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The room was getting hot, and the two on the stage were beginning to
sweat, their greased bodies glistening. The man now had the girl's
head pinned firmly in place with a wild and vicious grip. His thick
glistening cock was sliding in and out of the girl's mouth as his hips
viciously pumped. Kim thought the girl would choke or gag when the
wet, glistening shaft was shoved the full length into her mouth, but
the eagerly sucking girl held on to the man's slippery, oiled buttocks
with all her strength, a look of lewd rapture on her face as her lips
ovaled tightly around the cock. The muscles in her arms rippled as she
pulled on his buttocks, trying to get more of the rampant stalk of hot
hard fish in her mouth.

The crowd in the room groaned again as another figure mounted the low
platform. It was the girl dancer from the bar! She too, was naked and
her slim boyish hips and small firm breasts were covered with oil. She
glistened and glinted as she moved, caressing the girl's nakedly
quivering buttocks and pressing her own restless loins against their
warm fleshiness. More groans of lust came from the audience when she
reached around and cupped the sucking girl's breasts, pinching the
slippery nipples with the tips of her fingers.

Kim's breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation
fermenting in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each movement
was she watched the young girl being ravished by the man and the
lesbian dancer. The excited sex-heat of the audience acted like a
giant furnace, and the drugged young housewife could feel a trickle of
sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its
slow teasing trail caused her to squirm down against the firm leather
edges of the cushion, which rubbed sensuously against the moist,
hair-lined flanges of her hotly throbbing pussy. She bit hard against
her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.

Her forehead was covered with a fine mist of perspiration from the
feverishly writhing bodies all around her. Klaus, his mouth open, his
eyes on the platform, let his hand fall inside her dress. Kim
stiffened and looked around. No one was watching and, if she wanted
him to, he would stop. Her young, frantically aroused body trembled as
she let him wedge his hand between her naked breast and brassiere,
near her nipple. Another trickle of sweat ran down the valley between
her ripe, full breasts, causing her to squirm more, thus allowing his
fingers to probe for and find the nipple. He pinched it and she
jumped, feeling a tiny pain then a lewd thrill of pleasure.

Her nerves were shattered and her mind reeled with indecision as the
drug, the champagne, and the salacious scene in front of her worked
powerfully on her feelings. She knew she should demand that they take
her home. Nichole and her friends were just a little too fast for her,
and this wasn't being true to Hank. She owed faithfulness to Hank, and
she had already gone too far by watching such an exhibition and
letting Klaus, a stranger, massage her breast. He was doing it right
at that minute, urging her nipple into a pouted hardness, bringing on
a wanton feeling that was wild and made her thirst for more. Thirst!
Her mouth was dry and she drained her champagne glass again. Klaus,
with his free hand, poured her more; she quietly drank it down,
smacking her lips and liking the taste.

Still, she felt they had been so patronizing to her, so talked down to
her that she was determined to show them she wasn't a child or an old
maid. Petting didn't hurt so long as it didn't go any further. She
could always stop Klaus if he tried anything more than toying with her
breasts.

She looked down the couch, past Klaus, at Nichole. Ernie was sitting
forward and facing Nichole now, his hand still in her panties and his
fingers lewdly pumping in and out of her vagina. His free hand was
unbuttoning the top of her dress and, as Kim watched, she saw one of
Nichole's magnificently formed breasts billow and bulge as its
firmness was forced out of her brassiere. The naked tit gleamed
whitely in the room, its nipple taut and dark... inviting. All around
the room, all around her, people were writhing in sexual abandonment
and undressing.

Kim's breath was hot and heavy as she turned her glazed eyes back on
the platform, permitting Klaus to pull her own breast up so that her
pink, bud-like nipple was out of her brassiere but not out of the
dress. Slowly, his fingers slid across her warm, sweaty cleavage and
began probing for her other breast.

