Chapter 8
The nightclub was in the basement of a hotel overlooking the Bosphorus, not far from Taxim Square. The hillside was so steep that the entrance hall was on the top floor of the building and the elevators, having plunged past the restaurant floor and six stories of bedrooms, could still decant their passengers at street level on the opposite side of the hotel. Below it again, the onion-shaped dome of a minaret belonging to a mosque on the waterfront rose just above the balustrade marking the edge of the narrow cobbled roadway. Across the dark water, lights on the Asian side of the city cast long streamers of reflected radiance among the ripples washing outwards from ferryboats plying between the densely packed shipping thronging the channel. There were loudspeakers amplifying the voice of the muezzin calling the faithful to prayer from the minaret and until the band struck up an interminable selection of Turkish caz music, the dimly-lit alcoves of the underground club throbbed eerily with the recorded quarter-tones of his chant.
Joanna Grant relaxed against the soft cushions of the banquette and sighed. It had been a long day. They had seen the Blue Mosque and Santa Sophia; they had taken the ferry to Sariyer and marveled at the complexities of the wedding-cake villas standing in their groves of fig trees along the Sea of Mannara; they had toiled up and down the terraced slopes of the Seraglio ("That's where they shot that film, Topkapi," Maddon had said). But the most exhausting thing of all -- and the most incomprehensible -- had been the quarrel with Bob before they started.
It had been inexplicable. She had expected some difficulty carrying out the steward's blackmailing demands that she should once again come ashore without her husband -- but far from raising objections, Bob had seemed to be only too willing to let her go alone. In fact at one time she had thought he had been about to make some excuse to do the same thing himself! And then of course she had become suspicious . . . already shattered by the knowledge of his infidelity, shocked beyond measure by the revelation the previous night of her own depraved sensuality, she had leaped to the conclusion that he wanted her out of the way so that he could be free to indulge his own lustful passion for Harriet Bonner. Seeing her marriage plunging downhill to ruin, she had reacted too forcefully; there had been an exchange of bitter words, words had led to recriminations and recriminations to insults. Then finally Bob had rushed from the cabin and slammed the door and she had not seen him since. The discovery that Harriet was not in the party had made her more depressed still, and it had been a gloomy and dejected Joanna who had steadfastly refused to respond to the jocularities of Bonner and the steward throughout the long sightseeing day.
Now however, in the softly-lit luxury of the club, after delicious rice-filled dolmades wrapped in vine leaves followed by savory stuffed peppers served with a kebab of flaming sheep's kidneys in wine, she was beginning at last to unwind. Almost without thinking, she accepted a sweetish aromatic cigarette from Len and sipped a glass of pungent raid as she watched the lights dim in preparation for the floorshow.
There had been an air of suppressed excitement about the two men ever since they came in. Their eyes were glistening and their breathing was fast. Soon she was to know the reason why.
There was a clash of cymbals and the lights went out altogether. Into the blackness a single bright spot fingered a wandering beam that finally searched out the figure of a girl standing at one side of the tiny dance floor. She was tan and fleshy and dusky-skinned, and she wore nothing but a tiny sequined apron and two silver tassels gummed to the prune-dark nipples of her ripely swelling uptilted breasts.
As the band jangled into an up-tempo Turkish tune loud with the twanging of stringed instruments and the clashing of tambourines, she moved slowly to the middle of the floor and stood there motionless, her hands, palms together, raised above her darkly shining head. There was a patter of applause and a murmur of expectancy in the darkened room. Evidently the girl was a favorite with the clientele.
The tempo of the music increased . . . and slowly the girl's voluptuous body began to quiver. Her calves shuddered, tremors ran up and down the smooth swell of her thighs, the sequins trembled and glittered in the vivid light. Very slowly, the soft ripe swell of her belly began to rotate in half time to the rhythm -- and then the pectoral muscles above her breasts tensed and all at once the breasts themselves were moving . . . gyrating at twice the speed of the music as the silver tassels swung out and then began to whirl in shining arcs in the spotlight beam.
