows against the inside of her knees, her feet and hands pointing straight up to the ceiling. It was just as the girl in the film had done.
Grant was surprised at the complete willingness and the lewd words that spewed forth from Carolyn. His thick cock twitched heavily in anticipation of screwing into the wide open pussy that she had presented up to him. Leaning on one hand, he dropped the other hand down between their bodies, taking the hard throbbing cock in his fingers and pressing forward, using the rubbery glans tip for parting the pink, fleshy lips of her cunt.
Carolyn closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt the electrical contact of flesh against the sensitive ragged edges of her hot tight vagina. She pushed her doubled-up legs out wider as she felt the pressure against the wet opening at her fully spread groin.
"Ooooohhh!" she breathed as just the tip slithered teasingly through the softness of her pubic hair, stretching the tight tiny opening until Carolyn thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhh! Easy, darling! You're sooo biggg!" She was yelling almost at the top of her voice as he invaded relentlessly the secret confines of her clasping vagina. She looked up into Grant's face and saw his expression change into sheer lust as he looked down at her balled-up body beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the hair of her pussy.
Grant had the urge to fuck her right away, to slam his cock inside her quickly, but he fought back the temptation for fear her screams would spoil the effect of the video tape when shown to his guests. Gradually, he increased the force of his thrust as her vagina wetly parted to take his large penis into its liquid depths.
Carolyn felt the hard column of flesh filling her womb like it had never been filled before, and the walls of her vagina sent rippling waves of pleasure-pain through her body that made her squirm beneath the slow driving rod. Then, just when she thought she could take no more, his cock plunged all the way into her womb as she felt the heavy slap of his balls against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"A A A A a a h h h h!" she cried as his pelvis pressed hard against the tangle of her pubic hair. She had never been so filled in her life, and she was terribly afraid to move, for fear that she might be torn apart. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh pressed tight against the soft fleshy walls of her cunt, and she thought her whole body was impaled on the swordlike instrument plunged deep in her belly.
Grant lay still over her for a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the size of his throbbing cock. The warm tight flesh encasing his penis felt good, but he didn't want to move until she started to beg for him to fuck her. He began flexing the muscle to tease her into responding to its presence inside her, and she moaned from deep within her throat as she got used to its sensations.
Carolyn relaxed as she felt the hard fleshy column expanding slightly without giving her pain. The heat from the fleshy hard instrument was tremendous, and she felt the intensity of her burning womb begin to grow into a fire that she thought would rage out of control. Grant still hovered over her on his hands, and she slowly lowered her upturned hips to let the long instrument ride up and out of her cunt.
"OOooooooouuhu!" she exclaimed as the long shaft fully retreated until only the head remained inside her hungrily throbbing pussy. She rolled her hips up again, trying to screw her cunt back onto the long column of flesh, and Grant leaned forward to drive it down again into the hidden depths of her womb.
Oh, yes! Fuck it like that!" Carolyn moaned as the fleshy cock slickly moved down the clasping walls of her sensitive vaginal passage. She was like a different person as her passion took complete hold of her, and the thought of her total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Grant's cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Grant fell across Carolyn's body as he began to fuck her with the fervor that grew like wildfire in his groin. He pressed his hairy chest against the softness of her heaving breasts as his open mouth clamped down onto her mouth, driving his wet tongue inside. Her cunt was tight and seemed to suck like the mouth of a gasping fish at his hard flesh as he withdrew it to plunge it in deeper than the last driving lunge. She was a fireball of her own hungry passion beneath him, and he knew that he would have to go easy if he was going to keep from cumming before she reached a climax....
"Sonofabitch," Valerie said out loud as she watched her husband's fucking of the young Carolyn Compton become more and more furious. She could see them both from several angles on the television monitors, and their fury made her own cunt wet from the sensation of watching them. Yet, for the first time in her life Valerie felt a first tinge of jealousy creep over her being as she saw how Grant was reacting to Carolyn. She tried to remember if Grant had ever fucked her with such lust-driven hunger, and she shook off her jealousy as she realized that he had.
She switched to a different camera angle to get a tight shot of his cock hammering into the moist wet hole of Carolyn's cunt, and she thought she would soon want to get a shot showing that it was Carolyn beneath Grant. Keeping an eye on all of the monitors, Valerie stood up from her chair and raised her skirt up to remove her panties. Then she sat down at the control console again, drawing her legs up onto the chair to give her fingers greater access to her own wet burning vagina. The scene going on in front of her was too much to watch without doing anything, so she plunged her two long fingers of one hand deep into her hungry cunt. She finger-fucked herself in time to the driving rhythms of her husband's cock in Carolyn Compton's widespread loins.
Carolyn's whole body twitched and jerked beneath him, and she moaned into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue suddenly with complete abandon deep into his throat. Her face was contorted with passion, mouth working, nostrils flaring, neck strained, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the disheveled soft blond hair.
Grant ran his hands down along her smooth hips to the soft globes of her round, upturned ass, grasping the mounds one in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, her moist wet cunt opening wider to accept his deeper plunges into her burning womb. He thought about her tight rubbery anus, how it must be puckering and working from the excitement of his long, thick driving cock, and he took longer strokes, withdrawing his penis until just the head remained inside her clasping cunt, then he plunged forward until his pressure-filled balls slapped into the crevice of her exposed anus. He remembered telling Valerie that he would get Carolyn's virgin ass, and he ran his fingers down the tight skin of her buttocks until he made contact with the tiny rubbery opening to her rectum. He tested it with quick little jabs, feeling the tight restricting hole pucker to his touch. Slowly, he wormed his finger against the soft rubbery anus, then on a long downstroke of his loins, he pressed it up into the little flowered hole.
"Oooohhh!" she gasped into his mouth as his finger wormed into her defenseless rectum. The pain of his finger in her anus shot through her body like a knife of fire.
He pushed harder, the soft tight ring of flesh grabbing against the unnatural intrusion. His finger sank in to the first knuckle.
"OOOOOHHH!" Carolyn cried again, but there was no stopping the lust-driving assault of the object invading her rectal passage.
He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery flesh wider and wider as he ground into her. He withdrew the finger slightly, and feeling the tight resistance give way, plunged back inside to the soft warm depths of her rectum.
The deep noises of protest from within her chest slowed to whimpering of pain for barely a second and then subsided, to be replaced by greater moans of huge pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the long, fleshy presence of his middle finger.
Grant couldn't help wondering how Bill Compton would react to seeing his young wife being fucked half silly by another man. He was smiling down into Carolyn's mouth as she began greedily screwing her rectum back on his finger as he probed ceaselessly in the warm rubbery depths. She was impaled between his thick throbbing cock in her vagina, and his finger shoved to the hilt in her squirming ass. She was twisting with passionate abandon under the dual ravishment of her loins.
The soft hair-lined folds of her pussy clamped tightly to the long driving cock as he increased the tempo of his fucking to her hungry passage. He could feel the stretching of her cuntal wall by his blood-filled penis through the thin wall of flesh that divided her vagina from her rectum, and he screwed his finger in and out of the tight warm anus with equal intensity to that of his pounding cock.
