Chapter 8
Rick led Jeff to his den, a room off the living room that was pine-paneled and had tennis trophies on the mantel and a few big game trophies on the walls. Jeff followed munching on the hashish candy. If he hadn't been so drugged, he would have complained loud and long about leaving the women alone just when it seemed something was going to happen.
Rick turned on a TV set and sat in his chair behind the desk, waiting for the set to warm. Jeff sprawled in a big leather chair and grunted.
"What's the matter?" Rick asked over his shoulder as he lit a cigarette.
"Matter?" Jeff was sullen. "Here we are watching TV while they're alone together."
"Watch," Rick said, leveling a finger at the screen that was beginning to glow. An image came into sharp focus and Jeff looked, prepared to be bored, then sat up. What he saw was the bar and a shot of the couch with Anne sitting there and Carol joining her, putting her arm around her and squeezing her hand. "Closed circuit TV. I set it up when I was behind the bar. The camera is concealed behind the bar among the bottles."
"Huh? Does Carol know?"
Rick swung around in his chair to give Jeff a disgusted look. "Of course she does. We told you this whole thing was planned out."
"Rick, I'm worried."
"About what?"
"Supposing it doesn't come off?"
"It will. Quit being an old lady."
"I can't help it. You don't know Anne."
"Oh, yes, I do," Rick said with a hard laugh, swinging back to the screen and letting out a cloud of smoke. "You don't know her. You've been so involved with her you can't think straight. That is one hot momma. All she needs is the right tutoring and she'll be climbing the walls. Look at them. Ha! Go to it, Carol!"
They watched in silence as Carol got up, moved out of camera range, then came back into view, talking to Anne who reacted slowly, her eyes shining and unfocussed. Carol was animated and quickly stripped off her dress.
"It's dark in there," Jeff said, lowering his voice as if they could hear. "How come we can see so well?" "A special lens. One of the fringe benefits of working in TV. Watch."
They watched as Carol stripped down to her panties and bra and Jeff felt his prick leaping to life in his pants. Damn, she had a wild figure, and that little black G-string only made her all the more alluring. Because of the camera position, she was standing with her back to the camera, and Jeff feasted on the bare cheeks of her buttocks, admiring the way the black material seemed to cling to her flesh and burrow into the deep crack of her buttocks.
Now she was kneeling in front of Anne and helping her undress. Jeff sat forward in his seat, his knuckles white as he watched his wife undress and stand up facing the camera clad in only her underwear and look down at Carol in front of her. She was moving as if she were under water and had no will of her own. She stood there, an absentminded little smile on her face as Carol ran her hands lightly over her legs. "Here it comes. Trouble," he ground out between his teeth.
"What do you mean?" Rick said out of the corner of his mouth.
"I mean trouble. Anne isn't queer."
Rick blew out a cloud of smoke and shook his head in a kind of disgusted resignation. "It strikes me that you're the one who is troubled and queer. Listen." He spun around. "Women are sexual creatures. Put them in the right mood and environment, they'd fuck a snake. Anne is a very sexual woman and it's no credit to you that you don't realize it. After tonight, the floodgates will be open. We're going to break her down tonight, commit her so far she can't turn back, break down her inhibitions to the point where she'll let loose. In fact, although she doesn't know it, she's already past the point of no return. Now shut up and watch."
Anne was standing up and, even as they talked, Jeff could see Carol running her hands over his wife's legs and his wife smiling down at her. Then, as he held his breath, Carol reached out and started pulling down her panties and Anne actually lifted her arms away from her body in a kind of passive permission. Rick put his feet up on a corner of the desk and leaned back in his chair. "Yes, sir, I'm really going to enjoy fucking your wife. Some figure. Some hot little body."
Anne stood looking down, at her own naked crotch, at her soft pubic hair, at Carol's hands on her hips and finally at Carol's face. Her eyes were half closed and her expression serious, intent. It seemed as if she were leaning near to her, coming closer with each second. Again her hands slid up and down her thighs. "You have a very lovely body, Anne. Why do you hide it? God, if I had your figure, I'd flaunt it."
Slowly Carol got to her feet, standing close to Anne, the taller of the two. She smiled slowly and said, "I bet you've got lovely breasts. May I see them?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached her arms around Anne, standing very close so that their bras almost touched as she unsnapped the hooks. Instantly, Anne's breasts seemed to swell and leap free as the bra came loose and Carol took it off her shoulders.
There was a sharp intake of breath on Carol's part and her eyes were glittering as she took in the heavy yet firm naked breasts with their pointed nipples that were growing taut under her greedy gaze. "God, Anne, what a magnificent figure. Turn around, let me look at you."
