Chapter 4

The days were becoming a blur to Jerry Bronson, everything around him was beginning to fade into the background, all he could think about was the possibility of slipping across the lawn of the hotel, through the mango bushes to the papaya tree that shaded Tina Renaldi's bedroom.

Jerry Bronson realized that his wife, Eva was not having a good vacation but there was little he could do about it. She had held her body out on his for so long that now, with the possibility of at least seeing some good fucking, it was all he could do to be civil to her. When, however, she requested that he play a little golf with her that afternoon, he agreed readily. That was the least he could do, after all it was supposed to be their vacation and opportunity to pull their marriage together-although neither had actually said it, they both knew it was fading fast!

They were almost at the sixth hole when an attractive, older man made his way over to the tree. "Mr. and Mrs. Bronson, I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Professor Henry Rockwell-I understand you work on the Los Angeles Times. I've several friends on the paper, Tim Jackson, Barry Helmsworth, Andy Ryan, to name a few."

"Pleased to meet you Professor," Eva Bronson said sweetly, her upbringing shining through as she made the Professor feel immediate comfortable. "Are you staying at the Beverly Hotel, too?"

"Well, yes and no, you see I'm an old friend of the Hotel owner, Mrs. Renaldi, I'm staying at her cabana."

At that moment Jerry coughed so violently that he thought he was going to choke, the mere mention of Tina's name was enough to send him into hysterics.

"Are you alright, Jerry?" Eva asked quickly.

"Fine ... just fine dear, got something stuck in my throat."

Professor Rockwell grinned inwardly to himself, that's nothing to what he'd like to have stuck in his throat he thought to himself. He had gotten a good look at Jerry Bronson the night he saw him masturbating in the papaya bushes, the following day he had made enquiries about him in the hotel. Through various sources he had found out that Jerry worked on the Los Angeles Times, was married to a rich woman, etc. etc. and was obviously very frustrated.

As Professor Rockwell looked at Eva Bronson for the first time in months he felt a surge of sexual energy. What a beautiful woman, he mused, now I bet under that ice-berg exterior there beats a hot little heart. Obviously Jerry Bronson doesn't know how to tap it or else he would have done so before this. What she needs is a little orgy to get her going. Ummmmm ... Tina's just the woman to provide her with the space to do that, too. Now I wonder how I can get to her ... I'll have to really think this one out! Tina would really like to get Bronson into the house, peeping toms always appeal to her, maybe we could work something out between the two of us, just maybe!

Jerry could hardly wait, once again, for his wife to fall asleep. He had been cheated of a peep show the previous evening and he was frothing at the mouth at the prospect of seeing one tonight.

He kissed his wife and climbed into his bed, feeling a slight disappointment from her that he hadn't made any overtures of love towards her. He had noticed the past couple of days that Eva had been looking at him differently, almost longingly. He supposed she might be wondering why they hadn't made love, after all this was supposed to be their vacation together ... he just wasn't interested. Too often he had been put off by her and now he didn't seem to care one way or the other. It was more fun for him to watch through Tina Renaldi's window and to masturbate than to try to worm his hungry cock up into Eva's tight little vagina....

Jerry closed his eyes and feigned sleep, waiting cautiously for Eva's breathing to deepen. As soon as she was asleep once again he slipped to the balcony. Wow! Great! the lights were on, Damn! the drapes appeared to be closed though ... what should he do? Then Jerry thought he could see a thin stream of light filtering through the middle portion of the drapes ... perhaps I can see something after all-I've got to try, I've just got to, the desperate man thought wildly to himself, throwing on his pants and shirt and jacket. Throwing one last look at Eva to make sure she was sleeping, he left the room. Strolled casually down the stairs, through the foyer, which was still quite alive with energy, through the mango bushes, across the lawn to the papaya tree.

God! What luck, not only could he see through the middle portion of the curtain where it wasn't quite drawn but the window was open too, he could hear perfectly well what was being said in the room.

Jerry got to his hands and knees and crept to the window. He was beautifully positioned, just how beautifully he wasn't to know until much later. Professor Rockwell had arranged everything, including a movie camera with telephoto infrared lens, which he was now operating a hundred feet off in the garden. Jerry looked nervously around to see if he was being watched-no-one was in sight ... god, he had a great view tonight.

