by Thomas Henry
I looked over at Ted. He was watching with rapt attention while he rubbed his crotch. His reaction obviously was much different from mine.
Karen made a gurgling sound. She rolled her head to the side and moved her tongue around. It looked like she was trying to spit out her mouthful of cum, but the contraption holding her mouth open prevented it. She rolled her head back and made another gurgling sound. I could see her throat working as she struggled to swallow. Sally flipped the switch and the glass went opaque.
I was fairly disgusted with the scene Ted had chosen, but I could see that he was really hot. I tried not to imagine what he might be planning to do to Karen in the private room. I was jealous. I wanted her for myself. My mind raced, and I got a sudden inspiration. I knew that he was lusting after Crystal, so I’d give him a shot at her right now. Let Ted vent his lust on her instead of Karen.
I whispered in Crystal’s ear. She nodded and kissed my cheek. “Okay, Daddy. Whatever you like.” She stepped over to Ted and sat down on his thigh. She leaned over and pressed her breast against his arm as she whispered in his ear.
Ted looked her up and down and then glanced at me. The expression on his face told me that he thought she was too good to be true. But he nevertheless grabbed her hand and hustled her through the door that let to the private rooms.
I wondered how long it would take for Karen to get cleaned up and come out. I glanced at the glass. It was dark, so the next scene would be starting at any moment. So far as I could remember, the only woman left to perform was the trophy wife.
Sally flipped the switch, and the lights came up. The buxom blond was naked, kneeling on the floor at the foot of a queen-sized bed. Identical bulls were standing on either side of her, also naked. Until that moment, I hadn’t noticed that two of the bulls were identical twins. The only difference I could see was that one of them had a tribal tattoo on his left chest and upper arm.
The blond had a cock in each hand, sucking and stroking them alternately. The twins’ cocks weren’t especially long, but they were among the fattest I had ever seen. They looked to be about as thick as my wrists. I guessed if the blond couldn’t have Body’s huge cock, these boys were second best.
The scene progressed pretty much as I expected. She sucked them both for a while and then they got up on the bed. She took turns sucking one while the other fucked her. They worked their way through just about every position imaginable.
I remembered reading somewhere that a woman’s nerve endings extend only about two inches into her pussy, suggesting that it was girth, and not length, that made a difference. Based on that, I’ve amused more than one woman by postulating that anything more than two inches in length is a waste.
Although I’ve never been able to find a woman to buy into my theory, the blond seemed to be providing anecdotal evidence. The twins weren’t particularly long, but their fat cocks seemed to be giving her all the orgasms she could handle.
My mind really was on Karen, so all-in-all, I found the scene to be rather boring. The only thing of real interest to me was the question of whether she would be able to handle them if they tried to double penetrate her.
After about fifteen minutes, it looked like I was about to get my question answered. The blonde was riding one fat cock as the other twin positioned himself behind her and squeezed a generous glob of personal lubricant between her butt cheeks. But just as he pressed the head of his cock against her back door, Karen burst in and marched over to me. Max was close behind her.
“How could he?” Karen said. She crossed her arms and stamped her foot. Her bag dangled from her elbow.
I was smitten by her fuck-me appearance. Her makeup had been freshened, and she was wearing one of her skin-tight dresses. It was so short that it barely hid her panties…assuming that she was wearing any. And it was so tight that it telegraphed the straps of the garter belt that supported her fishnet stockings. Stilettos strapped to her ankles completed the look. I tried not to think about the fact that she was dressed that way for Ted instead of me.
“I mean, how could he? He had those guys do all that degrading stuff to me, and now he’s back there fucking Crystal! I did that disgusting scene he wanted…and he pays me back by fucking another woman?”
“Take it easy,” I said. “I thought maybe you and I could I go…”
Karen’s slap came out of nowhere. “You set this up, didn’t you!” She took another swing, but I caught her wrist. “Bastard! I’ll show you! I’ll show you both.” She jerked her wrist out of my grip and stormed out of the room. Sally rushed after her.