Valerie was so wrapped up with her fingerfucking of herself that she nearly forgot to get an angle of the scene on the gold bed that showed it was Carolyn being fucked by Grant. She had the camera on a close shot of her ticiii genital passages being assaulted by Grant, and seeing his finger in Carolyn's clasping anus drove Valerie to even greater excitement. Valerie decided she wanted Grant to fuck her in the ass after he was finished with the taping of his fucking of Carolyn. Valerie was sawing her thin fingers wildly in her wet cunt, and she wanted to drive the fingers of her other hand into her rectum. She switched the master monitor to the full shot of the bed, showing clearly the impassioned face of Carolyn, before shoving her fingers into her own puckered anus. She felt that she would cum at any second, and she watched the television monitors intently for the exact moment of Carolyn's climactic eruption.
Carolyn was out of her mind with the sensations pouring out of her hot heaving womb. She had never in her life known such pleasure, and she hungrily screwed her wide open groin back against the pounding flesh in her vagina and anus. The sensation of the two instruments ravaging the two passages while his tongue probed wetly into her mouth was more excitement than she thought possible. She felt that her whole belly was going to exploded at any second into a thousand pieces of delightful nerves.
Grant sensed that Carolyn was nearing a climax, and he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed her body wildly beneath him. Her breasts heaved and shook up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples seeming to dig into his muscles like erasers on pencil ends. He ground his throbbing cock hard and deep into the un touched recesses of her womb, the inflamed slick swollen head smashing against the depths of her lower belly. She jerked and gasped out her ecstatic pleasure by throwing her legs out as wide as they could possibly go, while her fingers dug deep ridges of red flesh in his back. The pressure in his balls was getting unbearable as the sensitive nerves in his cock sent giant waves of pleasure down the length of his driving cock and into his groin. He couldn't contain his cum much longer, and he furiously worked to bring her to a climax.
Carolyn suddenly shook her head away from his mouth, rolling it from side to side and the intensity of the fire in her vagina became out of control. Her whole body was straining against the plunging rod in her defenseless loins, and she arched her hips up to meet the hard slamming instruments.
"OH! OH! OH!" she chanted suddenly, her face contorted in an ecstatic mask of wild uninhibited passion.
Grant felt the tell-tale signs of tiny quivering spasms rumbling deep in her jerking belly, and he quickly pulled his finger from her tight clasping anus, making a wet sucking noise as it popped out, to pressure her legs all the way back against the bed with his hands.
"Oooh! Oooohhh! Ooooohhhh!" she moaned quietly for an instant as the little spasms grew with tremendous expansion factors, and suddenly consumed her every fiber.
"I'm cumming! Oh! I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnnggg! Ooohh! Ooooohhhh! Oooooohhh!" she wailed like a banshee in a howling wind as the whole of her insides seemed to burst with the greatest power she had ever known.
He felt her cunt flowering open around the base of his thick cock as the first gushes of white-hot sticky liquid flooded heavily out of her contracting passage. Her whole body trembled helplessly beneath him as she reached the height of her yearned-for pleasure, and the excitement of her climax made his cock leap into a hugeness that demanded release. He thrust faster into her drenching passage as waves of her cum spilled out around his lunging huge fleshy rod to cover his balls in hot sticky fluid. His pubic hair became matted down more and more as he rammed his near-bursting cock heavily down onto her exploding loins.
Valerie had completely abandoned the chore of changing camera angles, as she kicked her legs up in the air, pumping her fingers furiously for her climax. Her belly was shaking with the excitement of seeing Carolyn Compton's passionate cunt fucking back hard against her husband's huge lunging penis. She was surrounded with the lewd images of their fucking, and her own climax began spilling out around her own ramming fingers as she heard Carolyn's desperate cry of release.
Grant thought her cunt was trying to suck him up inside her womb as it worked with tremendous jerks of hot spewing liquid. Her breath was coming in short gasping gulps as he thrust up into her flooding passage with one final heavy lunge as his cock exploded with his own hot burning cum. The heated stabs of liquid shooting from the glans tip of his lust-swollen penis seemed to bring her climax to even greater heights, and she bucked wildly with her whole body moving against his jerking, cumming distended cock.
"OH, YES! FILL ME! FILL ME! OOOOOHHHH!" she cried, and her pleasure stained face showed the intensity of her ecstasy, fully. Grant kept cumming over and over, his giant spurting column the deliverer of her frustrations, and she begged him for more and more.
Then they both collapsed onto a heap of intertwined flesh on the floating bed. They lay there in the pools of sweat and cum for a long moment of reverie, hearts pounding as though they would burst, their bodies limp in obscene poses of satiated lust. The tremendous satisfaction of Grant's fucking made Carolyn feel happy, and she squeezed the muscles in her cunt against the slow shrinking of his cock inside her.
Then suddenly, as she tightened her vaginal muscles for the final squeeze, the realization of what had just happened to her hit like a bolt of lightning, and Carolyn opened her eyes to the picture of her shame. In the direct light from the ceiling above her, she was sprawled out completely naked beneath the limp body of her husband's boss, his cock still buried in her wet, sperm-soaked cunt. She had given in to him willingly, let him fuck her like she had never been fucked before, while her husband was working busily at one of this man's theatres. But the worst thing of all was that she had become such a wanton bitch under the lustful driving penis in her vagina. It was true that she had been afraid of what Grant might do to Bill if she refused his advances, but to top it all off by enjoying his fucking of her helpless body made her feel horribly humiliated, because she had never given her body completely, even to her own husband. It was all too much more than her spinning mind could comprehend at the moment, and she wanted desperately to just get out of there as soon as she could gracefully.
"Please! Let me up," Carolyn said coldly, to the still-heaving breaths of Grant. Then she thought again about what Grant could do or say to Bill, and she quickly changed her tone as Grant slowly raised up from her limp body. "I think I'd better go home now," she added, with a tinge of pleading in her voice.
"Yes, I suppose you must," Grant said, smiling at her. Then he leaned forward and kissed her heavily on the mouth, and Carolyn felt her heart leap again for a second. "We must do this again," he said, pulling his lips from her warm mouth.
"Yes, we must!" Carolyn said, and she kissed him one time again as emphasis to her complete subjugation.
CHAPTER SIX
The week went by quickly for Carolyn as she spent all of her time working at everything needing attention around the house. It was her only distraction, and she didn't want to stop and think too much about what had occurred at the Russell house. Every time she had a moment to think, a horrible fear of impending disaster plagued her mind, so she kept herself busy as possible until she was so tired in the evening that she would collapse into an escapeful sleep. All the same, there had been moments when she thought she would break from the strain.
Bill had already been asleep when she had gotten home the evening she had been seduced by Grant, and for that she had been very grateful. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd had to face her husband after the way she had turned into a wild, wanton bitch. She had been so confused by all that had happened at the Russell house, that for a while, at least, she had begun to think the seduction had been her own doing. She thought that she had wanted Grant to fuck her to relieve the excitement she'd felt after seeing the film he had shown.