Obediently, Anne turned slowly around, showing Carol every inch of her body. Carol laughed and backed off, shaking her head. "We'd better watch the picture. If I was a man, I'd be all over you."
Anne felt herself pleased and excited by the words of praise. It was a new and exciting thing to have another woman admire her body in such a sensuous but honest way. It was a new thing to her to be naked in the presence of another woman. My God, she thought, looking down at herself, I am naked! How did this happen? She looked at Carol, who had that strange expression on her face again. "Have we gone too far?" she asked in a vague foggy way.
Carol laughed and shook her head. "Just comfortable. Don't you feel better?"
"Yes," she laughed. "And you have a great figure yourself."
"Thank you, but I work at it. Exercise and saunas and a massage every other day." Her voice dropped to a sexy low level. "Ever have a massage?"
Again Anne flushed and shook her head. "Lord, no!"
"You must!" Carol insisted. "I have this Swede who makes house calls. A big muscular guy. Oh, don't worry, it's all on the up-and-up. Believe me, he charges enough. And, believe me, what he does to you is just within the letter of the law! One massage from him and I can't wait for Rick to get home."
The two women looked at each other and giggled.
"The next time I have him over, maybe you could come and we could have a massage together. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"It would," Anne agreed.
Carol went back to the projector in long showgirl strides, her breasts bouncing with each step. There was a metallic click and the machine came to life again, the film clicking and humming through the sprockets. Then Carol was back at Anne's side, and they sat down on the couch close together, holding hands, their hips and bare thighs touching.
Up on the screen, the girl was kneeling over the man, running his stiff prick up and down the length of her cunt. Then, holding the cock in place, she slowly began to lower her body, sinking down on the cock as the head spread her cunt wide, the hairy, fluted edges of her vaginal lips spreading and closing over the thick mushroom head. The dark intense girl began undulating her body up and down as the camera moved in for a close-up of the action, and the two women watched in silence, their breathing heavy as the oiled and gleaming prick ran in and out of the girl's cunt and her whole body slowly gyrated and rippled.
Anne slowly became aware of Carol's hands on her own body, skimming over her thighs and stomach. She couldn't move as she felt her body begin to throb with an unholy desire. This was all wrong, yet she didn't seem to care that it was all wrong. All she cared about was the increasingly wild feeling in her body.
She gasped when she felt Carol's hands gently cup her huge breasts and fondle them while her thumbs gently rubbed her nipples and sent spasms of crude, lewd pleasure through her body.
She tore her gaze from the screen and looked into Carol's face in a stupor. "Should we be doing this?" she asked weakly.
Carol's face was right next to hers and she could feel her hot breath on her cheek and her expression was wild and wanton. Carol hadn't been watching the film. "I can't take my eyes off your body," she whispered. "Let me be good to you."
Off in the den, Jeff was on his feet, the blood racing through his veins as his heart pounded like a trip-hammer and he saw Anne, his wife, naked, close her eyes and let her head fall back on the couch as Carol continued to fondle her breasts. Rick was sitting up, too, manipulating some dials on a console on the desk. With the aid of a zoom lens, they saw a close-up of the two women's faces. "Won't be long now," he said in a low, excited voice.
Jeff watched, unbelieving, his mouth open, as Carol leaned toward his wife and kissed her full on the lips with an open mouth. Their lips parted slowly, completely relaxed, sticking together in a sensuous way, and he saw Carol's tongue snake out and lick into his wife's mouth and saw Anne open her mouth and sink back on the couch in lewd surrender.
Back in the bar, Carol was gradually forcing Anne down, twirling her tongue in Anne's mouth and feeling the electrifying response of Anne's tongue coming alive.
Anne was sinking on the couch, moaning with delight, falling over on her side and onto her back. Carol's mouth and tongue pulled away from her mouth and licked her chin, then her long graceful throat. Her teeth nibbled at her shoulder, then her tongue left a wet trail on down to her breast. Anne felt her body trembling with an insane desire and she moaned out loud as the tip of Carol's tongue flicked over one distended nipple.
Then Carol's hands were all over her body and she was on top of Anne, her hot wet mouth closing over the nipple and sucking hard. Anne moaned with delight and thrust her pelvis up.
One of Carol's hands slipped down to cup itself over her crotch as her teeth bit the nipple in such a sensuous way. Slowly, as her hand fondled her crotch, Carol let her mouth drift to the other breast, and Anne put her arms around Carol's neck and groaned delightedly, looking down to see her lips sucking greedily at her other nipple. "Oh," she said in a breathy voice. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh!" she echoed in a long sigh.
