Checking into the Kong Frederick Hotel in Copenhagen, Jenny Morrison had little thought other than she was with her husband on a glorious honeymoon. They had flown from the States directly to Paris and had spent a week sight-seeing and eating in the very best restaurants. From Paris, it had been Rome, after Rome, they had flown to London. It was a mad, giddy whirlwind with no expenses shirked, since her newly acquired father-in-law had been most generous and had left them with the admonition that they were to spend all of the money having a good time.
Her husband, Fred, had a good job, the house they would move into when they returned to Ohio had a down payment and reasonable mortgage payments, so there wasn't a reason in the world why they couldn't enjoy themselves and, for once in their lives, squander a little money. Her father-in-law had embraced her warmly at the airport and said, "Now you two have a good time. Do a few reckless things. I certainly hope you do, but, who knows? You may never get another opportunity like this again. So live it up!" He was never to know just how much they were to put his advice into practice.
Jenny knew next to nothing about Copenhagen. Dimly, in her mind, she remembered something about a man going there to have a sex change operation. Or was it Sweden? It didn't really matter to her. She remembered wondering at the time just how a man could be changed into a woman. Being very young, and uneducated in such things, she had quickly dismissed it from her mind and turned to more important things; like dating boys.
Because she never read papers or bothered to listen to the news on TV, Jenny wasn't at all informed about the nature of pornography in Denmark; to her, it was just another country to visit on a perfect honeymoon. She visited each place with an eye for details, trying to remember everything so that she could tell her girl friends all about it when they got back.
Fred Morrison wasn't so naive. He knew of Denmark and its liberal view of pornography and had contrived to change their itinerary once they got to Paris. Jenny didn't mind. Since they had checked into the hotel, Fred's mind had been racing feverishly. Living in a small town in Ohio, running the local Community Chest and being a member of the Rotarians, and holding a position with his father's Chevy franchise had never offered him the opportunity to get near or see much pornography. His family had a name and reputation to uphold in the community, something he had been aware of ever since he was old enough to understand. This honeymoon was a golden opportunity to satisfy a craving that had been bottled up in him since puberty. Like any other normal American male, he was curious. Like any other normal American male, he was more than curious, since it had been denied him by government censorship, he was panting to get a look at "what went on" in Copenhagen.
In their room, he left Jenny to unpack and freshen up and told her he was going to the desk to get maps, information, and perhaps acquire the services of a guide while they were there. He agreed they would meet in the bar in an hour.
He fairly sprinted out of the lobby and stood on the curb, waving for a taxi. He had no concrete plan in mind, just the desire to find some pornography.
It wasn't hard to find. No sooner was he settled in the cab than the driver turned to him and said in broken English, "American? Like see some movies? I know good place. Pretty expense. Money. Can take other places, less money."
His face flushed, yet grateful he was spared the embarrassment of asking, Fred waved his hand and nodded. "No, no, that first place you mentioned will do if it isn't too far away."
The driver grinned, all teeth. "No, it not far. Just down here."
A few blocks and the cab veered to the curb. Fred paid and tipped generously and looked around. A store, with the windows painted black was all that he saw on the block. The driver, leaning out of the cab, nodded, "See? Go in. Nice inside. Want me for to wait?"
Checking his watch again, then looking at the store front which now seemed sinister and grim, Fred thought it wouldn't be a bad idea. He nodded. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea. I won't be too long."
As he opened the door and entered the store, Fred Morrison's mind was full of conflicting thoughts. He wasn't really a swinging person and had no thought or idea of cheating on his bride. He rationalized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, that he was, by virtue of his masculinity, entitled to view such a scene, that he knew of many a friend who had had a 'stag' night prior to getting married. It wasn't, he told himself, as if he were going to cheat on his wife; all he was going to do was see some movies that might, should Jenny come along, embarrass her. If anyone had asked him if he believed in the double standard, he would have denied it. But, at this moment, the double standard was too convenient to dismiss.
It is impossible to imagine what Fred expected to see when he stepped into the store: a harem scene, a Roman orgy in full swing, a giant screen depicting all kinds of perversions. Instead, all he saw was a small room with a counter and behind the counter, a bright eyed, smiling, young girl with blond hair and blue eyes who beamed at him and said, "Hello. Can I help you?"
Fred would have much preferred a man, any man, even a greasy man who talked out of the side of his mouth and leered about the movie he had to offer. Looking at the young attractive girl, his face reddened, grew a deep, crimson as he noticed that she had a low cut wool blouse on that revealed the snowy hillocks of her breasts almost down to the nipples.
The nipples! Fred swallowed hard as he realized she wasn't wearing anything under the flimsy wool and her nipples pressed forward, imprinting themselves as if they were yearning to be free. The girl, sensing his stare, put her elbows on the counter and cupped her chin in her hands, leaning forward so that her breasts were squeezed provocatively up between her arms. They bunched together and jellied out of the blouse, one pink nipple breaking free as Fred caught his breath and tried not to stare. "You want to see the movie?" she asked in a light voice with a lyrical accent.
"Huh? Yeah, well, I thought I might. Just look, you know. Can't stay too long."
The girl bit her tongue mischievously. She had had many experiences with naive Americans. This one was younger and cuter than most. "All right," she said, looking at his tall frame and handsome face, "You must pay me then I'll show you inside. The movie is on but you can stay as long as you like."
"Okay, but I'll only stay a little while," Fred said as he fumbled for his wallet, still not taking his eyes from her exposed breast. He wished she wouldn't look at him with that sexy smirk.
He paid her and the girl handed him the change then said, "I'll show you inside, it's very dark and it takes a while to get used to it."
"Oh, you needn't bother," Fred said, his face flushing again as the girl came out from behind the counter, her breast still sticking out, quivering with each step she took. She was wearing a micro-miniskirt and Fred saw she had shapely well-developed legs.
"I'd better bother," the girl laughed, "else you might be stumbling over some bodies and find yourself in the middle of something you're not ready for."
"What?" Fred asked, rooted to the spot. They were standing in front of a curtain and Fred had thought -- or imagined -- he was entering some sort of small theatre with rows of seats. "What do you mean?" he asked, apprehension on his face.
The girl stood facing him, her back to a curtained doorway, and laughed. "You Americans! There is nothing to be afraid of. Not a thing! It is an informal atmosphere we try for. There are couches and pillows on the floor. Some of our customers like to watch the films lying down." She winked and giggled. "Come on," she urged, taking his hand, "I'll see that you're seated."
Taking her hand and stepping into the darkness beyond the curtain, Fred thought, my God, the boys back home will never believe this!
Just the touch of her hand, the mere thought of this beautiful young girl leading him in the dark with one breast plainly exposed to view was enough to arouse him mightily. Fred's sexual exploits prior to meeting Jenny had been average: much dating, heavy petting, few actual incidents of intercourse, many lonely nights tossing restlessly in bed, dreaming of things he'd like to do. Once, while in the Navy, he had visited Tijuana and a whorehouse and had done things he had felt guilty about for months afterwards.
When he had met Jenny, it had been tacitly agreed, from the start, by parents and friends, that this was the girl he was to marry. They were of the same age and background and everyone seemed to approve. He treated her with a growing respect and never once, during their long engagement, had he seen her dressed in anything less than a bathing suit.
Not even on their wedding night, in a Paris hotel, did he see her totally naked. Her figure was, as a friend once said, "Devastating." And when she had come out of the bathroom in her flimsy nightgown, Fred had almost groaned aloud. Her breasts were too beautiful to believe; rich, ripe, jutting out above her slim waist and lovely hips. All he had was a brief glimpse of her loveliness then the light was out and they were groping frantically. She was a virgin and he hurt her and she had cried. Although he liked to think of the first night as tender and warm, he could not completely shut out a feeling of disappointment. It was not what he had hoped for.
The ensuing nights of their honeymoon were not much better. Each lovemaking was over too quickly. And always, the lights were out and both of them felt awkward and self-conscious. Never, afterwards, did they discuss what had happened. Waking the next morning, they greeted each other and talked as if nothing had happened the night before.
Now, Fred found himself being guided by this young teasing girl through the dark, looking down at his feet and being unable to see much but dark vague forms. He glanced at the screen and saw white naked forms moving. The girl turned, took both his hands and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, her body almost touching his. Fred reacted and pulled away.
"No!" she whispered. "There is a couch right behind you. Sit down."
Automatically, he sat, sinking onto a soft and comfortable couch. The girl released his hands and moved to one side, sitting down beside him, leaning again, too close, to whisper in his ear, "I'll just stay to see if you're comfortable."
Hastily, Fred turned to whisper in her ear, finding, instead, her cherry mouth only an inch from his. "You dont have to!" he blurted.
"It's all right. You Yanks say, it's okay, no? I'll just stay. I haven't seen this one yet and I'll look at it a little. A bell will ring if anyone comes in." She reached and patted his knee as Fred flinched and the girl giggled, enjoying his discomfort. There was something very fresh and appealing about this particular American to her. He wasn't like most of them. Most were fat and middle-aged and impatient about things.
Fred sank back on the couch, glad for the anonymity the darkness allowed him, wishing the girl wouldn't sit so close to him. The only sound in the room was the whirring of the projector as the film slid smoothly through the sprockets. On the wall they were facing was a screen and now he was looking at a close-up of bare legs. Lovely bare legs of a girl, long and shapely and a hairy masculine hand was caressing them. He caught his breath again as the camera panned up, up along her long curving thighs, on up, up higher still until, incredibly, he was seeing a close-up of her mound of Venus covered with softly curling pubic hair.
Fred stared bug-eyed as he watched the masculine hands gently caress the smooth nakedness of her belly, saw a face, in profile, lean down into camera range and a wet tongue lick the hair. Then, like a fox terrier,, the face burrowed into her flesh, got lost in the pubic hair and forced its way downward, spreading her eagerly cooperating legs.
Then the camera pulled back and Fred was breathing heavily through his nostrils as he saw a naked man and woman on the bed. His eyes darted everywhere. The man was crouched above the woman, on his knees, hairy and naked, his penis huge and erect. The woman lay sprawled on the bed, nude, lascivious, with her legs spread wide and her huge breasts spread apart. Her eyes were closed and her mouth half open in an ecstatic smile. She was breathing heavily and, as he watched, her hips began to roll and undulate, thrusting upward with her legs spreading farther apart with each undulation.
The camera cut to the bottom of the bed and Fred felt his own cock bulging under his clothing as he saw her cunt. As he watched, the girl's hand stole down to her vagina and her fingers massaged her pubic hair then two fingers slowly spread her vaginal lips and revealed the moist glistening slit of her cunt as she began to grind with her hips, her other hand groping for and finding the back of the man's head and pulling him down.
The girl sitting closer now next to him took his perspiring hand in hers and squeezed it, Fred barely noticing and too absorbed by the film to pay much attention. The man was licking the cunt now, running his tongue up and down the whole length of it, something that Fred had always wanted to do, something that he had heard of, but never had the nerve to do. It was too lewd, too vile, too wanton and pagan; and yet, right now, it was almost too exciting to watch! Fred felt and heard himself grunt as he watched the man, with a slow lewdness, with a coldblooded calculation, slowly sink his tongue into the cunt as far as it would go. With his mouth open and dry, Fred watched as the girl on the screen pulled her legs as far apart as possible, her knees up by her breasts and threw her head back in wild abandon and bliss as she thrust her hips up.
The man had both of her lovely wide buttocks cupped in his hands now and was tilting them up and slowly running his tongue in and out of her moist cunt as the camera pulled in closer.
Closer still, closer until all that could be seen was her soft cunt lips lined with pubic hair and his red tongue sinking in, too, slowly out of sight. Fred groaned and shifted on the couch. His own cock was bulging now and felt uncomfortable under all his clothing. He couldn't tear his eyes from the screen or pay attention to the girl sitting next to him as she leaned her weight against him and again slowly pressed his hand.
The camera pulled back and watched as the girl began thrashing about on the bed, her arms flung out and grasping bits of the sheet in bunches, her face contorted by the ecstasy she was feeling. Fred watched as she began grinding her hips faster and wilder, the man's tongue darting in and out now, the two of them building to a climax where the man opened his mouth wide and covered her cunt with his lips and sucked hungrily at it. The girl in the picture opened her mouth wide and her feet came down on the bed and she pushed her hips upwards, lifting her whole body off the bed except for her neck and feet and writhed around as the man held firm and sucked as hard as he could as she bucked and turned while the man gripped her waist in his strong arms. The girl's eyes were wide-open now and wild, the cords and veins in her neck were standing out.
"Ah, that Arne," the girl next to Fred murmured.
Distracted, Fred turned, "What?"
"That Arne. He is the devil," the girl chuckled in a low voice.
"You know him?!" Fred asked, astounded.
"That is, how you Americans say, putting it mildly, No?"
Fred looked at her thunderstruck that she should know the man in the picture. "Him? You know him?"
The girl laughed. "And why shouldn't I?"
"I dunno." Fred shook his head. It was all too much to believe.
The girl squeezed his hand and pointed at the screen again, leaning closer to whisper, "Watch what happens." Fred could feel her soft bare breast against his arm.
He looked back at the screen. The girl was wild, tensing her body against an orgasm and, with a mighty effort, Arne, sensing what was happening to her, pulled free. A great collective, "Ahhh," came out of the darkness in the room around the couch that Fred was seated on.
Although there was no sound to the film, they could literally feel the scream of rage and frustration that came from the girl's throat as Arne pulled away. She sat upon the bed and glared at him with smoky lascivious eyes. Like a cat, she was on him, flinging her arms around him and sticking her tongue in his mouth, her body pressing up against his and writhing, glistening in the camera light. She moved more like an animal than a human: wanton, sweating, sinuous, eager to recapture an orgasm that had almost been hers.
As Fred watched, she slid down Arne's chest, her tongue licking the nipples on his chest, her teeth taking little love bites. Fred watched, his breath shallow and fast, as he saw her tongue lick all over his stomach, saw her hand grasp his thick erect cock and lovingly stroke it, saw her tongue and open mouth licking near to it; nearer, closer as Arne sat back on his haunches and grinned down to watch what the girl was doing. The expression on his face told the viewers that he was going to enjoy this.
The camera slowly closed in for a close-up of the girl's face. Her eyes were closed and that same blissful smile was on her lips again as she slowly squeezed the cock. Fred was amazed by the size of the cock. It seemed at least an inch and a half thick and was close to nine inches long. He watched, his face feverish, as the girl slowly pulled back the foreskin and the camera leaned in close to see the massive mushroom head blossom out.
The girl next to him was stroking his thigh now with her free hand and he was too excited to stop her or tear his yes from the screen. His own cock was bulging bigger and he spread his legs to allow it more room and the girl next to him, her head on his shoulder, whispered, "Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
All Fred could do was shake his head in a negative fashion and go on watching as the girl's pink wet tongue slowly came out and licked the very tip of Arne's cock and Fred moaned. Beside him, the girl whispered in his ear, her hand slipping at the same time to caress the inside of his thigh, "I'm told it gets much better. Watch."
Watch was all that Fred could do. He forgot all about time, about his young bride, Jenny, back at the hotel. He was in a wicked heat. He was horny and didn't care about anything except seeing more of Arne and the girl.
He sat forward, watching. Once, in Tijuana, a whore had offered to make "French love," but, because she wasn't really attractive and because he was vaguely afraid of some kind of disease, he had refused, even though he had wanted to. He had daydreamed and wet-dreamed of such a thing happening but never thought he would actually be watching it with a beautiful young girl sitting next to him!
It seemed that a thousand thoughts rushed to his mind all at once: he wondered what time it was and felt a strong anxiety to get back to the hotel, he wondered what the girl, whose name he didn't even know, next to him, wanted from him? Why was she paying attention to him? Was she a whore? Or was she attracted to him? What kind of morals must she have to sit next to him? pressed against him, stroking his thigh with one lovely (he could see it out of the corner of his eye) breast, its nipple now hardened and pointed. What kind of girl was she? How far could he go? And the movie!
Fred sat watching, trying hard to act calm as he saw the girl's saliva-moistened tongue roll lasciviously around Arne's cock, slowly wetting it. Then, his heart thumping hard, he watched as the girl slowly sank her mouth and full, bee-stung lips over Arne's cock and let it slide slowly into her mouth as the girl next to him slowly and lightly let her hand fall on Fred's bulging crotch. "My God!"
"You like?" the girl whispered in a voice that Fred was barely able to hear.
Fred sat staring at the screen, watching the girl beginning a rhythmical sucking up and down the bulging shaft of Arne's cock and he felt the girl's hand feeling for his own rigid ramming prick and he never had felt more sinful or excited. A wild exciting sense of irresponsibility coursed through him. Always, ever since he could remember, he had been responsible to someone or something. Now, the wanton lewd idea and feeling swept over him like heavy syrup. For once, just once, in his whole life, he felt like giving in and behaving lewdly. It would be so easy.
Now Arne, up on the screen had reached down with his two hands and entwined his fingers in the girl's thick hair and held her head steady, in place, as he slowly began fucking in and out of her widely ovaled mouth in long easy strokes, her lipstick-rimmed lips locked tightly around his sliding instrument.
Fred closed his eyes as he felt the girl's hand beginning to unzip his fly. He leaned back and lay on the couch motionless as he felt the girl stop his zipper halfway down and grope through his underwear and he felt her hand take the head of his cock into her palm and squeeze. And Fred moaned aloud and opened his eyes to see Arne forcing the girl back, bending her back way down until her head touched the bed. The girl, still on her knees, lay back with her back arching way over, her two hands holding onto Arne's cock as he began to fuck in and out of her mouth with savage strength.
The girl had Fred's cock out now, and, as he shifted his eyes, he saw her lean forward and rub the nipple of her breast over the head of his cock. With another low moan, Fred shifted his eyes back to the screen. Arne was now pulling his cock out of the girl's mouth and the girl was fighting to suck it some more as if her life depended on it.
Arne fought his way down to where he had his arms tight around her waist. The girl, sensing what he wanted to do, ground her body into his, their mouths locked in a wide-open lewd embrace, and threw her legs wide and thrust her hips up, eager, dying to fuck.
The girl had begun to slowly masturbate Fred while looking at his face with an amused lascivious grin. Fred could only moan, he was powerless to move. His mind raced ahead to how far they could go while his eyes watched the screen and the two figures fucking into each other with all the violence and energy they could summon. Other people were coming onto the bed now, other couples, naked, embracing. Dreamily Fred watched, feeling his cock growing harder and bigger than ever before while the young blonde girl continued to stroke his prick with her hand.
The girl took her hand away briefly to wet it with her tongue then started stroking Fred's cock again. It slipped back and forth lewdly and Fred felt he might come righL then, shoot out over the cushions and customers.
Then the bell rang
The beil outside rang, signifying someone had come in and Fred sat stiffly up. fuli of fear at being caught and a raging auger at b"ing interrupted. The girl made a face, clucked her tongue and shrugged her shoulders. "I've got to go, darn it." She kissed her fingertips then pat ted his cock with them. "I won't be gone long!"
Fred sat stiffly erect in the dark, looking at the screen and working his cock back into his pants. My God, he thought, of all the times for an interruption! Three couples were now on the bed and, as Fred watched, his mouth open, they were switching back and forth. Arne was now fucking a blonde girl that looked very much like the girl who was taking tickets and had been sitting next to him! Now he pulled away from her and turned to a third girl who was sucking his cock while another man, a dark man, was fucking her. Something about the girl reminded him of someone he knew. Jenny! It wasn't Jenny but it looked enough like her to remind him that she was still alive and back at the hotel!
He held his wrist next to his face in order to see the time by his watch. He was late! He had to leave! And, if the taxi wasn't there, he would be later still!
He zipped up his fly and was up and stumbling through the cushions and out from behind the curtain before he could think. The girl was behind the counter, flirting with a middle-aged customer. She raised her eyebrows and made a pouty expression with her mouth. "Oh? Leaving so soon?"
Fred, still excited, his face flushed, stammered, "I... I... have to. Engagement, I mean, that is, I have to meet someone."
The girl came out from behind the counter and the customer, feeling self-conscious, went through the curtain. "Oh? I'm so sorry. Perhaps you'll come again?"
"Maybe," Fred said, his hand on the door.
"My name is Sigrid Unser. What is yours?"
"Jim Smith," Fred lied, fearing, for some unknown reason, giving her his real name. Perhaps he felt he had done something wrong, that he had, in some way, been unfaithful to Jenny and he didn't want her to know it.
"Nice to meet you, Jeem," Sigrid said, lowering her eyes. "And, the next time, if you'll give me a little notice, perhaps we can get together and not be disturbed. Perhaps we can get together, no?"
Fred shrugged. "We'll see." The wicked prospect of being alone with someone completely hedonistic like Sigrid excited him but he fought to hide the feeling.
"Perhaps," Sigrid said as he opened the door, her voice low and honeyed, "If you have a girl friend we can all get together with Arne."
Fred stepped out and shut the door and stood staring at it. Arne! What kind of immoral perverted girl was she? What did she have in mind?
Fred turned from the door in a stupor. The cab was still waiting. He got in and nodded dumbly to the driver who drove him back to the hotel.
It would take another whole novel to say all that was in Fred's mind as he drove back to the hotel. It is enough to say that his thoughts were lewd and wild. He felt as if he were a different human being, a new person and, although he had yet to admit it, he was already forming some plans for their stay in Copenhagen.
His hands were actually trembling as he lit a cigarette. What had his father said, way back there in Ohio? Live it up. Fred settled back in the cab and smoked, a slight grin on his lips, a slow boiling sensation in his groin.
