pass out.
But abruptly Kim went beyond orgasm, into a kind of sexual-overdrive and found herself hot and horny. She was shamelessly aroused as she rubbed her thighs together and felt the hotly exciting movement of her moistly heated vaginal lips on the rough edge of the cushion. Her cunt-moisture had dampened the tight band of her panties and only served to arouse her all the more.
Everything seemed to excite her. She craned her neck to see past Klaus and saw Nichole sprawled obscenely with her legs spread wide-apart… and her panties pulled down to her thighs… and Ernie's big hand ravaging her open cunt. Nichole's teeth were tightly gritted and her scarlet mouth open as she ground her pelvis up in rhythm to Ernie's finger fucking. Ernie has pulled both of her big fleshy breasts free of her brassiere and dress, and they bulged in front of her face so that she had to stare down her cleavage in order to see the orgy going on in front of her.
'Orgy' was the only word for it. People all over the room were losing their inhibitions and were naked and writhing as they watched the stage show and other couples alongside them.
Kim didn't think she would ever see anything more depraved and wanton and… arousing… than what she was at that moment watching. But she was wrong. At a signal from the man, he pulled his cock free from the lesbian's wetly clasping cunt with a sucking sound, and bent his knees a little more to slide his long, hotly glistening hard cock back into the kneeling booted girl's mouth and began fucking her, his hips banging against the lesbian's buttocks.
Then, as Kim's eyelids fluttered and her creamy, lust-fired cunt quivered in a compulsive spasm, she watched the man pull his rigidly erect cock with its purple flanged head all shiny, out of the booted girl's mouth and plunge it back into the hotly lubricated cunt of the lesbian! Then, as lust-filled groans and moans came from all around the room, Kim heard herself moan and feel faint from lust and, at the same instant, felt her body go lax, felt her loins relax and felt Klaus' lingers dart finally home to the wetly swollen and tortured lips of her cunt. The hopelessly aroused young wife stared at the platform and continued to moan as she watched the man alternate his rock-hard cock between the waiting cunt and the willing mouth. First one, then the other, dipping and bending, pulling his cock from lips that pouted out and fought to keep it, plunging into the waiting cunt of the lesbian and burying itself, rolling the hair-lined fluted edges of her vagina in with each mighty thrust. Kim could see the pink moist walls of the cunt clinging, rolling outward as he withdrew, doing their best to hold onto his mushroom head despite the delicious lubrication.
The room was an uproar now as people were weaving to their feet, moving and pawing about. Naked men and women were crawling up on the platform and sprawling on the mattresses to join the show. Within seconds, the performers had lost their balance and toppled over among nakedly writhing bodies that came up on the stage.
Madness reigned. It was like the last wild orgy at the end of the decadent Roman empire. The rich had gathered for one last obscene orgy before the fall of Rome, before the vandals sacked the city. There was no point in not joining in. Only it wasn't ancient Rome, it was modern San Francisco at its most sinful and obscene. It was the modern Romans, the modern gladiators, the jet-set, the beautiful people, the privileged, the pleasure-bent, who were operating now, and they went at it with a sensuous freedom and abandon even the ancient Romans would have been awed by. Although none of them would admit it, there was always the idea that The Bomb, The Big One, could drop and, in a twinkling, it would all be over.
Many things entered into it. The new freedom, the sexual revolution, that sense that pleasures were first to be tasted in order to be understood, that feeling of not wanting to miss out on anything. Nichole was up, somewhat unsteady, on her feet and pulling her dress off over her head and flinging it on the couch. Her brassiere followed and then she peeled off her rolled down bikini panties to stand naked in a black garter belt and sheer black stockings and high heels. She looked so wildly beautiful, her glassy eyes unfocused, her expression so lewdly inviting.
Ernie was up and frantically ripping his clothes off. Klaus turned to Kim, his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. His finger was slowly worming itself into her moistly heated cunt and, no matter how hard she contracted her vaginal muscles, it was slipping relentlessly in, helped, no end, by her excitement and lubrication. She groaned out loud as his other hand continued to fondle her sensitively full breasts and her head thrashed back and forth as Klaus hissed, 'Come on! You can't stop now! You can't be a cock-tease!'