Tina Renaldi and Professor Rockwell had sort of become well known on the island for helping couples through their sexual hang-ups. It was well known that they had orgies, attended by some of the most influential people on the island, including the Inspector of Police. Often though, quite ordinary couples would come to Tina, and sometimes just one member would come, telling her of their problems making love, asking her to help them. Tina Renaldi never turned anyone away, to her way of thinking sexual release was one of the most important aspects in a human being's life, she felt that if a couple had sexual fulfillment together the rest of their relationship had a much better chance of working in this crazy, chaotic world. She had never intended to do this kind of work, it had just happened to her over the years-fucking had always been her favorite past-time, she had never had any hang-ups or problems and had been having multiple orgasms since she was a young girl. She had always thought all women had such experiences, but life had taught her otherwise, as she grew up she discovered that it was a rarity rather than a normality.

A young husband and wife, Ira and Faith had come to her the previous day and begged her to let them experience a group sex session with her. She was more than willing to help them and told them to return the following day.

Knowing full well that young Jerry Bronson would probably be back the following evening, Professor Rockwell had told the couple that they were to make love with the fact in mind that someone was watching them, someone would watch them make love and they would have to break through that barrier.

Faith was embarrassed as she sat on the edge of the bed and giggled a little but she was determined to go through with it, she loved her husband Ira so much she couldn't bear to face the fact that their marriage was a failure because they didn't make it together in bed very well.

Jerry could hear the girl giggling inside the bedroom and wondered what was going on, nevertheless his cock began to pound in his pants as he watched the man called Ira begin to unzip Faith's dress.

Slowly, methodically he helped Faith out of her dress. Jerry couldn't help but gasp as the dress slipped over her head, revealing long tapered legs and firm thighs. The young wife had flaming red hair and was now'clothed only in a sexy black garter belt, flimsy brassiere and nylon stockings. She looks just like a French whore, Jerry could hardly stand it.

Jerry could tell that she was shy because of the way she kept giggling and hiding her face but now she was helping her husband undress. This couple is different from the couple the other night, Jerry thought to himself, they're really shy.

He saw Ira help Faith to her feet and she stood naked, her curvaceous charms exposed and exciting, her buttocks firm and delightful as she raised her arms and her husband had unsnapped her bra and it fell, her breasts leaping free and quivering.

Jerry crouched, his cock already hard and throbbing as he watched the two look at one another. Their grins were secretly lewd. If he only knew how they felt at that moment, that they were both contemplating the lewd, lust-inciting things they would do to one another with him watching and that the thought swept through them like flood, he would have been more excited.

Faith helped Ira out of his shorts and stood looking at him as she watched his penis swell in size. She could not take her eyes from it. As Jerry watched, the expression on her face turned to one of utter depravity and she slowly sunk to her knees in front of her husband and took his cock in her two hands and slowly, lewdly, she pressed the smooth rubbery head all over her face as Jerry watched. Then, she ran the bulging head all over her neck and then her breasts.

Jerry was fingering his own cock as he watched her squeeze the man's cock between her firm young breasts, her hands taking, cupping, her breasts, holding the thick red cock in place with only the head showing from between the thick cleavage of Faith's breasts.

Faith's mind was full of impressions. She was naked with her husband now. But a complete stranger was also watching her naked body. And she felt lewd. There were things she wanted to do, things she wanted to feel that up until now she had felt were wicked and wrong. Professor Rockwell had changed all that, and Tina too. They had urged, compelled, pleaded and argued with them to give into their secret desires, that a person could never really know what sin was really like unless they really sinned. You don't need a sex therapist, they had told her, you just need to dare to be yourself.

And sin Faith was, with a stranger watching her. Someone would watch them do the most secret and lewd things to each other they had ever done. And Faith was determined to be lewd. For once, she thought, I can play the part of a whore without anyone getting hurt. She cuddled her husband's cock tighter between her breasts and swayed back and forth, smiling down at it. She was going to give him more than he ever had before so that he would like the experience, so that he would want to do it again and again. Then, perhaps with another couple on the same bed. Faith's mind swam with the exciting possibilities and her saliva-moistened tongue licked out and tickled across the head of Ira's rampant cock.

He let out a groan as his body twitched with pleasure as his wife's tongue tickled back and forth, the tip just touching the end of his swelling cock. "You little bitch," he hissed down at the top of her head, his legs trembling.

"Where did you learn that?"

Faith didn't answer. She bent her head still more and let the flat of her wet tongue across the head of his cock. Ira groaned again and his wife looked up. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I mean, somebody watching me lick you this way?"

"Yes!"

"You like it?"

"I love it! Do that some more!"