Chapter 2
Jenny, back at the hotel, took her time unpacking, even taking time out for a good hot shower and a long leisurely brushing of her hair. She stood in front of the mirror and asked herself what girl could be more happy? Here she was, on a first-class European honeymoon, with a man that was successful, respected, and handsome. He was, by any standards, a catch.
Why, then, wasn't she completely happy. In truth, she was happy for these few minutes alone, this chance to freshen up and take the time to think. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful, with a figure that some times caused her embarrassment when men turned to look at her or gave her a vulgar wolf-whistle. She had been a virgin up until Fred had taken her and it had been the most intense and important night of her life. Jenny had a secret: ever since puberty, Jenny had been obsessed with lust. Constantly, as a teen-ager, she had been bothered by carnal dreams, wild dreams of hot flesh and electrifying thrills, dim wanton memories of wild hairy men doing unspeakable yet thrilling things to her.
Her state became so agitated, she finally went to see a physician in a strange city and, after much beating-around-the-bush, she tearfully blurted out her feelings and desires. The doctor had seemed embarrassed but kindly. He talked to her for a long time in a soothing voice, reassuring her, telling her that what she was feeling was quite normal and a stage that most young girls go through. In that one respect, he lied, for he had never had a patient with the intensity or sensuality that Jenny exhibited. He told her that her feelings would change once she got married, that everything would be all right. Yet, when she was gone, he shook his head sadly and told himself that, up until his interview with Jenny, he had never met a latent nymphomaniac.
A simple and uncomplicated soul, Jenny had plenty of old-fashioned character. She believed the words of the doctor for the simple reason that he was a doctor, a medical man, and he knew better than she. It would all change when she got married. And that slogan, that phrase, hung in her mind and became her battle cry through many a trying night and day with her dates trying to seduce her.
When she met Fred, he became her savior. It would all change, she would reach a satisfac-tion, she would feel different, she would relax, she would not be thinking of sex constantly, she would be happy and fulfilled. She guarded herself carefully during their courtship and engagement, put her thoughts in a maximum security cell in her mind. Everything; sights, scents, touches, was erotic to her and, if Fred had ever pushed, she would have helplessly fallen into his arms.
Whenever girls got together and talked about sex, Jenny felt herself driven wild by their descriptions and had to get up and leave or change the conversation. Later, at night, in bed, alone, _ she would toss and turn, staring at the dark ceiling, fighting to keep her hands off her body.
Once, after work, she had stopped in a new chain drugstore to shop for soap and cosmetics and had wandered by the magazine rack. She stopped as if she had run into an invisible wall. Nudist magazines were on display! Her greedy eyes ran over the covers and she walked away with a fire deep in her buttocks. She had made several purchases then stalled for time, pretending to browse in the nearby paperback racks. When business slowed and no one was near the magazines, she wandered over, picked up a Life magazine and leafed through it, then, quickly, she picked up a nudist magazine and sped through it, putting it down as if it were a bomb and hurrying home with enough dreams for a month.
Then, after all the waiting, after all the time of agony, it was finally Paris and the night when everything would change.
And, of course, it didn't change. The first time, it hurt, and, more importantly, it didn't change anything. It was all too brief, too hurried, in the dark, and, just as the flames of lubricity and wantonness were roaring up in her and pleasure began searing through her body, it was all over, done with, and the craving was worse than before!
After the last time they had made love, Jenny had felt like crying out of rage and despair. It would never be different! It only seemed to be getting worse!
And, like most young, relatively innocent people, she blamed herself rather than Fred or their mutual inexperience or guilt feelings. Jenny felt that there was nothing to do but endure it, be a good wife, hope, that in time, her feelings would change.
She dressed in a pretty dress and went down to the lobby and to the bar. Fred was nowhere in sight. She went back to the desk and asked about her husband. The clerk smiled, "He left about an hour ago, ma'am."
Jenny thanked him and went back to the bar' and sat at a table, vaguely worried. Where had he gone to? She reassured herself he went on some errand, some simple errand and would be straight back. Still, she didn't like being left alone in a strange country with a language that sounded as if they were all swallowing their words. She ordered a soft drink from the bartender and sat, trying to act poised, until Fred should come back.
She couldn't help noticing the men in the bar and the way they all were looking at her. A handsome young man in a corduroy jacket with leather elbow patches smiled at her and got up and sauntered over with his drink. He bowed slightly by her table. "Pardon me, are you American?"
"Why, yes," Jenny laughed, wondering if she looked that obviously American and slightly flattered to be one.
"May I sit down?" the man asked, seating himself and smiling at her charmingly.
Nervous, Jenny put her hand to her neck. "Well, you see, I'm waiting for my husband."
"Oh?" The young man cocked one eyebrow but did not move.
"Well," Jenny gave a nervous little laugh, "I don't think he would like it."
"Like what?" the young man said sardonically.
"Your sitting here. What made you sit here? I mean ..." Jenny flushed as she felt that craving coming on stronger than ever before. "What I mean is, just what do you think I am?" she asked, adopting a hurt defensive tone.
The young man looked at her for a few seconds, chuckling silently. "What did you look like?" he asked. He got slowly to his feet and smiled down at her. "You looked like a beautiful desirable woman I thought I'd like to meet, get to know, and make love to." He waved idle fingers at her and walked off, smiling, back to the bar.
Jenny sat as if shot through the heart. She could barely catch her breath. No one had ever talked to her that way before! She longed for Fred to come into the bar and save her from the attractive man who was now toasting her at the bar. She found she couldn't take her eyes off him. If only Fred would come into the bar, talk to her, say what that stranger had said and they could go up to their room and make love all the rest of the afternoon. All of the rest of the day and night!
She felt dizzy and put her hands to her eyes, visions of her nightmares blending with the young man at the bar. She thought she was going to faint, that she would have to cry out for help and fall to the floor when a voice said, "Honey! Here you are!"
Fred was sitting down, all smiles, out of breath and his face flushed. "Did you have to wait long?" he asked, seizing her hands and squeezing them.
Jenny laughed, relieved. "Where have you been? I was beginning to get worried."
Fred grinned. "I got lost," he said sheepishly, amazed at how well he lied. "I was told about this guide who spoke English and was real good and I went out to find him and got lost. I've been wandering all over."
"Why didn't you take a cab?"
"I finally did," Fred lied, sailing on beautifully. "But, you know me. I was determined not to give up. I was going to find my way back no matter what. When I saw what time it was getting to be, I hailed a cab. What are you drinking?"
They chatted on, with Fred ordering a martini and the young man turning away at the bar, looking for other girls. Jenny was happy to see Fred because he distracted her from what the young man had said. No one had ever talked that directly or honestly to her before. It was still on her mind, and she talked rapidly and animatedly for some time. They agreed they would spend the rest of the day in the Tivoli Gardens.
And they did just that, having a late lunch and walking through the gardens and enjoying the amusements. Jenny had never seen Fred so excited or talkative. He told her about the guide he had found. His name was Arne and he had a girl friend by the name of Sigrid Unser and that Arne really knew the night life of Copenhagen and, for a modest price, would act as their escort. Jenny agreed, delighted with Fred's light-hearted and energetic mood. Getting lost and walking in Copenhagen must be good for you. You act so full of pep."
Fred, still imbued with the feeling of being naughty, of doing something wrong and getting away with it, still carrying a vestige of his wild reckless feeling, "I think it could be quite a night, I really do."
It is typical of so many people brought up as middle-class Americans that think their thoughts of lewdness and sensuality extend to themselves. Never, does it seem to occur to them that others might feel the same way they do. As a consequence, so many people walk around harboring a dirty guilty secret. So many lives are needlessly hurt or destroyed, so much time wasted by people feeling guilty and repressing their feelings and desires.
So it was with Fred and Jenny Morrison. If they had only been honest with one another, if only they had found the opportunity or courage to admit their stories to each other, they would have saved themselves a great deal of trouble.
How contrived, one must say to himself, how unreal that two people, married, should not, sooner or later, confide in one another. And, one who thought that way would be right. It is conceited to think that only a select few, intelligent and worldly enough, confide in one another. It is more real, and human to say that everyone, sooner or later, confides in another human being. When people are in love, such as Fred and Jenny, it is almost inevitable that it will happen. It is a very important part of being in love.
Fred was happy with himself, as they strolled through the gardens, that he was already beginning to confide in Jenny; that he had, in effect, already told her about Arne and Sigrid. Especially Sigrid. He had told her about them, judiciously omitting a few details. But, in time, he would tell her all.
But, he had to get both of them drunk before he had the courage to tell her enough.
Fred picked out one of the best restaurants in town, an old restaurant with heavy wooden beams, candlelight, and panelled walls. They sat in a booth, against cushioned leather and toasted each other. The drink was aquavit and Fred was instructing Jenny how to drink it: in one searing gulp.
His mood was happy and wisecracking and the mood was infectious, for Jenny found herself happy and full of talk as Fred ordered still another round. After they had had three drinks and Fred could see a giddy look in Jenny's eyes. It didn't take much with her, but, to be safe, he ordered another round.
"You wouldn't believe the things I saw today," he began casually.
"What?" Jenny asked, smiling bleary and sweet.
Fred grinned and looked down at the table. "Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you."
"What? Why?" Jenny was immediately curious.
Fred waved a hand. "No, I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Fred?" Jenny pleaded, "you tell me."
"Look, I am sorry I brought it up."
Jenny slapped her palms down on the table, laughing. "Fred Morrison, that's not fair!"
Fred winked at her. "I never said I would be fair, only love and honor you."
"Well, you'd just better honor me this minute and tell me everything or else."
Fred grinned at her. "Or else what?"
Jenny looked impish, her chin tucked in. "Two can play the same game, remember?"
Fred snorted. "You're safe."
Jenny made a small "O" out of her mouth and arched her eyebrows. "Am I? Well, in that case I won't tell you what happened in the bar while I was waiting for you."
They looked at each other and burst out laughing. The aquavit was taking increasing effect and Jenny felt her limbs grow heavy and lazy. It was such a pleasant feeling, feeling slightly drunk and having the conversation allude to illicit things. Fred waved his hand. "Okay, I'll tell you what I saw today. I was trying to find my way to this address, see, this Arne guide-character. Well, I was going down this street and I walked past a bookstore and looked in the window and did a double take. Let me tell you, I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd heard about it but had forgotten all about it until I looked in that window."
Jenny leaned closer, her voice dropping. It was as if she knew, by instinct what Fred was going to say. It was in his voice, his manner, in the very air around them, pulsating, at this moment, in her loins. "What did you see?"
Fred grinned at her tor a long time before he quietly said, "Pornography. I forgot. There are no laws against pornography in Denmark. Anything goes and ... brother!"
Jenny licked her iips and tried to focus her eyes. Fred was handing her still another drink. "What did you see?"
"Everything."
"Everything?"
Fred nodded and there was a pause as Jenny seemed to look off, thinking to herself. "Tell me about it."
"Well, it was pretty raw."
"Teli me."
"In detail?"
"Yes, tell me everything."
"Well, I don't know if I should, it's all pretty real and raw."
Jenny looked at him with half-open eyes.
"Please tell me?"
Fred started, not looking at her. "Well, they've got all kinds of magazines," he lied, "And all kinds of nude shots of men and women naked."
"Together?" Jenny breathed.
"Some of them. Some of them are alone, some in groups."
"Groups?"
"Yeah, groups. Five, six people all together."
"Men and women? Naked?"
"Yeah, on beds and on the floor."
Fred went on talking but Jenny found herself incapable of listening. Rather, it was as if she had suddenly transported somewhere far off and could only hear the babble of Fred's voice through some faulty transmitter. Groups! Men and women together, all of them naked! It was as if a new world had opened before Jenny's innocent and unbelieving eyes. Groups! People doing all sorts of things to one another; things ordinarily never thought of, or, if thought at all, it was in the dark while Fred made love to her. Wild, half-formed thoughts or ... dreams! To her alcohol befuddled mind, it was exactly as if Fred were telling her that her dreams existed in reality; that she dreamt things that had actually happened. She closed her eyes for a moment while her imagination reeled and ka-leidoscoped with images of hot sweating bodies swarming, writhing, turning. Men turning to attack her sexually, sending electric thrills up and down her spine, twisting and turning her.
"And that's not all," Fred's voice said.
"What's not all?" Jenny asked, snapping back to listen to his voice.
"There's more," Fred said with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Oh," Jenny said, rubbing her eyes and looking down at the table. She tried to focus her eyes, seeing still another drink of aquavit being placed in front of her. How many is that, she wondered. With an effort, she tried to gather her thoughts. "Did you look at many of the books?" she asked, turning back to Fred who looked so handsome, so sexual, in a blurred way.
"Oh, just a few. Enough to get an idea of what goes on. But it isn't the magazines I wanted to tell you about."
"What?" Jenny asked, bending close. She was trying to listen while forming a plan in her mind to get Fred to do to her what was done to the girls in the magazines.
"Well, I told you I was looking for this guide named Arne something-or-other. So I asked the owner of the store and he says he's down the street in another store and so I go to it..." Fred's voice trailed off and he said, "I don't know if I should tell you this part."
"Fred!" Jenny said, nudging him with her elbow and almost growling, "Come on, tell!"
"Well, it was a store and, I went in."
"Is that all?"
"No. There's more."
"Well, goon!"
"Well, it was just a store with a counter. A very little store with no shelves, no merchandise, just a counter. There was a girl behind the counter."
Jenny caught her breath. "A prostitute."
Fred shook his head. "No. I thought that too. I asked for Arne and she said he wasn't there, but he would be back in about an hour if I cared to wait."
"Did you? Jenny asked, suddenly wary, her excitement turning to apprehension. What would she do if he got involved with another woman?
Fred laughed and rubbed his hands together, delighted in the easy way he lied, never before realizing he had such a handy talent. "That's what seemed so funny. Wait where? There wasn't even a chair to sit on. All we could do was stand and look at one another. Then this girl tells me that I was standing in a movie theatre and the movie was on now and did I want to see it?"
"Was she pretty?" Jenny asked, trying to hide her jealousy.
"She sure was. Her name is Sigrid Unser and she's a friend of Arne's," Fred said with a Cheshire cat grin.
"Did she make a play for you?"
"All she was doing was being nice. And selling tickets. I didn't know of any place nearby where I could kill some time unless it was that bookshop, so I bought a ticket and left word that if Arne were to come in, she would come notify me. So I went in."
Jenny, her apprehension vanishing, leaned forward still further and saw Fred glance down her dress at the cleavage she was showing. "What was the movie about?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I didn't know what I was getting into. They were movies of * man and a woman."
Jenny felt her breath hot through her nostrils. "What were they doing?"
Fred ordered still another round of drinks and, after the waiter had served them and backed away, they put their heads together and Fred began talking. He told her, in lurid detail, in four-letter English that only served to excite Jenny all the more. She had heard, "Fuck!" yelled in the streets, had seen graffiti scrawled on walls, but never before had she heard the word uttered low, softly, not as a swear word, but as a lewd, lustfully wet word used to describe something sensual and wicked. He told her every detail of the movie, describing each detail, omitting the part about Sigrid and the way she had toyed with his penis.
When he was through, there was silence between them and Fred slowly straightened and ordered dinner.
They ate in silence with Jenny once, suddenly, putting down her knife and fork and asking, "How can people live like that?"
Fred cut his beef. "I dunno."
"I mean, what must they be like? What must they believe in?"
Again, Fred said, "I dunno."
They ate their dessert and drank their coffee in silence, Fred pretending to admire the dining room while Jenny spent time looking in her hand mirror. The bill was paid and a tip left and Fred was holding the back of her chair as Jenny got up. She turned to him suddenly. "I'd like to see those movies."
Fred acted surprised. "Oh, no, not you."
"Why not?" Jenny asked, just the edge of belligerence in her voice, finding the aquavit made her bold.
"Well, I'm not even sure they will allow women in to see them. I dunno."
"Why not?" Jenny asked again, grinning now as they made their way through the tables. "Pornography is legal, remember?"
"Yeah, but..." Fred's voice trailed off.
They were standing on the curb now and Jenny was pretending to be hurt; did, in fact, feel the slight edge of resentment. "Oh? All right. Okay. It's perfectly all right for you to see them. Is that it? Are we going to go through life with a double standard? What's good for you is bad for me. Is that it?"
"Come on," Fred said, "I told you I got into that movie more or less by accident."
Jenny took a deep breath. "Well, would you want to see them again?"
Fred scratched his head. "Well, I suppose so."
"Then there's no reason in the world why you shouldn't take me." She gently touched his arm. "This is probably the only chance we'll ever have to see something like this."
Fred rubbed his chin and nodded. 'That's true."
"It's something we'll never do again," Jenny added.
Fred looked at her, squinting one eye. "You know what you're getting into?"
"You told me. I want to see it. If it gets too bad, we can always leave."
"That's true." He looked at her and laughed.
"Why not? Why not have a little fun? After all, it will be just this once. I'm game if you are."
Jenny nodded and he hailed a cab and they sped off to the theatre, Fred giving the driver the address. They didn't know it, but they were never going to see the movie and, the events that were to happen to them in the next six hours were going to change their entire feeling about the world around them.
Chapter 3
The cab slowed and pulled to the curb. In no time at all, they had arrived. They were on the street, Fred had tipped the cabby and they were left alone to stare at the store front. Fred was now faced with the reality of Sigrid and all the way in the cab, he had been silent, wondering how he should treat her and wondering what he would say if she mentioned anything about earlier this afternoon. He decided he would be alert and simply do everything he could not to let the situation arise.
Jenny, on the other hand, had been busy thinking how she would react to the situation:
would her sensuality show? Was it 'right' to feel the way she did? What would she do, later, getting Fred into bed after having seen the movies? Would she go berserk? Would Fred be amazed then repelled by her unleashed passion? She didn't have answers for any of the questions she asked; in fact, all her thoughts were fuzzy and the only clear-cut motivation was a desire to see the movies. She squeezed Fred's hand and said, "Let's go in."
They stepped into the store, the two of them with their faces flushed, grinning, as if they were doing something wrong. They were gay and laughing and none too steady on their feet.
Sigrid, locking up the cash box, looked up and smiled. "Well, hello. Back so soon?"
"Sigrid, I'd like you to meet my wife. Honey, this is Sigrid, the girl I was telling you about."
"How do you do, Sigrid."
Sigrid gave them both a surprised smile and said, "It is my pleasure to meet you."
They stood in awkward silence until Fred said, "Well. We were kinda thinking ... we thought we might see the show together unless there is some kind of rule."
Sigrid put her hand in front of her mouth and laughed. "There is no rule. The only rule is that you are of age and have the price of admission."
"Oh, then," Fred laughed, reaching for his wallet. "How much is that, again?"
Sigrid smiled, cool and blue-eyed, as she put her elbows on the counter. "I'm sorry, that is quite impossible. The last show ended five minutes ago. I'm closing up and you just happened
Jenny thought for a minute then laughed. "Well, nothing has happened.
Fred laughed. "That's true. Maybe we ought to go back to the hotel."
"No!" Jenny said, then added, smiling, "At least, not yet."
"Well, then, what do you want to do?"
Jenny shrugged her shoulders and gulped down her drink. "I don't know, anything you want to do, I suppose."
"Anything?"
It was as if Fred had just said a magic word. At the thought -- the thought somewhat fogged by liquor -- of doing 'anything' her husband might want her to do, the gnawing in her was rampant. She took a deep breath and held it, closing her eyes. Deep in her bones, she knew it was going to be a wild, exciting evening. "Anything, I'll do anything you want."
It was the way she said it, more than the actual words that excited Fred. It was as if she surrendered to him completely, that he could ask anything of her.
Fred was alive with energy and optimism. He sat erect, his glass held on high. "Okay, here's to one night the Morrison's won't be telling their grandchildren about! Waiter!"
They toasted each other and Fred ordered another round. "Okay, I say let's go to that party, if you're game."
Jenny found her heart beating hard as she nodded. "I'd like to at least see it. If it's too awful, promise me one thing?"
"What?"
"If I can't stand it, promise that we'll leave."
Fred held his palm up. "My solemn promise." But, he was grinning when he said it.
An aura of relaxation settled over them, once they had agreed. Fred suggested it was still early and perhaps they ought to have a few drinks before going. Jenny readily agreed and they snuggled against each other in the booth and talked, Jenny asking, "What do you think will go on at the party?"
Fred pursed his lips and looked judicious. "Lot of nudity, I suppose. Maybe, unless I've got a dirty mind, they'll be some sex."
Jenny giggled, half dizzy from the alcohol. "And we can watch?"
"I suppose so. Who knows? Maybe, like I said, I've got a dirty mind."
Jenny giggled again, wiggling closer to him. "I don't think so. We never talked like this before. Supposing we see some sex?"
"Yeah? Supposing we do?"
"Well, how will you feel watching two people making love, having sex right in front of us?"
Fred didn't like the tone the conversation was taking. "What do you mean, how will I feel? Excited, I suppose. Why?"
Jenny looked coy. "Would you feel like taking your clothes off?"
"What do you mean?"
Jenny took a deep breath and let it all come out. "Would you think of taking your clothes off and making love to me while other people watched?"
Fred's face turned a deep scarlet. "Of course not! What gave you that idea?"
"Nothing. It just occurred to me that you wouldn't mind watching other people make love and I wondered if you'd mind people watching you make love to me, that's all." Jenny looked cool and innocent. Neither of them yet realized they had just stepped into a chasm. Although the both of them were intelligent, they were still naive, and had no idea what was in store for them.
