Victoria felt a soft, cool hand stroke her forehead and her long raven hair, and her eyes came open instantly. Her head lilted from the back of the couch, and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
At first, she had a strange disembodied feeling; she didn't know where she was, even who she was. The room was unfamiliar, and the man sitting next to her, stroking her, wasn't her husband… but then she recognized Dr. Eric Kaye her employer, and the room as his home – and the evening's events came back to her completely. It was all right; she was safe. She leaned back against the cushions again, sighing, and then winced as a little throbbing pain in back of her eyes made itself known to her.
"I… fell asleep, didn't I?" she said to Eric, a little sheepishly.
"That you did," he told her, smiling. He moved back away from her slightly, looking into her eyes. "How do you feel now?"
"Still a little woozy," she confessed. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Not long. About fifteen minutes."
Vicki looked around the room, then frowned. "Where's Kirk?"
Eric got to his feet, his expression sobering. Inside, though, he was seething with anticipation of what he felt sure was about to happen. The timing was perfect, he thought; Christy should have things well in hand – more properly, he told himself with a mental grin, well in mouth – by now. Christ, she'd had Kirk all but fetching sticks for her when she'd led him off the balcony earlier. It was really a pleasure to watch her work; she knew how to entice a man, that was for sure, and she was the best fuck he'd ever had, although a few women he'd known had come close. All things considered, Christy was the perfect wife for him, and he the perfect husband for her. They both loved fucking more than anything – yes, he had to admit he loved it even more than his work – and their respective skills in acquiring new flesh for the fold were perfectly harmonious. He was a damned lucky man.
Kaye held out his hand to the beautiful young woman on the couch, and Vicki took it. He lifted her onto her feet, steadying her with his other hand on her elbow. "There's something I think you should see, my dear," he said.
"See?" she asked, confused. "But – where's Kirk? And… where's Christy?"
"Come along, now," Eric said soothingly, and steered her down a hallway at the far end of the living room, opening a door off it. He groped on the wall inside, and soft lighting cast an eerie illumination over the previously darkened room.
Despite this supernatural gloom Vicki could see that it was a lavishly furnished bedroom, with thick carpeting and a huge double bed. The furnishings appeared to be of the same Danish modem style as the living room furniture. She stopped just inside the door, looking befuddledly about her.
"This… this is your bedroom," she said inanely.
"Yes, that's right," Eric said in his soft voice. "Mine and Christy's."
"I… don't understand, Eric. What…?"
"Come over here," Kaye told her, motioning toward a slightly ajar door set in the far wall. "I think you ought to see this, Vicki."
Perplexedly, she followed the respected educator across the carpeted floor to the door. There, adjacent to the door, were mounted numerous switches, knobs, and Eric Kaye reached up to twist one of them, bringing the previously soft strains of the Gleason Orchestra into ear-consuming loudness. Then, with a flick of his deft fingers on a second switch, the room was plunged once again into murky darkness, the only illumination a small ribbon of light permeating from the room beyond the slightly ajar door. Vicki opened her mouth to complain about this unexpected action, but her protest died unvoiced as he quickly opened the door, once again illuminating the bedroom with an elongation of brilliance. Instinctively, Kaye stepped forward, frowning deeply, and then she could see into what was obviously a bathroom, black and gold tiled with…
Vicki froze suddenly, froze in abject horror. Involuntarily, a small cry burst from her throat and was immediately lost in music emanating from speakers in both rooms. Vicki felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach; she couldn't seem to find her breath, and she stood there gasping, her eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed in a large marble-lined bathtub directly before her eyes, not five feet away. It was the perverted rite of fellatio, a disgusting practice which Vicki had always held in abhorrence as being something which prostitutes did for money and which sluts did for the satisfaction of degenerate desires; something which pimps allowed upon their flesh, and maladjusted men in dirty hotel rooms.