She was still feeling the effects of the liquor she had drunk when she got back to Mar Vista, and she had been preparing herself to tell Bill about all that had happened. But the next morning, when she awakened and saw Bill, she couldn't bring herself to tell him any of the truth, and she lied about the entire previous evening. In fact, by the time Bill had gotten up and had gone into the kitchen the following morning for breakfast, Carolyn was completely blaming him for all that she had done. He had insisted on moving out of Los Angeles, and he had gotten the lesser-paying job with Grant, then insisted that they go into debt to live in the house at Mar Vista. Carolyn had reasoned that they would be in a fine mess if she hadn't given in to Grant's advances, because then for sure, Bill would have been out of his job.
When Bill had asked her if she behaved properly at the Russell's house as it befitted an employee's wife, Carolyn had gotten really angry with him, and she had refused to speak to him all day. She told Bill that she was mad because he didn't have confidence in her ability to act properly in company, but her anger was caused by her resentment of Bill having subjected her, as she saw it, to behaving like a common whore. That whole Monday she had worked around the house, totally convinced that Grant's fucking her, and her having to fuck him back, was Bill's responsibility.
Bill had been confused by her angry behavior, and he just figured she had gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that day. He avoided any confrontation all day, and left for work that evening an hour earlier than usual. He guessed that whatever was bothering Carolyn would be gone by the time he returned from the theatre.
Monday evening, shortly after Bill had left the house, Carolyn had gotten a phone call from Valerie Russell. Not until then did Carolyn feel any guilt over her involvement with Grant. Valerie had been extremely apologetic for having invited Carolyn over for the evening, and then not being home to meet her. She went into an elaborate explanation of her drive up to San Jose to get the invitations from the printers, only to find that they had been printing the wrong date on them. She said she had told the printer that she must have them by that evening, or it would be too late to send them out, and the printer had made a special run to get the invitations corrected for her.
"You can imagine how surprised and mad I was when, after all that, I discovered I couldn't even get my car to start," Valerie had explained with a tone of real tragedy in her voice. She had gone on with the story to really give Carolyn the impression she was telling the truth. "Well, the garage told me the car would be ready in only an hour, so I called Grant to have him tell you that I would be just a little late. Wouldn't you know that the man at that garage waited for more than an hour had passed to tell me that the car required a part he couldn't get! You know, I have an English car, and the part was available from a distributor, but the mechanic had waited too long to find the trouble. By that time, the distributor was already closed for the day, and I just about blew up at everyone around me. I felt just awful at having abandoned you like that, and I know Grant probably didn't express how sorry I was for not having been there," Valerie lied. She had laid it on thick, just for the purpose of making Carolyn feel worse about what she had done with Grant. Valerie wanted to make Carolyn squirm and suffer, and she had succeeded. All Carolyn was able to say in response was that she understood what Valerie must have gone through.
Well, as you know, I'm now forced to invite everyone by telephone, so I'll have to cut back on my guest list somewhat. But you and your husband must promise me that you will be able to come next Saturday night," Valerie continued with the scheme. "Grant told me to tell you that Bill should have a replacement for that evening at the theatre, and you know how men are, so you'd better tell your husband, too, in case Grant somehow forgets. I'm just so anxious to meet you, Carolyn! Grant told me that he enjoyed your company immensely last night, and I must thank you for putting up with him while I kept you waiting."
"It was my pleasure, really," Carolyn had said. She felt terrible for having cheated with such a wonderful woman's husband, and she wondered if Valerie was aware of how Grant really was.
"Now don't forget, the party starts at eight! You must promise me you'll be there, I'm so anxious to meet you," Valerie pleaded.
"Yes, I promise we'll be there," she had replied, and she had hung up the phone almost in tears. Her own added guilt feelings made her even angrier at Bill for having put her in the position of being an adulteress, but the next day she told Bill about the party and what Valerie had said about his getting a replacement for Saturday night. Bill had said he would do his best, but he was beginning to get worried about the way his wife was acting toward him.
Bill had been wrapped up in thinking about the way he was being treated at home so much so that he forgot to make arrangements for an assistant to take his place, and he was thoroughly chastised when Carolyn had again reminded him, late Wednesday evening.
He had told Carolyn that he would take care of it the very next day at work, but matters weren't made any better when he tried to make love to her that night. Carolyn had gone to bed without wearing her negligee, but then, she wore just a plain nightgown like she wore every other night besides Saturday.
"Oh, please, Bill. I'm tired," Carolyn had said when he started to fondle her breasts. He had figured that Carolyn was up to something, since she hadn't put on her negligee, but he had been waiting to fuck her for too many nights, and his cock had already become hard from the thought of getting into her tight pussy. He had been planning on it all evening, as well.
"It's Wednesday night, lover," Bill had exclaimed impatiently, and he was getting mad himself at the way Carolyn was acting toward him. "What the hell's wrong with you, anyway?"
Carolyn had become more upset than she was during that day when Bill had told her he hadn't yet gotten a replacement for Saturday night. She didn't relish the thought of meeting Valerie Russell any more, but she had developed the feeling that she must try to be as kind as possible to her in an effort to make up for what she had done with Grant. She had made up her mind that she was going to keep her promise and be at the party, and Bill had appeared to act as though it wasn't important. So Carolyn was not going to have anything to do with Bill that night, even though they usually made love on Wednesdays.
Bill had gotten madder when Carolyn didn't give any explanation for not wanting him to touch her, and he started to grab at her body anyway, running his hands roughly up between her smooth thighs to her vagina. He had been watching an usherette at the theatre that evening, a girl about eighteen years old with one of the most sexy bodies he had ever seen, and he had thought he might have the opportunity to fuck the girl by the way she was always acting toward him. But, Bill knew that he never would play around on Carolyn as long as she took care of him at home. The thought had certainly entered his mind often enough, and sometimes he even had the opportunities, but Bill had never cheated on Carolyn, or had even come close to doing so. Then, when Carolyn had clamped her legs together to prevent him from touching her vagina, he became so angry that he said things he didn't really mean, or even feel.
"All right, dammit! If you want to act that way, I'll just have to get it from someone else!" Bill had sworn. He had jumped out of the bed as he yelled at her, and Carolyn lay perfectly still, as he stormed out of the room. Carolyn had felt sure that he meant what he said, and it only served to make her feel more sorry for herself, because she believed she'd had to sacrifice her body to keep Bill at his job.
She hadn't said a word to Bill the next morning when she found him sleeping on the living room couch alone. From that day until Saturday arrived, she hardly even talked to Bill at all, but kept herself busy, so she wouldn't have to think about what was happening between the two of them.
Carolyn was almost surprised that it was Saturday, and she decided that she would be more open with Bill. She was deeply afraid that he might otherwise make a scene at the party later that evening, and that was the last thing she needed or wanted to happen. She still didn't want to think about what was going to happen with their marriage as a result of her having been seduced by Grant Russell, but she knew that she had to try hard to make the day as pleasant as was possible.