"But, you're my wife!" Fred blurted in answer to her question and, as soon as he had said it, he realized, what difference does it make? How do I know that the couple we are watching aren't married? What logical reason was there for him not to make love to her? The thought, once crys-talized in his mind, implanted there by Jenny's question, would not go away. He waved a hand. "I'm not an exhibitionist, I just like my love-making private, that's all." But it wasn't all. The image of him fucking his wife in front of strangers, danced in his mind like a demented phantom'. It could, it would be very, very exciting!
Jenny smiled reassuringly. "Just wanted to see what you'd, say. You could never get me to do a thing like that."
"Oh? Why not?" Fred asked. Although he didn't, in reality, want her to do a thing like that, he wasn't exactly elated when she said she would never do such a thing. He would have liked it had she been a little more risque about ii
"Oh, I'd be embarrassed to death. All those people!" She smiled at him shyly.
"Yeah, I see what you mean. .Let's say we drink up and go. Remember, if either one of us gets insulted or offended, we leave. Okay?"
"Okay!" Jenny said with a smile. She was drunk enough now to be recklessly fatalistic. She would let Fred handle and worry about everything. She would do whatever he told her to do. "This is going to be some night."
"You bet!" Fred said, draining his glass. "What the hell. It will be an experience. Something we'll never get a chance to see again, so we might as well do it."
"I like talking this way," Jenny said as they got up to leave.
In the cab, they said little, holding hands, smirking at one another, each with his private thoughts about the party they were going to. They were both afraid; afraid it would be a seedy or violent scene, afraid they'd be embarrassed. Also afraid they would somehow be sexually humiliated. And, their fears, their unspoken desires, their imaginations only excited them all the more. They were "both aroused by expectation and Jenny could feel her breasts swelling and the vaginal lips of her cunt grow moist against the tight crotchband of her panties. Fred felt his cock growing deliciously hard and the two of them were stroking one another as their cab drove out into the country.
Fred looked out of the window, wondering where and how far they were going. "If it's too far, we may have trouble getting a cab back," he said.
Another mile down the road and the cab turned off, went up a tree-lined road and pulled off in front of a beautiful white house of very modern Danish design. Any fears they had that they were getting into something sordid or cheap, were immediately gone by the tasteful and clean design of the house and the colorful mixture of paintings and wood walls they could see from outside. Whoever lived there, were obviously people of taste and wealth.
They stood outside looking at one another, Fred suddenly serious. "I'm not sure a couple of ordinary Midwestemers like us fit in here."
Jenny felt herself suddenly shy, sobered, magically by the reality of what they were getting into. She stood looking at the house, realizing this was no midnight dream, no rousing out of bed, sitting up, sweating and shaking, with wild sex-lust dreams still in her mind. This was the house, real, concrete and stone, and inside, she could hear the sounds of the party, a real party, going on.
Jenny stood, holding Fred's hand, on the verge of saying, "Fred, this is crazy. I don't want this. Let's go back to the hotel." Yet she bit her tongue and listened. The sound of the party, the cool insinuating beat of jazz music, the murky, exciting bubble of voices low and vibrant, the rich ribbons of laughter that snaked across the evening air; laughter that sounded lewd and smacked of an orange color stirred Jenny deeply, turning her mind from leaving. That lewd, raw laughter. Where had she heard it before? In her dreams. And her craving, her longing came back and she squeezed his hand. "We can always leave."
Fred grinned at her. That wild feeling of once, just once in his whole long life he should be a little reckless, came over him. "Okay. What the hell."
They strode to the door together and rang the bell.
The door was opened by an incredibly blonde girl, her hair bleached as white as some tropical beach, her eyes an incredible ice blue against her smoothly tanned skin. She looked at them in a poised way, a cigarette and drink in one hand. "Yes?"
Fred tried not to look at her in a lustful way. "We were invited by Sigrid Unser."
The girl smiled with teeth as white as a wedding cake and motioned them in.
The first feeling Jenny got was the fact that she was dressed rather poorly and conservatively compared to the women she saw. Cocktail dresses and pants suits predominated. Fred found himself the only male in sight wearing a suit, shirt and tie. All the rest were wearing gaudy mod sport shirts with scarves or turtle-neck sweaters.
The house was packed with most of the people in the large two-storied living room. People sprawled on couches, chairs, large cushions and pillows. The far end of the room was marked off by two long couches face to face with a velour covered mattress between them on the floor.
Fred and Jenny slowly mingled with the crowd, taking drinks from a tray. It seemed like any other party given anywhere in the civilized world. The only odd thing Fred saw was a platform with a movie camera and lights mounted on it. He nudged Jenny and motioned. "Why do you suppose they got that set up for?"
"To take movies, naturally," Jenny said.
"Or unnaturally, depending on the case," Fred said with a smirk.
Fred and Jenny found themselves a corner near the bar and they retreated to it and watched the party as the lights grew dim, the music swelled up and couples began dancing.
The intensity of the party grew as the music grew wilder, the dancing more abandoned and the drinks were flowing. Cigarettes were lit in the semidark and were passed from hand to hand like swooping, floating fireflies. A pungent odor began to dominate the room. Fred looked at Jenny and raised his eyebrows. A man in front of them, turned around and offered them a half-used cigarette. "No thank you," Fred said.
The man shrugged and offered it to another couple. Fred and Jenny stood, looking around the room, listening to the music and watching the people. Without thinking, Jenny began moving her hips in time to the music. The pungent burning odor of what Fred was sure was marijuana was all over the room now and people were moving about or dancing with dreamy absent smiles and the women began to dance a little looser, a little more abandoned.
Fred and Jenny kept drinking, with Fred making trips to the bar and finding it increasingly hard to get the bartender's attenttion. Finally, the bartender ambled over, smiling, a bottle in his hand and said something in Danish.
"I beg your pardon?"
"OH? American? Ha. Keep the bottle. I am having good time." He grinned and held up a bowl that Fred hadn't really looked at but assumed was filled with nuts or popcorn. It wasn't. "This is good. Have some hash."
Fred looked down into a bowl half full of homemade cigarettes. "What is it?"
The bartender leaned close and pronounced the word carefully, all horse teeth. "Hashish."
"Oh," was all Fred said, and, for some reason he couldn't understand -- perhaps he didn't want to be laughed at by the bartender. Already his style of dress stood out, so Fred took one and put it in his pocket.
Back next to Jenny he said nothing about the hashish and poured her a drink. Jenny was dancing in place now, looking out over the dark smoke filled room. "Look at that," she said, nodding.
Fred looked to see several couples necking, running their hands over each others bodies. Fred and Jenny stood next to each other in silence, looking around the room at the dancing and necking that was going on. One tall lovely raven-haired girl had stopped dancing and was kissing a man passionately, rolling her hips against his groin. Fred continued to pour drinks and they both drank without noticing how much they were consuming. It seemed as if the sex heat and energy in the room burnt up all the alcohol in their systems and only served to excite them all the more. Their minds grew blurry and reckless while their bodies grew vibrant and lustful.
The tall raven-haired girl broke free and began a wild dance in front of her lover, running her hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her loins while her fingers teased down between her legs. People moved away to let her dance solo. The girl's eyes were half-; closed and glazed, a glint of light catching and showing the wetness of her eyes. She might have been looking at her lover, she might have been looking far off, it was difficult to tell where she was focusing.
As the crowd began urging her on with a low murmured approval, she began to strip, taking off her jacket and letting it fall to the floor, taking off her blouse as she moved and writhed sensuously in time to the music and Fred I leaned forward, gaping, as he saw her take off her black bra and throw it to the floor and dance, naked from the waist up, her beautiful uptiltedl breasts cupped in her hands as she danced close! to her lover, offering them. Then she was unzip-1 ping her tight slacks and pulling them down, I shimmying in place, her breasts rolling and I quivering as. she squirmed out of the slacks and I stepped out of them, clad in only a brief pair of I panties. Slowly, moving in time, she rolled the panties down over her hips until they were noth-l ing more than a G-string. Fred could see the topi of her softly curling pubic hair and gulped his I drink.
With one last thrust downward, as if she were I giving in entirely, the girl tore her panties free I and stepped out of them naked and dancing wan-1 tonly, voluptuously, gradually sinking to the I floor where she writhed with Fred and Jenny I standing on tiptoe to see. She writhed and I thrust her hips up, her hands all over her body,! her legs gradually parting to reveal her female!
secret, her cunt that was now swollen and parted, its wet pink lips visible in the darkened room. Both Fred and Jenny felt as if a bolt of electricity had surged through them. Everyone in the room felt it and couples began kissing and fondling each other more passionately and Fred slipped an arm around Jenny's waist as they watched the girl working herself up to a sexual frenzy, lying on the floor, legs spread wide apart, her naked body visible in all of its female lust. Fred ran his eye over her large lovely breasts, her thin waist and firm stomach, her long tapered legs and her cunt that was just crying for someone to fuck it. Fred closed his eyes for a second and wished with all his might that he was the man about to fuck this wild woman.
But he wasn't. Her lover began to undress in a slow cold-blooded way, looking down at the girl who spread her arms out to him.
But it wasn't a 'him.'
Fred squeezed Jenny tight as he looked and gasped, his mouth dry. "Look, Jesus, look at that!"
Jenny and Fred watched in a growing sexual-stupor as the girl's lover undressed and slowly revealed himself to be a she. A woman, . with short hair cut like a man's. Tall, slim, with small breasts and slim hips.
She stood, naked, smiling down at the fullblown girl writhing at her feet. With slow lewd smile she kneeled then lay on top of the girl with her full length and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues protruding.
Fred watched, feeling his cock as hard as iron as he saw the firm tight buttocks of the lesbian grind into the girl under her and saw the girl throw her legs wide and draw up her knees with an abandoned sigh. Jenny watched, her breath light and fast and her mouth dry as she saw their bodies writhe and struggle and move in an abandoned animal-like way. She had heard of things like this but never had imagined themi happening. Now, seeing it, it was tremendously exciting. There seemed no love in it, just a hot sticky animal excitement and searing pleasure.
Both of them watched, drinking, having unknowingly finished half the bottle, as the lesbian began a sensuous tongue licking journey down the girl's neck, all over her shoulders, her armpits, then, watched, as her mouth greedily attacked her breasts and nipples, licking, sucking, biting, arousing the girl to wild gyrations. I
The two of them watched, their eyes glassy as the lesbian continued on down over the girl's rippling stomach, her hand finding its way to her open cunt, kneading and parting the pubicl hair with her middle finger then caressing and| stroking the girl's cunt, running the fmgerj slowly up and down the girl's ever-moisteningj slit. They watched as the girl, still licking thej stomach, slowly let one finger sink into the redi warmth of the moist cunt and to begin to teas! ingly flick in and out.
They watched, their mouths open, their eyes| half-closed as the lesbian crouched naked, her! knees spread wide and licked with her tongue all the pubic hair and now finger-fucked in and outl of the girl's cunt with two fingers. The girl, oil her back, was going wild now, gyrating her hips and reaching down with her hands and entangling them in the lesbian's short hair and urging her mouth on downward.
Now the lesbian pulled her hands free and her fingers probed for the girl's tight buttocks, separating them with her forefinger probing for her anus. The girl threw back her head and closed her eyes and tilted her hips up and relaxed as she felt a finger tickling at her tiny puckered anus and the red wet tip of the lesbian's tongue beginning to flick over her clitoris.
The lesbian shifted position now, her legs toward the girl's head and sunk her finger into the anus with a sudden thrust that made the girl cry out in surprise and stiffen. She remained impaled on the finger while the lesbian drove deeper, sawing in and out. The gjrl cried but didn't stop moving, and, as they watched, the two of them sweating, her cries of pain worked themselves into moans of pleasure and she realxed and enjoyed the finger worming around in her. Now the lesbian's mouth looked like it was eating some juicy delectable plum as it closed over the girl's cunt.
The lesbian pulled her head away and with her free hand, she used her fingers to spread the girl's cunt wide-open and bury her wiggling tongue in it. The girl went wild, flailing out her arms, her face contorted by intense sweet pleasure.
Fred and Jenny watched as a man kneeled to kiss the girl passionately and the girl responded wildly. The man tore himself free to kiss and maul his companion. All around the room, couples, watching, were kissing, fondling each other, gradually disrobing as they watched! the scene on the floor. Hands, male and female,! were coming out to caress both the bodies: their! breasts, their buttocks. Some man had his handl in the lesbian's cunt as she sucked and licked at the cunt, her hand jabbing harder and deeper up the girl's anus.
Both Fred and Jenny were breathing hardJ Fred had never seen such a look on her face before. They looked at one another and kissed,! Fred sticking his tongue in her mouth. To hill surprise, she opened her mouth wide and shot! her tongue back. They pulled apart and looked! at one another, flushed, drunken, excited.
They looked at the two girls on the floor now.j The girl on her back was growing more excited,! her movements heavier and more convulsive! She flailed the air, reached for and caressed the! lesbian's buttocks, sighing and moaning all th"l time. Her fingers massaged and stroked her anus and her cunt. The lesbian moved her buttockw closer, the girl got her hands around her but-i tocks and pulled them toward her. The lesbianB responded, putting one knee over her head and! burying the girl's face between her thighs. TJm two clung together, sucking each other, movinM like some lewd, dancing snake.
"Yes!" Jenny moaned aloud as she saw a maul standing over them naked, his prick erect and! huge. A girl, next to him, still half-dressedM sunk to her knees and took the cock in her handl and looked at it dreamily before opening her! mouth wide and lovingly licking it and suckinw on it as if it were a large piece of sweet candy.!
Jenny felt herself melting. She thought she was going to faint and slumped against Fred. Fred was bleary from so much to drink and had now dispensed with a glass, holding the bottle by the neck and nervously taking nips from it. God! he thought, I've never been so hot.
He wanted to fuck, he wanted to get into the middle of all that was going on and suck and fuck and be sucked and be as evil and sinful as he could be. He wanted sex, dirty sex, all night long. He would worry about it tomorrow. He reached in his pocked and felt for the handmade cigarette. He pulled it out and lighted it without saying anything to Jenny. He took a puff and gave it to Jenny. Jenny, never taking her glazed eyes off the naked people now writhing on the floor, took it and puffed on it. She coughed and blinked her eyes. Fred took another puff and handed it back to her. Jenny held it forgotten in her hand as she watched two naked girls and one man. One girl was spreading the legs of the other so that the man could put his cock in her cunt. The two girls lay next to each other, caressing and kissing one another as the man fucked first one then the other.
She took, at Fred's urging another puff on the cigarette, tasting the strong odor and making a face. "What is that?"
"A Danish cigarette. It's good, take some more puffs," Fred urged.
They stood passing the cigarette back and forth, smoking, choking on the acrid smoke, and watching what was happening around them. Couples were sprawling on the two couches facing one another, lights were turned on them and
Fred could see someone operating the camera on the platform.
Time seemed to stand still for them: the sin] plest thing seemed to take a long time happen] ing and people's expressions were suddenly hi] larious. Both Fred and Jenny were leaning with their backs to the wall and Fred looked down at her, at her figure, at her breasts jutting out anil felt a surge of lust. He bent and kissed her oil the mouth and she wiggled her tongue in his mouth. He put his arms around her and ground! his hips and hard cock against her hips. Hi! hand felt the zipper on her dress and he unzipped it down below her waist and slipped hill hands in. He kissed her passionately and she responded with fire and his hands fumbled, all awkward and unused to such a thing, and found the clasp to her bra and unsnapped it.
Jenny pushed him a little away and for a moment, he felt he had gone too far, offended her, but then he felt her hands at his belt, unbuckj ling it, and unzipping his pants. He pulled onej hand free and, in doing so, pulled the dress freel of one shoulder. Jenny was bare on one side, her* bra barely covering her large, well-formal breast and hardening nipple. Fred pulled the! breast free and held it in his hand, his finger anil-thumb massaging the nipple and sending currents of pleasure through Jenny.
Jenny had her hand in his pants and her ha; on his cock. Fred got both of his hands free ani was pulling her dress up, pulling it up above her waist just as she pulled his cock free and ht pushed against her, hearing her moan and feeling his hard prick against the flimsy underwear!
Jenny moaned and threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth while his hands worked at her underpants. Fred tore his mouth free to whisper in her ear. "We could stop now."
Jenny cried aloud. "No!" she writhed against him. "You can do anything you want to me!" she moaned in his ear.
All reason left Fred. He would do exactly that. He would do anything he wanted to and with her. He tore at her dress while she helped him out of his* coat. They almost fell to the floor as they attempted to get each other naked and people turned to look at them. Jenny, with her back to the wall could see couples gathering around, smiling, watching as Fred stripped her in front of them and she felt a lewd thrill, a wonderful, swooning, giving-in, an abasement, a total abandonment of morals or values, a delicious hot feeling that made her willing to do anything.
She helped Fred off with his shorts and seized his cock in her hand and squeezed it. She was naked except for her garter belt, stockings, and high heels. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted to shout the word out, but there wasn't room to lie down. With a moan, closing her eyes, she sunk to her knees, still holding onto Fred's throbbing cock.
She opened her eyes and saw legs, naked all around her. Had there been a point when Jenny could have stopped, it was past now, gone, without her ever recognizing it. One thing had seemed to lead to another, never sharply, always gradually. It was impossible and of no interest to her to say precisely when she stopped being a spectator and started being a participant. In her alcohol fog and hashish fantasy, she was finally living out one of her wild and violent dreams. There were legs all around her, hairy legs and clean, well-shaped legs. And wedges of pubic hair and atavistic-looking cocks all erect and bulging. And Fred's cock in her hand, next to her face.
She opened her mouth and let the head of it brush on her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked it, tasting a droplet of cum on the very tip. A shudder ran through Fred and Jenny tasted his cock and found it tasted good and pulled the head into her mouth and sucked. She sucked, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth as Fred began to pump it into her lovely young face.
Legs moved close and Jenny looked up to see a buxom blond, naked, passionately kissing Fred on the mouth and Fred running his hands over her breast. Jenny sucked on his cock again and tried to look up, watching the two of them caressing and kissing over her. My God, a dim voice somewhere off in her mind cried, that's my husband!
But it didn't seem to matter much as Jenny felt the delicious sinful taste of his cock in her mouth and felt it growing bigger still till it seemed it would explode.
The girl moved away, pulled away by another man and another pair of legs replaced her, moving close; strong masculine legs. Jenny looked to see another naked man, standing close to Fred, his cock in his hand. She looked up to see the two of them grinning down at her. The stranger thrust his hips forward, his cock still in his hand. Jenny took it in her hand and stroked it while still licking hungrily at her new husband's. Then she took her mouth from Fred's cock, stroked it and stared, with half-open eyes, at the stranger's prick in her other hand. Slowly, lazily, she let her tongue slip out and lick the head of his cock. Then she let her lips slip over the head. It was thicker and shorter than Fred's.
Then she turned her head back to Fred's cock and sucked it, then back to the stranger's. Back and forth she went, moving more rapidly every time, sucking harder, feeling the two men pumping their cocks deeper and deeper in her throat as they crowded over her, holding her head now in their four hands, turning her first one way then the other. Then, her mouth spread wide, she had both cocks in her mouth at once and was sucking as hard as she could.
Hands were on her shoulders and back now, pulling her away from Fred and the stranger, pulling her over backwards with people making way so she could lay, full-length on her back, on the floor.
Naked people were all around her, running their hands over her naked inflamed body. Jenny felt as if her brain were on fire. Fred was above her, straddling her, grinning down in a wild way. Hands, many hands were pulling her legs apart and Fred was kneeling between them now, heavy, and breathing hard. Then, with a wild cry, she felt his cock slip into her tight warm pussy that was crying to be fucked as it had never been fucked before.
Jenny closed her eyes and moaned, her childhood sexual fantasies now reeling around her in all their beautiful reality
Chapter 4
Accounts in history of people copulating in public, regardless of the consequences are not hard to find if one only knows where to look. In Restoration England, people fornicated in public while watching a hanging, in India, at certain festivals, average, normal people strip naked and perform any number of sexual acts on one another in the name of religion. A temple in India stands as mute testimony to a race that worshipped erotica and the temple is decorated with wild lewd statuary depicting all forms of sexual intercourse.
Something happens deep within the emotions of a human being when confronted with too much sexual stimulation. Either the permissiveness of the society or liquor and drugs or, as in Fred and Jenny's case, a combination of all three, make for a lethal dose where all decency and inhibitions are lost. Denmark, currently, has such a permissive society. No one, with the exception of Fred and Jenny, felt that they were doing anything legally or morally wrong, save for the taking of drugs. The important thing is: they saw nothing wrong in their sexual behavior. They were of the new, state-reared children, with no strong sense of identity with family. Should a woman become pregnant and bear a child, it meant nothing to them if she were unmarried. The state would take care of the child. Almost all of the people at the party were career minded: artists, actors, writers, dancers. Far more important in their minds than getting married, settling down, raising a family, was the idea of pleasure and experiencing all there was to do in this world.
None of them felt they were doing anything wrong, each of them feeling they had a choice and their choice, at the moment, was to experience wanton pleasure and lust.
Everyone, that is, except Fred and Jenny. They were in a mental land of guilty pervading lust and hot sweaty flesh. Fred fucked her with a cock seeming bigger than it ever had before. Jenny ground upward, determined to take all of his cock he could give and saw the faces crouched around them, glistening with sweat and wild with lust, their hands caressing her body and Fred's.