But the two participants in the tableau before her were not of this ilk. They were Christy Kaye – and her husband, Kirk, the man she loved. Christy was kneeling in the tub, amidst a thick coating of bubbles, her head slaving up and down over Kirk's groin, her lips sliding around his huge, erect penis hungrily, as if it woe some obscene peppermint stick. His hands were wrapped in her hair, urging her on to even faster bobbings and lickings, and there was on his face a mask of pure and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back over his teeth, spittle was dribbling out onto his chin, and he had both his legs spread wide, heels resting on the tub's two lips on either side of the sucking silver-blonde kneeling between them.
A strangled gasp escaped Vicki's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of there, blot that terrible scene from her mind – but Eric caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the bubble bath.
Kaye smiled knowingly as he watched with admiration the way his wife's mouth and tongue were working around Kirk Young's lust hardened cock. Damn, but she could really give a blow job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and the feel of Kirk's young wife's soft, resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin. "Well, what do you think of your husband now, Vicki?"
"Oh my God!" Vicki wailed in undisguised misery. "Oh, my God, my God!" She leaned back against Eric almost without realizing it, while her mind fought to accept the reality of what she was seeing.
"Do you know what's happening in there, Vicki?" Eric asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic now. "That's your husband and my wife, and they're making love – oral love, the best kind of love. Your husband and my wife, Vicki…"
"No! God, no, no, no!" The words tore from Vicki's throat in an almost pleading tremolo, as if she was trying to convince herself that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling, reeling thoughts and emotions.
That's Kirk, my Kirk, my husband… lying nude in a tub filled with bubble bath with the… the bitch-whore wife of my employer. That's the man I promised to love, honor and obey, until death do us part… lying in there with another woman's mouth on his penis, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it the way his face is twisted like some beast in heat, letting her do that to him while the woman he supposedly loves, his wife – ME – is in the same house… oh, God, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be happening… but it was! This sick, foul, perverted, disgusting thing is happening, right before my eyes… I'm watching my whole world collapse right in front of me, everything I believed in, believed was good and clean and decent is being soiled and made a mockery of before my very own eyes…!
Eric Kaye was holding her very tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her buttocks and the pounding of the doctor's heart. She shuddered, trying to turn; did… Eric have an erection from watching this? My God, was he aroused? How could that be? That was his wife in there, wasn't it? Just like that's my husband…
As if sensing her thoughts, Eric moved his pelvis against her buttocks lightly, and in her ear he whispered in the same mesmeric tone, "It's exciting to watch, isn't it, my dear? It's exciting to watch your husband make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make love yourself, doesn't it, Vicki?"
"Nooooo!" she moaned. What was the matter with him? Had he taken leave of his senses, acting this way, talking like that? She didn't know Eric Kaye at all, that was plainly evident; she didn't know what kind of a man he was deep inside at all. Why… why, it was almost as if he was reveling in the sickness before their eyes… as if he had known all along that it would happen, and was waiting expectantly for it…
"Look at the way Christy moves her mouth up and down on your husband's cock," Kaye intoned behind her, his breath hot in her ear. "Look at the way her mouth works on his penis, Vicki. That's exciting, isn't it? You feel aroused watching it, don't you?"
"No, it's… evil, disgusting!" Vicki flung at him, struggling to break free, but his grip was like iron on her. She felt anger rise in her – not unreasoning anger that replaced the shocked horror which had numbed her mind until then. The line between love and hate was a thin one, and she had crossed over it the moment she'd seen what Kirk was doing in that bathtub with Christy Kaye. She hated him now, no longer loved him; she hated him enough to kill him! Yes, to kill him, to cut off that offending member of his with a butcher knife and watch him bleed to death! And she hated Eric Kaye, too, hated him almost as much as she did Kirk, for he was a party to this animalistic depravity, she knew that somehow…
She twisted and jerked in the educator's grasp, but in vain. She was breathing hard, her eyes locked on the tableau before her, watching Christy Kaye's undulating buttocks lashing the bubbled water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down around Kirk's long hard cock. Her wet silvery hair was fanned out, floating in the water over Kirk's belly, and her tongue was lashing furiously around and around the head of the cock in her mouth on the outstroke. There was the same mindless lust, contorting her features as was contorting Kirk's.
"Watch them, Vicki," Eric commanded hypnotically, holding her. "Watch them, watch my wife suck your husband's cock!"
