Noooooooo! Jill’s mind cried out. Please God, make this stop! I’ll die ~f I see any more… hear any more! Ohhhh please, I can’t stand it! She tried to put voice to her pleas, but she found she’d been struck dumb by shock. But then Harry’s smooth, silky voice filled her ears.
“Look at them, Jill, Look at Gay and Tom enjoying themselves, fucking and fucking and fucking..
Shut up! Shut up! Oh my God! Can’t you see that I know what they’re doing? I must go, I must break free of this man, of this room, of this crazy world! I must! I must!
But still the commands that came from the one section of her brain which had remained rational could not make her move or talk. The orders were short circuited by the degradation she was a part of, and helplessly she stood and watched the flagrant defilement of her husband’s marriage vows. And behind her was Harry Sommers, rubbing his hotly burgeoning penis up and down the satiny surface of her light summer dress.
“Look, look, Jill. Watch them make love. Watch them
And unconsciously at first, then with growing realization of what she was doing, Jill DID watch them. Strange emotions pervaded her soul, and a perverse oddness seemed to trickle through her as she watched the lewd performance of her husband and the boss’ wife. She stared at Tom’s hardened shaft of male flesh, long and glistening, as it sawed in and out of Gay’s pink, wetly dilated cunt.
Then slowly, insinuatingly, as a snake slithers upon its victim, Harry took one hand and worked his way across the involuntarily palpitating belly of Jill Parker. Cautiously curving it under her blouse as he had the previous night, Harry slowly and carefully rubbed her chest and sides then moved up to cup one firm, tender breast. He squeezed the succulent flesh gently and could feel the nipples harden under his easy manipulations.
Jill’s liquor dazed, shock contorted brain reeled from his familiarity. He’s doing it again! My God! His hand is on my breast again! No… I must stop him! I must! He hasn’t the right, no matter what sick, lewd sin is being committed before me… But she couldn’t stop him, any more than she could run or speak at that moment. Her brain was as if frozen. What had happened to her? Oh God, what was that fluttery feeling in her stomach now that made her feel as if she might throw up? And… and between her legs seemed so hot and wet… as if somehow, some way, she was aroused sexually! No.
“My wife and your husband, Jill. Making each other feel good, just the way you and I could feel good. I want to make love to you, Jill, make love as they are”
Noooooo! She couldn’t do such a thing! The very idea appalled her, made her want to run… but she couldn’t run! Was she crazy? Perhaps the events she’d witnessed had twisted her mind, because, incomprehensibly, she was not appalled… no longer… she no longer cared about anything!
Involuntarily, Jill squirmed back against Harry’s slightly moving loins and moved her chest so that her warmly tingling breasts were more firmly embedded in the cup of his wandering hand. Her breath came in jagged spurts, and her nostrils dilated, and her eyes were locked upon Tom and Gay. She was no longer her own master, but the slave of some alien force. and she felt her will to resist departing on wings of sudden speed.
Harry saw that the time was right. Expertly, he raised her blouse, and obediently, though trembling, Jill raised her arms and the blouse came off to be thrown aside. Her ripe young breasts quivered and her belly rippled, but she didn’t lose sight of the couple fucking directly in front of them. Then the brassiere… and her warmly palpitating breasts, trembling like leaves in autumn winds, were free. She moaned, and then Harry was clutching her to him, caressing each firm, proud young mound of warm flesh lavishly with his hands, tweaking the tips to round, rock-hard berries.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Jill? My hands feel good on your breasts
“Yes… yes, they feel good,” she responded automatically. She didn’t know what was happening to her except that she was too weak to fight this wonderfully new feeling that seemed to be pervading her traitorously interested body. It was awful… terrible… a thing to be loathed… what was happening around her, to her, and by her! Yet she wanted it to continue. Oh, Dear God, she wanted it!
Almost trembling himself with the passion to fuck this frightened female before him, Harry slid the zipper of his pants down, the rasping sound almost inaudible. He looked once to see if the couple on the bed had heard, or more precisely, if Tom Parker had heard what was happening behind him, but a cannon wouldn’t have disturbed Tom from the pistoning hot release he was searching for. This was the test, Harry knew… the test as to whether he had been right about Jill Parker’s hidden wells of sexual emotion. This was the test.
“Jill… honey, Jill… Let’s take your dress down so that we can make love while we watch.
“Yes… “ Jill’s mind replied before she realized what she had thought. Her fingers plucked at the zipper and gathering the cloth of her panties with the fabric of the dress, she wriggled slightly and slid them down, then stepped out of them… and was bare. BARE! NAKED! NUDE! her mind screamed at her, but she didn’t notice. She couldn’t, for she was too far gone then on the Drambuie and the sexual arousal and agony to care. She was consumed totally by new and powerful emotions seething in the pit she’d for so long kept a lid on… a lid which had been thrust aside by the shock of seeing Tom, her own husband, locked in a lewd sexual coupling with another woman.
The exposed lush whiteness of her smooth, rounded buttocks were lust provoking to Harry’s jaded eyes, as was the glistening wetness of her hair-fringed little cunt which peeked so provocatively from between her legs. “I’m going to make love to you now, Jill,” he murmured into her ear. He massaged the warm pliant flesh of her ass cheeks and dipped one outstretched finger into her wetly quivering cuntal valley. “I’m going to take off my pants and fuck you like your husband’s fucking my wife.”
Nooooo howled the last vestige of her morality, and then came the louder, more sonorous bellow of a new Jill Parker. A voice which over shadowed the old. Yesssss, I want to be loved. Please love me… now!
She heard him remove his clothing in hurried, almost frantic haste, and then he was beside her again with his hotly throbbing penis pressed tightly to the fleshy crevice between her trembling ass cheeks, and she felt it leave a thin trail of wet seminal stickiness as it slid up and down between the gently palpitating moons. She also felt his lust-bloated head and marveled in its size as it heatedly pulsated against her naked backside. With a sudden sense of shame, she tingled with the same terrible feeling of wantonness and need which had brought her to such subjugation as this. She couldn’t understand it… and she didn’t want to.
“I’m going to do it now, Jill… I’m going to slide my cock in your pussy now… please don’t make any noise. Be very quiet… so we can watch them.
Jill sucked in her breath, every fiber trembling with fear and anticipation. She spread her legs wider and bent over slightly at his command, and she sensed her wetly pulsating vagina flower open and secrete more juices than she had ever thought possible. Then he pressed forward, and the first, tentative nudges of his massively thickened cock against the softness of her pubic hair sent shivers racing through her marrow. Then, almost without her being aware of it, his warmly throbbing cock-head had effortlessly slid into her wetly clasping cuntal opening. He added another throbbing inch, and slid yet more into her sensitively elastic hole.
He’s inside me, she dazedly thought as the sensations of her desire reduced her to an almost quivering mindlessness. He feels good, just like he said, and not like Tom does when he rapes me… oh yes, he’s so big, but so gentle and sooooo nice… yes, this is what I dreamed love making felt like.