The buxom blonde lay down next to them, sprawling on her back, her legs wide-open and her breasts rolling around. She took Jenny's head in her hands and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue running in and out. Fred, watching, roared with delight and lust and fucked his new bride all the harder. Now the blonde pulled free and Jenny watched as she kissed Fred, her pink tongue grinding teasingly around in his mouth.
Fred seized her in his arms and kissed her, falling off Jenny and onto the blonde who fell back and Jenny watched as Fred climbed on top of her, her long lithe legs spread wide, and she saw the blonde's hand reach down and guide it into her cunt. Jenny watched, moaning, as she saw her husband's cock spreading the girl's cunt wide-open and disappearing into it. She watched as the two of them began writhing together. It was unbelievably exciting to her. Her husband, on the floor, next to her, both of them naked, and he was fucking a blonde as hard as he could, making her breasts leap and quiver with each savage thrust.
Jenny felt someone pull her and she looked to see the stranger she had sucked before, spreading her legs. She stared at him dreamily, letting him, feeling his weight on top of her, and, with a lewd thrill and a loud groan of delight, felt his strange cock slipping into her cunt. He held her tight and fucked her with Jenny thrashing around like a woman gone mad, saying, "Fuck it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck the life out of my cunt!"
The words were like scalding hot water tossed on her and she grinned and grimaced, excited by the sound of her voice hoarsely shouting filthy words. She wanted everybody to fuck her!
The stranger fucked hard and Jenny saw the blonde, being fucked on the floor next to her by her husband, reach for her and Jenny reached back and tried to fondle her breasts while the girl kissed her passionately on the mouth. The blonde was pulling free of Fred and pushing the stranger off her and was herself lying on top of her, grinding her buttocks down so that her pubic hair rubbed against Jenny's distended clitoris. Fred and the stranger were watching, a young girl between them. They were caressing the girl's breast and thrusting their hands between her legs, massaging her crotch and pulling her down on the floor between them as they watched the heavy-breasted blonde on top of Jenny.
The blonde kept grinding her hips into Jenny, exciting her toward an orgasm while supporting herself on her arms. With a moan, Jenny took her breasts in her hands and fondled them, kissed the nipples then sucked on them.
The blonde, her eyes half closed and a wanton smile on her lips, sank down and auctioned her mouth into the young bride's cunt and Jenny went wild. Never before had she felt such an exquisite sensation and she hoped it would never end.
Fred was fucking the young girl now, his cock in her cunt while the stranger twisted her neck back and around and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Now the blonde pulled her mouth free and was crawling up Jenny who was begging, not even sure she understood English, "More, more, suck some more, please!"
The girl kept crawling, straightening up on her knees and moving forward until her knees straddled Jenny's shoulders. Her cunt, moist, open, inviting, was right in front of Jenny's face. Reaching with her hands and cupping her soft buttocks in either hand, Jenny drew the cunt to her mouth and sucked. She could feel her legs being pulled apart again and someone she couldn't see was fucking her, his hardened cock-head spreading her cunt wider than ever before. She wiggled and tossed her buttocks, eager to get more of the hard fleshy instrument into her belly.
The Jenny and Fred of earlier that day no longer existed. They were two mindless creatures with portions of their brains drugged and drunken, driven to wild orgiastic pleasure by drives and reasons they themselves did not fully understand. Perhaps it could be best summed up by citing an old maxim: Forbidden Fruit.
If anyone were to seize Jenny back in Ohio and tell her, in exact detail just precisely what would happen to her on her honeymoon, she, would have thought them totally insane and not believe a word of it. If anyone would have accosted Fred and told him how he would behave in old Copenhagen, he too, would have thought them daft and probably would have called a policeman or punched the offending informer in the nose.
Such thoughts and feelings, presented to them in the context of their neat, small-town atmosphere of Ohio, would have seemed repugnant and degenerate to them. Perhaps they are, but Jenny and Fred were not in the context of Ohio, but at an orgy in Copenhagen. They had seen too much too long, taken too many steps and had gone too far. They were two voyagers on the cusp of a new era: ideas had changed, obscenity was in the eye of the beholder, the new era seemed to say, each individual was to make up his own mind what was right and wrong, anything was permitted.
Into this new era, Fred and Jenny fell headlong, totally unprepared for it. Fred was lying on his back on the floor, naked, his legs split wide while some young redhead with a wicked face was sucking hungrily on his cock, bringing him to an orgasm while people all around were watching. He threw his head back in abandon and let the girl suck harder and faster. So much was happening to him; he had fucked his own wife while people watched. He had fucked another girl, a stranger, while his wife watched with lewd obscene pleasure. He watched his wife make love to the same blonde, a lesbian act, watched her grow excited and writhe with pleasure. And he had been thrilled with the whole thing, fighting to keep back his orgasm which came rushing on with each new face and nude body.
Now, he felt he couldn't stop -- didn't want to -- from doing something he had never done before: come in a girl's mouth. He lay on the floor, his body moving sensuously, eager to pump hot cum into her mouth. He threw his head to one side and focussed his eyes on Jenny, lying naked next to him. The blonde he had fucked before, the buxom one, was squatting over Jenny's face, her breasts shaking and being caressed by a still-dressed couple while Jenny had her arms around her hips, her hands caressing and cupping the blonde's buttocks while her face and mouth covered her cunt as Jenny sucked away. And below, Fred looked and saw a man, a stranger kneeling between Jenny's widespread legs, sliding his thick cock deep into her willing cunt. And, as he watched, the man proceeded to fuck Jenny with all of his might, holding her buttocks off the floor in his arms while Jenny writhed and gyrated as if her hips were on ball bearings and Fred felt a wave of wild lewdness and bellowed, "Jesus Christ!" and came in the girl's mouth, spouting, pumping such huge amounts of cum into the girl's mouth that her cheeks billowed and the head of his cock pained him in such a delicious way. His body arched off the floor, twitching, his mouth open and his eyes rolling as he tried to watch Jenny getting fucked. It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. Finally, with a long moan, he fell back to the floor exhausted, the girl still sucking his cock, sending spasms of pleasure through his body.
Jenny heard Fred and rolled her eyes to see him coming in the girl's mouth and felt a mounting orgasm of her own. She could feel the girl's body in her arms tensing against an orgasm and she could feel the man racking her and she saw Fred watching with a kind of depraved ecstasy on his face and Jenny closed her eyes and knew that this orgasm wasn't enough, that she wanted to fuck every man in the place, that she wanted to do and scream out the most obscene things her dreams had ever formulated.
She was suddenly too hot to have an orgasm and seemed to go into a sexual overdrive as she felt the girl in her arms go into an orgasm, her body stiffening and convulsing. She heard a roar from the man and felt his cock swelling as he thrust it all of the way home, hurting her as she felt his nails dig into her buttocks.
A long suspended moment then she felt them falling away and she was left to writhe on the floor in an unholy voluptuous delight. To Fred, her breasts seemed bigger, her waist slimmer, and her body more curvaceous than ever before. And her eyes were wild, half open, smoky and predatory. It was obvious she wanted to fuck more.
Jenny was up and stalking the dark room full of pungent smoke, her hands provocatively on her hips. A hand reached out and pulled her down onto a couch. Fred rolled over on his stomach and watched, his voice, far off somewhere, saying, "Oh, God, that's my wife!"
It was hard to tell just who belonged to whom now, with singles and couples wandering the room, almost everyone totally naked now. Fred watched as a man pulled a willing Jenny down to straddle his loins and embraced her passionately. He watched as he saw Jenny shift, her hand probing back between her upraised thighs for the man's cock, finding it, and slowly guide it into the soft, hair-lined lips of her vagina. Fred watched with his mouth open, grad ually growing excited again as Jenny proceeded to fuck the man with a fury and intensity he didn't think she possessed.
A nude girl, with long dark hair and small hard breasts, lay down beside Fred and watched Jenny. Many people in the room were watching her now. She was more in the center of the room and acting in such an abandoned way. Her face was contorted, her mouth open and she was saying things in English. It didn't matter, for even those that spoke no English, knew, by her intonation and expression that she was saying obscene things. "Fuck, I love to fuck, I could fuck all day, I love it!" she panted as the man under her lewdly grinding buttocks moaned and came again and again up into her hotly clasping cunt. Two men were pulling Jenny off now and holding her up, supporting her under the arms and leading her away with everyone following, crowding around the far end of the room where there were two couches facing each other with a mattress between. Fred and the girl got up, Fred feeling his cock growing erect again. In front of him he saw Sigrid. She was totally naked and her expression was dreamy and lewd. She saw Fred and came to him, smiling provocatively, her hand fondling his cock as she stood close. Sigrid's body was not to be believed. If she ever came to the states, she wouldn't have any trouble getting a job as a Playboy bunny. Her legs were long and her waist wasp thin. Her breasts were large and firm, her hips wide and jutting with the slight rise of her pelvic bones. "Well," she crooned, "Look who's here! I never dreamed you'd make it. Let's continue what we were beginning at the movies."
Delighted, Fred put his arms around both girls and pushed forward. Jenny was out of sight and he wanted to see where they were taking her. "Where's everybody going?" he asked Sigrid, slurring his words.
"We're going to watch them make a movie. You and me," she said, smiling lewdly, "you and me can be in it if you want." Sigrid led the way through the crowd, leading as if she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She led the way to one of the couches and the three of them sat down to see Fred's young bride, Jenny, lying on the floor, on the mattress, with the two men. Sigrid leaned close as she did in the movie, only now she and Fred were naked and she was stroking his growing cock in her hand. Fred was feeling a growing excitement and lewdness. Here he was, naked, with Sigrid stroking his cock and his wife was on the floor, watching with a wanton expression! "It is very exciting to be out there and know that everyone is watching and that also, they are taking movies of you," Sigrid whispered. "Later, they will show them and you can watch yourself on the screen while you're making love to someone else." She gave a low throaty laugh and added, "I don't know, it's all kind of kooky, but what else is there?"
Fred couldn't answer. He was too excited. He had his hand on the cunt of the girl with the long hair and pert breasts and was wiggling his other hand down on Sigrid's while they both took turns playing with his, by now, ramrod hard cock. He watched Jenny lying on the mattress, her knees drawn up and her legs wide apart. Suddenly, spotlights came on, flooding Jenny and the two men and hurting Fred's eyeballs so he had to look away. Soon, all eyes grew accustomed to the light and people crowded closer together around the cone of light, thankful for the darkness as they caressed, licked, sucked and fucked while watching Jenny lying on her back with a man on either side of her.
Jenny had been told they wanted her in movies and in her drug incited passion had accepted without hesitation, eager to do any and everything lewd. The light had blinded her for a few seconds and was still causing dots to dance before her eyes. She couldn't see anyone outside of the circle of light, just vague dark forms gathering close around. But she could see the men on either side of her quite clearly. They were lying on their sides, their legs toward her head and their own heads down toward her feet under her upraised thighs.
She had their rigid cocks in her hand and was stroking them while she slowly rolled and undulated her hips as the two men watched and slowly pulled her moist hot cunt lips apart with their fingers. Jenny's hand closed around one of the cocks and found it bigger, longer, thicker, than any other she had felt tonight! She turned and looked at it with half-closed eyes and a dark shudder ran through her whole body as she thought of that immense, prehistoric snakelike thing being shoved deep into her cunt, splitting her in two.
Fred saw the look on her face and, for the first time, saw the huge prick she was gripping so lovingly. With a start, he looked at the man's face. It was Arne!
Fred fell back on the couch and watched, mesmerized, with Sigrid and the girl taking turns sucking his cock now while they caressed his body all over and he stuck his fingers deep into their desire-moistened cunts as the girls swivelled around to allow him more room.
Fred watched Jenny spread-eagled on the mattress, Arne and the other man taking turns licking her blond, hair-lined cunt and worming their tongues as far up inside her as they would go while his young wife, writhing slowly, sensuously, was rolling her head from side to side, sucking on their cocks, opening her mouth as wide as possible and sucking on the monstrous head of the cock of the man called Arne.
It was too much for him to bear. He seized Sigrid and threw one of her long legs over his lap. Sigrid responded by sliding over, feeling for his cock, squeezing it and guiding it teas-ingly up into her cunt. Fred felt it hot and tight as Sigrid began moving up and down. The girl with the firm young breasts moved up on the couch and began to suck and bite Sigrid's nipples, turning now and then to kiss Fred on the mouth while Fred probed, found her moist willing cunt and slipped two fingers wetly upjnto it.
By moving his head to one side, Fred could watch his lust-inflamed bride. She was still sucking Arne's cock while the other man broke free, crawled around Jenny and fell on top of her. Fred watched as his cock slowly parted her soft young pubic hair and sunk home and the two of them began fucking with all their might while Arne seized Jenny's head in his hands and began fucking her in the mouth, causing her to gag and wince in pain.
Then Arne pulled free and crawled down to where he could watch them fucking. The man, sensing Arne behind him, pulled free and rolled off.
Sigrid sunk low on Fred's cock and squeezed her hips, turning to see Arne ready to fuck Jenny and she pulled free and sat next to Fred, whispering, "I want to see this, I want to see her face when he fucks her with that huge cock of his."
The girl with the long hair and pert nipples crawled on top of Fred, throwing her legs over and guiding his cock into her tight moist pussy with her hand. Fred let his head fall back and watched Jenny around the girl who began to pump. She looked down at Fred with a smile, "Yes," she said in broken English, "you watch."
Sigrid, tearing her eyes from Arne and Jenny for a second, kissed first Fred then the girl full on the mouth. "I would like it for us to be in the movie," she whispered. The girl, pumping up and down the length of Fred's cock nodded enthusiastically while Fred could only moan helplessly and nod his approval to anything they wanted to do. It would be great, it would be lewd and he could do all sorts of things to both girls. "What is your name?" he moaned, thrilled by the lubricious thought that he was fucking someone he didn't even know and probably wouldn't ever see again.
"Karen," the girl whispered.
Then, Karen twisting, all eyes were on Arne.
He was over Fred's American wife now, his strong muscular body held over Jenny by two thick arms. Slowly, with a malicious grin, he lowered himself and Jenny gasped as she felt the enormous head of his cock spread her vaginal lips. It seemed to spread them too far, further than they had ever been spread before and it hurt, it was too tight, it would split her open! Fear coursed through her body and made it stiffen and she cried out. But, above all, she wanted it, she wanted it more than anything else in the world! A thought snapped through her mind and the very lewdness of it, the thorough debasement of admitting such a thing was so thrilling, so overbearing, that she forget her pain and thrust her hips up and some voice in the dark said, "Look, she really wants it bad!"
And she did and the thought was: it is better than Fred! It will be better than any man!
With a smile as cold as surgical steel, Arne began driving his cock home, spreading Jenny's tight, unstretched little cunt until its lips were white and stretched tight around it like two straining rubber bands. Jenny grimaced and bit her lips to keep from screaming in pain as Arne slipped his mammoth head in and held her, pinned, for a minute as he grinned triumphantly down at her.
It was too much and Jenny gripped his shoulders and was about to scream, to beg him to stop, to take it out. Before she could, Arne flicked his hips and drove his cock another inch home and Jenny wailed out, "Agghhhaaa!"
The pain was unbearable! Too much for her even to say words or do anything about. Her body twisted and jerked uncontrollably as Arne, relentless, cold-blooded, drove the cock home deeper and deeper as Jenny screamed, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
Fred became upset and tried to pull away from the girl's grasp. His wife was being brutally ravished right in front of him! Both Sigrid and Karen held his hands and arms and said, "It is all right. Watch! It will change!"
Fred watched as Arne took his wife in his arms and held her in a crushing grip and began fucking her hard and fast. Jenny felt as if she were.going to explode, be torn about shred by shred and be left to bleed to death in painful misery. Her whole groin seemed seared with pain as Arne's cock, tight, tearing her up, was plowing deeper and deeper into her cunt, deeper than any cock had ever gone before. Now, as she screamed and tried to plead with him to stop, she could feel the thick blunt head of his prick banging against her cervix and her screams seemed to rise in volume and intensity.
And suddenly, she did change!
Now she found words and stuttered them out, pleading, begging, groveling. But not for him to stop, but for him to go on, fuck her harder, deeper. She was beyond the pain and she was coming to an orgasm and it was beyond belief. To be so helpless in a complete stranger's arms with such a huge great cock shoving up into her cunt until it seemed it would burst all the way up into her throat, was sheer bliss. She cooed and moaned and let Arne fuck her with all his might, hoping that he would never stop.
Slim, young Karen, excited, stood up and thrust her heated young pussy full in Fred's face. He had never licked a vagina before but he was too excited by the sight of Arne fucking his wife and so he reached behind Karen, cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and pulled her cunt to his mouth and licked and sucked and found he liked it. Someone, Sigrid, probably, was sucking his cock but he didn't really care who it was. Karen stood over him with her legs on either side of his body, her knees bent a bit, her hands in his hair and her hips pumping lewdly as he sucked and ran the tip of his tongue into her moist cunt.
Finally, with a gasp, Karen broke free and sat next to him, breathing hard, saying, "Not yet. You. Me. We be in the movie and then cum!"
The room seemed much hotter and smoke filled than before. Odors arose and mingled with the penetrating odor of hashish as Fred, Karen, and Sigrid sat and watched Arne and Jenny in a stupor, their mouths open, their eyes half closed.
Now Jenny was helpless. Arne had his arms wrapped tightly around her back so that her magnificent breasts were pushed out and upward as Arne sunk his cock all the way home, up to the hilt and Jenny opened her mouth and let out a deep, low, long moan of warm lascivious pleasure.
Arne, with that same tight, cynical smile, began rocking the two of them from side to side until they fell with Arne continuing the roll, pulling Jenny over, his cock still embedded in her cunt. Jenny lay on top of him limp as a rag, her legs gradually spreading wider apart.
From where he was sitting, Fred could see Arne's huge hardened shaft buried deep up in his wife's cunt and he could see the softly hair-lined lips spread wide and tight around the shaft. As he watched, he saw Jenny begin to move. He sat, staring at her lovely, full rounded buttocks squirming and bunching as her cunt slid its well-lubricated way up and down the man's huge hardened cock.
Sigrid and Karen were watching, breathing light and fast, their eyes on Arne's cock. Karen gave a little cry and crawled over Fred to reach Sigrid. Sigrid sank back on the couch, spreading her legs wider by throwing one leg over Fred. Karen crawled on top of her and they began licking each others' lips and tongues, pausing once in a while to take a quick look at what Jenny and Arne were doing.
The other man, who had been lying next to Arne and Jenny, watching, growing more excited, got up and crouched over Jenny's wiggling buttocks. He took a cheek in either hand and spread her buttocks wide, exposing her tight puckered anus. Jenny responded by moving more desperately, rotating her hips while squirming her cunt hungrily up and down Arne's prick. A low mewling, an animal sound escaped her lips and her face relaxed into a depraved wanton smile. The man inched one finger until it was brushing back and forth over the anus and Jenny responded by thrusting her buttocks higher and wider, getting on her knees and folding them under her. Fred could now see all of her cunt with Arne holding Jenny around the waist, thrusting his prick up and down. Fred looked at Sigrid and Karen. They had their tongues in each other's mouth now and were caressing and pinching the nipples of each other's breasts as he sat next to them and watched. Their legs were spread wide and they were massaging each others' cunts. Fred looked to see them both distended, their vaginal lips swollen and parted, teasingly revealing the pink moistness of their cunts. He tried to speak, but he was too hoarse, too drugged. He dragged himself into position behind them and, with a low guttural groan, he sunk his cock into Karen's pulsating cunt, feeling Karen's buttocks tight against his stomach. He fucked as if he had gone berserk, the two girls writhing under him. With a savage yell, he pulled his cock out of Karen and, dropping lower, sunk it home in the tight willing cunt of Sigrid. Fred threw his head back and fucked with a rubbery abandon. He didn't give a damn, he was going to fuck the two of them until they begged for mercy or died in the attempt. He fucked back and forth, sticking his cock first into one then the other, with Karen finally wailing and moaning, her body suddenly spastic and jerking as she came again and again, helplessly pinned between Sigrid and Fred.
Hardly anyone was watching. Almost all attention was on the mattress where the man suddenly plunged his finger, up to the second knuckle into Fred's wife's tiny puckered anus, causing her to catch her breath in pain and contort, her face. Before she could say anything, the man began to wiggle his finger around as Jenny fought for her breath. Arne held her tight from below and she was helpless to move or stop the man.
Just as she managed to catch enough breath to scream, the man withdrew his finger and, lowering his head and mouth, his tongue licked teasingly at her tiny working anus and Jenny tried to catch her breath again, this time because of the sheer, excruciating pleasure. The man kept repeating the process, sticking his finger in, driving it home like a spike and moving it around deeply inside so that Jenny could feel his finger moving over Arne's cock, separated only by soft pulsating membrane. The pleasure and the pain began to intermingle and become a greater thing, lust. In her feverish, drugged mind, Jenny began to wish for an awful forbidden thing. If one were watching her face, you could see where she fought against the idea. Her lips fought against making the words and she stuttered and stammered. It was too humiliating, too degrading. Yet, the harder she fought against the idea and the words, the stronger they became. The thought, once conceived, could not be erased. Fighting against the idea seemed only fuel to make it grow stronger. It would be exciting, she told herself, the final debasement and thrill. There couldn't be anything else. She-heard her voice, her hard panting voice, grate out, "Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me right in the ass!"