His salacious words brought a gasp from Vicki, but even so, she found herself obeying Kaye's words. She was watching, watching with widening eyes, and her struggles ceased despite the fact that the hot anger of moments earlier, tempered somewhat now, still remained. The doctor began to whisper more obscene remarks into her ear, and his hand moved around under her breasts, the forearm raising them up as he held her. He was telling her again how exciting it was to watch the perverted lovemaking in the bathroom, how it gave vent to rising passions to see other people doing it.
And suddenly, in spite of herself, Vicki became aroused.
She could feel her nipples harden beneath the black dress she wore, beneath her brassiere; she could feet her vaginal juices begin to flow as they had earlier when she had allowed her landlady's dog to bring her to climax. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Kirk and Christy, but she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now, for once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Eric, sensing her arousal, felt a glowing triumph. It was going to work out just as he and Christy had planned! She was going to come across, he felt sure of it now; he had been right in his appraisal of the hidden depths of Vicki Young, and after four months of looking at her five days a week and wanting her more and more each day, he was going to have her! Soon, soon!
He renewed his whispers into her ear with more and more lewd words and suggestions, and his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. Christ, but she had nice tits! She wasn't protesting now, either; she was watching Christy suck her husband off, and she wasn't fighting his advances. He pressed his erect cock tighter against her buttocks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the soft yielding crevice between her ass-cheeks.
"My wife and your husband, Vicki," he breathed into her ear. "My wife and your husband – fucking. That's what they're doing, you know. Christy is mouth-fucking Kirk. Christy and Kirk, making love. So why shouldn't we make love, Vicki? Why shouldn't you and I fuck? I want to fuck you, Vicki. Vicki, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you right here, right now, while we watch your husband and my wife. I want to fuck you standing up right here, Vicki!"
Vicki's mind was still a seething turmoil of anger and hatred, made irrational by the amount of liquor she had consumed on this evening, but it was fast becoming swamped by her rising passion. Eric's words were taking their toll now. She could feel his hand on her breast, knew she should take it away, stop him from touching her like that. She could feel his penis, hard between the sensitive cheeks of her buttocks, and she knew she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked were pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement – and she didn't want to stop.
She wanted to…
She wanted to make love!
She wanted Eric Kaye to make love to her!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Vicki's head pound rhythmically. Yes, that was what she wanted! She wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear… wanted him to… to FUCK her! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to punish Kirk for what he had done to her, what he was doing to her right now by allowing Christy to suck him like that! What better way than to make love to Christy's husband! Nothing else mattered right now, right at this moment. All that mattered was getting back at Kirk, hurting him like he was hurting her – and the prurient desires which were raging in her flesh, demanding to be satisfied…
"Vicki," the doctor was whispering, "Vicki, I want to fuck you while we stand here and watch your husband fucking my wife! Do you hear me, Vicki? I want to fuck you while we…"
"Yes!" Vicki heard herself cry out. "Yes, Eric, yes, yessss! I want you, Eric, I want you to… to fuck me!"
Kaye's hand squeezed her breast harder, and his breath exploded into her ear. Those were the words he had waited a long, long time to hear! He cupped both her breasts, moving his pelvis tight behind her. "Right here, right now," he whispered.
"Yes! Yes, yes!"
"While we watch Christy sucking Kirk."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Lean forward and put your hands on the doorjambs so you can see," he commanded.
Vicki complied, past all caring now, wanting only release from the floodtide of passion surging like combers on a stormy beach through her being. She wanted him, wanted his penis inside her, wanted him, wanted him, wanted to hurt Kirk.
Eric's dexterous fingers were on the buttons of her dress now, snapping them open one by one. Slowly, he drew the garment off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off her body altogether. She raised one foot, then the other, to step out of the dress, wearing only brassiere and panties now. Eric unfastened her brassiere snaps, letting it fall away, and her full, taut-nippled breasts swayed into freedom. Even in her humped over position, there was no pendulous effect to full, firm mounds – they remained high and firm on her chest.