Bill was working around the garden most of that morning, and he wasn't aware that Carolyn had prepared his favorite lunch, until he came indoors. Working in the garden had made him very hungry, as it always did.
"Bill. Are you through in the garden?" Carolyn inquired as she heard the door closed from where she stood in the kitchen.
"Yes, all finished," Bill replied. He didn't want to go into the kitchen and face the distinct possibility of Carolyn's silence again. He didn't realize that his frustration was in part due to his lack of sex, but, after the way things had gone for him all week, he just didn't want to face any more problems.
"After you wash up, come on into the kitchen. I have your lunch ready." she called to him.
Bill took his time in the bathroom, but he was hungry enough to eat just about anything offered. So he went into the kitchen expecting to eat in silence. "Well, I'll be ... that looks great, lover!" Bill exclaimed on seeing the meal on the table. He grabbed the chair and sat down immediately to eat.
"Bill?"
"Yeah? This is great!"
"I'm sorry about the way things have been these last few days," Carolyn blurted out suddenly. She meant it, too, although she was as much sorry for herself as for Bill.
Bill stopped eating and chewing in mid-bite and turned to look at his young wife. "I'm sorry too, lover. Maybe it's just that you've been cooped up in the house all week, and working much too hard," he said sympathetically. It was obvious to him that a lot had been done around the place, and he reasoned that he at least had the job to go to, but Carolyn still didn't even have any friends to visit. He hoped that was why she had been upset, and not because of something he had done or said to her.
"You may be right," she answered, fixing a plate of food for herself. "Well, tonight we'll have the evening out together for a change. I'm looking forward to the party at the Russell's.
Bill had wondered during the past week if anything had happened at the Russell's home when Carolyn had gone there to help Valerie. He realized that she had been acting cool since that night, but he had put the thought out of his mind, figuring he would have heard about anything wrong from his boss. Then too, the way Carolyn acted about going to the party, convinced him that she had a very good relationship with Grant's wife already, even though they had only talked on the telephone. He had thought it was a little odd that Carolyn would stay so late that evening when Valerie hadn't been able to make it home from San Jose, but then when Carolyn told him how Grant had run a film, Bill figured that Grant was only being polite. It was a long film, apparently, and Carolyn had been so interested in seeing it, that Grant didn't want her to think she would have to leave, just because Valerie wasn't going to be there. At least, that's what Bill saw and felt in the matter. No, Bill thought, Carolyn wants to go to the party to have the chance to finally meet other people.
"Will there be many people there, lover?" Bill asked seriously. He was honestly interested in her getting to know some new friends.
"Not as many as were originally planned for, apparently. But it will be a lot of fun for both of us anyway, I'm sure, and you might meet some of the right people there!" Carolyn was back at her old saw of encouraging Bill to get ahead again, and the thought passed quickly through her mind that she could get trapped into another sexual encounter if he did follow her advice. She decided to drop the subject immediately. "It's a beautiful house, Bill. What we saw from the outside last weekend when we drove by doesn't do it justice. It's much grander up close than from the road."
Bill was glad that she didn't start harping at him about getting ahead, and he had to laugh to himself when he saw the way she looked when she talked about the Russell's home in the Meadows. He was convinced that the house truly meant more to her than the people inside it, and as far as he was concerned, that was fine with him.
"Well, I hope I'll get a chance to see the place tonight," Bill announced quickly. He figured that was the very best opportunity he would have to break the uncertain news.
"Hope? What do you mean, hope, Bill? Why shouldn't you be able to see their home tonight?" Carolyn asked, suddenly aware of what Bill was implying.
"Don't worry, lover. I'm just not absolutely sure yet that my replacement at the theatre is going to be able to show up."
"Oh, Bill!" Carolyn was feeling her anger returning, and she tried hard to keep calm while Bill tried to explain himself.
"I haven't gotten a confirmation yet, lover. That's all. I just have to go in to be sure he shows up. Can you imagine my going to the boss's party while leaving his theatre closed on the biggest night of the week?" Bill saw that Carolyn was angry, but he knew he had to let her know she would have to arrive at the party all alone.
"When will you know?" Carolyn asked coolly. She thought she should have guessed Bill would forget about the party until it was too late.
"Well, you'll have to drive to the party ahead of me. As soon as I've gotten everything straightened out at the theatre, I'll be able to take a taxi on over there. It really shouldn't take me to long, honey!" Bill was able to see by Carolyn's expression that she wasn't at all happy with this new uncertain situation, but he figured she would just simply have to try to make the best of it.
"Okay, Bill. If that's the way it has to be, that's the way it is," Carolyn replied frigidly. She wondered to herself what might happen when she arrived alone that evening for the party.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Chevy lurched slightly as Carolyn turned the car up the driveway to the Russell residence. Her anger with Bill had made her do something she never had done before. After she drove him to the theatre earlier in the evening, she returned to the house to dress for the party. Bill had said he would do his best to get away from the theatre. Carolyn had to agree that the job in this instance, at least, came first, but she was mad that Bill had failed to make more definite arrangements when she first told him about the party. While home dressing, she began to think that Bill had no intention of making it to the party, and she had gone into the kitchen and poured herself a stiff drink from their "guest" bottle of liquor. Her unaccustomed body reacted to the drink as she reached the Meadows, and Carolyn felt lightheaded when she rang the front doorbell.
Rosie was answering the door that evening, and her hair was neatly combed in place, giving her a very nice youthful appearance in the maid's attire she wore. Carolyn thought the woman was rather attractive and nice, but she shunned her offer to show the way to the party. Carolyn slurred her words a little when she told Rosie that she knew how to find the room. As she descended the curving stairway, Carolyn clearly remembered the last time she had been there, and she felt her body trembling slightly from the thought of Grant Russell fucking her the way he had. She began to feel nervous about meeting Valerie Russell face to face when she did just that.
"You're Carolyn, of course!" Valerie said, as Carolyn stood at the entrance to the party room. "I'm so glad to meet you at last."
Carolyn stood looking at the beautiful woman talking to her for what seemed an eternity before she realized she hadn't said a word in response. "I'm so happy to meet you!" was all that Carolyn could come up with for an answer.
"Where is your husband, Bill?" Valerie inquired as she guided Carolyn toward the busy bar. Jorge was doing the bartending, and several well-dressed couples of varying ages were scattered about the room.
"He had a problem at the theatre to take care of, but he promised to be here as soon as he could get away." she answered, half lying. Valerie was already placing a glass in Carolyn's hand.
"Grant told me you were fond of this liqueur," she said casually. "I'm awfully sorry your husband is having problems there. If he doesn't get here soon, we'll send out a rescue squad." Valerie's voice added, laughingly.
Carolyn took a large gulp of the drink in hopes it would calm her nerves as Valerie began to introduce her to the people standing nearby. They all appeared to look the same to her, and Carolyn was sure she didn't catch any of their names. She kept wishing Bill was with her, as she somehow knew that these people were important persons, and she grew angrier with Bill as she drank more of her drink. She was about to ask Valerie about Grant's whereabouts when Grant came up behind them as they talked.