I didn’t know what to think. Karen’s words were angry…and the slap was very real. My cheek was on fire. But I thought I also had glimpsed a mischievous gleam in her eye, and I didn’t know what to make of that. My instinct was to go after her, but I didn’t want to do anything that might alert Ted to how deep my feelings for Karen had become.
“What she gonna do?” Max asked.
“Beats me. I’ve never seen her that steamed.” Actually, I couldn’t remember ever seeing her angry at all. And certainly not at me.
Ted rushed through the door from the private rooms wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt. He gave me a wild-eyed look. “Where’s Karen?”
I nodded toward the Voyeur-Room entrance. “She just ran out of here. She was pretty upset.”
“Yeah…she’s really pissed because she saw me with Crystal. But I don’t get it. She just fucked eight guys, so what’s the big deal?”
“Oh, I know the answer to that one,” Max said. “It wasn’t her idea to be with all those guys and let them cum all over her. The only reason she went through with that degrading scene was to fulfill your fantasy. She thought it would turn you on to her. She even got all dressed up for you afterward. But instead of waiting for her, you went off with another woman. Made her feel cheap and used.”
Ted stood there with his hands on his hips and stared at the floor. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He looked up at me and held his palms up. “So what do I do now?”
Before I could come up with a cogent thought, Sally burst back into the room, waving a piece of paper at arm’s length. She minced over to Ted and thrust it at him. “From your wife!”
Ted stared at the paper for a minute and then handed it to me. “What the fuck does this mean?”
Karen’s note said, Go home and take care of your daughters. I’m going to a party. Don’t wait up.
Ted glared at Sally. “Where the fuck is she?”
Sally’s eyes shifted to me and then back to Ted. “She left with one of the bulls.”
“Son of a bitch!” Ted stalked around the room. “Son of a bitch!” He looked at the Voyeur Room entrance and then down at his boxers and his bare feet. “Fuck!” He stormed back through the door to the private rooms.
“Now what?” Max said. She ran her palm over her smooth head.
I had no idea. My stomach was in a knot. I didn’t like the idea of Karen going off with someone I didn’t know. I wondered if she really had left, or if she was just jerking Ted’s chain.
I assumed she’d retrieved her cell phone from the locker, so I decided to try to call her. I went out to the lockers and got my own phone. I turned it on and found I already had a text from her. Going to party. Ass really up for grabs tonight. But not for you. Blame yourself!
I was stunned. Was she really angry at me? Or was she just jerking my chain, too? Was she under the influence of too much alcohol and Xanax?
I called her number. It rang a half-dozen times and went to voice mail. I left a message asking her to call me as soon as possible. Then I just stood there, staring at the screen, not knowing what to do next. Finally, after a couple of very long minutes, another text message appeared. Come watch if you want. There was nothing more for a minute or so, and then the screen displayed a street address in Kahala and the admonition, Do NOT bring Crystal or Ted!
Max pressed her breast against my arm as she read over my shoulder. “Look like
she want you to come to the party.”
Come watch if you want. It wasn’t exactly an engraved invitation. But why would she say it if she didn’t want me to come? Well, no matter. There was no way I was going to leave her alone to “party” with a strange man…or maybe a group of strange men.
“Yeah, but I wonder if they’ll even let me in,” I said.
Sally startled me when she put a hand on my shoulder from behind. “She text you the address?”
It took a second for her question to register. “Oh…yeah, she did. But I have no idea whose address it is.”
“That’s the Salacious Oasis…my house in Kahala. Sometimes a few of the bulls have a little after-party there with one or two of the women from the club. You know, if they’re hot…and willing…like your little Karen. The bulls all wanted a shot at her tonight, you know, but a lot of ‘em didn’t get a chance here at the club. And everybody could see she was really hot for PD, so he invited her over to my house to party with him and some of the others.”
My stomach was churning. What had Karen gotten herself into?
“So, you going?” Sally asked.
“Um...yeah, I guess so.”