Jerry outside wondered what they were talking about, who was watching them. Obviously someone else was in the room but the drapes were hiding them from his view. Jerry fumbled for his own cock and began stroking it back and forth in wild abandon as he watched the girl inside bow her head and lick the cock captured between her soft ample breasts and let her tongue swirl and tease around the head.

The man let his fingers entangle in her flaming red hair but from Jerry's angle of vision, he could see clearly as the girl's lips puckered, then her ruby mouth ovaled and she pressed her head forward and her warm wet lips closed over the man's throbbing cock and she began to gently nibble and suck.

Outside, Jerry barely had time to kick his pants off before he came, spurting against the side of the house and moaning inwardly to himself as his eyelids flickered.

Ira, inside, was thrilled by someone watching his wife with her ovaled lips locked tightly around his hardened cock. Suppose it was a woman? So much the better. If it was a man, that was all right too. That poor devil was going to see him fuck his young wife, Faith, half to death.

She was acting like a whore, like she never had before, even on their wedding night. Very well. He would treat her like a whore. He knew what she wanted. He knew why she wanted to join Tina Renaldi and Professor Rockwell's group. He knew the whole story. Underneath her shy exterior Faith had hot pants. Faith wanted a good fucking. Faith loved being ashamed and humiliated. He knew that. She had asked him to treat her roughly, to say lewd and debasing things to her and he had been unable to do so but now realized that he was going to have to do those things ... it was what she wanted, he loved her, he didn't want to lose her. He would have to break through his strict Catholic upbringing and give her what she wanted and with Tina Renaldi to advise them, they couldn't go wrong!

What Jerry witnessed next excited him so much he got to his knees and pressed his face against the glass, his rapidly swelling cock in his hand.

Inside, the man suddenly seized the woman, literally picked her up with a superhuman effort, and threw her on the bed where she sprawled with her legs wide apart, her hair fringed pelvis mound jutting and the pink glistening slit of her cunt facing Jerry's way. The man threw himself on top of her with a snarl and ferocity that even Jerry could feel himself.

With his eyes half-closed, Jerry watched as the man began fucking ferociously between the girl's widespread legs, holding her buttocks up tight, crushing her, as he fucked her with all his might, the two of them bouncing across the bed until they crashed to the floor with such a thump and crash, it must have been heard throughout the house.

Jerry watched as the man never let up but rather seemed to redouble his efforts, fucking the girl across the floor and into a comer then fucking harder, lifting her buttocks off the floor, pressing and pounding harder until he was on his knees with her legs wrapped around him, fucking her unmercifully with only her head and the nape of her neck on the floor, banged into the corner.

Faith was buffeted and crashed around until she saw stars. She didn't know where she was nor could she see what was happening. All she could feel was intense pain and bliss and the bliss was overruling the pain with each brutal, piston-like thrust of her husband's rampaging cock. He was cumming already, stretching the limits of his wife's cunt and pouring the white hot cream deep up into her excited belly. Then, Faith came too with wild, animal-like shudders and garbled moans as Ira fucked on and on unmindful of her helpless grunts of climatic pleasure.

Outside, Jerry came again and they all sagged downward in their respective heaps. Faith and Ira's was the more interesting as they climbed on the bed and lay, catching their breath. Soon, Ira's hand was caressing her thigh, working its way again toward the softness of her pubic hair.

In no time, as Jerry sat on the ground and watched, the man had the woman's legs spread wide and was playing with her cunt, caressing it and spreading its wet, sperm covered lips, revealing in all its nakedness her pink glistening cuntal mouth. Now he was licking it and now his head was buried deep between her open thighs as his tongue darted home in her cunt and wormed teasingly around as the woman bent her knees and submissively drew her legs back so that the man might get his tongue deeper into her hot lewd cunt.

Faith moaned with delight on the bed, beginning to grind her buttocks around. Her first orgasm with a stranger watching had been as Professor Rockwell said: mighty. And the Professor promised more to come. She had never, not even when she was a virgin, been so excited before. This feeling of lewdness was sublime. She closed her eyes and undulated her buttocks around as much for the stranger as Ira, as her husband reached under her with his hands and his finger toyed with the hitherto forbidden entrance to her back passage. Her tight, puckered anus. Faith felt a lascivious thrill course through her body. She wished for a long night.