The words were like the fusing cap on a stick of dynamite. The room exploded in a frenzy of lewdness. Couples, threesomes, foursomes, were writhing around the mattress in a wild uncontrolled orgy. All inhibitions and identity were gone. People fucked and sucked with blind abandon. Fred came with a piercing roar at Jenny's tense voice and fell to the floor, still jerking out his cum over the two beautiful young girls who were licking each other's vaginas in a lewd embrace of lesbian love.
Fred lay on his back, his chest heaving up and down, feeling exhausted and weak. Dreamily, he watched the man kneel behind his young wife, position the head of his cock over her anus and, taking her buttocks in his hands, joining Arne in keeping her locked helplessly in an iron grip, he began shoving his cock into Jenny's anus with a relentless look of wild abandon on his face.
Jenny screamed, "Oh, God, no! It hurts!" And she went on screaming and begging, calling for God to help her, tears mingling with sweat on her face as the man continued sinking his cock home, tight and tense, all the way. As if by a silent signal, the two men began fucking Jenny with all their might. Jenny had never felt such terrible mounting pain and she looked about wildly, calling for help. Surely, she thought, she would die, surely, she would be split in two. This was no longer pleasurable, it was sheer physical agony, a torture rack on which she would die while her own husband did nothing but lay on the floor and stare at her in lustful fascination.
The pain mounted and Jenny saw the room going black, knowing she was losing all strength and would soon pass out. Then the room began glowing a warm red and the pain was changing, changing into a wild soaring pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt before, a pleasure that would roar into a screaming vortex of passion, an inferno in which she would experience the ultimate ecstasy.
Her body relaxed as much as it could as the two men mounted an all-out attack on her, spurred on by her moans of pleasure now, fucked her viciously and with all their muscular might. Jenny was helpless, being battered back and forth, sweat flying from her body as the men dug their nails into her buttocks and drew blood as her body was battered helplessly back and forth like a limp rag doll and her breasts jiggled and jumped with each savage thrust.
Then, as Fred watched, his young bride was suddenly and unbelievably cumming, cumming in a mighty crashing orgasm, screaming out loud and flinging her arms out and flopping around. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue slipped out of her mouth as she twitched and jumped, a helpless slave to her all-engulfing orgasm while Arne and the other man still fucked into her anus and cunt without mercy, prolonging her cum for long, long minutes as Jenny moaned aloud and finally collapsed satiated in their arms.
Fred watched in a trance. Someone -- he was too tired to see who -- was licking and sucking his cock. Rolling his eyes, he saw Sigrid's buttocks and widespread legs on the edge of the couch above him. Karen's red tongue was licking Sigrid's clitoris, bringing her to a climax. Karen was crouched on the floor above him and a young blond man was fucking her from behind. With a groan, Fred closed his eyes. His head was splitting and he felt weak all ovef. He felt he had had enough sex to last him the next twenty years. Yet, he couldn't resist whoever was sucking his cock. Moaning, he crawled out onto the mattress, a young redhead crawling after him, smiling.
Jenny lost consciousness; simply passed out, and the rest of the night was a jumble to her. She awoke once to find herself on a couch with a line of four men waiting their turn to fuck her and one fucking her as she lay naked, unresisting, her legs wide apart. Another time, she woke to find a cock in her mouth. She sucked and he came and she swallowed the thick hot cum. Another time, she awoke on the floor to find Sigrid on top of her, gently massaging her clitoris while they looked at a film of Arne fucking her.
Fred too, passed out. He would wake, sore and exhausted, to see the party still going on. On the mattress, fucking the redhead who was wild and squirmed all over, he saw Karen, crouched on her knees, her buttocks toward him, offering her anus. With a hoarse, guttural cry, he freed himself from the redhead and got on top of Karen, sinking his cock home and finding it tight, too tight, and hurting. He fucked her anyway, fucking her brutally, wanting it to be Jenny underneath him. He was sobering now and was already beginning to show signs of resentment and jealousy. With a roar, he pulled loose and looked around the room for Jenny.
He found her, half awake in a chair, one leg thrown over the arm while a girl licked her cunt and a young man with a big prick, kissed her on the mouth and caressed her breasts. With a moan, Jenny groped for and found his cock. "Oh, give it to me!" she sighed and the young man responded by crawling up on the couch and sinking almost the full length of his cock in her open mouth. Fred watched as the man slid his long thick cock out and into Jenny's wetly ovaled mouth while the girl crouched between her legs and licked her cunt. The bitch! he thought, we never did things like that!
With a roar, he pulled the girl away from the man and, seizing a limp Jenny, he picked her up and threw her, face down, over one arm of the overstuffed chair. Roughly, he spread her buttocks and rammed his cock deep into her already stretched rectum. His wife cried out and so did Fred, it hurt so. But he kept fucking with a maniac fury until both of them were panting and loving it and he came, with a roar, and pumped thick hot sperm deep into her bowels as his cock slid in and out, lubricated by his own cum. Then, with a rattling moan, he slipped to the floor and passed out.
Chapter 5
The party peaked and neither Fred nor Jenny were conscious of it. Like embers in a fire, glowing out one by one, the participants fell asleep anywhere they could find space. Those with enough strength staggered off to bedrooms where they collapsed, face first on the beds.
As the cold gray light of dawn began filtering through the windows, Jenny stirred, shivering in the early morning cold. She awoke slowly, wanting to rest her aching body, her eyes open and blinking for a few minutes before she actually saw the orgiastic scene around her. Naked bodies were drooped and flung every where. She herself was sleeping with her arms around a young girl she had never seen before. Her face wreathed in sudden self-loathing and she carefully pushed the girl's limp body away from her.
Sitting up on the couch, she looked around the room. She didn't know any of the faces she "ould see and she got to her feet, groaning, to look for Fred. She found she could barely walk and every single fiber of her body hurt. Her husband was nowhere to be seen.
Walking down a hall, helping herself along the wall, she looked into a bedroom and saw Fred on top of a bed, sound asleep while two naked young girls, Sigrid and Karen, were sleepily playing with his penis, trying to nurse it up into erection once again. They were languidly licking and sucking it, their heads on his stomach, sharing his cock as if it were the last piece of candy on earth.
They looked up and saw Jenny standing in the doorway and went on with their lewd sucking. Jenny helped herself into the room and closed the door and leaned on it. A wave of rage and revulsion swept through her body. What kind of animals are we, she groaned to herself. Many questions hammered through her brain, hard moral questions.
"In the cold light of day." How many times has that been said? It is useless to count the times for it is a cliche and cliches live with us daily. They become cliches because of their frequent use and because they invariably, to our eternal frustration, hold a grain of truth. Jenny, hurting all over, her buttocks and thighs cov ered with black and blue marks, tiny scratches and cuts across her back, buttocks, and breasts, stood against the door near to real tears as she watched the two wanton, marathon girls doing obscene and unnatural things to a sleeping Fred Morrison, her husband, the man who, until last night, was the only man ever to make love to her.
In an insane, depressed moment, she wished she could take it all back, erase last night as though it never happened. They had gone to dinner, danced, and gone back to the hotel for a good night's sleep.
Jenny bowed her head and shook it, the tears blurring out the room. No, no, they had come here, to this house, and, somehow, someway, they had gone too far. Once over the brink, they acted like wild, depraved animals. She had humiliated herself and her husband. She couldn't forget that half the time she didn't know where he was or what she was doing.
With a hopeless sob, she told herself that half the time, she didn't even care.
Sigrid and Karen, hearing Jenny sob, sat up on the bed and looked at her. "What's the matter?" Sigrid asked, rubbing her bleary eyes.
Jenny rubbed her eyes and then her whole face, pulling herself together. She looked at the two of them calmly, her face blank and emotionless. When she spoke, her voice was a husky whisper. "That," she said, nodding toward Fred, "is my husband. I'd like to take him home, I'd like to go."
Karen and Sigrid looked at one another, nodded and got up from the bed and watched Jenny try to arouse Fred out of his exhausted sleep. Fred only groaned and tossed an arm. Jenny, tired, couldn't move his heavy dead weight and began to cry to herself.
Karen and Sigrid, seeing this, came to her aid and the three of them managed to get Fred on his feet and walking around. Fred was out on his feet, a silly drunken grin on his face as the women propped him up in a chair and dressed him. "Boy," he said, staring off goggle-eyed, "Wait till I tell the guys back home, they'll never believe this!"
Jenny began crying again and Fred stared at her, his head bobbing around. "You know, you look like my wife. Where is Jenny? Hey, Jenny!"
They quieted him and he sang to himself and dozed as the girl's helped him out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the large living room where naked people still slept and outside. They stood shivering in the early morning light, the sun already up, and Jenny looked around her with dismay on her face.
"Where am I going to get a taxi and how will I ever get him into the hotel?" she said aloud.
"Take my car," Karen pointed at a Volvo parked nearby. She turned to Sigrid, holding an invisible cup in her hand. "Get him good hot Danish coffee."
Sigrid laughed and nodded then patted Jenny reassuringly. "Don't worry, we will fix him up."
They all piled into Karen's car and drove off in search of a place that was open and serving coffee.
A little over an hour later, Fred and Jenny were walking, arm in arm, across the lobby of the Kong Frederick Hotel, eyes wide. They walked slow because they were so stiff and they walked with arms locked because they were holding each other up. They walked, in careful, measured strides, up to the desk where Fred, glazed, bloodshot eyes, gravely said one word. "Key."
They turned, like Siamese twins and faced the elevators and set off, only staggering once before the doors closed on them.
Upstairs, in their room, they drew the blinds, pulled off as much clothing as they could and fell onto the bed and into a deep sleep. Fred managed to wake long enough to tell the cleaning woman to skip their room for the day and lock the door and help a murmuring Jenny under the blankets and fall into a deep sleep himself. They slept throught the long afternoon and through the evening, waking when it was ten o'clock at night.
It was Jenny who woke first, sitting upright despite her soreness, stifling a cry. She had been dreaming again and the dreams were no longer exciting: they were filled with horror and self-loathing. She looked at Fred next to her, still in deep sleep and longed for him to be awake, for him to hold her and comfort her. How could he ever forgive her for the things she had done? She couldn't remember half the things she had done, only carnal glimpses of her behavior, remembered like still frames from a movie. One moment, one drunken moment they were innocently kissing, watching naked people behave in a lewd, lust-inciting way, then they had gone too far. Jenny held her head in her hands and tried to remember. One moment she was naked and feeling lust and then ... then she was lost in a whirlwind of depravity. Where had she taken the one step that tipped her over into becoming a madwoman? Had it been way back, when Fred, excited, told her about the books and magazines? Had it been when she had lewdly said she wanted to see the movie? Or had it been when they entered the party?
Feeling sick to her stomach with guilt and anxiety, she stumbled to the bathroom and stood over the basin. How could she possibly explain her behavior that night? If she told anyone honestly what happened, she would seem insane. It was as if there were two different people in one body.
At that miserable sickening moment in her life, Jenny was faced with the awesome and frightening possibility of taking her own life. Their doctor had given them sleeping pills to use when traveling. She could take them. She could take Fred's razor blades and slash her wrists and hold them under water. She didn't know why she should hold them under water, but she had read somewhere that people did that* when slashing their wrists.
Jenny held on to the basin with all her might, the room tilting and reeling. She thought she was going to pass out and fought to keep her equilibrium. She knew she couldn't commit suicide, she was too afraid. Any kind of life was preferable to death. She would have to gut it through. She would face herself and Fred and whatever he wanted to do, she would abide by. She would face herself and try to understand what had happened to her and try to make some sort of decent life for herself. She couldn't think of one decent or sensible reason for her going on; just some feeling, a primitive survival sense, perhaps. Although Jenny couldn't understand it much less verbalize it, she was caught in the flow of the great life force, a force we all feel whenever our lives'are endangered. The instinct of one's soul to save itself.
With a great heaving of breath, Jenny's stomach contorted and she heaved into the basin, retching with all her might.
Chapter 6
The honeymoon was over. They did stay in Europe, flying to Italy and staying a week then flying to London where they stayed for three days then taking a trans-Atlantic flight home.
It was a totally different couple that got on the homeward flight to America, Ohio, their town, their house. They looked exactly the same and their friends wouldn't have any trouble recognizing them at all. Only when they were around them for a few minutes was there anything noticeably 'different' about them. It was the mood that prevailed around them. They were excessively polite to one another. There were moments of long silence when they would seem to gaze off, their thoughts far away. Soon, after they were home and settled in, friends would finally say, "I'm sorry, maybe it's just me, and I hope I'm wrong, but something just doesn't seem right between Fred and Jenny ever since they came back from that European honeymoon.
And another friend would heave a sigh and say, "I'm so glad you brought that up, I've been thinking the same thing."
They had left Copenhagen -- fled, really -- on the first plane the following morning. The rest of their honeymoon had just been so many museums and churches, so many guided tours, so many meals, bags, hotels, and beds. It was as if the two of them stood looking at the Mona Lisa while marking time. Michaelangelo was simply one of a long line of paintings and sculptures they saw. Each felt numb, each tried not to think.
When Fred had awakened in Copenhagen and they looked at each other and then looked away in shame. Fred could have spoken, but he didn't. Jenny sat mute, wanting to speak, but unable. Both of them driven desperate by guilt and doubt, did the worst possible thing they could do: they didn't say anything at all. They acted like it didn't happen. When Fred cleared his throat and said, as if he were talking at a luncheon with a group of Rotarians, "I've had enough of Copenhagen, in fact, I've had enough of this climate. What say we leave?"
Jenny jumped at the chance, smiling, looking strange smiling with a face so sad. "Oh, I'd love to get some sun!"
Fred was on the phone, telling the desk they were checking out, then calling the airport and making reservations. They were lucky enough to get an early flight out and were busy packing and desperately chatting about inconsequen-tials. Only in the cab did they fall silent.
When he got on the plane, he was Fred Morrison, American, Ohioan, a man who worked with the Jay Cees, Optimists, Rotarians, Lions, Elks; a man who coached a little league team and was active in summer programs at the local YMCA, a man whose standing in his community was well known and respected.
Implacably, he returned to what he was prior to visiting Copenhagen. Each night, he changed into his pajamas in the bathroom and went to bed, fortified with arguments about how "bushed" he was and what a heavy schedule they had the next day and fell into a deep escaping sleep.
Jenny went along, attentive, polite, laughing and never forgetting to comment on the food with enthusiasm and never once trying to be intimate with her husband or mention that evening. Fred, when they were alone, whenever ,. they were sitting waiting to be served in a restaurant, talked of how anxious he was to get back and of his plans and problems with the Community Chest. Jenny listened and asked questions and got answers that she didn't hear.
Once, while traveling through one of the museums, she saw nude statuary of men and nude gods in paintings and again she felt a pagan, lewd surge in her loins and felt guilty. Per haps, she was thinking, I can get to a psychiatrist when we get back.
They talked more and more about their life back in Ohio and saw less and less of their actual surroundings. They were two people in a deep state of shock, frightened, eager to flee back to their old identities.
Only once, in London, had Fred felt anything at all in the way of emotions. While waiting for Jenny to dress, he had gone to the lobby for cigarettes. The desk clerk had explained in elegant and gracious terms that they were temporarily embarrassed and out of them at the moment but there was a tobacconist around the corner. Fred had gone to the store, purchased two packs and, as he was leaving, noticed a rack of magazines. One cover caught his attention. It was a nude girl, seated', her head tilted, her hair falling, a wanton smile on her lips. Something in the pose reminded him of Copenhagen. With his heart pounding, he picked the magazine up and leafed through it. Grils, totally naked, their pubic hair plainly visible, posed in obscene ways. Two girls embracing, with their tongues out. A girl with .a naked man, two girls, men, women. Fred found himself leafing through the magazines, one after another, with trembling hands and sweat forming on his upper lip.
The orgy in Copenhagen came flooding into his mind, spilling over into his loins and causing an erection. A part of him gloated over the night and longed for it again.
Fred closed his eyes and put the magazine down and rubbed his sweaty hands together. How long had he been there? He hurried out, his mind going a mile a minute. He had simply locked the orgy out of his mind with superhuman willpower. He had told himself that he would never behave that way again or mention the evening to anyone, at any time. Now, having seen the pictures, the old hammering, wild, frenzied, insane lust came on him again. If only he could do it just once more, just one more time.
Fred walked into the lobby in the center of a vortex, his fists clenched and his jaw set. He wanted to go upstairs, burst into the room, rip Jenny's clothes off and fuck her right where he found her. If anyone saw them, well, that was all right too.
He stood waiting for the elevator, his breath even, his face set. No. The word reverberated through his mind. He could not live like that back in Ohio. It was a disgraceful way to live, it was totally unacceptable.
Although Fred wasn't dumb, he was self-centered and trying, up until he saw those magazines, to forget the whole night in Copenhagen. Never once had he permitted himself to think about it.
Now, with the surrealistic night recalled in all its carnal detail, he had to think of Jenny. What kind of woman was she? What had he married? In a pompous way, he told himself that he could understand a fellow, like himself, going out and raising a little hell, living it up, sowing wild oats, but it was another kettle of fish for his wife to do such things. Thinking he was being eminently fair, he told himself that it was all right, since it took two to tango, for a girl to do a thing like that, but -- a big but in his mind -- would that kind of girl be happy being married? Being a wife? What kind of wife would a girl like that make? What kind of mother?
When he came back into the room, he apologized to Jenny, explaining he had to go out-for cigarettes. He talked on, reminding her once again that they had to stop by the American Express, check on ticket reservations, take in the Tate Gallery, and then back to the hotel to change for dinner. All the time, he was looking at his new young bride as a different person, a virtual stranger to him, a woman with appetites that weren't all to the good.
What he was to do about this quandary he suddenly recognized or, more correctly, suddenly acknowledged, he didn't know. He decided to stay in his state of numbness, his suspended animation, until he got back home. Once there, once he got his bearings and had slipped back totally into old sure ways, he would know what to do.
Friends, parents, and in-laws greeted them when they returned and they were wined and dined and showed the slides of their European honeymoon; all pictures or mention of Copen-hagan were judiciously omitted.
Jenny was a good if unenthusiastic hostess. Her life with Fred was barren but busy. She had a home to make and set about decorating it and being a good wife and homemaker in every way possible. She lay awake nights going over details, determined to be beyond reproach in every way, desperately eager to please her husband and hanging on his every word of praise. It became terribly important to her just whether or not he noticed the new curtains she had sewn and hung in the kitchen. Any little hint of praise made her heart leap.
But it was never enough to fill the need she had. Fred was busy with important meetings and always racing off to meet some dignitary. As a matter of business, they entertained a fair amount and Jenny found herself busy during the day planning dinners, fixing dips and making canapes and mixing drinks. And drinking them. She soon got the reputation of "belting a few" and "getting a glow on."
It was nothing serious yet, Fred never mentioned it. But, there were the nights. Nights when Fred had to be at some testimonial dinner or drive out of town for some meeting or rally. Increasingly, there were nights when she found herself alone, when there was nothing to do but read a book or watch TV or, eventually, have a drink.
To prevent this, she took to visiting relatives and friends and soon found that she had run out of people and places to visit. Then, it was lonely nights at home, sitting, smoking, watching TV in a trance, sipping on a drink. Then another. One more and still one more after that.
When Fred explained, because of his crazy hours, that it might be best if he slept in the den when coming home late at nights, it was almost with a feeling of relief that she agreed.
"Besides," Fred said, solicitously, "You need your rest and it's not right that I wake you up everytime I come home late."
"And you need your rest too, darling," Jenny had added. "You work awfully hard."
"And so do you. This place is spotless and 'the chicken you cooked tonight was out of sight."
"I'm glad you liked it. Fred?" The question was asked timidly.
Fred turned to her, feigning indifference, hoping she was not going to bring up anything unpleasant or embarrassing. "Yes?"
"Would you mind if I fixed the den up a bit for you?" Jenny asked, smiling at him.
Inwardly, he was relieved as he seemed to explore the question. "Just so long as it isn't too frilly, that's all. You have a way, you know."
And they spent the rest of the evening talking drivel, discussing color schemes for the den and reminding one another of upcoming parties and dates before Fred squeezed her arm and said, "I've got to run. The mayor's meeting on the Red Cross drive. Don't wait up for me."
Jenny didn't. After he left, she mixed herself a drink while watching TV, had two more drinks while watching her favorite programs and made herself another while making a bed for Fred in his den and carefully laid out a pair of freshly laundered pajamas and retired, with a new drink, to what was now "her room."
Fred became like a roommate to her, coming and going, paying the bills with Jenny keeping the house. Their liquor bill began to creep up, but Fred never said anything about it and, in less time than she thought, Jenny was getting smashed every night and waking up, late, with a hangover. A headache and general run-down feeling became normal and she did her shopping and her chores with alacrity, only happy when she was meeting a friend for cocktails.
People began accepting her as a quiet, affable matron who lost her balance or slurred her words once in awhile. Friends were worried about her and Fred. Fred seemed serious at best, morose at other times. He did his job well and took it seriously. Too seriously, some of his friends said among themselves and worried about the two of them.
Then, Nick Condos came into her life.
Fred's impulse, when he first met Nick Condos, was to dislike him. As he grew to have business dealings with him, he grew to distrust him. Nick was a land developer from the East, from New York, and had great ideas about a country club and shopping complex outside of town. So far as anyone knew, Nick's checks and credentials were good. What was it then, that Fred disliked about him?