The words burned in her mind like acid on metal. Her mind was full of every filthy word she had ever heard: fuck, cunt, cock, asshole!
Her mind reeled as Klaus was handling her, getting her up and pulling her dress off one shoulder. He was over her now and she saw the huge throbbing bulge in his pants. 'No! No!' she cried, begging, 'No, I can't!'
'Vhat do you mean? Nien? No? Vhat are you saying?'
His voice was so menacing, his manner so cold and Prussian and threatening that she knew she couldn't say 'no'. He would hit her, and she wouldn't blame him. Hank was in her thoughts, and she wanted to stop for his sake and to show what a good woman she was. But… inside, she didn't want to stop! 'No!' she whispered, then gave he to her words by relaxing. Nichole and Ernie had left the couch, nakedly threading their way toward the platform that was a mass of wantonly writhing, fucking bodies. Ernie's erection stood out in front of him like a huge hammer handle! Kim shuddered, wondering if Klaus was built like that! 'No,' she said, turning to Klaus, 'N… not here!'
Klaus grinned down at her savagely. 'So? You like to vatch, but you don't wish to be seen. Is that it?'
'Yes! Not here, I can't!'
'Very well.' He took her hand in an iron grip and pulled her to her feet, leading her, weaving through the heaps of discarded clothing. Kim gasped once and recoiled when a hand reached out and tightly gripped her buttocks. She looked down and, in the darkness, saw a man nakedly lying on his back on a couch. His expression was depraved as he caressed the softly fleshed globes of her ass, his hand up under her silken dress. A young blonde with big breasts and rather broad shoulders was lying on top of him, her nakedly gleaming buttocks and legs spread wide over the man's body. His wetly glistening cock was in her cunt and, as Kim gaped, her buttocks slowly pumped up and down on the thick staff. The blonde grinned up, watching her partner fondle Kim's trembling buttocks.
'Join us?' the girl asked in a husky voice.
'Hmmmmm, I could take on two of you,' the man murmured. Klaus laughed and pulled Kim away as she watched the two nakedly writhe in their sexual coupling. The young housewife actually looked disappointed that she wasn't joining them.
Klaus led the way around the stage platform that was now an unbelievable scene of mass orgy. Nichole was nakedly standing on the mattress, having kicked her high heels off, her hands above her head. Hands, many hands – male and female alike – were caressing, fondling, massaging her lush young body. So many hands that Kim couldn't count them all as they slid and fondled and probed all over Nichole's body before pulling her down into their hot writhing mass.
Kim's mind was reeling as she stumbled after Klaus. She had virtually committed herself to committing adultery with Klaus. She didn't even know his last name! How was she going to get out of it?
Klaus led her out of the big room, and it was as if she had a whiff of fresh air. He led her into a quiet little room with plush red walls and an oversized bed. One wall had a black drape over it. Klaus closed the door and dimmed the lights then pressed another button on the lighting panel. There was a click and a muffled whirr, and the black drape was pulled aside, revealing a floor to ceiling window and a view of the platform where the wildly wanton orgy was going on!
Kim gasped and stepped back.
'Don't vorry,' Klaus assured. 'It is a one-way mirror. On the other side, all they see is their own delightful image reflected back. Ve are very private and ve can vatch!'
Kim sank onto the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on the scene going on in the other room. She saw Nichole sandwiched between two men – strangers – madly undulating her sensual young body, stockings half-ripped from her. What she was seeing had to be a dream – a drugged dream – it couldn't be true – it was too wanton – too lewd! Surely, Nichole wasn't like that.
Yet there she was before her eyes, and there was Ernie and all sorts of others. There was a naked young girl about seventeen kneeling between two men, a penis in either hand, sucking first one cock and then the next. There were two beautiful young girls in a sixty nine position, their redly quivering little tongues curling into each
