Chapter 6

Carol was in the best mood she had known for days as she leaned back into the car to pick up the sack of groceries. There was really no reason to be in a cheerful mood; the unwholesome situation in which she and Kit lived had not changed. But Jack had been out of town on a business trip since the day after the dildo episode, and Kit was showing signs of seeing the light. The lack of actual participation somehow dulled the edges of her resentment...

Until she saw the dog, still tied in one side of the carport. Big and friendly, he was nevertheless a vivid reminder of Jack's perversion. Through sheer good fortune, circumstances had been such that they had not yet been used by the dog in his official capacity. But Jack had given specific instructions that he was not to be returned to the kennel...

In spite of her feelings Carol checked the dog's water bowl and reached down to pat his head as she passed. The dog was a likable one, and whatever the outcome he was not to blame. But she got a funny feeling as he licked the palm of her hand--would she eventually feel that rough but soft tongue in a more intimate place? "Okay, boy, that's enough. I like you, too, but..." Carol shuddered a little as she moved away from the dog. Her eyes automatically went underneath his body to his fully sheathed penis. Damn, it was probably a big one... Carol's mood was considerably more somber as she turned and left the carport.

And Kit's expression did nothing to dispel Carol's growing gloom as she entered the kitchen. "Hi, honey. Boy, this sack is heavy. But then it ought to be, as high as groceries are now."

She put the sack on the kitchen cabinet and turned toward Kit, who sat at the table in the little recessed breakfast nook. Carol was surprised to see three beer cans on the table. "Say, child, that's a lot of beer, for you. Trying to go the alcoholic route?"

Kit turned grim eyes up to her mother. "I'd like to. I'd be drinking whiskey, except we're out of it. That's something else we have to do--lay in a supply of liquor."

Carol stared at her daughter, well aware now that something was wrong. She stood with one hand still on the sack of groceries. "Alright Kit, what is it? Something's got you bugged..."

Kit took a sip of beer before she replied? then looked up at the standing woman. "I'm more than just bugged, Mom. Jack's back; he called from the office. He... Mom, he's got a party on for tonight. Here, with us. What I mean is, we're to entertain the guests he brings home. Men--customers, I guess." The obviously distressed girl paused. "Mom--it's to be a fuck party. We'll have to let the men fuck us, just like we were whores hired to take care of his customers for the evening. The bastard-- making his family fuck so he can sell some more barroom fixtures. I hope his damn plumbing business goes to hell..."

Carol was surprised but not shocked by the news; she had half expected a development of this nature. She abandoned the groceries and slipped into a seat opposite Kit. "Baby, are you sure about all this? Did Jack come right out and say..."

"That we have to fuck his customers? No, he didn't--I think they were in the office when he called. But there's no mistake. He... he even said to be sure that the dog is well fed..."

Carol sighed. "Well, I guess that's clear enough. Apparently we're to finally have the pleasure of being fucked by a dog--and with an audience. That ought to sell some plumbing supplies." She paused, suddenly bone weary, then slowly got to her feet. "Well, I can see without asking that you're still not ready to get out of all this. If we've got to do it, I'm going to go take a long, hot bath. Maybe I'll fall asleep in the tub and drown No, hell--I'm too mad to go to sleep. Damn..." Carol turned to leave the kitchen. "Put the groceries up, Kit. There's some steak and milk that need to go in the refrigerator."

Kit looked at her mother. "Okay, I'll take care of it. Mom... mom, you're not mad at me are you? Oh, I know how you must feel--it seems stupid to you for me to stay on with Jack and take all this. I... I have been thinking quite a bit lately about leaving--ever since he made us use the dildos. But somehow I just can't quite do it... yet."

Carol's face softened as she looked at her distressed daughter. "Okay, honey. You can call the shots; after all it's your marriage. But I think it's a losing battle. Well, me for the tub. Maybe you ought to order the liquor while we're thinking about it..."

The atmosphere was just a little strained; Kit knew as she looked at the girls that they had had sex with her husband. Well, that was a small thing, by his standards...

"I... I'm sorry. Didn't mean to just leave you standing there. Come on in. Jack's not with you?"

The lush brunette smiled. "He's out picking up the men. Seems they're staying at three different motels, for some reason. I'm your husband's secretary, and this is Jean Simpson. She's been with the company about a month."

The pretty young girl smiled. "I'm glad to know you, Mrs. Ames. I wasn't really sure that we'd ever meet."