“Me, too.” Max said. “I think I should go with you.”
Sally’s gazed switched back and forth between Max and me for a few moments, and then she nodded. “Good idea. You can keep Lover-Boy here calm while they get his little girlfriend high and have some fun with her.” Sally winked at Max. “Maybe they’ll even give you a shot at her.”
My pulse quickened. “What do you mean, ‘high?’ High on what?” I was having visions of a group of men stripping Karen and pinning her down on a bed while they shot her up with some kind of date-rape drug.
Sally shrugged. “Oh, you know…alcohol…maybe a little pakalolo…maybe a little Molly. Nothing to worry about.”
“Molly?”
“Yeah, Molly…you know, MDMA. Don’t worry. It’s really pure stuff. Not cut with anything harmful. She’ll love it. It’ll put her in the right mood.”
“Mood for what? What the hell are they going to do to her?”
Sally gripped my shoulder. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. I mean, she has been gangbanged before, right?”
My stomach clenched and my heart started to pound. I was pretty sure Karen had no idea what she was in for. “I’d better get going,” I said, wondering what I was getting myself into.
“I’m going with you,” Max said. “Give me a minute to send my wife home, and I’ll meet you outside.” She headed back through the Voyeur Room.
I turned and started for the entrance. But then I remembered Crystal. I couldn’t just run off and abandon her. And I certainly couldn’t take her with me. I wondered where she was. Probably still back in the private room, waiting for the fur to stop flying. I started to call her cell. Then I realized she didn’t have it with her. It was still in the locker. I’d have to go find her.
Sally said nothing about my cell phone when I dropped it into my pocket and rushed back into the Voyeur Room. I guess she figured I wasn’t in any mood to be taking pictures.
As I headed for the door to the private rooms, I glanced at the Showroom. The trophy blond had succeeded in taking both twins at the same time. She was a sweaty, disheveled mess, moaning and gasping for breath as the twins pumped her in unison. I shuddered as I momentarily imagined Karen in her place.
I looked around for the trophy blond’s husband. The elderly lawyer’s pants were around his ankles, and he was stroking himself furiously as he gawked at his wife. If only the judge and jury could see him now.
I continued through the door to the private rooms and found Crystal sitting fully-dressed on the bed in one of them. She hopped up when I came in, moving her head from side-to-side, trying to look around me.
“Where’s Karen?” she asked, apparently relieved that I was alone.
“She left. Where’s Ted?”
“Not sure. Looking for Karen, I think.”
I gave Crystal a quick rundown on what had happened. Of course, she already knew that Karen was pissed about her being with Ted, but she hadn’t known that Karen left with one of the bulls. I told Crystal that I thought I knew where Karen had gone, and that I was going to go look for her. Crystal understood that I couldn’t take her with me, so we’d have to find another way for her to get home.
Just then, Max and Amy appeared in the doorway. Apparently, Max had overheard some of my conversation with Crystal. She gave Amy a kiss on the lips and said, “Honey, we gonna go look for Karen. Why don’t you give this sexy little thing a ride home?”
Amy nodded and grinned. “Sure. Her home or our home?”
Max smiled and gave Amy a little swat on the butt. “You bad.” She gave Amy another kiss. “We let you two work out the details.”
I gave Crystal a hug. “Baby, you okay with that?” I whispered.
Crystal gazed at Amy for a moment and then nodded. “Oh, yeah, Daddy,” she whispered back.
The four of us hurried back through the Voyeur Room. The trophy blond and the twins had collapsed into a heap on the bed. Sally flipped a switch and the glass went opaque.
We were out near the entrance door when Sally called out, “Wait!” She pointed at Max and me. “Stand next to each other.” She lifted her phone and snapped a photo of us. “I’ll send this to the security guard at the Oasis so he’ll know to let you in.”
Amy led Crystal to her car. Max and I waved goodbye to them as we walked across the lot to my car. I pushed the remote button, and the lights flashed. Max pulled up short and whistled under her breath.