It was. Outside Jerry was getting tired. The warm breeze from the ocean was beginning to get a little chilly. Already most of the lights in the hotel seemed to be out and he knew that it must be at least two o'clock in the morning. It seemed to him as if the couple inside the house were possessed. They fucked then rested to make love again. And they were lewd, they were indescribably lewd and Jerry knew that soon they would be inviting others, of both sexes, into their bed.

Jerry Bronson had never experienced anything like this kind of perversion before. He wanted to fuck Tina Renaldi so badly now that he could almost taste it. How was he going to make the break from outside the house to inside the house ... would it be possible? Was there some way he could get an introduction to Mrs. Renaldi through Professor Rockwell. He knew that the Professor really fancied Eva, that was obvious to him, he had even called her up to invite her to play golf. She had readily accepted the invitation being rather, tired of Jerry's attitude to her. After all, I'm on a vacation darling, she had told him when he had pulled a face at the fact that she was going to play golf with the Professor, you won't have fun with me, I've got to have fun with someone and the Professor is quite harmless.

Jerry Bronson wasn't quite so sure of that fact, if he was a friend of Tina Renaldi's then he wasn't such an innocent ... in fact he was probably in on the whole orgy scene. If he could melt Eva though, I'd consider him a superman, thought Jerry to himself.

The satiated young husband looked through the window now, the couple on the bed appeared to be resting, in fact they almost looked as if they "were sleeping. Things are probably over for the night, I'm tired anyway, Jerry grumbled to himself, might as well go back to the hotel and get some sleep.

Jerry was just about to leave when the young couple got up off the bed and draping their arms around their naked bodies they sauntered slowly out of the room. The young husband watched the girl's sexy buttocks undulating lasciviously and he had a tremendous urge to jump through the window and bite one of them.

He was now convinced that the show was over for the night, but not so, just as he was about to leave, three figures came into the room ... two men and a ... boy! Jerry almost moaned out loud and then tried hard to swallow as he looked closer and saw that it was really a young girl. She was slim and tall, obviously around sixteen with slim boyish hips and small, budding breasts. To heighten the illusion, she had her hair cut short and severe, like a boy's. She was sitting on the bed now naked, her hands behind her for support while one man knelt beside her and roughly fondled her breasts while the other man spread her legs and knelt between them and let his hands trail up her lovely legs and to the insides of her firm thighs to her cunt which he began to massage in a hungry manner.

Jerry could see that both of the men were excited, their pricks rising as they manhandled the unresisting girl who leaned further back, whining as their hands pinched her flesh, and let them do whatever they wanted.

Jerry jumped back as the door opened and two people, a man and a woman, fully clothed tiptoed into the room and sat down on a couch next to where he was watching, their eyes never leaving the trio on the bed.

The trio paid no attention to the intruders, but went about their business. Both men were wearing lewd, anticipatory smiles as one of them lowered his head and pinched the nipple of the young girl's breast between two fingers and sucked at the taut, exposed nipple. He bit and sucked both breasts, one after the other as the girl let her body fall back on the bed, her legs split wide and her knees bent. The man who had been massaging her cunt with his fingers, spreading the lips widely, pinching her clitoris and savagely probing his finger into her hot tight little cunt, suddenly stopped and grinned.

Jerry felt the blood rushing to his head as he saw the man crudely shove his hands under the girl's buttocks and dig his nails into her tender flesh as he lifted her hips clear of the bed and buried his open mouth into her moist spread cunt.

The two men grew increasingly rough with the girl, throwing and shoving her around the bed, licking, sucking, biting her body all over while their coarse hands seized her flesh and squeezed it.

Jerry had his rock-hard cock in his hand as he turned his head and saw the man and woman sitting on the couch in the bedroom, their mouths open, their eyes glazed as if they were drugged. They were a couple in their forties, good-looking, well dressed but obviously both Hawaiian. The man was probably a businessman who had made good in Honolulu, they had simply come to watch but then as Jerry turned his head from the bed again to the couch he saw the woman begin to undress, her large bosom heaving as she watched the trio on the bed.

The two men were getting rougher, almost pummeling the girl now, forcing her body to the near corner of the bed so that her head draped over one side and her legs over the other corner. With a laugh of sultry glee, one man leaped off the bed and knelt by the girl's head and took it, boyish haircut and all, in his hands and plunged his cock into her willing, sucking mouth. The other man spread her legs wide, scratching the girl's thighs as he did so, then shoved his cock into her cunt so hard the girl shuddered and grunted in momentary pain up around the cock in her mouth.