Kit studied the young blonde. She was sure that this was the girl Jack had mentioned hiring for public relations' purposes. Well, hell--he had apparently married largely for the same purpose...

Kit waved a hand toward the empty living room. "Sit down. My mother will be in in a minute. I... she'll be in on the party with us, as I suppose you know. Want something to drink?"

The brunette shook her head. "Not yet. I imagine there will be all the liquor we can handle a little later."

The little blonde giggled. "Nothing for me. My mother says I'm too young to drink, and I think she's right. But she hasn't said anything about fucking and smoking pot so I guess that's all right..."

Kit looked sharply at the girl. Her lewd language made it clear that she was well aware of the evening's basic purpose. Suddenly Kit felt a desire for as much information as she could get. Jack's secretary had known him a lot longer than Kit had, and probably even more intimately...

Kit sat down on the couch by the pretty brunette. Her eyes went briefly over the girl's full figure; it was the voluptuous type that Jack preferred. Then she looked up into the girl's cool eyes. "Nancy... I wonder... well, I wonder if you could tell me a little about this part of Jack's business. This is all new to me. These parties for his customers, I mean. Have you... well, have you been in on them before?"

The girl's smile was thin, but her tone seemed friendly. "Oh yes, a good many times. And Jean has entertained several times; in fact this is her principal duty."

Kit felt foolish as she flushed slightly. "Well, what I'm really getting at, I guess, is what these affairs are really like. I mean, what goes on exactly?"

Nancy looked steadily at the young wife as she felt a curious mixture of sympathy and contempt. She knew that Kit really knew the score; that she was merely grasping at straws. But Nancy also knew that Kit had not understood the situation when she married Jack, and it was a pretty rough thing for a young bride to be subjected to... "Mrs. Ames--Kit--I think you really know. We are here strictly for the pleasure of the men. To put it bluntly, so that they can fuck us. Or whatever they want to do; usually fucking is a fairly small part of it. For instance Jack tells me that he has a dog for tonight. I've never been quite sure why, but men seem to get a big bang out of seeing a girl fucked by a dog. I don't like it--I'm always afraid the dog will get hung up in my cunt like they do sometimes when they screw a bitch. Dog type bitch, that is. But so far it hasn't happened to me. Of course I haven't actually taken on a dog but just a few times. And I have to admit that they usually give me a good come..."

Kit felt a little sick; her desire for information had evaporated. "I... I see. Well, if you two won't have anything I think I'll have quick one. I feel like I'm going to need it..."

"Hey--that stuff ready?

The voice in the kitchen door made Carol look up as she put the finishing touches on a tray of sandwiches. "It's ready, Jack. Jack... come in a minute and close the door. Please."

Her son-in-law frowned slightly but did as she asked. "What is it, Carol? I need to get back out there--you do too. It's been a little slow so far. We got to get a little life in this thing..."

Carol faced this man whom she had come to despise. "Jack-- what exactly do you want us to do? Kit, I mean. Can't you go easy on her? After all, she is your wife. And you've got three other women..."

The man shook his head impatiently. "Oh hell, Carol, don't start this crap. The fact that Kit's my wife adds a lot of spice for a couple of those bastards out there. They've wanted to try wife swapping and haven't had the nerve, and they're thinking that at least they're gonna get to fuck somebody's wife. Hell, Kit'll be okay. Don't worry about it. Come on--let's get those sandwiches out there. Two or three of them didn't have any dinner, and it's hell to fuck on an empty stomach...

Kit's walk was a little unsteady as she carried the two martini glasses. She had already had more to drink than she usually allowed herself in an entire evening. She just felt that she was going to need it although, so far, the party had been surprisingly mild...

"Here, Kit. You're about to pass me up. Don't do that."

The young wife turned and stared at the paunchy man on the couch. He was right--he was the one she had volunteered to get a drink for...

"Oh, sorry, Mr... Mr..."

"Henry, honey, call me Henry. Here, sit down by me. You look a little wobbly. Let me have the glasses."

Kit sided in relief as she slumped down beside the smiling man. She saw his eyes go to her legs as the short skirt of her micro sheath went high on her lush thighs... probably over the tops of her stockings, but she was too woozy to care. She quivered slightly as she felt one of his hands on her leg...

"Kit, honey--you're the sexiest little thing I've seen in a long time. When the fucking starts I want your cunt first-- okay?"