Vicki felt the doctor's fingers teasing along the silk-encased material of her buttocks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, passion-warm flesh. Then he was tugging at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. A cool rush of air blew along her backside, and she dimly realized that she was now completely nude, her full, rounded buttocks presented to the lusting gaze of her employer with total abandonment and surrender.
In the bathroom, in the bathtub filled with soapy water, Vicki could see Christy pulling Kirk's cock into her mouth voraciously, the shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along velvet as she endeavored to take every single inch of his monstrous shaft into the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. Christy's buttocks undulated madly, and Kirk was jerking and twisting in wild frenzy under her ministration; the foamy water lashed over the edge of the tub like surf over a boat pier, spilling onto the floor in glistening pools. And still Christy sawed up and down with enraptured, frenetic movements on his penis, her white cheeks puffed out and contrasting with the blood-red shaft, her mouth so tightly sucking him that her lip-flesh pulled out grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned into almost completely disappearance as she lunged downward again and he levered up to meet her bobbing thrust.
He's going to cum in her mouth, Vicki thought numbly. He's going to fill her mouth with his seed, strangle her on it, drown her in his hot semen… The thought was perversely exciting, and down between her legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her fluids in ever-increasing amounts as she watched Christy Kaye suck and lick her husband's cock. Behind her, Eric Kaye was massaging her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the bare flesh with his long, sure fingers, pulling the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart to reveal the salaciously enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Vicki's slender well-tapered legs. Then he brought one hand around to manipulate one of her breasts, fingers roiling and teasing the rigid bud at its peak; his other hand dipped into the soft, hairlined slit, middle ringer extended and teasing, down and under along the incredibly soft cunt of the young bereaved wife. He found her clitoris, rigid and tingling, and began to tease it with the tip of his finger; Vicki mewled with unwanted delight at the electric flashes his probings were sending through her every fiber.
At that moment, she felt his one hand leave her breast and, a second later, heard the unmistakable whisper of a zipper being drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing her legs around his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Eric pressed forward again, and Vicki felt the hard, rubbery tip of his erect penis rub along the velvety surface of her buttock cheeks, dip into the moist crevice and down toward where his finger was sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
He's going to do it to me with his big, hard penis, she thought. He's going to do to me what I vowed no other man but my husband would ever do to me… I'm about to commit adultery, no better than a common whore, no better than Christy Kaye in there with my husband… but for the first time in my life, it doesn't seem to matter, and I know why it doesn't… everything I've ever believed in has been destroyed tonight, my whole world destroyed, and so I might as well sink to the depths of these other degenerates, to the depths to which my husband has sunk…
Eric worked the blood-engorged knob of his long, purple-veined cock up and down in Vicki's moist, soft cunt with increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good! he told himself. It was going to be one of the best fucks he'd ever had, he could sense it, feel it in the marrow of his bones. His balls felt as if they contained lead weights, and his cock throbbed and jerked with the need to fuck her. He was going to get his nuts after about ten strokes, he was so Goddamned excited! But what the hell… this wasn't going to be the last time he would screw Mrs. Vicki Young; no sir, not the last time at all…
"I'm going to fuck you now, Vicki," he whispered. "I'm going to put my hard cock in your cunt and fuck you until you scream!"
"Yes, Eric!" Vicki heard herself agree in a half whisper. "Fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Reach behind you and take my cock in your hand," he commanded. "Put it in, Vicki. Put my cock in your cunt!"
Groaning with the billows of fire that were racing through her bloodstream, Vicki obeyed the order, reaching behind her to grasp the fleshy, lubricated-slick head of Eric's huge cock. God it was so big! Could I take it all? Yes… yes, I can take it; I have to take it! Vicki splayed her legs wider apart, bracing herself against the doorway with her eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple in the bathtub, and guided Eric's thick cock to her cuntal orifice, placing it there at the door of her secret, innermost recesses as if it was some pagan offering to a heathen God. She eased the thick head inside, reveling in the delicious sensations which were reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.
"Fuck me, Eric!" she pleaded. "Hurry, hurry, hurryyyyy!"