"Good evening!" Grant said jovially, and he kissed Carolyn directly on the lips.
Carolyn was astonished that Grant would dare to do anything like that right in front of Valerie, and she nearly fell on the floor in shock.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, straining to catch herself as she realized she nearly had spilled her drink on her hostess's dress.
"Are you all right?" Valerie asked with seemingly real concern in her voice.
"I'm just a little dizzy ... I'm all right, yes!" Carolyn managed to reply quickly, and she felt Grant's arms holding her.
"You look white, my dear. Grant, you must take Carolyn out for some air or something," Valerie exclaimed. "I'll take care of the guests," she added as a tall, well-dressed middle-aged man led her to a group of other people talking together.
"Come with me, Carolyn!" Grant urged, but he was already heading Carolyn toward the door. Carolyn followed Grant's lead obediently down the hall and through the door he now opened. Once inside the room, Grant closed the door behind them and locked it. Everything had happened so fast that Carolyn was still stunned when Grant took her in his arms and kissed her again. She responded to his kisses for a moment before realizing fully just what was happening.
"Grant! Please! What are you doing?" she said, pushing away from him roughly. She looked around the room and was surprised to see that it contained nothing except a large bed.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you again, all week long," Grant said smiling, and he reached out, taking her in his arms again. Carolyn tried to push him away, but she found that the drink had weakened her resistance, as he held her tightly inward toward his strong body.
"Please, Grant ... you ... we mustn't! Not here!" Carolyn pleaded as she felt her body weakening to his caresses. She knew she couldn't deny Grant Russell anything, as she realized that she wouldn't be with him in that room if Bill had come with her here. Her anger toward Bill made her relax with Grant, as much to get back at Bill as to protect his position. But the thought of the pleasure Grant had given her also helped to spur her on, as the drink had brought fire to her lower belly.
"I've been waiting for you to get here," Grant said as he felt her pelvis pressing against his hard cock. "Don't worry, no one will disturb us in here." He began to methodically remove her dress, and she didn't resist.
In what seemed like only a second, Carolyn found herself lying on the bed naked with Grant's nude body crouched down between her widespread legs. Her whole body felt like it was crashing with sensations as his fingers plunged freely in her hot moist cunt. The party, Bill, Valerie, everything else was forgotten, as the pleasant feeling in her vagina began to consume her entire body and being. The only thought that remained in her mind was to have the hard fleshy cock buried deep into her flaming womb.
Grant pulled his fingers for the hot clasping passage, and he twisted Carolyn's legs to roll her over on her flat belly.
The firm round globes of her smooth buttocks looked enticing to his passion-filled imagination, and he placed his hands on each side of her hips, to raise up her buttocks in the air. With Carolyn in a kneeling position, Grant moved up between her spread legs and pushed his swollen penis into the hair-lined slit of her hotly exposed cunt.
"OOOoohh," Carolyn moaned as she reached under her body to grasp the fleshy instrument and guide it into her wet vagina. She didn't care what position she was in, as long as she had his hard cock sunken deeply into her burning cunt.
Grant let Carolyn run the glans tip of his throbbing penis along the pink flesh of her cunt, parting the ragged lips until the rubbery flesh was pressed hard against the entrance to her tight passage. Then he shoved his hips forward slightly, driving the purple head into the wet, hair-lined opening, and Carolyn moaned and wriggled her buttocks back to take more of the fleshy column inside her cunt. In spite of the pressure in his balls, he held back, driving his long thick cock all the way in, and instead, he placed his thumbs in the crack of her upturned buttocks, spreading them apart to expose her tiny puckered anus to his gaze. The tiny brown hole was moist from her vaginal fluids, and he pressed his wet finger against the restricting ring of flesh, popping suddenly inside her warm rubbery rectum.
"UUUggggggghhh!" she groaned, as she tightened her anus around his finger. Her cunt involuntarily contracted around his hard penis, and she felt a mixed pleasure and pain sensation from the dual assault in her buttocks. She tried to lurch forward, away from his impaling fingers, but she was held tightly by his free hand. "What are you doing?" she managed to gasp out.
"Relax!" Grant commanded as he felt her tightening anal muscles around his fingers constricting his reach. He had been thinking about this opportunity all week, and he wanted very much to get going with the procedure before his cock would explode from anticipation.
Carolyn felt the obedient servant to him, and she relaxed as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper into her rectum. Tiny shivers of fear and anticipation ran up the length of her spine as she wondered what Grant was intending to do, but she stopped wondering as the double probings into her vagina and tightly constricted rectum made her belly jerk with excitement.
With both fingers, Grant worked furiously in her tiny puckering back passage, stretching the rubbery opening in preparation for the greater entry to come. His long hard cock twitched inside her wet eager cuntal passage, as the soft bearded lips seemed to suck and pull on the fleshy head.
Carolyn's heart pounded with excitement, her firm breasts pressed into the bed, alive with passionate anticipation, and she wiggled her body sensuously across the smooth sheet beneath them. Turning her head to the side, she looked down at Grant just as he removed his fingers and cock from the fleshy folds between her now sinuously straining thighs. Carolyn pushed back in pursuit of the departing instruments, but Grant held her fast in the servile kneeling position between his strong hands.
"Relax!" Grant commanded once again, and he placed his thumbs on either side of the firm cheeks of her full rounded buttocks, spreading the soft yielding crevice wide apart to expose her tiny pink anus. His excited cock lurched forward, toward the tight puckered hole he was now ready to fuck, and he placed the moistened, rubbery glans tip against the small rectal opening, pressing forward at the same time with his hips.
"UUUuuuuhhhh!" Carolyn groaned as she felt the bursting pressure of his cock pushing into her vainly resisting anus. Carolyn couldn't believe it was happening to her, and her mind reeled from the thought of his cock in her rectum. She tried to move away from the painful force, but she was held tightly by his strong hands.
Grant felt the tight elastic ring of flesh give way slightly to the pressure of his hardened cock, and when he felt Carolyn relax for an instant, he shoved hard forward with all his strength. The tight brown hole suddenly stretched open wide as his cock's purple swollen head popped inside her virgin rectum.
"AAAaaaggghhhh!" she screamed, lurching her whole body forward in a hopeless attempt to free herself from the terrible pain. Her face was contorted with strain as she clenched her gasping mouth against another searing scream in her throat. She knew she was being ripped apart, slowly apart, as only the tip of his huge penis had entered her tight searing asshole.
Bill Compton could have sworn he heard a cry for help as he followed the maid, Rosie, down the hallway, but he realized a party was in progress, probably a drunken brawl at that. When he stepped into the large room, he had second thoughts, because all he could see of the party were groups of people scattered around in the near-total darkness. At first he guessed that they were getting ready to run a film, or something and he waited in the doorway for his eyes to become adjusted to the dark. A cold chilling jolt ran up his spine as he saw Valerie Russell approaching him. His shock was from seeing that she had nothing on but a loosely knit dress, and her pink little nipples showed clearly at the tips of her full, round breasts. She was exquisitely beautiful, and more sensuous than Bill had dreamed she would be, but the thought of what kind of party he had gotten into also slammed into his mind.