Faster and faster they spun as the tempo increased again, until they were flashing in glittering circles almost like airplane propellers. The applause broke out again as the girl abruptly halted the circular heaving of her left breast and then reversed its direction so that it was revolving in a contrary direction to the other. A moment later she repeated the process with the right one, and the tassels were spinning together again . . . and now it was the grinding of her belly that was arrested, only to restart in the opposite direction to the fleshy mounds above, heaving and pulsing between the bony hollows of her hips as the sequined apron threshed from side to side and the rest of her body remained absolutely immobile except for the shuddering quivers trembling through her flesh.
The band modulated into a different key and suddenly she ripped away the apron and glided, with the tassels still spinning, towards the tables around the floor. An excited murmur ran around the packed room. "What's she going to do now?" Joanna whispered to Alfred Maddon . . . surprised at herself that after all the degradations and indignities she had suffered at the hands of these two men she was still able to talk with them in a friendly fashion.
"You'll see, love!" the steward chortled. "Just watch the birdie now." And he pushed a silver coin to the edge of their table as the spotlight swung towards them and the dancer approached.
In the harsh brilliance of the light, Joanna could see every speck of the dark stubble shadowing the girl's nakedly shaven crotch above the muscular fleshy lips of her cunt as she undulated her hips lasciviously towards the table. There were tiny droplets of perspiration dewing the dark sin of her heaving belly as she flexed her knees and lowered her pussy over the shining coin. The cords on the inside of her thighs tensed, the muscles of her lower abdomen contracted . . . and when she whirled away to another burst of clapping the coin had disappeared, securely clasped within the prehensile lips of her cunt! "That's muscular control, that is!" Len Bonner laughed. "You could do with a spot of that yourself, baby . . . Hey! Look at the way she spins them tits!"
Obscurely excited by the oblique secularity of the act, Joanna drained her glass of raki and leaned back against the cushions. The fiery spirit was beginning to hit her now, and the potent fumes of the hashish she was unwittingly smoking were making her head swim and destroying her sense of time. There were other attractions after the belly dancer, but she could not clearly remember what order they came in or exactly what they did. There was a big-breasted black girl from Ethiopia who had simply stood in the center of the floor with a small-radius spot trained on her pelvis and contracted and expanded the fleshy lips of her shaven cunt against the purplish erectile bud of her clitoris until she had induced a teeth-flashing, eye-rolling, head-flailing orgasm in herself that had the audience applauding wildly. There had been a Danish blonde who had lain on a bed in the middle of the floor and fucked herself wildly with vibrators and rubber penises and even a trained snake until every lewdly trembling bulge of her voluptuous body had been shuddering with the force of her obscenely prolonged orgasms. There had been an Arab woman who circled the tables on all fours while the wetly throbbing black-skinned cock of an erotically stimulated donkey nudged in and out of her widely-splayed cunt from behind. And to all of them, shocked as she was at the beginning, blurred though her impressions were, Joanna found herself responding with undeniable twinges of secret forbidden excitement . . .
In a darkly shadowed alcove on the opposite side of the floor, completely unaware of his wife's presence in the club, Bob Grant had sat between Harriet and the freckled nurse, Nina Hammond, watching the lewd displays with increasing disbelief . . . and increasingly lustful arousal. Harriet's expert fingers had been tracing discreet arabesques on the material of his pants just over the tightly throbbing bulge at his crotch, sending delicious tingles of erotic excitement flickering through the loins, while the nurse's gentle grasp of his hand communicated, by an infinity of subtle pressures, a whole universe of sensuous joy that was entirely outside his experience. When Harriet suggested after the floorshow that there were even more intriguing things to see upstairs, therefore, be was in no mood to argue: Hell! Why should he worry? If Joanna had better things to do than accompany her husband ashore, why shouldn't he have himself a ball as well? A quantity of heavy red Hungarian wine with dinner, followed by several glasses of raki, had induced in the young man a sense of euphoria which chose completely to ignore the fact that be was in the club under duress! His anger and rage and frustration at the cheap trick with which the goddamn steward, Maddon, had blackmailed him into two-timing his wife were forgotten. He had two of the sexiest, most salacious bitches he had ever met on either side of him. Why In hell shouldn't he cash in? And fuck the goddamn consequences!