It might have been his dress, which wasn't New York so much as it was flashy, colorful, smacking of California casual wear to mod dress which was so out of place for an average Midwestern town. At one luncheon, Nick had" shown up in a florid shirt and bell-bottomed pants. When reminded that a tie was considered being dressed, he whipped out a scarlet scarf and tied it around his bare neck.
And it wasn't the high living either. Within a week in town, Nick Condos had been seen in all the places people should be seen in and in a few places which were considered to be of dubious character. Nor was it just the racing car, a for eign model, that he raced around town in. Nor was it his deep tan and bold smile. Perhaps the smile seemed insolent. And there was the bold brazen way he stared at women and the way he talked about them: a way Fred could never bring himself to talk.
A whole, lazy, cocky, wisecracking atmosphere pervaded around Nick. Men were never sure if he was kidding or insulting them. He seemed to, in his attitude and look, radiate a contempt for the small, square, everyday life of the Ohio town.
He complained about the lack of what he called, "A swinging nightlife," in town, saying he had to go all the way to Cleveland for a decent meal and kicks. When asked what he did for 'kicks' he would only answer with a slow mocking smile and say, "Oh, man!"
Although he would never allow himself to think it, Fred, in his present circumstances, felt threatened by the presence of Nick Condos. Something about him, a mood, a word, a gesture, something indefinable and frightening about Nick Condos made him think of Denmark. Condos couldn't have been there; Fred would never have forgotten such an insolent cocky character.
What was it then? Fred didn't know, but he was soon to find out. Because of his social position in town, he met Nick more often than he liked. He seemed to be at every social function. He was at an Elk's dance that Fred had to judge and award a prize to the best dancing couple. During an intermission, Nick ambled up to him, a drink held carelessly in his hand despite the rule and signs all over forbidding drinks on the dance floor. "Hi. Got a minute?"
"Yes. What for?"
"I've been watching you and there's something I want to talk to you about."
"Oh? What?"
"Come on," Nick said, turning his back and walking, "we can't talk here. In the bar."
Fred followed, even though he disliked being ordered and having Nick think he would tag along, yet he did. In the bar, Nick found a table off by itself and sat down. "Have a drink?" Nick asked as a waiter hovered, as they always did, around Nick.
"No thanks."
Nick made a disgusted face. "Oh, man, let's not go through a big thing. Have a drink! Bring him a scotch."
Fred got the drink he didn't want and ignored it, looking at Nick who slouched back in his seat and smirked at him. "Well?"
Nick leaned forward. "Just watching you operate in this town interests me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I think you've been around."
"What do you mean by that?" Fred asked stiffly. 0
Nick looked at him for an uncomfortable length of time and slowly, easily, began to laugh. He sat back, shrugged his shoulders and lit a cigarette, chuckling as he did so.
"You married?"
"Yes, why?"
Nick took his time shaking a match out, grinning at Fred all the while. "Just wondered. Never see you with a wife. In fact, I never see you with any women at all. You don't wear a wedding ring."
"My wife stays at home. This," Fred said with a jerk of his thumb, "can get monotonous and a wear. Don't misunderstand me," he hastened to add, "I myself love it. Why, the day doesn't seem long enough sometimes with all the things'I've got to do, all the places I've got to go. If I had Jenny doing this, why we'd never have any home life."
Nick nodded with an openmouthed astonishment that could be taken as a mocking insult. Then he looked thoughtful, nodding to himself. "Jenny. That's a nice, pretty, old-fashioned name." He looked at Fred and grinned. "So you're out on the prowl every night, you old devil."
Fred resented being called "old" by Nick. He wasn't yet out of his twenties. "What do you mean?"
"Mean?" Nick looked disgusted again. "Come on I You must score like crazy. You got it made. I know a hundred guys wish they had the setup like you do. Come on, admit it," Nick said in an insinuating voice.
Fred shook his head. The fact that he did, indeed, have the perfect setup and alibi in the world, had never occurred to him before. He had reasons for being out late at night and 3lept in his own room and there was that cute young girl down at the Ukrainian Hall. Despite himself, he smiled, flattered that he presented a roguish picture to Nick. "I'm sorry, but I don't do that sort of thing."
Nick laughed and shook his head in admira tion. "Look at you! Man, that was a cool answer. You just sat there and gave me that executive suite smile and say, real cool like, That's not my game, Daddy. Fred, you got brass balls and I like them." He reached across the table and slapped Fred on the back. "Did you dig that petite brunette, the one with the boobs, shaking that tight little ass out there? I bet you got that message long ago and got the whole thing psyched out, got that little thing under control, now haven't you?"
Fred hadn't, but that didn't mean that he hadn't noticed her and idly dreamdd of the possibilities present. She never seemed to be seen with the same date twice and she had smiled at him. There had been times, in the past, when she always showed up and took pains to smile at him and offer a "hello" or "good evening."
Now that Nick had brought up his ideal position, the possibility of meeting the brunette and having a drink with her, talking to her, spending time with her, aroused a heat in his groin that had been absent since they had come back from Europe.
There was the real possibility, that he could have a little fun for himself. The Polish girl down at the Ukrainian Hall seemed an easier ' target and quite a juicy one, too. He gulped his drink and grinned back at Nick, delighted to be considered a stud, flattered into lying, by saying, "You'll never know."
It was a terrible lie, but Nick seemed to fall for it, wagging his hsad and saying, "That's cool." Then he looked at his watch and said, "Hey, I gotta flit. Got to see a friend." He got up, tossing a five-dollar bill down and winking at Fred. "A real good friend, you know?"
Fred permitted himself a little superior smile, "I understand," he said, very much the man of the world.
If Fred had known where Nick was going, he wouldn't have been so offhand about it Nick went out to the foyer, looked up Fred's address in the telephone directory and went out to his car. Fred heard him roar, tires squealing, out of the parking lot, but didn't really think about it. His was busy thinking about the interesting prospects Nick had brought to his attention, and of the girl at the Ukrainian Hall and how it would be late after this dance was over, and things should be pretty drunk and wild at the old Ukrainian Hall by that time. He decided he would drop in there after he was through judging. Nick Condos had already accused him of playing around. With a smile, Fred thought, I might as well get hung for a horse thief. Might as well steal a horse.
He thought about it for a moment, laughed to himself and then went back to judge the dance.
Fred's instinctive feelings about Nick Condos were more than right and, had he known his whole story, he would have been really alarmed. Anyone who knew Nick's past and current state of mind knew that he was someone to avoid. He was a reckless person, devoid of any consideration or thought for the other person. In truth, he had little regard for his own life. He would be dead before he was too much older, for he attacked life with a suicidal frenzy, completely oblivious of the consequences of any act.
It was this dominating, wild, thoughtless, quality in him that led him to be a Korean War hero, winning a commission on the field and losing it, being dishonorably discharged from the army when he slugged a snooping Colonel who became too interested in his blackmarket activities.
In civilian life, he was a hotshot salesman, selling anything in sight, working his way into public relations, publicity and finally, promotion. He had lost and made fortunes on many a wild and improbable deal. He was unpredictable yet had a reputation for making money with his many dealings. Once, on a golf course, he peeled off ten one-thousand-dollar bills and placed them on the green, behind the cup in a neat stack and bet a fellow golfer he wouldn't sink an eight-foot putt. The golfer had picked his ball up and walked off to the clubhouse.
Perhaps Nick was in love with danger and, eventually, death. He seldom thought about it, saying, with a fatalistic shrug, "When the time comes, I'll be there."
Nick wasn't formally educated but that didn't mean that he wasn't intelligent. Some* people grew to believe that he had an almost superhuman cunning, a frightening prescience that too often came true. Out of boredom, out of frustration at being wrapped in a small, dull, Ohio town by a business deal, Nick had sat back at the Elk's club dance disgusted, bored to death, and fixed his focus on Fred. He mused on Fred's life and the wheels started turning.
As blood brothers recognize one another, as it is said that murderers sense one another without a word being said, so Nick sensed that Fred Morrison was a swinger in disguise. And, indeed, Fred had behaved with a singular lack of regard in Copenhagen. Something, a glance, an attitude, a glimmer in the eye, told Nick a great deal. He had no idea what he would say to Fred, simply went and talked.
Their seemingly casual conversation had told Nick a lot, enough for him to act out one of his wild schemes. And it was part of his wild scheme that led him to cruise the block where Fred Morrison lived, noting that the lights were still on. Nick was gambling a lot; gambling that he was right about Fred's relationship with his wife, that he never took her anywhere. Also, he was gambling that Fred would be inflated by his compliments and go out chasing broads for awhile.
His crazy luck was better than even he hoped for, for, at that moment, Jenny was sitting watching TV, half drunk, rolling her loins with remembered thoughts of Copenhagen. Had he planned the whole thing (and, in a sense, he had) it couldn't have worked out better. He walked to the door with a jaunty step and rang the bell, not having any idea of what he would say.
"Yes?" Jenny asked, opening the door, her housecoat wrapped around her, puzzled, a bit apprehensive, for they seldom had visitors at this hour.
Nick beamed at her. "You must be Jenny, Am I right?"
"Yes, I am." Jenny used the door for support.
trying not to slur her words. "Who are you?"
"I'm Nick Condos. Friend of Fred's. Is he here yet or did I beat him?"
Jenny looked a little bewildered. "No, he's not here. Don't expect him for a little while."
Nick walked in, past Jenny, looking around. "He'll be here in a minute." He walked into the living room, followed by Jenny, and seated himself in a chair and whipped out a cigarette. "I'm supposed to meet him here. He invited me over. Told me all about you although I must say he didn't do you justice."
Jenny wasn't at all sure she liked the brazen way he looked at her or the hidden, insinuating tone in his voice as his dark eyes swept over her body. Nevertheless, she behaved, as she had learned, like a gracious hostess. "Well, nice to meet you. Perhaps I'd better change. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, scotch on the rocks." He smiled up at her and his voice was warm. "I don't like to drink a lot of drinks so make it strong."
Jenny returned the smile. Lately, she found she liked people who drank, who kept pace with her. Too often, at parties, she stood around wishing someone would want another drink so she couid have the excuse of pouring herself an- * other one. She mixed Nick's drink strong, making small-talk and then handed it to him with a dangerous, thrilling look being exchanged.
There was no doubt he was attractive to Jenny, attractive not as a solid citizen or someone to marry, but attractive in a romantic, impulsive, lewd way. Jenny smoothed down her housecoat and said, "Well, here's to you."
They drank with Nick staring at her. Jenny giggled, embarrassed and said, "Forgive me, I'd better change."
"That won't be necessary."
"What's that?" Jenny asked, flustered and frightened by the calm penetrating tone of his voice.
Nick flicked ashes off his cigarette and looked at her. "I said that won't be necessary unless," he waved a hand, "you're going to change into something more comfortable."
"What?" Jenny felt a numbing shock. Surely, she hadn't heard him correctly. "What did you say?"
Nick looked at her with bemused patience. "I said, that won't be necessary unless you're going to change into something more comfortable. You know, something to turn me on more than I am now. I like black."
"Black!" Jenny was too astounded to say anything else.
"Yeah. Black stockings, bra and panties. Actually, I like black stockings and a garter belt. Nothing else. You like that?" he asked casually, as if he were asking a fellow diner if they liked spinach.
Although Jenny was too shocked to feel any anger, she pretended she did, feeling she had to. "You've got your nerve. Who do you think you're talking to?"
Nick took a drag on his cigarette. "A very desirable and lonely lady."
Again, she was taken back by his brutal direct way. "When Fred gets here, I'm going to have him throw you out."
Nick smiled and drank. "When Fred gets here, he'll be in no mood or condition to throw me out. Your Freddie is out balling."
"What! What do you mean?"
"I mean, Jenny, that Fred is, at this minute, having an affair with a very attractive young lady and I think he's going to be busy for a very long time. I lied about meeting him here. / wanted to meet you."
Jenny sat down, stunned. "Me? Why me?"
Nick smiled. It was a practiced, enigmatic, smile he used on clients as well as women. More often than not, it worked. Intuitively, Nick knew that everyone had something to hide and, if he could convince them he knew something about them, he could have people eating out of his hand and telling him the very thing they wished to keep secret. Slowly, his voice low and confidential, he said, "Fred told me quite a lot about you."
From the look on Jenny's face, the way her eyes clouded over, Nick knew he had scored again. He sat patient, smiling.
"What ... did he ... my husband ... tell you?"
Nick took another drink and lit a cigarette, knowing he couldn't drag it out too long or she would know he was bluffing. With razor sharp " timing, he let his face fall into a slight annoyance. "Oh, very well. I see where we're going to go through a game. Look, he told me about that night."
Again, Nick's luck and intuition worked. Almost every married couple had a night they'd rather people didn't know about. Jenny's gasp told him he was right. He sat back in his chair, confident it was going to be an interesting night and, if she was good enough, a welcome relief to the tedium he found in the town. "He wouldn't dare!" Jenny said, her whole face and posture telling Nick that Fred would dare, did dare, and that she was afraid that Nick was going to dare a lot more.
He triumphantly stubbed his cigarette out, chuckling to himself as he ignored the question and asked another. "What's the matter? Didn't you have a good time?"
"He wouldn't!" Jenny wailed.
Nick shrugged his shoulders. "He did. That's a fact. Another fact is that he's cheating on you this minute and has been cheating on you. Too bad. You should have kept him happy at home, you should have gone on with that night instead of feeling guilty and embarrassed about it."
Jenny, completely bewildered and dismayed, crushed, by what this stranger had told her, covered her face with her hands and murmured, "I thought it was so wrong."
Nick leaned forward, a confident smile on his lips. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd have her in bed, doing all kinds of tricks at his every command. "You thought it was depraved? Perverted?"
Jenny shook her head and fought back tears.
"You thought it was immoral?"
Again, she shook her head.
"You thought it was lewd and obscene?" he asked in a husky voice.
The words seemed like branding irons on the air. Here she was alone, with a very masculine man, who knew all about what she did in Copenhagen and, by talking about it, he was bringing it to life again! Jenny felt a familiar stirring in her loins, a roiling of pleasure and energy she hadn't felt in a long while. She spread her hands. "It seemed so wrong. I hate that city! I'm never going to Europe again! I don't know why I did it! Something just came over me and, before I knew it, it was too late!" She put her face in her hands and began crying.
Nick sat back and let her cry. She had told him it had happened in Europe, probably while they were on vacation or a honeymoon. He let her cry, timing his remark. "Come on, Jenny, who got hurt?"
"What?" Jenny looked at him with tear stained eyes.
"You had a little fun and who got hurt? Answer me honestly." Before she could answer, Nick leveled an accusing finger and said, "Look, you enjoyed it."
"No," was all Jenny could say in a small voice, thinking, has Fred told him that too? Has he told him everything?
Nick scoffed, tossing his head. "You enjoyed it. Enjoyed it?" he asked, his voice rising with his bluff, "You loved it! You loved being ob-' scene and pornographic and I bet you sit around this house wishing you could be again. Don't try to kid me, you love it. You're begging for it!"
Jenny sat as if turned to stone. All Nick was saying was true. All she could think of was Nick and Fred crouched at a table or a booth somewhere, their heads close together, lewd smiles on their faces as Fred told Nick all about her and that night in Copenhagan. He had probably told others and she was known around town as a whore, a slut; a perverted, obscene slut!
And, with the despair such a thought brought with it, there was also an unholy excitement, a mad desire to just once more act in an abandoned manner. There had been times, alone, at night and when drinking, when she had thought about being a whore, a prostitute; doing whatever men paid her to do, accepting money from strangers and then doing their bidding. The thought had filled her with such a rampaging desire that she was forced to pour herself another drink. And still another until she stumbled to bed and thoughtless, dreamless, sleep.
She got to her feet to pour another drink, her housecoat falling open and showing her naked leg and beautifully curved thigh. She poured herself a drink, drank it, and poured herself another before coming back and sitting opposite Nick, accidentally letting her housecoat fall open again, a smirk on her face. There was something thrilling, something carnal, in her attitude and actions. Her mind, lulled by alcohol, was slipping back into that Tiotpants' feeling she had had in Copenhagen.
Nick sat smiling. In a low voice, he said, "Let's see some more of those legs."
Jenny, her eyes half closed, groaned slightly to herself and reached down and separated the gown all the way up to the flimsy whiteness of her panties. The lips of her vagina beneath them were swelling now and she could feel a moist-ness and itching heat growing slowly down be tween her legs. The thought of Fred telling other men, perfect strangers to her, of what she was like and then allowing them to come to their home and try to fuck her, filled her with rage and hate for him. She would fix him good when she had the chance, she would fix him real good. He was out with some young girl, doing obscene things and never touching her, his own wife. She would get even. With a lewd smile, she looked Condos directy in the eye and teasingly spread her legs, revealing the tight white crotchband of her panties covering her pussy and the few pubic hairs that curled softly out beneath the legbands.
"That's a baby," Nick breathed heavily.
Jenny took a drink and slid further down in the seat, grinding her buttocks down so that the band running between her legs became tighter over her cunt, revealing the imprint of her vaginal lips and forcing the nylon between the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks, revealing them almost naked to Nick's lustful eye.
"Very interesting," he said.
Jenny could feel the band pressing up against her tiny, puckered anus and she squirmed more, sinking lower in the chair and forcing her hips out as she rolled them around in her sudden, wanton desire to act out the whore in front of this perfect stranger her husband had obviously sent out to fuck her. Putting her drink down and reaching down, she pulled her panties up, tight, revealing her hipbones and feeling the band press hard against her vagina and anus.
There was something lewd and exciting in her drunken state of mind, so very exciting in know ing that Fred was talking about her in such obscene terms and that there might be other men coming to do all kinds of things to her. She pulled the panties higher, stretching them and rolling her hips then grinding them down into the chair, tightening the band until one lip of her vagina slipped free and the band slipped slowly into her hot wet cuntal slit.
Nick got up and kneeled between her legs whispering, "Baby, I've just got to see this more closely."
Jenny lay her head back and closed her eyes. Drunkenly, she thought, we'll play house, we'll play dirty doctor and I'll let him do whatever he wants!
Nick hooked one thumb under the panties, feeling her soft cunt as his knuckle buried itself in her soft, warm, moist opening. With a slight motion of his wrist, his knuckle rubbed over her rising clitoris and he could feel it throb under his urgings. He pulled hard and the panties slid down under her firm rounded buttocks. Then with both his hands, he worked the soft silken material down to her ankles where Jenny kicked them aside. Then, he bunched her housecoat up around her waist, and with the palms of his hands pressing against her soft inner thighs, spead her legs wide apart, to the point where she winced. He crouched between her knees and with both thumbs, he stroked her soft silken pubic hair outwards along the passion moisted slit and spread her vaginal lips wide, wider, Jenny groaning with emotion.
He looked at her red moist cunt spread open before him and knew he was going to have this bitch hotter than she had ever been before and he was going to fuck her all the way across town and back. He smiled as he leaned forward and the tip of his tongue flicked over her distended clitoris and sent shivers of flickering joy up her spine.
This, he told himself, might turn into a good thing.
"Oooooooh, God!" Fred's wife groaned as he plunged his tongue into her soft open cunt and unconsciously she flung her legs up over his shoulders, her buttocks raised up off the chair now and held by his cupping hands. With a long lewd sigh, she hooked her legs tightly around his neck and pulled his head in deeper between her widespread thighs while her buttocks writhed and rolled in wild abandoned passion down against his hands below....
Chapter 7
At that moment, across town, in the parking lot behind the Ukrainian Hall, Fred was in the front seat of his car. The girl next to him, called Sissy, had been an enigma to him. They had sat at the bar, close together, rubbing knees, talking smutty, with Fred looking down her dress at her immense and lovely breasts and all attempts at dates, suggestions of motels, and hints failed. They simply fell on deaf ears or Sissy made a face and said, "I don't wanna."
They were drinking boilermakers and Fred felt she had no bottom, that it was a losing cause with a dumb voluptuous girl who only wanted to drink. He was near having to give up when he said, "I feel like some fresh air. Think I'll take a drive. Want to come?"
Sissy reacted like she had just had an orgasm. Her voice was low and husky as she said, "Yeah, I'd like that," as she reached for her purse and slid off the stool, her minidress showing her ample legs and thighs and leaned heavily against him so that he could feel the soft warmth of her heavy body and feel that she had little on under her dress.
They were no sooner in the car and Sissy swooned back on the seat and they were passionately kissing, running their tongues in one another's mouth while Fred groped for the zipper of her dress.
Something that Fred was to learn that night. Sissy was Polish and knew how to cook and thought in terms of being a wife and someday getting married and settling down. Right now, with her limited vision and understanding of the world, the right place to make love was in a car. There was something sneaky and immoral about dating a married man or registering at a motel under phony names with any man. But, necking and fucking in a car was not only all right, it was fun. She hardly got in a car at night with- ' out fucking. This night was something special. Fred Morrison and his car were a cut above her usual dates.
In less time than it takes to tell, Fred had her naked to the waist and was kissing and sucking the erect nipples of her breasts that jellied and quivered in front of his eyes. His hand was feeling its way up inside of her thighs that she willingly spread as his hand moved while she was frantically groping for, finding, and unzipping his pants and grasping his cock and pulling it out.
Fred was in a roaring horny fury. He started pushing her down when she resisted. "Not here," she panted, her face covered with lust, "Let's drive someplace."
Fred tore himself free and looked around. She was right, there were many cars still in the lot and they would all come pouring out when the bar closed. He got behind the wheel and backed out, suddenly rocketing across the lot and almost plowing into cars as Sissy, sitting next to him, her breasts quivering excitedly, reached over and gave his cock a teasing squeeze.