"You're Bill Compton, of course!" Valerie said as she waltzed up to Bill. She had been anxiously awaiting his arrival, since having changed her dress after Grant took Carolyn to the other room.
Bill had to force himself to keep from staring at the voluptuous body clearly discernible through the dress, and his eyes met the liquid pools of her eyes smiling at him. "Yes, I am. Sorry to be so late. Isn't my wife here?" Bill asked as Valerie led him into the darkened room within.
"She had a slight dizzy spell, don't worry, I'm sure she's perfectly all right, but Grant was going to drive her home. A little too much to drink, I'm afraid." Valerie confided to him, heading Bill over toward the bar and handing him a drink. "You must have just missed them!"
"Perhaps I'd better go home and check up on her," Bill said quickly, but he was feeling relieved that he wouldn't have to sit through a dull party with Carolyn.
Valerie put her arm around Bill's back and led him toward a large chair. "You must stay awhile with me, I've been most anxious to meet you and talk to you alone." Valerie said seductively. She sat down in the chair and patted the seat beside her for Bill to join her on the same chair. "Your wife is in good hands, I can assure you. Relax for awhile, the party has just started. In a minute, we'll have some very interesting entertainment. I know you won't want to miss it!"
Bill felt his groin stirring with excitement as his body made close contact with Valerie's leg when he sat down. Then he wondered if he was correct in assuming that she was making a play for him. "This drink is really delicious," he said, not realizing the effect that the contents would soon have on him. He looked around the room as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and he nearly jumped with a start at what he saw. Most of the people there were also together in the chairs, and he was sure that one couple near where he sat with Valerie were in the process of fucking. The idea excited him tremendously, as he thought that he might actually have the opportunity to fuck the beautiful wife of his boss. For the first time since his wedding the thought of Carolyn didn't bother his conscience.
Meanwhile, Grant Russell stared down bulgy-eyed at the rubbery ring of flesh that held the tip of his hard penis like an elastic band. It clamped tightly around his fleshy column, as if to consume it in the hot depths inside. He waited for a moment, flexing his throbbing member several times to prepare Carolyn Compton for taking in the entire length of his giant penis. Then he pressed forward again, and the long shaft sunk in a few more inches.
"Auaaaagggggghhhhh!" Carolyn screamed in agony from the searing pain in her rectum. She thought she had been split in two by the searing lunge, but her struggle against the invading rod was hopeless, her body going limp with the last of her resistance gone. The huge cock suddenly slipped unimpeded into the rubbery depths of her hot, defensively constricted rectum, and she screamed as she felt the bush of Grant's pubic hair smash hard against her defenseless anus, the whole length of his throbbing cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Grant was surprised by the speed of his entry, and his fully buried penis made him wild with excitement. His cock swelled larger still and Carolyn moaned from the utter pain of it. Her lewd, helpless position made his blood run faster, and his cock jerked spasmodically deep in her bowels.
"UUUuuuugggghhh! Uggggggghhhhh!" she groaned with each burning jerk of his cock. The pain at first was more than she could have ever imagined in her life and it was so unbearable that she was frozen with fear of starting the pain again. Then, ever so slowly, she got used to the total and complete occupation of her rectum and she was tempted to try moving her buttocks slightly. She could look back under her swaying breasts and see the swollen twin sacs of his balls pressing down against her moist vagina. The thought of Grant's cock buried deeply inside her asshole suddenly seemed exciting and she reached under her body to take the twin balls in her hand. When her fingers made contact with the hairy sacs, his cock jerked in her tight anus, but that time there was little pain. She wrapped the firm balls in her warm hand, beginning to gently milk them as thoughts of how pleasant it would be to have his cum shooting deep into her ass floated through her mind.
Grant flexed his blood-filled cock several times as he felt Carolyn's hand on his balls. The sensations in his groin began raging with lust as he looked down at the bush of his pubic hair pressed tightly into her widespread buttocks. The swollen tip of his penis throbbed with a new urgency, and he slowly backed his long pulsating column out of the hot rubbery passage to begin fucking into her rectum.
Valerie pushed the button in the table beside the chair she was occupying with Bill, and the large television screen above the bar began to glow brightly as it warmed up. She looked at Bill as he talked casually about the theatre, and swivelled in her chair. Seeming to feel perfectly natural, she reached over and placed her hand on the lump in his pants, making him stop talking.
"You look uncomfortable. Let me take it out for you." She said casually, and without waiting for a response, she deftly unzipped the fly of his pants.
Bill didn't know what was happening, she had moved so fast. He was feeling excited by her nearness and the warmth of his drink, and his erect cock was aching to be free of his confining pants. When Valerie touched his penis, it leaped straight up into the air fully erect and throbbing from the feel of her warm hand. It looked white and shiny against the darkness of his black pants, and for a moment, Bill was embarrassed and couldn't say anything. But when Valerie began to mew quietly while she stroked his rigid column, he found himself speaking.
"You're so beautiful, I'd give anything to fuck you," he moaned silently. Her long fingers around his hard penis sent little rippling sensations down his cock.
"You needn't give me anything except the pleasure of sucking it, first." Valerie answered seductively. "You watch the television while I have my fun," she added, and she reached over with her free hand to start the playback of the video tape she had made before.
Bill couldn't believe what was happening to him, right in his boss's house with his boss's wife. He was sure he had to be dreaming the whole thing, as the color television set flashed into life. His senses reeled as the flood of color filled the room, then, suddenly Valerie's warm tongue ran up the sensitive back of his excited cock and his body was flooded with full desire for her. He glanced quickly around to see if anyone was watching them, but all he saw were other couples doing pretty much the same thing, while looking up toward the television. He turned to see what was coming on the set, thinking that it was ridiculous to watch television while someone beautiful like Valerie was sucking his throbbing penis. But Bill kept looking at the set when he saw the full color close-up picture of a deliciously moist vagina with the back of a man's head seen pressing toward it. At first, Bill thought it was just another pornographic picture, until he realized with a start that the man on screen was his boss, Grant Russell. He was going to say something to Valerie when she suddenly covered the glans tip of his penis with her warm wet mouth.
On the television screen, Grant's tongue was flicking into the passionate girl's wet cunt, and Bill wondered if that girl was the boss's wife, the one sucking him now. He knew he had gone insane, as his cock jerked from the sucking mouth that plunged down, taking in nearly the whole of his desire-hardened cock. His balls felt like they would explode, but he fought back to keep his cum from running free as he wanted to wait for that until he had it buried deep in Valerie Russell's tight little cunt, the same cunt he thought he was seeing on the television screen.
In the other room Grant was slowly driving his long thick cock down the hot, now yielding passage of Carolyn's anus. The hot tight flesh wrapped like a tight glove around his cock, sending rippling sensations over every raging nerve in the swollen column, and he pushed hard to bury it to the full depth.