They went upstairs in a lift hidden behind the bandstand. The room they were showed into was small but luxurious: Persian rugs glowed softly on the floor and walls in the dim red lighting. There was a huge low divan covered in white bearskin -- and facing it one entire wall of minor glass.
An olive-skinned servant brought in a tray carrying a bottle of raki, three glasses and a sandalwood box containing long brown cigarettes with golden tips.
Harriet poured the drinks, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Bob. He took a puff, coughed slightly, and raised inquiring eyebrows at her. "What kind of tobacco's that?" he asked.
She grinned, placing two more in her mouth and lighting them too. "Specialty of the house," she said, handing one to Nina and taking a deep drag on the other herself. "Drink up and let's get comfortable for the show."
Yeah, what exactly is this show?" Bob demanded, inhaling a lungfull of smoke. It tasted sweetish and aromatic . . . and curiously it seemed to have an immediate and soothing effect on him. With each slow ingestion, the worries and indignations and tensions that had been besetting him all day receded further and further away. He took a long swig of the raki. Christ, he felt good!
Nina was smiling at him. "The show?" she repeated softly. "You'll see in a minute! Let's just say it's the kind of show you want to be comfortable for when you see it. "And she began shamelessly pulling her short-skirted silk dress over her tousled head. Harriet was already undressed, lying nakedly spread-eagled on the white bearskin, her voluptuous thighs parted to show the pinkly glistening vaginal slit gashing the hair-lined furrow at her loins.
Bob Grant stared lustfully at the ripely swelling contours of the brunette on the bed and then switched his gaze to the firm limbs and tautly bulged breasts of the girl beside him as they emerged from the cups and swathes of nylon and elastic and rubber in which they had been confined. Almost automatically he began to divest himself of his own clothing, his hardening cock swaying free and then jerking slowly rigid as he slid his shorts down his thighs.
When the three of them were completely naked, Harriet poured more raki into the glasses and reached for a panel at the head of the bed on which there were three buttons. She pressed the one in the center.
Bob sucked in his breath with surprise. The image in the mirror was slowly blurring, fading into obscurity. But the vanishing reflection of himself and the two nude women was being replaced by another gradually sharpening picture: that of a precisely similar room with the sole exception that the tableau on the bed was composed of different personnel! Evidently the glass was one of those two-way mirrors he had heard about . . . and now they were spying on the occupants of the adjoining room. As the thought came to him, the amplified gasps of a woman in the throes of passion were relayed through two speakers set high up in the corners of the wall beside the mirror.
But it was when the image focused sharply enough for him to recognize the protagonists that Bob really gasped aloud himself!
There was a girl lying on the bed in the other room, slumped down in a befuddled daze between two men who were stark naked. Her dress was pulled up to the top of her thighs and the flimsy whiteness of her bikini panties showed where softly curling strands of silken pubic hair sprouted damply from the tight elastic leg bands barring the way to her hidden pussy.
The men, with penises stiffly erect and faces red with drink, were Len Bonner and the steward, Alfred Maddon. The girl was his own wife Joanna!
He choked off a cry of rage as four soft hands pulled Him back on the bed and thrust another glass into his hand. His mouth gaping in disbelief, he watched Len Bonner kneel up on the bed and grab Joanna's legs, forcing them sharply apart to bring a whimper of protest from the girl's trembling lips and expose the deep cleft of her loins with the pale band of the panties disappearing up between the clenched cheeks of her buttocks. At the same time the steward leaned over to hook his fingers in the waistband of the frail garment and rip it away with a single sweep of his arm. An unheard cry of protest came tumbling from Joanna's lips as the moistly glistening flesh of her vaginal slit came into full view.