Fred drove down the street with Sissy, still naked to the waist, her dress pulled up and her delicious young breasts jiggling next to him, causing him to catch his breath as he looked at her. Sissy made a purring sound and leaned against him, saying, "I like you." With that, she squirmed around to get on her knees and force her head under the steering wheel and Fred yelled and stepped on the accelerator as he felt Sissy's warm, wet lips close teasingly down over the head of his cock.
Fred drove, not knowing where to go, fighting his lewdness and desire to stop, lean back and let Sissy suck his cock until he came in her mouth. They came to a stoplight and waited, Fred closing his eyes and moaning as he felt her tongue swirling around the head of his cock and looked down to see Sissy's hair spilling over his lap and watch her head begin to bob up and down ever so slowly.
A car pulled up next to them, waiting for the light. Fred turned to look at them with half-closed eyes, a lewd smile on his face. The car contained two teen-age girls, probably going home from a dance. A groan escaped Fred's lips as he looked at their young loveliness. The girls were at that age when they like to drive around at night, flirting with whomever they come across. It was fun and excited them in a sexual way.
Looking across at Fred who was older but handsome, and seeing the look on his face and in his eyes, the girls were flushed with excitement and one girl looked away and then back with a sly brazen smile and Fred groaned aloud and smiled at them, shaking his head as he felt Sissy tighten her mouth around his cock, squeezing it with all her might as it slid slowly down his hardened shaft, peeling the skin sensuously back in her mouth. The other girl blew him a sexy kiss and Fred felt he was going to come right then as he thought of how great it would be to have all three girls in the car with him in various stages of undress and he could fuck each one of them in turn while the other two watched and helped.
The light changed and the cars, with a swirling of tires, sped off, the girls hoping he would follow. Fred couldn't. He turned off, down a dark street and drove fast, looking for a place, any place, where he could stop and fuck Sissy.
Down another, darker street, on the outskirts of town with fewer houses and more lots, Fred slowed and turned off his lights, looking for a place to park. An empty lot with trees looked like a good spot. Fred pulled off and inched his way .through the trees until they pulled into a little gully. At the other end was the back of a house Fred could see quite clearly in the moonlight. The house was dark and quiet. It wasn't the ideal spot, but it would do. Fred cut the motor and pulled on the emergency brake. As if on cue, feeling the car stop, Sissy sat up, breathless, panting, saying, "I want my clothes all off, I want to be completely naked!"
They tore at their clothing, Fred feeling he too wanted to be naked and fucking in a car. If anyone came along and caught them, well,.he wouldn't mind. If those two girls came along.... He closed his eyes and moaned and grabbed Sissy's big breasts in his hands and squeezed them.
Sissy fell back and he was half on top of her, his cock between her legs as they kissed. With his hands, he spread her firm young thighs wide and squirmed his middle finger in up to the second knuckle in her warm moist cunt and began finger-fucking her in and out.
Sissy stroked his cock with her hands as they kissed until Fred slid to his knees and she began shifting in her seat, thrusting her firm rounded buttocks upward so that he could fuck her. She threw her head back and groaned with pleasure as she felt the head of his cock spreading her cunt, filling it up with hot throbbing male flesh that was as hard as a rock. She looked around at the interior of the car as Fred began driving his cock home deep into her young, excitedly throbbing pussy and her hips responded by rolling and undulating in perfect rhythm to his fucking of her cunt. It was an expensive car, with an AM-FM radio and lots of chrome and colored lights. Sissy had never been fucked in such an elegant car before and she twitched and lurched with the pleasure of it all. It was going to be a long glorious night and she was going to fuck in this wonderful car until he begged her for the mercy of her to stop.
Suddenly, she stiffened and made a little sound.
Fred felt it and, fearing something was wrong, whispered, "What? What is it?" ,
Sissy whispered in his ear. "Don't move. A light just went on in that house."
Fred stiffened but didn't dare turn around. He waited, his hardened cock still sunk half in Sissy's palpitating cunt.
"Another light," Sissy whispered, "In the back of the house. I see people."
Fred tried to pull out but Sissy held him close. "They're in a room. A bedroom," she breathed.
Fred found himself curious and tried to turn his head to see but Sissy held him close, saying, "Wait." There followed a long silence as Sissy watched. Gradually, her grip tightened and she began to move her hips until Fred felt he had his cock buried again in hot velvet young pussy flesh. She was literally crawling up him, fucking in and out as he held himself in place.
"It's a... it's a ..." she gasped for breath and said, in a long sigh, "it's a man and a wooom-aaan!"
"What?" Fred asked, breathing harder.
"A man. And a woman. They're naked, nude, oh, God!"
With a fury, Fred squirmed around in the seat, his cock half out and looked. His eyes bugged out of their sockets. Framed in the window was a white man and a colored girl, embracing, totally naked, their hands running over each others bodies. Fred almost groaned aloud as he saw the colored girl, all chocolate next to the man's whiteness, sink to her knees and put the white cock in her mouth. "Quick!" Fred said, "On the grass! Outside!"
Sissy, still watching the couple in the window, said, "Huh?"
"On the grass, where we can fuck and watch them!"
"No!" Sissy whispered with a wanton smile, "Let's sit here in the car and play with each other and watch. It turns me on!"
Fred tore himself free and sat next to Sissy and put his finger up her cunt and wormed it around inside her while he watched the Negress sucking on the white man's prick with long wet strokes. Sissy licked the palm of her hand and put it over Fred's cock and slowly stroked it saying, "Ain't this something? Would you look at that?"
They watched, their mouths open as the man took the colored girls head in his hands and held it in place while he began fucking in and out of her mouth. Then the girl broke free and shoved the man backwards on a bed where he fell and sprawled. They watched as the Negress crawled slowly on top of him, her tongue licking his balls and cock and white skin. She stopped to lick, suck and bite the nipples of his chest before straddling his loins with her knees and taking his hardened cock in one hand and guiding it teasingly between her legs, his prick looking red and white, disappearing slowly up into the pink hair-lined lips of her cunt.
Putting her hands behind her head, her breasts jutting out, she began to move, up and down and then all over, faster and faster as Fred, with a groan, watched her buttocks bunch and tighten then relax as she fucked the man underneath her. Roughly, he grabbed Sissy's head and said, "Suck it!" surprised at the roughness in his voice.
Sissy responded immediately, hot and carnal herself. Her lips closed down over the head of his cock and she sucked hard with Fred grabbing her hair, entwining it in his hands roughly and beginning to fuck her in the mouth like a crazed maniac. Sissy loved it and tried to wedge her hands under his naked buttocks as he fucked wildly up into her pretty face, the shaft of his cock slipping wetly and noisily in and out of her mouth, almost choking her.
Fred watched the Negress drive the man under her into a frenzy. He was bucking now, running his hands over her breasts and grabbing her buttocks as he tried to fuck her back. The Negress broke free with a quickness and strength that surprised Fred. With her hands, she was urging the man to roll over, over onto his stomach.
Fred watched as she rolled the man over until he was flat on his stomach and, gasped, gaped, as the colored girl spread the man's legs vide, then, with her hands, spread the man's tight muscular buttocks and slowly bent her head to put her tongue on his buttocks and tease it wetly around.
Fred went wild. He had Sissy's head in a hammerlock now and was fucking into her mouth unmercifully as she gasped and choked for air. As he was fucking, the Negress slowly, a wanton smile on her lips, let her long wet tongue slip into the man's anus. She held it there, flicking and teasing.
With a roar, Fred fell back and felt like the head of his cock was coming off as he came, pumping thick hot cum deep into the still-sucking Sissy's mouth, bulging her cheeks wide as she greedily bobbed her Adam's apple and swallowed it.
Sissy struggled up as Fred let go of her and sank back in the seat. "Goddamn!" she said, "I'm horny. What are they doing?" she asked, turning around and seating on the seat next to Fred. She gaped with open mouth. "Would you look at that!"
Fred and Sissy stared, unable to take their eyes from the window and what was going on on the bed that was so perfectly framed for them to see.
With a snarl and a savage thrust, the man in the bedroom turned over and knocked the Negress over, spilling her over on to her back, on the bed, her legs splitting wide as she drew her knees up. At the angle she was lying, her cunt, held wide open by her two hands reaching across her brown buttocks, was facing Fred and Sissy. Fred groaned as he felt the agony of another erection coming on him.
Sissy seized his cock and stroked it, saying, "Come on, I'm hot. I gotta have some fun too!"
They both watched as the man slowly sunk his cock in the colored girl's cunt and slowly pulled it out again. Sissy was running her hands all over his body while they watched. "How about it, huh? I could cum, boy, could I cum. "Oh," she said, watching the window as the man slowly sunk his cock home and then pulled it all the way out again while the colored girl pleaded and strained her body, pulling her cunt wide about and thrusting it up in an attempt to keep his cock buried in her cunt.
It was too much for Fred, he was hot again and did want to fuck Sissy. "Come on," Sissy urged, "Fuck me while he fucks her and I can watch."
The thought got him into action. He kneaded Sissy's breasts and put his hand on her cunt as she spread her legs and one finger probed up her hot cunt with its stiff lips. Sissy moaned and fell back, still keeping her eyes on the couple in the bedroom. "Oh, how I'd like to be fucked like that," she murmured as she watched the colored girl put her ankles up on the white man's neck so that he could fuck further into her cunt.
Fred was kissing her breasts now, nipping on them, feeling them hard as bullets as he pinched them with his fingers. With a groan, Sissy threw her heels up on the dashboard and spread her legs out as wide as possible. Fred, sitting next to her, leaned down, his finger still sawing in and out of her cunt and smelled the muskiness of her sexual juices and put his mouth to her cunt and wormed his tongue slowly into the soft hair-lined lips. Sissy groaned and heaved forward in the seat, thrusting her buttocks up and spreading her cunt open with her own fingers so that Fred could work hi" tongue further into the wider-etretched hole down between her legs.
She watched the window, her eyes half closed, her hips moving, making her breasts jump and quiver as she watched the man knock down the colored girl's long slim legs and crawl up her body, move up until his cock was right over the colored girl's mouth. The colored girl's mouth split in a dazzling smile and she took the cock in both her hands and guided it between her saliva moistened lips. The man began fucking her in the mouth while his hand reached behind him and down and felt the colored girl's cunt and slipped his finger inside.
Sissy watched, breathless, as she felt Fred's warm teasing tongue running over and over her clitoris, arousing her even more. "Climb on top of me and fuck me, fuck the shit out of me," she urged in a low hoarse voice.
Fred jumped into position, knocking one leg to a side then passing it over his head. His back to the window, he kneeled in place and felt the entrance to her wet hot cunt against the head of his cock. With a quick hip-flicking thrust, he sunk it home and Sissy gasped and held him tight, looking over his shoulder at the couple on the bed. "Oh, honey, that feels so good! Fuck me, fuck me hard like he's fucking her!"
Fred needed no urging. The whole thing reminded him of Copenhagen. "Oh, Christ!" Sissy moaned, her feet upon the dashboard, her young voluptuous body writhing and covered with sweat as she watched the man fucking the colored girl in the mouth with an unholy savagery and brutality. You'd expect anyone to cower when being treated like that, but the colored girl had a look of pure bliss on her face as she strained her neck and head up and hung onto his cock with both hands and sucked with all her might, her head snapping back with each thrust as the man fucked into her mouth like he was insane and reached behind him and ravaged the colored girl's cunt with three fingers now, sawing them in and out brutally.
"My God!" Sissy breathed, "I'm cumming! Oh, God I love it! I wish I could get fucked like that!" In a mounting voice, as Fred fucked harder and faster, Sissy cried, nearing the best orgasm of her life, "I wish you'd fuck that black bitch and that guy fuck me! ME!" She came, in a strangled cry and her naked young body convulsed against Fred's and he marvelled at her strength and was thrilled by what she had said. The wild idea entered his mind that, with a little work, it was possible and he came again, pumping hot white sperm deep up into Sissy's still quivering cunt.
They both turned to warm Jell-0 and collapsed in each others arms. Fred slumped behind the wheel and closed his eyes. He was washed out. Sissy sat naked, slumped, a thin trail of Fred's cum across her smooth white belly and thigh, and watched the man and the colored girl. The colored girl started cumming and couldn't stop. Her eyes were rolling around in her head as her body jerked and twitched as if she had just touched a live wire while the man continued sawing in and out of her cunt and fucking her in the mouth. The colored girl flung her arms out and grabbed handfuls of the sheet beneath her as her body tensed and arched upward, twisting, like a burnt match, under the immensity of her orgasm.
The man above her fucked harder as Sissy sat slumped, her hair in her eyes, her feet still up on the dashboard and drowsily watched the man roar into an orgasm, saw his body jerk uncontrollably, saw the colored girl's cheeks bulge as he came in her mouth and saw him, with a look of agonized bliss on his face, jerk his cock out of her mouth and come, in big, hot white spurts, all over her face, neck, and breasts. Then, with one final heave, he collapsed beside her.
Chapter 8
While Fred was having his adventure, Jenny was having hers. She lay naked on the couch, her arms above her head, raising her breasts to view and making them all the more lovely. She was looking up at Nick Condos with a slow, seductive smile, watching him slowly undress. Lazily, she spread her legs and drew up the knee of one leg, letting the other fall off the couch and exposing her moist young cunt completely to his view.
He had just finished licking her cunt, driving her to a sexual pitch where she was ready for anything. Her cunt was slightly parted, show ing smooth pink flesh in the light, glinting in the pubic hair where it was moist. Slowly, she rolled her hips as she saw Nick now stripped down to his underwear. He grinned down at her. "Anybody ever go down on you like I did?" he asked.
Jenny twitched her hips and said, "Mramrnm, you can do it all night if you like."
Nick laughed to himself. "Maybe I will and maybe I'll do something else too."
Jenny couldn't help moving her body around and Nick watched her lovely figure with its thin waist, jutting hipbones and full, lovingly rounded thighs and buttocks. "What else have you got in mind?" she asked with a teasing smirk.
Nick calculated his answer. One wrong word and she would know he was bluffing. "You know."
"What?" Jenny asked, one hand stealing down to caress her breasts then going on down to knead her pubic hair then slip gently over her cunt. "What? Anything you want."
"Anything?" Nick asked, sardonically.
"Anything," Jenny repeated and meant it. This, she told herself, was the way to feel, this was real pleasure and living.
"First," Nick said, looking around, "I want a mirror."
A lewd smile was on Jenny's lips as she got to her feet. "There's one in my room. Come on."
Nick followed her down a hall, watching her smoothly swaying buttocks in front of him. In her bedroom, she showed him the mirror on the bathroom door. Nick told her to lay on the bed and she did, spreading her legs and looking like a vision of carnal loveliness as she impatiently rolled her hips. Positioning the door so that Jenny could see herself in the mirror, Nick stood at the foot of the bed and took off his underwear. Jenny could see the bulge of his cock under the underwear but didn't realize its full size or thickness until he stood naked in front of her. It was huge, bigger even than Arne's, back in Copenhagen and she caught her breath with delight.
"Okay, you said anything. Turn over on your stomach," Nick commanded.
Jenny obeyed without thinking, lying on her stomach and exposing her buttocks like two twin hills of pure white snow. "Spread your legs," Nick snapped and Jenny did so only to have Nick snarl impatiently, "Wider!" and grab her legs with his hands and spread them until she winced with pain and cried out. Nick only responded by spreading her legs wider still and Jenny cried out again, her voice whimpering, "You're hurting me!" And, at the same time, she felt a delicious thrill run through her body as she wished he would hurt and humiliate her, doing all sorts of obscene things to her.
He was on top of her back now and Jenny' could feel his great cock wedged between her buttocks, splitting them wide. She could feel the shaft of his cock throbbing slightly against her tiny puckered anus and it felt good and excited her. His cruel voice whispered in her ear. "I'm going to break you in the right way, with my cock up your ass."
"No!" Jenny said, shivering with a mixture of fear and yet also, tingling excitement. She remembered how much it had hurt before. And how good, how marvelous it had eventually felt.
"Up the ass," Nick said, "And you're going to watch it go in right there in the mirror."
It was useless for her to struggle, he was on top of her and much too strong. He lifted his hips up and said, "Get up on your knees, baby!"
Something in his voice, some warning, made Jenny do as he said. She flopped her head around and watched in the mirror. She managed to get her knees up a little and saw her buttocks thrust up, split wide, helplessly vulnerable to Nick's hardened cock that he held in one hand as he looked down at her tiny defenseless anus with glee. "This is going to be some fun. Yes, sir, that is going to be a tight fit and I'm going to really give it to you."
Putting the thick, blunt head of his cock on her anus, Nick began to shove, spreading the cheeks of her buttocks out wider and wider until Jenny felt they were going to split apart from the pressure. "Oh, please, Nick, no! Anything, anything else at all, but no~ there! You're too big! You'll hurt me!"
With a cynical grin, Nick pushed on as he could feel Jenny fighting him now. He liked that. Let her fight, he was too strong for her. Jenny began to yell and groan loud and harsh while she pleaded for Nick to stop. "Go on," he sneered, "A little louder and the neighbors will come."
Jenny bit her tongue and looked in the mirror at her body flat on the bed, her buttocks thrust up and Nick's great cock poised over her anus. And then, as she watched in helpless rapture, with a savage thrust, Nick drove in his great rounded head, pushing the soft rubbery walls of her recta] passage before it as Jenny screamed �out her sudden agony, stifled her scream and thought she would pass out from the excrutiat-ing pain. Everything was going black as Nick sank his cock home almost to the final inch while he grunted, "Damn, that's good and tight!"
The pain was too much and she knew that this time, she wouldn't last, that she would surely pass out, that she would be ruined forever. Nick, sensing her body sagging underneath him, didn't plunge further into her widestretohed and tortured anus. Instead, he slowly fucked in and out while, with one hand, he reached down under her kneeling body and smoothed his palm on her firm and molded stomach. On down, down to mix with her fine soft pubic hair, down to cup her jutting mount of Venus, down to where one finger found her clitoris and he gently massaged It.
Jenny, feeling spasms of pleasure mixed with the torture-rack pain saw her vision clear in the mirror, pinioned helplessly under Nick, his fin-" gers manipulating her cunt and suddenly, as she had done that night back in Copenhagen she mewed with pleasure.
Nick whispered words in her ear, harsh and grating, "Before I get through with you, baby, I'll have you posing for good hot fuck pictures."
The crude statement, the tone of his voice, the idea of being completely subjected to a strange man's will, of being cruelly treated and sexually humiliated mixed with the pleasure she was feeling and acted as a catalyst, brewing up all sorts of lewd and ecstatic feelings. It was becoming difficult to separate the pain from the pleasure.
Nick leaned his weight on her buttocks and his fock sank in deeper. Jenny was moaning, whimpering and crooning all at the same time. She began shoving her buttocks up, wanting, taking, needing more of his cock. Nick's fingers were busy on her cunt, one of them sinking in and worming back and forth.
Jenny couldn't take her eyes from the mirror. Her face was wild and her body was moving, undulating, rolling, pitching. She got a superhuman strength from some source and was on her hands and knees now with Nick and his now sweating body riding her back, fucking into her rectum hard now as his hand still worked in and out of her quickly throbbing cunt.
With all her might, she bunched her buttocks together, squeezing Nick's cock until he groaned, "My God! Jesus Christ, that's good!" With a grim smile, Jenny flexed her buttocks tight again, squeezing his cock with all her might and then beginning to shake and quiver. Nick went mad on top of her, fucking her with brutal agonizing thrusts while his three fingers dug and teased in her hotly squirming pussy and suddenly, the pressure was too great! He roared and pumped thick sperm, white hot cum deep up into her wildly clenching anus and collapsed.
Jenny's strength went too, and they both col lapsed and Jenny, still hot, his cock still in her anus, tried to roll over with Nick, moaning, finally getting the idea and helping her.
She sprawled on top of Nick, on her back, feeling his cock still convulsing deep up inside her bowels and she let her legs spread apart on either side of Nick's legs and looked at herself in the mirror and moaned. If only someone, Fred, anyone, would walk in now and see me like this and fuck me with this strange man's cock up my ass.... The thought was too much, too wild, and Jenny began massaging her clitoris with one hand while the other slipped two fingers up into her passion drenched cunt and she watched herself writhing lewdly around in the mirror as Nick moaned and she saw the shaft of his cock between her buttocks and stretching her anus wide and she felt good, felt wild, wilder until her body was bathed in sweat and she moaned, groaned, keened, then sang as she came like a roaring malestrom of fire and she watched herself cumming, her body contracting and trembling with each wave of the orgasm.
They lay a long time, breathing hard until Jenny finally crawled off Nick, his hardened penis now soft and deflated. Jenny lay beside him and put an arm over her eyes. She had en- " joyed that. Enjoy? She loved it!
There's no getting around it, she told herself, this is what I like, this is the way I am. What am I going to do? Face it, take it, love it. What else? Fred doesn't give a damn.
She got up on one elbow and looked at Nick's body next to her. She was going to ask him if he wanted a cigarette and a drink, but her greedy eyes fastened on his cock. Even when it was soft, it was huge. She lay her head on his stomach and took the cock in her hand and skinned it back and put the head in her mouth and gently, lovingly, sucked on it. She felt it stir, bulge, in her mouth. She took it out and held it to her cheek. "What's the matter?" she cooed, "You didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?"
Chapter 9
Three months of furtive, frantic activity went by. Fred and Jenny Morrison would arise, in their respective bedrooms, with hangovers and each, secretly, going over the lustful events of the night before. The change in Jenny disturbed Fred. She was as polite and attentive as ever, yet their was a subtle change in her attitude.