"Yes, fuck you," Kaye murmured, and he couldn't control himself any longer. He levered forward with all the power in his hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust-hardened cock tearing along the warm, wet, yielding walls of her vagina like some terribly destructive machine created to wreak havoc by a madman. The fleshy head slammed against her cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting ass-cheeks, and his balls bounced resoundingly against her wet pubic mound below.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh! Oh God, Eric… you're so biggggg!" Vicki grunted as he withdrew slightly and levered forward again.
Kaye's hands came around to cup and knead her breasts, his breath hot and ragged on the back of her neck. He couldn't control himself now… there weren't going to be any preliminaries, any slow and easy build-up. He was just going to fuck her, fuck her as if they were two rutting beasts, fuck her the way he wanted to fuck, the way he knew instinctively that she wanted to fuck! He began to saw into her, back and forth, withdrawing his long hard shaft almost all the way out, and then lunging forward again to bring groans of tormented pleasure bubbling from Vicki's lips.
"Do you like it?" he hissed. "Do you like my cock in your belly?"
"Yes! Oh yes, I love it in me, Eric! It's so big, so good in my belly…"
"I'm going to fill you up with cum, Vicki!" he moaned, sawing faster and faster into her wet, butter-soft cuntal passage. "I'm going to fill you up!"
"Yes, yes, fill me up, Eric, fill me!"
It feels good inside me, it really does, she thought in her liquor-fogged, passion-fogged brain. This forbidden, illicit penis violating my secret womanhood feels so good, so wonderful… I'm a slut, but it feels so fantastically good… and look at Kirk in there, took at his face, the way he's twisting and jerking. He's going to cum any second now, and… yes, God yes, so am I and so is Eric!
She watched Christy Kaye's mouth work harder and faster on Kirk's cock in the swirling water of the bathtub, work with incredible speed until her silver-blonde head seemed to be a blur of motion. Kirk was levered up almost out of the water now, driving his loins into her face, thrusting her flailing head down on his hardened tool to bend it from side to side with her insatiable lips and tongue. Her hand kneaded and caressed his balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly Vicki saw her husband's mouth fly open as he drove upward maniacally. A strangled scream that reached even her ears tore from his throat.
"I'm cuuummiiimnnggggg!" he howled, and Christy pulled her head back so that only the head of his cock was between her lips, churning her mouth and tips crazily as the first molten jet of his cum burst into her mouth from his overflowing scrotum. Christy's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she milked his erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from choking as he flooded his warm white sperm deep into her mouth.
Vicki saw her husband's cum dribbling out around Christy's wildly sucking mouth, rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin to commingle with the soapy water, and the sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She buffeted back against Eric's thick pistoning cock like some barnyard beast, her hips churning against his loins, reveling in the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her pussy hair and the wet sucking noises of his hotly pulsating cock as it sawed into her convulsing young cunt. Her entire being was filled with her beginning orgasm, and her wildly exalting body trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the doctor's invading shaft.
"Eric, Eric, Eric!" she wailed mindlessly. "Eric, I'm going… going… going to climax… Eric I'm there, I'm there… OOOHHHHhhhhh!"
"Me toooooo!" he groaned behind her, unable to control the spinning heat in his balls. With one final, almost sadistic lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a great, burning surge of churning white semen far, far up into her wildly quivering womb. He was moaning in orgiastic rapture, filling her belly with his sperm, inundating her with it. Vicki's pussy flowered open around Eric's wildly spasming cock, and her juices exploded to mingle with his deep inside her still contracting belly.
She had never known an orgasm like this in her life!
It was as if she had been transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on soft, gentle wings. She knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and expanding as if with an injection of some hallucinogenic drug as her employer's cock gave one final jerking spurt of cum and then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went limp. Finally it slipped from her sperm-flooded passage with a soft, obscene popping sound, trailing sticky strands of cobwebby semen from saturated cuntal slit.
Vicki slumped forward onto her knees on the carpet and emitted a long blissful sigh of satiation as she saw Christy collapse across her husband Kirk in the bathtub and kiss him passionately on the mouth with his cum still painting the blonde's lips and chin. Vicki was almost comatose in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm, and she only vaguely felt Eric's strong arms lift her up and carry her across the room to place her gently between cool, clean sheets on the wide double bed.
She slept.