breasts and clitoris, the lewd videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.
She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that coiled and recoiled inside her, striking her there violently, surging out along her nerve endings only to return throbbingly, to her innermost womanly parts, and she knew that she was becoming more and more ready for anything. She noticed the bulge in Marsdale's trousers, and she knew that he, too, was more than ready; however, she averted her eyes, not daring to look, to admit to herself that she could possibly be interested in his sexual organs.
He came to her and put his arms around her, slipping his hands down to cup her buttocks and pull her flaming loins close in to him, grinding his hard penis into her.
'I want to show you one last thing,' he said.
Reaching over and behind her, he snapped out the lights and pushed aside his books on a bookshelf, revealing a lighted bedroom beyond a glass mirror.
'It's a one-way mirror,' he enlightened.
Alyce's eyes were riveted on the bed. She couldn't help watching, now, as she gazed with increasing interest and curiosity, trying to make out details in the softly lighted room.
Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman's glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until she could see, clearly, the under side of the glans.
Then, he plunged the monstrous prick straight into the small woman and she imagined that she could hear the slap of their pelvises as the thick, rock-hard rod of flesh went in, burying its length completely in the soft, female flesh.
The young wife was now aware that Clay was grinding his pelvis into her loins, his cock sticking out from his trousers, as he tried to shove it between her legs, and unconsciously, she found herself responding to his obscene caress, sliding her pelvis up and down on him through the rough cloth of his trousers.
'Do you want to hear what they're saying?' he asked.
He reached up beside the books again and snapped a switch, not waiting for her to make up her mind. A speaker inside the bookshelf amplified the sound of the low voices from the bedroom.
'Oh, Eddie,' the woman said. 'Fill my cunt with your cock… mmmmmmmmm… it's so big… so hard…'
Alyce gasped, reddening and turned her head away from the lewd spectacle.
'Is that my husband?' she asked, weakly sagging in his arms, 'with your wife?'
Marsdale held her tight. 'Let's wait and see.'
Now the man's voice was heard. 'Nina, baby… I fit so well in you… your cunt is so juicy… I love my cock inside you…'
Marsdale reached behind her and snapped the lights back on in his study. Instantly, the scene in the adjoining bedroom was blotted out, and she realized that one of the properties of a one-way mirror was that the viewer be in semi-darkness.
Reaching up behind her, Clay gripped the zipper of her dress and pulled, down smoothly. Then, grasping the hem of her dress he began to pull the garment over her head.
'Not here…' she gasped.
'Why not. It's just as good a place as any,' he said.
He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped wet lips to a puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.
Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties to fondle and knead her smooth, round buttocks; then, with a deft movement he stripped the thin, nylon garment down over her tapering thighs to her trim ankles.
Alyce stepped out of her shoes and he stooped down to remove the sheer underclothing from her feet, sailing it across the room to join her dress. She was now completely nude before him, stripped of all her barriers.
Instantly, his finger began taunting her sensitive clitoris, and Alyce gasped with the ecstasy of it, in spite of herself. Her body was beginning to feel, blazingly, on fire, a fire that could not be extinguished, a fire that threatened to consume her and she could do nothing.
Stepping back from her, Marsdale began to remove his own clothing, deliberately, methodically. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous cock standing out thick and long before him, blood-engorged and throbbing with the passion of his need for her.
Alyce stared. She was horror stricken. The size of him was mammoth. She couldn't believe her eyes, yet she knew that he had rammed that giant hunk of meat into her little cunt this very afternoon. She had taken all of it into her and had loved every minute of it!
'Here, dear, I'll put a blanket on my desk,' he said when suddenly a familiar sing-song voice came into the room over the amplifier.
'Shove your fingers in my asshole! Make me cum, Eddie!'
Alyce turned to Nina's husband, pleadingly. 'Turn it off. I can't bear listening to that.'
'But my dear it's wonderfully erotic. Nina is a fabulous woman in the sack. She just loves to get fucked in the ass,' he said nonchalantly as though he was talking about her love of French cuisine or foreign films.
'Lie down on my desk top!' he ordered.
Alyce complied sick at heart a complete feeling of hopelessness in her.
Eddie's boss clambered to the desk top, placing himself over her, in reverse, with his thick, hardened prick over her face, his legs spread on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said, 'Take all of my cock in your mouth and suck me off! Suck hard and lick me! You can use your teeth but be careful!'
Alyce reached up to him, taking his thick, awesome instrument in her hands sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red hooded cowl of his penis and took in into her mouth, tasting the male taste of him and inwardly appalled with the realization of what she was doing.
Experimentally, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant head of him filling her mouth, swirling her lingual member around and around it, trying, finally, to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the tip of the glans.
Marsdale leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position and with a groan, buried his lips in her thoroughly moistened cunt. His tongue lashed out and probed wetly at her downy hair-lined vaginal opening, then moved up to the clitoral bud, licking her to a higher pulsing excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the orders of her reasoning mind, her body reacted, and she began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her pink-lined pussy on fire, begging for more of that sensuous tongue.
Oh God. Believe me. I don't want this. But, I can't seem to help myself.
The sounds of the lovemaking from the next room came to them through the amplifier; the sounds of slapping flesh and punished bed springs, the squeaks and heavy breathing becoming louder and more rapid, building to an orchestral climax.
Nina was screaming out orders. 'Faster, Eddie… harder… fuck me harder… I'm almost there… oh your cock is stuffing me so full. I'm there… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… I'm… aaaahhhh… ccuuummmiiinnnggg!'
The squeaking went on, faster and faster, then, suddenly stopped, followed by wetly slapping sounds, accompanied by squeals from the bed.
Eddie's voice was hoarse and muffled. 'Oh you fabulous cunt… I'm going to cum too… I'm shooting all my cum in you… oh, it's wonderful… here I cum…'
Alyce was sickened by the explicit sounds of sex from the bedroom. Eddie was spewing his hot sperm into another woman, but somehow, the sounds of it and knowledge worked to increase the delicious sensations in her own loins, the generated heat in her forcing her to jerk her crotch upward, her legs splayed out, to the insistent mouth of Clay Marsdale, and she moaned out her helpless need of the older man.
'God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me,' she gasped completely out of breath.