Bob stared at the obscene humiliation of his wife with mixed emotions. His hands clenched and unclenched by his naked sides as rage and anger and jealousy flamed through his veins . . . yet at the same time the effects of the drink and the hashish cigarette lent the event a curious kind of distance: it was almost as though it was happening to someone else, and anyway it was too far away to bother about. Besides which . . . he was ashamed to admit, even to himself . . . the sight was exciting him. Christ, how it was exciting him! He felt his cock expand to an iron-hand rigidity as two pairs of hands began to gently fondle it.
He began squirming his buttocks down against the warmly curling hairs of the bearskin as his burgeoning testicles were kneaded and cradled, the wetly throbbing shaft of his cock caressed, and the loose foreskin massaged expertly up and around the bulbous head with its moistly seeping tip. Gaping wordlessly at the indecently displayed image of his wife, lying there with her legs apart between two men, he thought that probably she was feeling more ashamed, more naked than she ever had in her life. She wasn't even trying to check the tears rolling down her cheeks. She was forced to lie there with her wet loins exposed to those two hulking drunks . . . but how in hell did she come to be there in the first place? And why was she lying like that if she didn't enjoy it? It was too much for his muddled brain to work out. Serve her damned well right, he thought hazily. If she hadn't been such a goddamn prude, she'd have known about things like this!
In the next room, Alfred Maddon was peering over between Joanna's legs where Len Bonner held them apart. He reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tightly closed furrow of her cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth damp lips beneath jerk slightly against the sudden contact. He pressed his finger into the glistening slit and the girl shuddered convulsively.
Bob could sense the tremors of excitement raging through his loins at the lewd spectacle before him. He hardly noticed the quickened breath of the two erotically aroused woman manipulating his cock and testicles, allowing himself to be rolled over on to his back as he craned his neck to keep his eyes glued on the obscene positioning of his wife's helpless body next door.
Nina straddled the young man's hips as she watched the four male hands working over the blonde girl's quivering thighs, and she guided the hardness of his hugely pulsating cock until she felt it nudging against the moistly parted lips of her own cunt. Then, without taking her eyes off Len and the steward on the other side of the mirror, she grasped the rigid rod of flesh and lowered her pelvis slowly until she felt the hotly throbbing head insinuate itself up between the ridges of tender flesh on either side of her pussy. Bob groaned suddenly and arched his hips off the bed to slide it with one easy stroke all the way up into her heaving cunt. Dropping her hips until she was sitting hard on his pelvis, the voluptuous nurse drew in her breath sharply as she felt the rubbery glans batter softly up against her cervix, buried as far up in her belly as it would go. Her mouth hung open and her eyes glazed as she began undulating against his loins to make the head grind tantalizingly against the hidden walls of her womb in a sweetly magical rhythm that brought low mewls of pleasure from deep within her throat.
Bob felt the pressure in his cock and balls mounting agonizingly as he stared panting at Joanna's body still held tightly by the two men on the far side of the two-way glass. And then suddenly the image was blotted out as Harriet Bonner in her turn straddled his head and lowered the wetly tangled hairs of her pussy to his mouth. He jerked and thrust his tongue far up into the darkly heated depths of her vagina . . . writhing in an ecstasy of erotic bliss between the two sets of wetly grinding female loins.
In the adjoining room, Len and Maddon had stripped off all Joanna's clothes now. She was completely naked and defenseless before the rummaging hands exploring her thighs and breasts and loins. Half drunk, half drugged, and indifferent to the degrading assault on her body, she allowed the steward to draw one of her legs up over his hips on one side and Len to do the same on the other, so that she was lying with her knees up in the air and her thighs obscenely spread, the whole flat plane of her loins exposed to their view . . . and to that of the lustfully excited girls straddling her husband Bob on the other side of the mirror.
Maddon was working at the young blonde wife's vagina now, insinuating two of his fingers into the hot wet cavern of her cunt, smoothing them around inside and then sliding his other hand up under her buttocks so that they were drawn up tight against the invading fingers in her cunt. "She's gettin' wet!" he announced hoarsely.