"Yes, Yessss! Fuck me there! Fuck my asshole!" Carolyn shouted suddenly as the tremendous sensation of his plunging penis in her rectum made her belly jerk with joy. She didn't understand why she wanted to shout lewd words, or why she was enjoying the rape of her anus, but she was so filled with hot passion that her entire being was concentrated at the burning depths of her rectum. She still held his balls in her hand, and she massaged them vigorously to get them to release the cum that she desperately wanted flooding into her bowels.
Grant was grinning at Carolyn's lewd words and the way she rolled his balls hotly in her fingers. She was really a hot bitch under his cock, and that made him feel more and more excited. The pressure in his balls was becoming too great to control, so he gradually began to vigorously saw his thick member in and out of her clasping anal passage. She began to moan a new sound and would raise her buttocks up eagerly to meet his inward thrusts, while her anus seemed to suck back against his withdrawal. Her whole body moved animalistically under the driving lunges.
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it like that! Oooohhh!" Carolyn chanted over and over with the rhythm of his pistoning cock. She released his balls as he began lunging in and out with more vigor yet, and she placed her finger against the base of the moving column. She felt the cock folding the ring of flesh around her anus, inward, as he pushed forward deep inside her burning rectum, then the rubbery flesh would move back and out as he withdrew. It excited her beyond anything she had ever known, it was so lewd and vile and private. Her womb was wet with liquid that clung to the ragged soft flesh of her vagina, and the sensation of his balls slapping against her exposed pussy was driving her crazy with the delicious sensations in her passion-wracked body. Greedily, she drove her middle finger up into her hot hungry vagina and she added one, then another to fill her clasping pussy with her passion. She could feel the base of Grant's driving cock in her anus through the thin wall of flesh separating the two passages. She was surprised by the pleasant feeling that slammed into her body when driving her fingers in time to his screwing in her asshole. She had never been so filled with flesh pounding into her buttocks, and she would never have believed that it could feel so good.
On the television set in the party room, a voice yelling out through the speaker said: "Fuck me now! Please fuck me now!" At any other time, Bill Compton might have recognized the voice as being his wife Carolyn, but he was so frantic with the wet sucking Valerie Russell's hot mouth was making on his throbbing penis that the voice from the television set went unnoticed. But he was watching intently as the girl on the screen he still thought was Valerie, pulled her legs up completely until she had them touching the bed beside her, exposing her light blond, hair-covered vagina to the view of everyone in the room. Bill was so excited as he watched the girl wiggle her bent body up against the rigid penis pressing into her vagina.
"Oooohhhh! Easy, darling! Easy! You're so biggg!" came the voice from the television set, and the close shot that Bill could clearly see showed the lips of her vagina parting as the giant cock plunged slowly into her depths.
Bill looked down at his own hard cock, as Valerie bobbed her head up and down on it, her long black hair brushing tantalizingly as she moved. He had to work hard to fight the urge to let his cum shoot out deep into her wet throat, as her tongue licked at the base of his throbbing cock. He wanted to put his fleshy member into her cunt, just like he was seeing on the television set over the bar. He pulled at Valerie's shoulders to get her to stop sucking him, and she sat up in the chair, a passion-glazed expression on her face.
"I want to fuck you ... I have to fuck you now!" Bill whispered urgently in her ear. She kept her hand on his saliva-covered penis, while she turned quickly in the chair to face him.
"All right, darling, I'm ready, too!" Valerie said loudly as she raised her dress up to reveal her beautiful naked body. She kept the dress up around her full breasts as she placed her knees across Bill's lap, and he stared at the mound of her dark pubic hair. He realized that she was not the girl in the television show going on, but he didn't care, either. Her smooth curving cunt looked so inviting with the tiny drops of moisture between the soft hair-lined lips that his cock sprang up even larger in anticipation of entering it.
"Can you still see the television set?" Valerie asked casually as she took hold of his excited penis and pressed the full throbbing head into the folds of her hungry vagina. She wanted to be sure Bill saw who Grant was fucking.
"Yes, yes! Please-I must have it in you," pleaded Bill, as his penis made contact with the tight opening of her warm wet vagina. Valerie suddenly sat down on the rigid shaft, taking the whole of his long penis inside her warm, gently clasping womb. The sensation of his penis being completely consumed in her cuntal passage wrapped tightly by the soft flesh made Bill want to cry out his pleasure. He couldn't help but notice that she had taken him inside her cunt just as Grant had plunged his cock into the girl's vagina in the picture over the bar.
Grant could feel the fingers working in Carolyn's vagina against the base of his cock, and he heard the wet sloshing sound they made as she drove them in and out in time to his fucking her tight rectum. The unrelenting pressure in his balls was signaling the nearness of his climax, and he drove his cock with greater and greater frenzy, bringing animalistic groans from Carolyn's parted lips. Her body was bouncing back against his pelvis each time he thrust forward with his thick member, and he felt her rectum begin to squeeze at it and try to suck it back inside as he backed away. He knew she was nearing a climax, and she suddenly pushed hard back against his pelvis, taking his long penis to the maximum depth it could possibly go.
"FUCK IT NOW! FUCK IT NOW! OOOOHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHH!" Carolyn screamed out the crude words when she jammed her own fingers as far as they would go inside her, and she uncontrollably jerked her body upward on the shaft in her rectum.
Grant rode up with her bed-shaking leap as the twin cheeks of her buttocks seemed to grab at his groin to pull his long cock deeper than was possible. Her violent reaction to the explosive sensations in her belly made his own lust go out of control, and his sperm began to madly make the fantastic pleasure dash from his balls up the length of his jerking cock until it shot in great sensation giving bursts from the swollen fleshy tip buried deep in her rectum. His whole body shook.
"Aggggghhhh!" Carolyn clawed at the sheet under her like a crazed wildcat in heat, and she jammed her widespread buttocks back against the wildly pumping flesh in her anus. The fingers in her contracting cunt became soaked with her hot cum as it flowed freely out around them, her hot sperm firing deep in her rectum like bursts of a flame thrower made sizzling waves of pleasure crash through her passion-mad body. His ramming cock kept spurting over and over, filling her belly with the white liquid from his balls. The giant spasms accompanying the explosive bursts of fluid as it traveled down the length of his jerking cock were transmitted to her brain by her fingers shoved far up her gushing cunt, and she erupted joyfully.
"Fill me! Fill me! FILL ME!" she cried over and over, as her anus was stretched out forever by his ramming cock. She only felt the indecent pleasure of total subjugation to ecstasy, and she didn't ever want it to end.