The flame-haired young wife let him fondle her, raising her passion
and frustration as she watched the wantonly obscene tableau up on the
platform. It was as if the three nakedly writhing performers had
utterly no inhibitions or feeling of self- consciousness; in fact, it
seemed they were enjoying being watched, that they enjoyed sexually
exciting and frustrating the passive on-lookers. Kim sensed that part
of their excitement, part of their depravity came from the fact that
they did things, sexual things, in front of strangers. She tried to
imagine herself getting up in this room, in front of strangers, naked
and lewd. In her mind, she flashed back to the night she stood naked
in the bathroom on front of a mirror and excitedly looked at the
bruises and scratched on her body before finger fucking herself to
orgasm.

Kim continued panting as Klaus felt for the nipples on her other
breast and the girl on the platform, the girl with the black boots and
huge breasts, broke away from the man. The slender lesbian who had
been behind her had stood up and to one side. The girl in her boots,
oiled, sweating, fell nakedly back on her haunches, heaving with
passion and fighting for her breath, putting her arms out behind her,
supporting herself as her heavy breasts jiggled lewdly. She looked up
at the man who crouched over her and then set her head fall back to
see the slim girl standing to one side.

Kim gasped then groaned aloud, forgetting herself, as the lesbian
dancer bent over, kissing the other girl with an open mouth while one
hand dropped to her cunt. The girl in the boots, still on her knees
and leaning back, locked her hungry mouth on the lesbian's and let her
tongue dart in while she spread her thighs as far as her kneeling
position would allow. Kim felt she had to squirm as she watched the
lesbian's knowledgeable fingers begin sawing in and out of the
kneeling girl's wet, parted pussy.

Kim knew about lesbians, had heard about them in school but never had
met one or knew she was meeting one. It was the most depraved scene
she had ever watched as the man stood watching, stroking his slippery,
hotly glistening cock as he watched and the slim girl bent over the
other girl, kissing her in a wanton way while caressing her in a most
obscene way. And the girl with the boots responded, writhing in
complete abandonment, her breasts oiled and gleaming as they jiggled,
her body supple and rubbery as she convulsed and rivulets of sweat
snaked across her belly-dancer stomach. Kim felt faint when she
realized the full brazenness of their act as the slim girl suddenly
straightened and, just like she was mounting a horse, she held the
booted girl's head in her hands and swung one leg over her face. She
lifted one leg slowly, exposing her open cunt with its pinkly fluted
vaginal lips. The girl's face was buried in the lesbian's crotch when
the dancer - her legs spread wide and slightly bent at the knees -
began wiggling her tight, little-boy buttocks back in invitation at
the man. Her proud ass cheeks spread wide and her anus was tight and
brown in the center of her deep crevice.

The impact of it on Kim was almost more than she could take. She gaped
as Klaus pulled her breasts, both of them, free from her brassiere and
pinched the taut, hard nipples into a goose-bumped expectancy. She
gaped with her mouth open as the two girls on the stage began an
obscene movement. The lesbian held her friend's head tight to her
hair-lined vaginal slit while her hips ground and rotated her cunt
against the girl's face. And, judging from the expression of wild,
lewd pleasure on the lesbian's face, the girl was obliging by using
her mouth and tongue.

Klaus put his free hand on Kim's bare knee and squeezed it, feeling
hot and sweaty. His hand suddenly swept up her thigh, pushing her
dress up. "Just petting," she tried to tell herself as she sank
further back, even further on the couch and crossed her legs again and
squeezed... seeking relief for her hopelessly aroused clitoris. She
ground her buttocks down into a corner of the cushion, forcing the
sewn edging up into her panties, into the open lips of her heatedly
pulsating pussy. Klaus let his hand slide all the way up her dress
until it was cupped on her perspiration-streaked stomach. Kim tried to
catch her breath, inhaling deeply and swelling her breasts that now
jutted out further than ever due to the brassiere being pushed and
peeled down beneath them. Klaus's fingernails nipped at the nipple of
her breast and she jumped, sitting more erect thus permitting his
probing fingers to dart underneath her panties and wedge themselves
downward to nestle in her softly curling



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