“Oooo-wee. Look at you and that fancy-ass car.”
I walked around and held the door for her. She looked me up and down again, as if seeing me for the first time. “It really is too bad you ain’t black.”
“Yeah, well, it’s too bad you aren’t into men.”
“Oh, Sugar…don’t you know…some doors swing both ways.” She ran her forefinger down my chest and over my crotch. She gave my balls a little pat and dropped into her seat.
When we pulled up at the address in Kahala, I immediately recognized the house. It had been built on speculation back during the Japanese boom, and I had toured it at an open house when the builder was first trying to sell it
What I remembered most about the house was that it entirely surrounded a large landscaped courtyard, complete with waterfall and swimming pool. An oasis. I remembered thinking at the time that the total privacy of the courtyard would make the pool a great place for skinny dipping. So now, I had visions of Karen in the pool, surrounded by a bunch of naked and aroused bulls. My stomach knotted at the thought. I really hoped she knew what she was getting into…and that it wouldn’t be as extreme as what I was imagining.
As Max and I approached the front door, a large man stepped out of the shadows and wordlessly blocked our path. We stopped and waited while he pulled out his cell phone and touched the screen. His glance shifted between the screen and our faces a couple of times. Then, apparently satisfied that Sally had authorized us, he unlocked the door and mutely ushered us inside.
We were alone in a dark living room. The only light came from the sliding glass doors that led to the interior courtyard. Even though the doors were closed…probably because of the air conditioning in the living room…I could hear the muted thump-thump-thump of music coming from outside.
I was somewhat surprised…and greatly relieved…that the place wasn’t packed with naked bulls having their way with Karen. In fact, the only people I saw were a man and woman in the pool. They had their backs to me, but they did appear to be naked, and the woman was a brunette haole who did appear to be Karen. The man was Asian, but I didn’t immediately recognize him as being one of the bulls from the club. In fact, I got the impression that he was somewhat older…maybe closer to my age.
Seeing Karen with that man befuddled me. After all the flirting she had done earlier with PD, I had been expecting to find her with him…and perhaps som
e of the other bulls.
Max and I crossed the living room, and I opened one of the sliding glass doors. To my surprise, the music wasn’t much louder with the door open. It had that soft-but-full-bodied quality of heavily amplified music played at low volume. I guessed they didn’t want the neighbors calling the cops to complain about the noise.
As I slid it open, the heavy glass door made a low, rumbling sound that attracted the attention of the couple in the pool. When they turned and looked toward us, I was stunned to see that the brunette wasn’t Karen. She was one of the sorority girls from the club…not the pledge who had taken on three bulls, but one of the other sisters.
So where was Karen? I was concerned about how much Xanax she might have taken and how much she had had to drink. And I was unnerved by what Sally had said. I mean, she’s been gangbanged before, right? Was a herd of bulls already tag-teaming Karen in one of the bedrooms? I looked around the dark courtyard at all the doors and windows. I knew that some of them led to the bedrooms, but I couldn’t remember which ones. I didn’t see any tell-tale lights. In fact, the only light came from the pool.
The sound of water splashing caught my attention. The couple was climbing out of the pool. They wrapped towels around themselves and strolled past us toward what I assumed to be a bedroom door. Now that I could see him better, I recognized the man as a prominent local politician. I didn’t really know him, but we had been introduced a couple of times at social functions. He seemed to recognize me and gave me a slight nod. I nodded back.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered how a married, middle-aged politician came to be skinny dipping with a sorority girl who was younger than all three of his daughters. But I was so obsessed with finding Karen that I didn’t give it much conscious thought.
As they closed the door behind them, I noticed a faint odor of pakalolo wafting on the night breeze. I resumed scanning the courtyard and surrounding house. My eyes were adjusting to the dim light, and I began to see various objects sitting away from the pool in the far shadows of the courtyard. First was a tall padded bench. Probably used for outdoor massages, but right now it was unoccupied. Next was a loveseat and coffee table. Also unoccupied.