Len had dropped his head to the girl's nipples and was roiling and nibbling first one and then the other between his teeth. This was what he had been waiting for! This was the culmination of his plan! Soon the little bitch would be begging him to screw her . . . and the pleasure was all the more intense because he knew that Harriet would have turned the knob by now and that Goddamn stuck-up punk of a husband would be watching from the other side of the glass! He looked up and grinned. "Great!" he said loudly. "I'll fuck her now then!"
The Cockney scowled. " `Old on, mate!" he said. "I get first go, for Chris sake! It was me got her ready!"
"Bullshit! Whose idea was it in the first place?"
"Fuck that! You couldn't of done it at all without bloody me!"
It was Len's turn to scowl, He lifted his lips from Joanna's swollen and inflamed nipple, and then suddenly his face cleared. "I gotta better idea," he said, and there was a strange sadistic undertone to his voice. Let her Goddamn husband hear this through the speakers! "Well both do it at once!"
"Both? Do me a perishin' favor, mate! How can we do that?"
"You in the front and me in the back," Len said triumphantly.
On the bed in the other room, muffled though it was by the pressure of Harriet's thighs over his ears, Bob Grant heard the obscene suggestion unbelievingly. Christ! Those two drunken bastards were going to sodomize Joanna and fuck her at the same time! And she was too high, too stoned to put up any resistance. He'd been all for broadening her sexual experience, but this was just a bit too much! Nevertheless, the lewd thought of the depraved, unnatural ravishment about to take place just a few feet away on the other side of the glass caused him to groan in guilty excitement as he continued undulating his pelvis up against Nina's widely spread thighs, ramming his hotly throbbing cock up into her belly as his tongue slavered up and down the older woman's cunt.
In the adjoining room, Len suddenly relinquished his hold on Joanna's breasts and got off the bed. "Turn her over," he hissed to Maddon, who still held her tightly down on the mattress, finger-fucking the poor girl's vagina, stretching it wider and wider with each rotation of his lewdly probing fingers.
The steward obediently moved up and caught her by the shoulders, twisting her roughly around so that she was lying face downwards on the bed. She slumped there without struggling now, uttering small gasps of shame and desperation, her buttocks quivering slightly each time her frame was racked by another tearing sob.
Len waited for a moment, staring at the long line of the blonde's body, her bulging breasts squashed into the mattress by the pressure of Maddon's hands, the two rounded moons of her ass quivering palely in fear and anticipation. His cock stood out, long and thick and dark, with the purplish veins marbling the underside, like the trunk of some forest tree. The nurse's eyes beyond the two-way mirror widened in horrified wonder. God, he would kill the girl! She could never take a thing like that in her rectum: it would split her in half!
Suddenly Len stooped and grabbed hold of both Joanna's ankles, pressuring out harshly so that her legs were hauled wide apart and her feet projected over the sides of the bed. She gave a strangled scream. "Oh no! Please no!" she sobbed as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't ... I can't! Not that way!" And she jerked convulsively and tried to rise.
"Hold her!" Len yelled to Maddon ... and the steward slammed his hand hard into the small of her back, pressing her down tightly on the bed. For a moment longer, Joanna struggled vainly and then she lay still, her body shaking from the violent emotions warring within her breast.
Len dropped to his knees between the girl's splayed thighs, and thrust his finger cruelly into the tightly puckered ring of her anus as he stroked and prepared his thickly veined penis for the final and ultimate humiliation of the defenseless blonde spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. Opening her softly trembling buttocks wide with his thumbs he leaned forward to allow a large pool of saliva from his lips to fall on the desperately clenched nether ring and help lubricate his entry. He pulled back the thick foreskin of his cock, exposing the wetly bulbous head, and aimed it directly at the tiny wrinkled opening now stretched wide from the rummaging of his finger. Then, withdrawing the invading finger with a moist hissing noise, he bent over and pressed the whole of his sweating body into her back, the thick length of his cock lying directly rammed into the crevice of her ass-cheeks. Stretching the softly quaking white moons apart, he levered himself up on his elbows, pressed slightly with his hips, and directed his rock-hard instrument straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her anus.