Gradually, it dawned on him. She was always very careful to find out his future plans. Was he going out that night? And if he was, about what time could she expect him? Where would he be? She was always very careful and casual about asking and, at first, Fred dreaded the thought that she had found out about his affairs and was going to make some silly scene. But, no, slowly it emerged that she was not so much upset but happy that he would be out. Happy? There was only one reason for her being so happy.
His wife was having an affair herself! Fred began to put little things together. A phone call that turned out to be the wrong number, a new smile on Jenny's face, listening to her humming and singing in the morning. Fred stared at her figure under her nightgown or housecoat. It had grown more shapely, softer, more desirable. Mornings, hungover, sipping coffee and looking at her figure and feeling horny, hot, wanting to do to her a few of the tricks he had learned from Sissy and a few other girls over the months, including the colored girl who had turned out to be a hooker. He longed to take his wife out to the garage and fuck her in the car.
In fact, Fred's life had so changed in the last three months that he really had forgotten why he was mad at Jenny, why he wouldn't have anything to do with her. In fact, Fred's values had so changed that he now came to regard so many friends and activities that he used to cherish as bores. So much of it was phony and hypocritical and now other things excited him.
He had become what he thought was a good friend of Nick's. Nick was cool and fast and funny. Fred was learning a lot about women from Nick and even meeting some wild ones because Nick was generous and open minded. Fred confided in Nick and one night, when they were both drunk, he told him about Sissy and the night they watched the colored girl fucking. Nick seemed very interested and so he went on, bragging, about how he had traced the colored girl, met her, took her home and fucked her while Sissy sat in the car and watched.
Nick had talked him into calling the colored girl and they both went over there with a fifth of scotch and had an all-night orgy.
Fred was even smoking and carrying pot now, the pot supplied by Nick who told him it would really "turn chicks on to fucking."
Nick was also talking to Fred about business and, although Fred couldn't say he exactly approved of Nick's ways of making money, there really wasn't- anything too illegal about what he did. And besides, he was making much more money than Fred was with half the effort. "Elks, Lions, Optomists, YMCA, Boy Scouts, that's all penny ante stuff. You just break your balls for a bunch of tightfisted, dull, people," Nick had said.
The remark had hurt Fred and he wanted to argue the point but didn't. There was a germ of doubt in his mind. Nick might be exaggerating, but, he might be right.
It was true many of the people Fred dealt with* were horribly boring and unaware of a great deal that went on under their very noses. It was true he could never confide in anyone what he did at night. If they knew, he would be shunned.
If they knew. Fred had often mulled over that possibility when he thought of his behavior over the last couple of months. If they knew, he would be out of a job. He became elaborate cautious, never meeting Sissy in public. Sissy was really no problem so long as he took her out in his car, let her drive it, and bought her tasteless gifts which she seemed to treasure, like a plaster figurine of Venus de Milo with a luminous clock in her navel. Sissy would coo and cluck and cry a bit over each gift then get down to the nitty gritty of fucking. If they only knew.
And Jenny, too, was having an affair. Putting the two facts together, Fred came up with a nasty possibility: Jenny might be discovered and then he would be the talk of the town, a source for nasty gossip and perhaps even having his job endangered. Fred knew only too well how vicious and destructive small-town gossip could be. It was one thing for him to play around; he was cautious, careful, and it could always be passed off as a lark, a fling, a mistake. The public was always willing to forgive a man. But, a woman? Not so easy? A wife?
Fred convinced himself it was a bad thing, that Jenny was needlessly endangering him. The thought that she might be carrying on an affair in his own house, under his own roof, filled him with dread and rage, He determined to get even with her.
By the time he had left the house and driven downtown to his office, he was filled with righteous indignation. He was raving jealous and was determined to put an end to an intolerable situation. He'd show that two-timing bitch, he'd fix her good. He began devising a scheme where'
he could catch her and fix her good. After all, he thought, I've got my reputation to uphold.
If Fred had only known it, his own reputation was none too good around town. There was talk, not idle gossip designed to titilate, but serious sober talk what to do about a situation that was growing ominous, that suggested dire things. Fred had been seen a lot in the company of Nick Condos and Condos wasn't exactly regarded with respect in most quarters of the town. Fred had been seen to drink quite heavily. And in public. Drinking at home, so that the neighbors didn't know or see was one thing; but, to be seen quite drunk in public, was quite another, particularly for someone in Fred's position.
Fred had been seen in some bad places and had been seen, too many times, with women of a questionable character. Once, a friend, an insurance salesman, driving home from a call, swore he saw Fred, with "a snootful" weaving his way into a house in the Negro section of town. The smell of his breath in the morning and his bloodshot eyes were evidence enough for some people. It was decided that some of Fred's closer friends should sit down and have "a man-to-man talk," with him. Supposing, they said, supposing his father should find out?
Fred Morrison was a marked man, and Jenny a marked woman. And, as their life had changed in Copenhagen, it was about to change even more. A final change, so that, ever after, they would hardly be recognizable as the happy young naive couple that had been married less than a year ago. The weekend that would change everything was coming up. Fred had made careful plans. He called Jenny from the office Friday morning. "Honey? Listen, something has come up and I may have to leave town this weekend. May have to fly up to Cleveland."
"Oh? Why?"
"Well, there's going to be a regional meeting of the Shriners up there." Fred had scoured the papers for an excuse and found that one. "And I've been recommended by some friends and I maybe able to land a job coordinating the whole damn thing. Listen, I'll be on the go day and night all weekend and you know those Shriners so I really can't see you going along. All you'd get to do is sit in a hotel room and wait for me to come back, don't you agree?"
"I do, honey. It would be awful. Promise you'll call me?"
"Sure thing. Oh, honey, I'll have to leave early tonight. You won't mind?"
"Mind? Mind my husband doing a job like that?" she asked with false sincerity. "Ill be proud of you!"
"Good. I'll see you later."
"I'll have everything packed by the time you get home," Jenny said with a husky, gleeful tone in her voice.
Fred hung up and sat looking at the phone. Yes, he said to himself, and when I'm gone, you'll get potted and then, when I come back and find you....
He didn't finish the thought, just sat with his fists clenched.
Chapter 10
Jenny sat laughing to herself. She controlled her laughter long enough to take another drink of scotch and then started laughing again, almost choking. Nick was some man with some kind of brass nerve!
When Fred came home, the last person she expected to see him with was Nick Condos. But there he stood, polite, extending a hand and saying, "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Morrison."
He was insane! The absurdity of the moment stunned Jenny so that she was expressionless. She stood staring at him with her limp hand in his as Fred explained, "I think I've told you about Nick before, haven't I? Nick is going to drive me to the airport."
Nick explained that they had met for a drink and that he was happy to drive his old buddy to the airport.
Jenny regained her composure and made drinks for the three of them. The sheer brazen quality of Nick's act exploded in her brain and she bit her tongue against laughing. She came back to them with the glasses, smirking, feeling sexy. It was exciting to have her husband and Nick in the same room without her husband knowing that Nick had fucked her half silly on the very couch they were sitting on, chatting. Hell, she thought, they had fucked and sucked everywhere, including Fred's bed in the den.
After they were gone, after she had said, "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Condos," and after Fred had given her a friendly pat on the arm and peck on the cheek and left, Jenny had sat down for a good laugh and a drink.
She poured herself another drink, a quick one, before she got busy preparing for the evening. There were drinks to prepare and "reefers" to be rolled. Tonight was going to be a big night.
Previously, Fred had said he would be out tonight. He was always out over the weekend, coming home in the wee hours near dawn, tired and still drunk. Nick had laid careful plans for this evening. Now, they had the whole weekend ahead of them. "Oh, boy," Jenny said, sitting down, shaking with desire and deciding to have still one more drink. Jenny was completely under the spell of
Nick Condos now. There were times when he frightened her, even hurt her, but, he more than made up for them in theirs she had never experienced before. She found an odd, overwhelming sensuality in having him dominate her, for her to do whatever he said or wished. She found herself cumming in giant orgasms four, five, six times a night as he humiliated her in every imaginable way. She found herself hooked, addicted to situations that sent her into paroxysms of ecstasy. She loved it, when, one night, Nick had dragged her in front of the open window of her bedroom, the lights on and made her do a slow strip until she was naked and then, in plain view of anyone passing, forced her down onto her knees and made her suck his cock until he came in her mouth. Made her? She had literally hung onto his cock like a drowning woman to a stick of wood, she had actually tried to suck his cock off of his body and, she had loved every moment of it.
And she loved posing for the obscene pictures he took of her and loved to hear him say, when he was fucking her with his long hardened cock, that he was going to show the pictures around, to servicemen, and some night he was going to bring strange men over to her house and watch them fuck her. If he ever wanted to do it, Jenny, with a secret thrill, would have done it.
Now, his fancy was different. He told her of a colored girl who he had met and fucked. He told her the girl was bisexual and that Friday, tonight, he was bringing her over and that the three of them would have a little party.
The only time Jenny had ever done anything perverted, anything of a lesbian nature, had been in Denmark. She had been crazed with drink and drugs and driven into a sexual frenzy by all they had seen, and so she didn't care. Secretly, she had loved it. Three months with Nick had changed her attitude too. If she was bisexual, so be it. There had been something fascinating, lewd, carnal, and exciting about making love with a woman while others watched. Tonight, with Nick running the show, should be no exception.
She busied herself around the house, turning on low lights, preparing and setting out food and drinks. Rolling reefers and placing them on the coffee table, stacking mood music on the stereo and changing into a slinky, sexy negligee that showed her whole voluptuous young body, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach and soft pubic hair in filmy outline underneath. She stood in front of a mirror and admired herself, turning to see her proud and firm buttocks outlined breathtakingly. Might as well start the evening off right, she told herself.
Nick, who insisted on a key, let himself in and Jenny found herself meeting her first prostitute. The colored girl was tall, willowy, attractive, and had a cynical smile on her lips. From the way she moved, Jenny could tell she didn't have anything on under her miniskirt. Jenny liked the sexual way she took in her body, looking at her breasts and her loins and slowly letting her tongue lick her lower lip. She offered the girl a drink and took in her smooth brown legs and figure. Nick introduced her as Mavis. Jenny toasted her and said,
"Here's to a lot of fun tonight, Mavis."
Mavis grinned lewdly, raised her glass and said, "Right on."
Jenny drank, thinking, we'll see whose the real whore tonight, Mavis baby. You'd better be good.
Nick took his drink and flopped down on the couch next to Mavis, stroking her bare thigh.
"Did you see Fred off?" Jenny asked.
Nick grinned cynically. "I left him at the bar. The flight was delayed and he wanted to see if he could make out with a chick sitting at the bar. I gave him a couple of addresses up in Cleveland so he'll be busy."
"Who is Fred?" Mavis asked.
"My husband," Jenny said with a grin at Nick.
"Wooeee! White folks .sure are strange. Sure going to be a wild night!" Mavis said with round eyes.
"A wild weekend if all goes fine," Nick said with a leer. "Jenny, come over here and meet Mavis. We'll smoke a reefer and I'd like you two to get better acquainted."
Fred was, at the moment when Jenny started necking wildly with Mavis while Nick watched, across town, drinking in the Ukrainian Hall. He had taken a cab back from the airport. Nick said he had a date and so he wasn't worried about seeing him. Only Sissy remained to be dealt with and she was sitting patiently beside him, waiting for him .to suggest they take a ride, patiently drinking one boilermaker after another as if they were sodas. She was content to sit the whole night away, drinking, listening to pol kas, watching TV and occasionally making conversation.
Now that Fred was confronted with the reality of catching his wife in the actual act, he was apprehensive and decided to have a few drinks for courage. Combined with the drinks at the airport and the situation ahead of him, he got drunk very fast. He told Sissy he had to go see a business acquaintance and that he would be back. He drove the streets aimlessly, smoking a reefer as he drove, getting high until he hit on a crazy, drunken idea.
Back at the hall, he sat next to Sissy, ordered another drink then suggested they go for a drive. Sissy, smiling, her leg rubbing his as she got off the stool, knew what he wanted. Fred, gleeful, malevolent, had hit on a crazy scheme. He would fuck Sissy in the car, within sight of his house and then go in and catch the dumb bitch right in the middle of something. He chose the street right behind his house. It was dark, tree-lined, didn't have much foot traffic and Jenny's bedroom was in the rear of the house.
They parked and was soon sucking on Sissy's nipples while she cupped her breasts in her hands and watched him, breathing over and over, "I want it, I want it, I want to take everything off!"
The back of his house was dark still, but he could see lights on in front. He giggled to himself. This was going to be fun. Sissy had his rock-hard cock in his hand now and he had his middle finger squirming around deep in her cunt with her legs spread as wide as possible.
A light went on in Jenny's room!
Fred had to see this and he had to be fucking Sissy when he saw it. He slid to his knees and got between Sissy's legs. With a sigh and a smile, she opened her legs a little wider and braced her heels up on the dashboard and grabbed his cock in her hand. Fred let her rub the head of it over the slit of her cunt, feeling her moistness. God, she was hot and ready! He would fuck the hell out of her while he watched Jenny and then, then, he would fix her good and come off looking good.
He held Sissy tight in his arms, ready to ram it home to her, his head turned toward the window.
The faces and bodies he saw made his mouth hang open! It couldn't be! The distance was too great or his fogged mind was playing tricks, but Fred swore that Nick, his buddy Nick, was forcing his wife down on the bed while the colored girl, the prostitute, was kneeling down to lick Jenny's cunt!
"That rotten son-of-a-bitch!" Frett roared, pulling away and getting wedged between the seats and Sissy's legs as he reached for his clothes.
"What? What's the matter?" Sissy cried, "The police? The police? Police! Oh, God, I knew it, help!"
"Shut up!" Fred hissed. "Get into your clothes! There's no police. I just saw something. Get dressed, hurry!"
Before Sissy was half dressed, Fred was gunning the motor and tearing around the block. Coming down his block he saw a foreign sports-car parked in his driveway. It was Nick's! Nick, that son-of-a-bitch, was two-timing him with his own wife! He was going to fix the both of them!
He parked down the street, told Sissy to wait for him and walked up to his house. Stealthily, he let himself in. Drinks were all over the living room and the pungent odor of pot hung heavy, sweet and drugging, in the air.
He tiptoed down the hall, his fists clenched. He paused by the door of Jenny's bedroom and listened. There was the low, fevered, murmur of voices, moans of delight and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Fred gripped the knob of the door tightly, opened it and stepped swiftly in.
No one noticed he was there! On the bed, Jenny lay sprawled spread-eagled, her legs split wide while Nick fucked her. The Negress, on her hands and knees, was crouched over Jenny's face and Fred could clearly see Jenny's red tongue sliding up into the colored girl's open and waiting cunt. As he stood watching, he saw Jenny's white hand snake across the girl's brown buttocks and sink one finger into her tiny working anus. Nick, fucking into Fred's wife's cunt, was watching the two, leaning forward to lick the colored girl's anus and saying, "That's it, suck her cunt good, Jenny baby, suck it good!"
The incredible lewdness of it all, the abandoned eroticism of it rooted Fred to the spot as he watched, aroused, thinking,-that's my wife, that's Jenny. The old wild feeling he had in Copenhagen came back and he wished he could sneak out, look through the window and watch her behaving like a common whore.
But it was not to be. It was as if they sensed his presence, felt his hostile yet excited feel ings. Nick looked around first. Then they were all looking at him from their lewd tangle of naked arms and legs.
It was difficult to tell who moved first. It must have been Fred. No one said a word, with Fred lunging at the bed, at Jenny. Nick moved with blinding speed, reaching out and slapping Fred on the shoulder and knocking him off balance. As Fred fought to regain his footing, Nick slipped behind him and got his arms in a hammer lock. "Whoa there, just a minute!"
"You bastard, you rotten son-of-a-bitch, I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you!"
They struggled around the room with Nick quickly proving he was of superior strength and skill. He held Fred from behind, twisting one arm until Fred was subdued and standing still. "Now," Nick panted, "what in hell is the matter with you?"
"The matter!" Fred was so outraged by the question that he began struggling again. Nick said, "Sorry to do this and twisted his arm until Fred yelled and stopped. They were facing the bed where Mavis and Jenny still lay, looking at the two of them with fearful eyes. Nick's voice grated in Fred's ear. "You are a pain in the ass, you know that? Look at you, holier than thou. Everybody in this room knows what you've been up to. Jenny told me all about you in Copenhagen. Remember, buddy, it was you who dragged her to that store and movie and, eventually, the party. You could have always said no, so just think about that!"
"Fucking someone else in my own house!" Fred roared, glaring at Jenny.
"In your own house!" Nick yelled back. He tightened his grip on Fred's arm and said, "You've got it coming. I've been watching you operate for months. You know what you are? You're a liar and a hypocrite and there's nothing in this world lower than a hypocrite because they're all cowards. Yellow. You couldn't stand to be level with anyone so you sneak around and grab the goodies when no one's looking. You couldn't stand to think of yourself doing things with your wife, so you go out and pick something up and play dirty behind the barn then come home and get moral. It's all right for you to do it but it isn't all right for Jenny to do it. You make me sick!"
Roughly, he shoved Fred toward the bed. "You're going to learn a lesson. You're going to see what kind of wife you have. She likes to be humiliated. Did you know that, Dum-Dum? Jenny, isn't that true?"
Jenny looked at Fred and a thrill ran through her. "Yes!" she breathed.
"You'd better believe it. You're going to stand here and watch Jenny make love to Mavis. Right now. Jenny!" Nick commanded in a rough voice. "Start making it with Mavis."
Mavis was frightened and tense, never taking her wary eyes from Fred's livid face, but, she obeyed Nick and lay back on the bed. Jenny reached over, separated the soft quivering lips of her cunt with her fingertips, spreading it wide so that Fred could see the ruby color of Mavis's still wet cunt, and, with a lewd smile at Fred, she bent her head and began to lick the brownish girl's clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
Soon, Mavis seemed to forget all about Fred and her liquid hips began to move as she grew hotter and sexier. Soon, their hands were caressing each other in obscene ways as Fred watched, feeling his cock going rigid erect, feeling an unholy kind of excitement engulf him as he watched, helpless. Mavis was pushing Jenny off now, forcing her back on the bed, licking and sucking Jenny's hard nipples, licking her stomach and her thighs then plunging her head deeply between her widespread legs where she licked and sucked furiously.
Fred was breathing hard now and so was Nick close behind him. Nick was relaxing his grip but Fred made no move. He watched, his eyes glazed as Mavis crawled over Jenny with her long lithe body and the two of them were performing sixty-nine, licking greedily at each other's cunts. Then Mavis broke free, rolled Jenny over on her stomach. She looked, smiling, at Jenny's proud, well-formed buttocks. A second's pause and she split her buttocks wide with her hands and bending, stuck her tongue as far as it would go up Jenny's tiny, clenching rectum.
Jenny moaned and wiggled with delight. Fred was suddenly standing alone, dizzy with lust. Nick had let go of him and was on the bed, fucking Mavis from behind with all his might.
For the second time in a few minutes, Fred was getting undressed, panting, tearing at his clothes. Then he was on top of his wife, pushing Mavis out of the way, giving her the fucking of her life. Jenny was later to admit that she had never been so screwed in all her life. She was begging him, "Fuck me, fuck me, do it like that, darling, don't ever stop!"
And it seemed like Fred never would. He was possessed of a superhuman energy, his body was suddenly all corded muscle and he fucked his wife with an abandon and energy that bounced them across the bed and sent them crashing to the floor where he continued to fuck wildly into her, battering her body and making her see stars with each insane, pelvis-shattering thrust. Jenny came and then came again in a long scream as Fred continued fucking between her widespread legs with a maniacal fury.
Sensing her body going limp, he pulled away from her with a snarl and clambered back up on the bed, his cock rock hard and grabbed Mavis.
"Both of us at once!" Nick called and Fred knew what he meant. He forced Mavis on top of Nick, watched, as she guided his great cock up into her wet cunt then watched with gloating glee as she moved up and down the shaft, her buttocks undulating. She bent over and spread her buttocks, exposing her tight puckered little anus and Fred attacked her as she cried and moaned.
Jenny crawled up to the edge of the bed to watch. She watched, seeing Mavis pinioned between them as she had once been a seeming century ago in Copenhagen. This was going to be great to watch. Later, she would have them do it to her.
She watched her husband, his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he fucked the Negress cruelly in her anus, battering it all the way home and cumming deep up in her bowels, pumping hot fluid into her anus with a wild guttural roar. Fred collapsed and Jenny and Fred watched as Mavis and Nick fucked crazily away until they both came.
Then they sprawled naked, breathing hard, looking off. Jenny smiled, thinking it was indeed, going to be quite a weekend. She didn't yet know it, but" it was going to be quite a life, for this weekend was the beginning of a sex cult and wife-swapping club that would change their lives and force them to move from this town and on to Cleveland where they could carry on such activities more in the open with the aid of Nick Condos and his contacts.
Fred sat up in bed, looking around. "My God!"
"What's the matter?" Jenny asked as they all sat up in alarm.
"I forgot all about Sissy!"
"Sissy?"
Nick laughed. "Where did you leave her?"
"Out in the car."
"Who's Sissy?" Jenny asked and Fred explained and they all laughed.
Jenny stretched languidly on the bed and they all looked at her magnificent naked form. "Invite her in. After all, four's company, but five can be a ball."