Carol stopped long enough to lie on top of her, her weight gentle and exciting, her hand still fondling her crotch with her fingers wedging their way into the wet slit of her cunt. Carol put her mouth next to Anne's ear and whispered, "Do you like that?"
Without hesitation, as if in a dream, her eyes closed, Anne hissed, "Yessssss!"
"Want me to please you some more? I want to. You have such a lovely body."
"Yesssss! Oh, yes! You can do anything you want!"
Carol took her hand away from her crotch and sat up long enough to take off her bra and slip off her bikini panties, and Anne opened her eyes to see all of her naked loveliness. There was something so lewd and bold in the way she moved. She too was excited, and her hips were pumping back and forth. Her eyes turned to the screen. The dark girl was now flat on top of the man, his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt and her widespread buttocks were twitching and her groin was grinding down on the cock. Anne's head was swimming. There was so much going on and all of it obscene and exciting. How could she ever let Jeff know she'd done such things?
Before she had a chance to think at all, Carol was on top of her again and she felt the long naked length of her body and her hot soft flesh on hers. Their breasts met and ballooned together and she could feel the pubic hair of Carol's groin mixing with her own. Their mouths locked together in a pagan kiss and Carol's legs were pushing hers apart.
She let Carol wedge her legs between hers, parting her own willingly, letting them spread as wide as possible, finally letting one leg fall onto the floor while she swung the other one up over the back of the couch.
She felt loose and abandoned. She felt like a prostitute, a whore. Worse than that, she felt like a completely amoral creature capable of keeping up this kind of obscene pleasure and torment all night long. She held her breath as her legs split wide and she could feel her cunt open and throbbing. Then she tensed as she felt Carol's pubic hair rubbing up and down over her open cunt, thrilling her as the hair tickled and tingled and grew wet from her excitement. Carol bore down, pumping her hips, rubbing over her clitoris, and Anne opened her mouth and let out a long low sigh and moan.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she rubbed back and forth, supporting herself over Anne's spread-eagled body by her arms, their breasts touching with Carol's nipples skimming back and forth, driving Anne toward ecstasy. Anne had never felt this way before in her whole life. It was so good! It was too good and she could no longer control her actions and her hips thrust up and she bent her knees to spread her cunt wider and get more of a thrill.
That itching had now become a burning desire and she pumped her hips lewdly, wildly, calling to Carol in what seemed another voice. "Oh, I like that! Don't stop! Do it! I love it! I love it! Do anything you want!"
"You want more, do you?" Carol's chuckle and voice were low and there was something menacing and thrilling in the husky way she spoke.
"Yessss, oh, yesssss!"
Carol's weight was suddenly gone, and Anne opened her eyes with a little cry of disappointment and raised her head to look and see Carol crouched between her widespread legs, her breasts ballooning and her face just above Anne's exposed cunt. A quick glance at the screen showed her the black and white figures sprawled naked on the bed now with the man on top of the intense girl whose body was writhing as his cock glided between her legs and disappeared into her cunt and the two locked arms and moved in obscene motion together.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!" Anne let out a full-throated cry as she felt Carol's tongue lick over her clitoris like a red-hot velvet poker. The spasms of pleasure that shot through her body were searing and sweet. She pulled her knees back still farther as her hands shot down, forcing her huge breasts together as her fingers tangled in Carol's thick red hair and she pulled her mouth down onto her cunt.
Carol responded by darting her tongue into the slick recesses of Anne's cunt, and Anne moaned with delight and pumped her hips lasciviously, wildly, not caring what she did so long as that maddening tongue darted in and out of her pulsating cunt.
She was sweating now, her head thrown back, her mouth open and wild animal sounds coming from her throat as her entire supple body writhed and undulated and Carol's tongue darted in and out and licked at the lips of her cunt. It was almost as if she could feel the cum gathering in her loins like thick hot lava. She wanted to build this fantastic feeling to the point where she exploded and came in a hot beautiful orgasm, over and over again.
A remote part of her mind heard the door unlock and, through her half-open eyes, she saw figures gather around the couch. Her drug-blurred vision couldn't see who they were. She knew they must be men. It must be Jeff! She didn't carelet him watch, let the whole world watch!
Then Carol was gone, torn from her grasp, and she looked to see her lovely seductress being pulled to the floor and someone getting on top of her. Then she felt a heavy body on top of her, a naked body, and she grasped it with a greedy animal sound in her throat and she murmured, "Jeff! Do it, do it!"
A low hard chuckle made her open her eyes wide. Above her, on top of her, was the cruel face of Rick Johnson!