The two girls straddling Joanna's husband in the other room crooned with excitement as they saw the relentless staff plunge suddenly through the tightly restricting ring of nether flesh. They thrust their lustfully throbbing cunts harder down on the thrashing young man as they saw Joanna's tiny stretched asshole slip over and clasp the tip of the ad-man's cock like a rubber band. And they heard Joanna gasp with pain and utter a moaning cry as Bonner grinned above her, exulting in his final triumph over the snot-nosed bitch and her husband. She cried again as he thrust down and sank his lust-thickened cock halfway to the hilt, the sound muffled by the bearskin bedspread pressing into her face as her legs flailed wildly on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the inhuman impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw off his weight, but her desperation only worsened her position . . . every time she bucked and writhed, she skewered herself further up the cock driving inch by inch into her tightly resisting anus. Finally she gave a long howling moan as Len's thickly throbbing cudgel slipped unimpeded into the rubbery depths of her rectum and his hairy balls slapped viciously against her moistened cunt. For a moment she jerked spasmodically and then she lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her anus. It was useless to resist further: each throb of her tortured body served only to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more agonizing dimensions.
"Jesus, but it's tight in there!" Len panted, resting for a moment despite his raging desire to begin fucking into her ass immediately.
Alfred Maddon, trembling with lust beside the obscenely coupled pair, was going out of his mind. His fingers were plucking lewdly at her breasts and belly, scrabbling wildly over the soft female flesh until he could stand it no longer. "For Chris sake turn `her over! Turn `er over and let me in!" he gasped.
Len locked his hands tightly to Joanna's hips and rolled to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him. His immensely throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back, tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on each side of his as a low pleading mewl sobbed out of her saliva-flecked lips.
The steward leaped onto the bed. Straddling the ad-man's knees, he pushed the girl's thighs further apart still and then, grasping his rock-hard, aching cock with both hands, he stuffed it straight into the moistly gaping cavern of Joanna's cunt. "Ooooooh!" she moaned as it slithered deep inside her quaking belly, joining Len's staff already buried there deep in her rectum. She lay there, groaning and sobbing with shame and pain, sandwiched so lewdly between them, impaled between their penises with only the thin wall of flesh between her rectum and vagina separating the two viciously throbbing poles.
Already inflamed to fever pitch by the sight of Len's cruel rape of the girl's anus, Maddon began to fuck furiously into her hot wet pussy while the ad-man beneath him started thrusting up with long hard strokes into the cringing depths of her rectum. For a moment they shafted at odds but soon they hit a natural rhythm, buffeting Joanna between them like a helpless ragdoll.
The unseen watchers in the next room gazed mesmerized as the two lust-driven shafts . . . gleaming wetly their fun lengths . . . skewered into Joanna's wide-stretched loins like twin battering-rams. They could see the soft pink edges of her cunt drawing back with Maddon's cock on the outstroke only to be stuffed back inside as he plunged it home again deep in her quivering young belly. And the same thing was happening with the tightly clasped opening of her distended anus as Len screwed in and out of it with demonic fury.
On and on it went, faster and faster grew the tempo . . . and abruptly Joanna reared up convulsively between them, her mouth opening to emit a long wailing cry of subservience and shame.
It was at this precise moment that Harriet, in the next room, leaned over to press the second button.
The lights flickered, dimmed and then brightened again . . . and suddenly the tableaux were reversed: for Harriet, Nina and Bob, the two-way mirror became a wall of glass again; and for Joanna and the two men it was all at once transparent, revealing the lewd spectacle of the young man writhing beneath the pounding loins of the two lustfully naked women on the bearskin.
As Joanna's eyes widened in astonishment, the wildly excited girls . . . as though they were puppets pulled on a single wire -- rose at the same time from Bob's squirming body just as he gave a shuddering animal cry and his cock, sluicing wetly from the hot clasp of Nina's cunt, began a furious jerking that pumped a stream of white-hot sperm high into the air in glistening spurts.
And then the unbelievable happened.