The entire bizarre sight of the frantic woman glued to his spewing cock made Grant's mind flood with exquisite joy, and he wanted to drown Carolyn's belly with his sensation-giving cum. Every nerve in his body seemed concentrated at the sensitive tip of his long liquid-spewing column to crash sensationally into his loins. The strong muscles in the thighs were pulled so taut that they vibrated violently like a plucked harp string. His legs were pressed hard against Carolyn's inner thighs, and he felt the warm liquid on his legs. Carolyn tightened the powerful muscle in her rectal passage as if to milk the hard spurting cock dry of all his body fluids. Her excitement was at a peak of accelerated passion, and her fingers in her cuntal passage were drenched with the hot cum that ran over her hand and thighs to make pools of the liquid on the bed. She collapsed heavily forward as Grant's cock shot out with one last spasm in her rectum, and he fell exhausted down across her sweat-covered back. They both lay gasping for air as his cock slowly defalted inside her rectum.
"Oooohhh!" came the cry from the television set again, and Bill could clearly see the finger pop all the way into the passionate girl's rectum. He couldn't help being fascinated by the mysterious girl's body, which was being fucked like a whore by Grant Russell, and he couldn't help wondering when and how Grant had made the exciting video recording, even though Valerie was right then furiously bouncing up and down at Bill's throbbing penis. Bill thought he might reach around the melon-shaped globes of Valerie's buttocks and drive his finger into her tiny anus, but just the thought of doing it made his cock jerk.
"Cum now, Bill! Cum noowwwww!" Valerie cried suddenly as her whole body trembled down against his lap. His fleshy long penis was fully sunk in her hot womb, and the walls of her cuntal passage seemed to send rippling waves of hot fluid down along his hard blood-filled column.
Bill frantically pressed his hips up hard against the soft flesh of her vagina as his cock erupted with his hot sticky cum. His excitement of climax was reflected in the ecstatic glaze of Valerie's eyes as his cock jerked wildly in her clasping hot passage. His cum seemed to start from every part of his body and rage madly past every nerve until it shot up his tightly held member to squirt out deep inside Valerie's womb. Their mixed cum gushed out around the base of his penis to thickly mat down his bushy pubic hair.
Grant led Carolyn, still disheveled from the rape of her anus into the party room, and left her for a moment to get some drinks at the bar. Carolyn was astonished to see several couples in various passionate embraces, filling most of the chairs in the room. It wasn't until that moment that she saw what kind of "gathering" it was, and she shook as the thought of Bill's walking into the room at any moment entered her mind. It didn't dawn on her that he was already there, and Carolyn was in such a daze that she didn't notice the scene on the television, either.
She took the drink Grant brought her, and she obediently followed him to a chair near the center of the room, trying not to look at the couples as she went.
Valerie stayed in her squatting position over Bill's still hardened cock, as her belly rippled lightly from the last of her climax. She knew the point was nearing on television that she had been waiting all week to see.
Bill's cock was already becoming excited again as he watched the intensity growing between the fucking couple on the screen. He was wondering why the girl's face wasn't shown just as the angles changed to take in the complete body of both persons. He squinted at the bright picture to see clearer the girl's face.
At first it didn't hit Carolyn what Grant was motioning for her to look at, and when she saw the scene on television she instantly thought it just another film like she'd seen the last time she was there. She, till then, still hadn't realized what it was when she heard her name shouted right behind her.
"Carolyn! What the hell...?" Bill yelled out loud as his eyes focused on the face of his wife strained with lust as his own boss fucked into her like a stallion gone wild. It was his wife being fucked on television!
Valerie stayed seated on Bill's cock, holding him down in the chair as she watched the astonished look on his face. "Who else?" she said, grinning as she shrugged her shoulders at him.
Carolyn turned in her chair to see who had shouted her name, and her mouth fell open seeing Bill with Valerie Russell, skewered hard down on his jerking penis. Then she looked to where Bill stared so intently, and she recognized her voice as she saw herself in the burst of a climax on the screen.
"I'm cuuuummmminnnnggg!" seemed to echo loudly through the entire room, and Carolyn fought to keep from fainting.
"What are you doing? Why have you done this?" Carolyn screamed out at no one in particular. Her totally confused mind couldn't stay on anything but for an instant, and pictures of Grant's grinning face, then Valerie's lewd smile, the television set with her climaxing under Grant's pounding body, other people smiling and then the horrible look on Bill's face, slammed into her brain with the earthshaking realization of what had been happening. Carolyn started crying hysterically.
Bill was emotionally shattered when he saw Carolyn being fucked by Grant, and when he heard Carolyn screaming behind him he was shocked momentarily into stunned silence. The bizarre scene around him was like a thunderous blow and he shoved Valerie off his legs while jumping to his feet. His first impulse was to kill Carolyn, but then the true villains of the cruel joke suddenly dawned on him.
"What kind of people are you?" Bill demanded as he pushed past Grant to get Carolyn. He thought she was going to break down completely, and he held her tightly in his arms to protect her.
"Welcome to the club!" Grant exclaimed with a smooth, triumphant grin on his face.
Bill looked at the smiling faces of the people gathered around Grant. Valerie was laughing loudly as she walked up and put her arms around Grant.
"You're crazy! you're all insane!" Bill shouted, and the rage in him suddenly welled up to the surface. His fist crashed into Grant's smiling face like a high-speed locomotive, and Grant sailed back into the crowd of people, dragging Valerie with him.
Bill didn't say another word. He picked up Carolyn and, half-running, carried her out of the room. Rosie was by the front door as Bill stumbled into the entry hall from the stairway, and she held the door open for him, as he rushed through to take his wife to the car, and home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sale of their home in Mar Vista turned out to be less of a financial disaster than Carolyn had predicted. Luck certainly played a part in it, as the agent who originally sold them the house had another anxious buyer waiting in the wings. The entire transaction was completed in a week, and Bill proudly announced that they were only out the moving expenses after the final price was agreed upon.
They also were fortunate to find a place to go, as Bill had contacted some friends in Los Angeles. Through them, he got a manager position sight unseen, at a theatre in San Diego. It helped to ease the tensions that had stayed with both of them since the night of the Russell's party.
After that night, Bill never returned to the theatre, or even talked to Grant again. He didn't even bother to clear his desk at the theatre or pick up his pay check. This wasn't as much a matter of pride as it was his fear of doing something more than just hitting Grant if he were to see him again.
Bill had realized that they had been witnesses of a cruel joke for the entertainment of the jaded group that Grant and Valerie Russell associated with, and if it hadn't been for Bill's easy going manner, he might have failed in making Carolyn realize what had happened.
Carolyn had remained in a semi-state of shock for several days, listlessly following Bill's directions as he arranged to sell the house and prepared to move to San Diego. She seemed to be gripped by the fear of losing her marriage, despite Bill's words to the contrary. Carolyn wouldn't stop blaming herself for the entire strange episode, until after several days of calm explanation, Bill finally made her understand that what had happened was over with. She cried from the relief of knowing that Bill didn't despise or blame her.
Of course, then from that time on, their life together was different, and they recognized that their old moral standards were inadequate after what they had learned about sexual needs. They didn't put it into words or action until after they left the area for San Diego, but they both looked forward happily to discovering mutual pleasures in their new attitudes of unrestricted sexual fulfillment.
They never knew that Howard Russell had closed the door to any near-future promotions of responsibility for Grant, after having severely chastised him for having mixed business with pleasure.