What followed was unbelievable to Jerry. Not the most depraved ruler in the ancient world ever saw a more licentious sight. The poor girl's backbone was bent as far as it could go while her head hung upside down on one side of the bed and a man was kneeling, holding her head tight while he fucked her in the mouth with all his might. The other man held the girl's slim buttocks in a vise-like embrace and fucked up between her wildly flailing legs with all his might. The girl's body seemed tattooed with scratches, welts, bruises and red spots as the men fucked her savagely, her body twisting and bucking, covered with sweat. And moving: undulating, oozing, sucking, with all her might.

The girl was loving it! The more savage and pagan it became, the more she loved it! And so did the Hawaiian's wife, next to him on the couch. She was naked now and slumped back in her seat. Although forty, her figure was still good. Her breasts were large and still held their shape, her belly and thighs full, almost too full, yet still enticing and lewd. Jerry looked at her face. Never had he seen such a depraved and hungry look on a human face. Lust was in her eyes, in her parted red lips and white teeth. She was slumped back on the couch, watching the trio, her eyes dreamy and half-closed, her fingers running over her breasts, her stomach, her naked thighs.

The men were like demons, fucking now as if the end of the world were five seconds away, fucking with a suicidal strength and frenzy and the man fucking the girl in the mouth groaned first and spurted white-hot cum deep into her already gulping throat, ballooning her cheeks then the other man groaned and gripped the girl's hips in his arms like he wanted to break her spine and came in great shuddering loads into the young girl's quivering and lust-inflamed cunt.

To Jerry's amazement, the two men slipped away from the girl, spent, leaving her still writhing like an unfulfilled tigress on the bed, wild, her face contorted with passion. She sprang to all fours at the same time the Hawaiian's wife got up from the couch.

Then, they were at each other, rolling, tossing, embracing on the bed with the boyish-looking girl ending up on top of the older woman, kissing her full on the mouth and grinding her hips hard between her open thighs. The Hawaiian woman spread her legs willingly and let-the young girl do what she wanted. And she was wild. She was almost hissing as she attacked the woman's body, rolling her over and roughly spreading the full rounded cheeks of her buttocks and darting her tongue over her anus and then cruelly plunging her finger up to the first joint. She was a whirlwind and Jerry could hear her growl as she sucked and bit the woman all over. Finally, she concentrated on the woman's cunt, spreading the lips of her vagina as wide as it would go while the older woman lay with her arms flung out, her mouth open, her eyes shut and her head thrashing slowly in ecstasy.

Then the girl jumped up and looked wildly around the room and saw a bag, sitting on the floor, next to one of the men who was lying on his side, watching. She snapped it open, kneeling next to it while looking back at the woman on the bed. Jerry gasped as he watched and saw that it was a dildo, an artificial penis! It was made of hardened rubber and looked startingly real! The girl made some hasty adjustments and stood in the middle of the room pouring baby oil over the phallus. It was huge! Bigger than anything Jerry had ever seen, bigger than was possible to get inside any woman!

Now the slim young girl was by the bed, pouring the remains of the oil over the body of the older woman who looked at the dildo in astonishment and dismay. The two men on the floor jumped to their knees and clamped her down on the bed. Jerry watched her mouth moving and heard her say, "No, it's too big, it's too big!" as the two men, holding her ankles drew her legs wide apart and the young girl knelt between them with a lewd triumphant smile. The girl moved forward on her knees guiding the monstrous head so that its huge bulbous head rested against the woman's widespread cunt. Gathering her weight, her lovely little buttocks tight and high above, the young girl slowly began to shove the dildo into the woman's cunt. It was so thick, it made the lips of her cunt look like two tight hair-lined rubber bands clenched tightly around the thick shaft as it sunk mercilessly home.

Jerry had his orgasm as he watched the two of them begin a rhythmic perverted fucking. And loving it!

He could hardly believe that he was cumming again and yet he knew it was true as his white hot semen gurgled from his anxiously working cock. Oh God! this was it ... this was it. To feel this kind of exhilaration night after night ... this was what he wanted. Now he was ready ... how was he going to get his piece of tail. He couldn't bear to peep any longer, he wanted the real thing but he wanted Tina Renaldi. He had to fuck her, he couldn't leave Hawaii before he had plunged his cock into her delicious pussy. He had to find a way, he just had to.

Perhaps Professor Rockwell was the answer, he was playing golf with his wife a lot these days, maybe he could meet Tina through him. He had to do it somehow, someway and he had to do it fast. He couldn't wait another day to fuck her ... he just couldn't!