The sudden realization that it was her own husband thrashing about in the throes of his orgasm before the two sex-crazed naked girls in the next room wrought an astonishing change in Joanna! The wild twinges of unadmitted desire ravaging her nerves took over. The low whining moans coming from her mouth altered subtly to whimpers of passionate pleading. She felt all at once free to exult in the ravishment of her body.
It was a strange kind of exultation, a masochistic exultation, engendered by the very helplessness of her position, by the lewdly obscene thought that she was being fucked half to death by two men at once while her husband was adulterously coupled with two nude, lascivious girls only a few feet away. But whatever it was, it was exciting her beyond her wildest imagination! God, it was the most incredible thing that had ever happened!
Her hips began to thrust backwards to meet the plunging strokes of Len's cock crammed into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole wet length of Maddon's pistoning penis in her suddenly scalding pussy. Her whole body undulated wildly between the two men and her buttocks began a salacious rhythm of their own, squirming in desperate abandoned circles.
"Oooooooh! Aaaaagh! Oooooh!" she chanted . . . on and on in time to their crushing thrusts into her cunt and asshole. Wilder and wilder they became, heaving and groaning and plunging with ever-increasing fury as their animal groans of desire mingled with the suck and slap of flesh on flesh in a mounting crescendo of abandon.
Joanna was the first to cum.
"Aaaaah!" And then a longer, louder cry: "Eeeeeeeeeeugh! I'm cumming! Christ, I'm cumming! Keep on! Fuck me! Bugger me! Screw me! Oh Christ! Keep on . . . keep on!
She was out of her mind with desire now, sobbing out an orgasm that seemed as though it would never end, begging and pleading with them to go on and on. This was the moment Len had been waiting for! This was the culmination of his plan! He and the steward, sensing their total conquest of Joanna's body and mind, both plunged savagely forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep in her cunt and anus, pumping their hot thick sperm far up into her heaving belly.
As the three of them collapsed in a spent and satiated tangle of limbs, Harriet -- wildly excited by the lewd sounds relayed through the speakers above the minor . . . moved to the head of the bed and pressed the third button. There was a discreet rumble and the two-way glass divided in the center and slid slowly out of sight into cavities concealed in the walls, leaving the six of them on two beds in one huge double room.
Trembling with unsatisfied lust, the ad-man's voluptuous wife and the freckle-faced nurse repositioned themselves at opposite ends of the young man spread-eagled on the bearskin between them . . . so that now it was Nina who squatted over his head to lower the wetly gaping lips of her cunt to his mouth and Harriet who jerked wildly at his already reviving penis, stiffening it into gleaming erection as she stuffed the lust-inflamed head into the greedily clasping maw of her own steaming pussy.
The sight of the two girls haunched over the squirming Bob, their hands lasciviously fondling each other's breasts, their tongues buried deep in each other's mouths, was too much for the two men on the other bed. With one accord they rose and hurried through the space that had been occupied by the two-way glass, their cocks already expanding again into lustfully throbbing rigidity. A moment later, they were seizing the quivering buttocks of the two girls crouched over Bob and plunging their moistly glistening rods fiercely into the tightly clenched dilating rings of their assholes.
Nor was the newly aroused Joanna to be left out! The sight of the panting, heaving, groaning quintet on the other bed . . . the two skewered girls, one being sucked and the other being fucked by her own husband! . . . inflamed her erotic desire to such a degree that she literally hurled herself across the intervening space and cast herself down on the rumpled bearskin with her thighs drawn tightly up against her breasts and her wetly quivering pussy splayed wide for anyone to use. As the plunging complex of sweating buttocks and balls and breasts and bellies subsided slowly on to its side on the bed, she grasped the heads of the two girls and forced them down towards her obscenely open loins so that almost automatically the two hotly flickering tongues began licking and slavering at the hair-lined flanges of her own passionately trembling cunt.
And so they continued, constantly changing position, fucking and sodomizing, sucking and licking and fondling and jerking, the wildly gasping cries of ecstasy from their six slavering mouths intermingling in a symphony of insane sexual abandon, until it was time for them to stagger out into the dawn and make their way, giggling together, to the waterfront and the launch that would carry them back to the Arcadia.