"Yes," she called out.
"It's me, Gary, thought you might like a little chat."
Janet thought about it for a moment and then realized that it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Perhaps Gary wasn't so bad after all. "Come in," she called out.
"Ah good," Gary said as soon as he saw the tray, "so Bridget did her thing… good for her."
Gary sat quietly for a while, watching Janet nibble at her food. "How about a drink," he said at last.
Janet sipped her martini quietly, she felt a little embarrassed, she didn't know what to say to Gary and yet she knew that she had to tell him about his wife and her husband.
"Gary, I… well… I have to tell you something."
"Really, does it have something to do with Julie and Bob?" he smiled patiently.
"Yes. How did you know? Well, I saw them together… they were… they were… Oh God! I can't tell you," she finally sobbed.
"Are you trying to tell me that they were fucking," he smiled at her as if she was a child.
"W-what… you know?"
"Of course I know. They have been having a gay old time ever since Bob arrived here."
The anguished young wife was silent for a moment. "That's not all, Bob just forced me to… to… to…"
"To do what?" Gary said with an amused look on his face.
Suddenly Janet felt stupid, she didn't see how she could say it but she knew she had to. "He fucked me in the ass," she said suddenly.
"Is that all. I fuck Julie all the time in the ass. Really Janet you are quite a little girl you know," he said leaning over and patting her on the knee. "Why don't you take another drink, it will make you feel much better."
Janet sat in her chair like one who has been hypnotized. Is everyone mad around here, she wondered to herself. Her brain was reeling, she just couldn't understand what was happening to her universe anymore and the martinis were really beginning to hit her now, on an almost empty stomach they were working alarmingly fast.
"They did it in the garden as well," she said at last.
"Did what Janet, you'll have to be more specific," Gary said calmly.
"I can't," Janet said finally.
"Perhaps I can help you. You just say yes or no, or even nod your head so that I understand you and I'll put a few questions to you. It's important to me to have all the details."
Suddenly Janet saw him take a long thin book from behind him, he must have had that all along, she thought amazed at her lack of concentration upon details.
Gary began to read: "Jenny's vagina had a tiny reddish clitoris, and it still quivered with obvious excitement. The old man's tongue snaked out and the tip slipped across the tiny point of throbbing flesh."
Oh my God! What is he reading to me, thought Janet wildly, I've got to get out of here. She tried to rise but Gary pushed her back into the chair.
"Let me read a little more," he insisted, "now where was I… oh yes. The people in the room groaned with delight when they saw the girl was beginning to feel acute pleasure. The old man teased it wetly with his tongue and then began to rub it slowly up and down the length of the little girl's wide open slit, bringing new, pleasurable contortions of delight to her face."
Try as she might Janet couldn't help but feel naughty thrills of delight begin to erupt in her pussy as Gary read to her the lewd book.
The child wrapped her small hands into the old man's thick white hair and the tiny muscles in her arms stood out right and strained as she pulled his craggy face forward toward her. With all the strength she could muster she pulled it directly into the wetness of her loins. Instantly, her hips began a slow grinding up against him as his protruding tongue sunk with breathtaking speed deep into the tightness of her tiny clasping pussy. It was obvious to the people in the room that the little girl was becoming more and more a quivering mass of desire as she writhed and twisted under her grandfather's probing tongue! "What do you think of that, Janet," Gary said suddenly bringing her back to consciousness.
"Oh my God! Gary, how can I answer you," groaned Janet. She wanted to leave the room but found she couldn't, her legs felt like a quivering mass of jelly.
"Ah, now here's a scene. Perhaps this is what Julie and Bob were doing in the garden, how about this… The man kneeled in front of Tina's face letting his knees straddle her body on both sides. He had a gigantic rigid cock that stood out in the air like a cannon positioned for firing. He held his hand around it, and persistently rubbed the rubbery, moisture drenched tip against Tina's lips. Tina didn't want to open them, that much was clear, but he reached forward and forced her mouth open by covering her nose with his hand. Coughing and sputtering for breath, Tina fought for a moment in desperation until with a sudden horrid gasp, she opened her mouth wide. By flicking his hips forward, the man let his huge blood filled cockhead plunge deep into the confines of her lips."
As she listened to Gary reading, Janet experienced a sensation totally unlike anything she had ever experienced in her young life. Instead of being revolted by the obscene description, she was being turned on by it.
"Tina's lips expanded and hollowed with each long stroke of the man's blunt tipped penis into her mouth. He sawed rhythmically back and forth, back and forth until Tina began to warm to her task. She reached up and cupped his two softly hanging testicles in her small warm hands. Above her, the man gasped and encouraged her as she began to suck hungrily at his thrusting cock."
Janet knew that she should scream and tear the book from Gary's hands but the tranquilizing effect of the martinis she had consumed made it impossible for her to do so. Suddenly she felt Gary's arms around her.
"Don't you think cock is such a beautiful word… much nicer than penis, don't you think Janet? Listen Janet, I want you to do something, I want you to visualize what you saw this afternoon, only instead of seeing Julie and Bob, I want you to imagine two people you don't even know."
Janet tried very hard to follow Gary's instructions but she found that she couldn't get Bob's face out of the picture, for that matter she couldn't get Julie's either. The soft moans and sucking noises she had heard earlier seemed to be drifting towards her ears once again though and suddenly as she looked at the picture she saw that one of the people was herself!
Suddenly she felt Gary's hand ground hard against her breasts and she uttered a cry, but he gave her soft rubbery nipple a hard pinch beneath the fabric of her dressing gown, and she was immediately filled with such a weird combination of pain and pleasure that she thought she would faint. She tried to cry out but she couldn't as his mouth came down heavily on hers. Against her wishes she felt her passion rising now, rising and rising until she felt that she would burst.
"Don't you see, it doesn't matter who fucks who, as long as everyone is satisfied," Gary murmured into her ear.
"G-Gary, you can't mean…" Janet gasped.
"Exactly," Gary crooned, crushing her mouth once again with his.
Oh no, this is all wrong, thought Janet wildly to herself, all wrong. What am I doing letting this man kiss me even and now he's telling me that he wants to fuck me… oh no, this can't be… it just can't be…
"Janet…" Gary's voice made Janet tremble wildly, "lie down on the bed," he commanded.
Suddenly Janet felt starved and unfulfilled, neglected and abandoned and Gary's voice sounded strangely good to her, like her father's voice in a way… yes, that was it, Gary sounded like her father. Almost like a somnambulist, Janet rose from the chair and walked to the bed, lying on it as Gary had commanded her to. She felt Gary's mouth covering hers and his hands moving up inside her dressing gown seeking out the full heaviness of her breasts. The heat of his hands boldly encompassed each of her trembling breasts and she gave a little moan of desire and turned her head slightly to the side. His mouth followed hers, his hands remaining on her breasts, inching and twisting hard at the hardened little bullets of flesh on the tips. His tongue ground far back into the read of Janet's mouth and with his entire body, he pushed her down, his own body tense and hard against her futile struggling.