The bluntness of his proposal sobered the pretty young blonde slightly, but only for a moment. She smiled at him. He was a nice man--why shouldn't he fuck her first? "Okay, Mr. Henry, if you want to. I guess it's alright for you fuck me first. Say, maybe you shouldn't fuck me at all. Don't you have a wife?"

The man chuckled. "Sure do, honey, but that don't make no difference. You got a husband, too, don't you? He's the one told me how good your cunt is. You know, maybe I ought to check it out a little..."

Before the befuddled girl recognized the man's intention he leaned toward her and ran a sweaty hand in between her soft thighs. The fingers traveled without difficulty up to the band of her panties as Kit spread her legs slightly in an automatic reflex to his touch. Then she reacted and clamped her thighs against his inquiring hand.

"Oh... No, you shouldn't! That's not nice... my husband is here--he'll see you. Please--take your hand away. You shouldn't touch me like that..."

The man looked up at her impatiently. He was willing to put up with a minimum amount of apparent reluctance, but any real objection from one of the girls would be intolerable. He went along with her for the moment. "Hell, Kit, you don't mind my hand. Let me finger fuck you a little--make you feel good. I know a finger ain't like a prick up your cunt, but..."

Kit's alcohol befuddled mind rebelled. Her reaction to the drinks she had consumed was opposite to the usual one; instead of loosening her morals it tended to destroy the careful rationalizations with which she meant to justify her part in the evening's lewd activities. "No--no, you shouldn't try to play with me like that. It's not right. My... my husband is right over there..."

The paunchy man's limited tolerance vanished. "You damn right he's there. He's the one bragged about what good pussy you are." He turned toward Jack, who stood with Nancy in a small group at the bar. "Hey, Jack--comm'ere. Thought your wife was good cunt. Hell, she don't even wanna finger fuck. What the hell?"

The man's loud complaint brought Kit to her senses. She realized that she had been uncooperative, despite her earlier decision to comply with Jack's wishes. It dawned on her for the first time that she was actually a little afraid of her husband...

"What's the problem, Henry? Kit not treating you right? She will, I'll guarantee it. Maybe she's had a little more to drink than she should." Jack turned to Kit. "You're gonna be nice to Henry, aren't you baby? You're damn right you are. You read me, Kit?"

Kit understood him clearly enough, and she recognized the implied threat in his tone. Damn, if she was going to cooperate it was stupid to cause trouble before she did it...

"Jack... yes, darling, I read you. I... Henry misunderstood me, I think. I'll do whatever he wants me to. I... I want to do it. Please, honey--I'll cooperate..."

Jack looked at his young wife closely. "I know you will, Kit." He paused and then smiled at the man seated by the pretty blonde girl. "She'll be okay, Henry. Drinks may have got to her for a minute; she's not used to much alcohol. Tell you what-- we'll have her prove it to you. What would like to have her do? Anything you like..."

The man seemed to be appeased. The thought of having this lush young girl at his disposal quickly erased his displeasure. He stared down at her body and grinned. "Well now, Jack, I don't exactly know. Lots of things she could do, I guess. Hey--does she like to double fuck?"

Jack grinned. "At the moment she likes to do anything. What kind of a double fuck you have in mind?"

The man seemed eager now. "Well, maybe just a quick, stand- up deal here where everybody can see. Sandwich style--her in the middle between you and me. One of us in her cunt and the other in her asshole. How's that sound?"

Jack was not wildly enthusiastic about the proposal; it was not the way he had planned to start the activity. But, hell--it was as good a way as any. He could save the movies until later when everybody was trying to catch a second wind. Besides, there was no real alternative without risking the man's displeasure. And it happened that he was the most important customer in the group...

"Sure, Henry, why not? Sounds good to me. And I bet it does to Kit, too... right, darling?" The look in Jack's eyes as he turned to his wife made her range of choice clear.

"I... yes, Jack. Anything you say. I'll be glad to... accommodate Henry."

The man's good humor returned. He exploded with laughter at Kit's reply. "Hey, honey, you sure talk sweet. But I don't wanna accommodate," I wanna fuck. That mean the same thing, baby? Tell me if it does--tell me you want me to fuck you. Go on, baby--I wanna hear you say it."

Jack grinned down at his young wife as she sat before him on the couch. He welcomed her discomfort; it served her right for incurring the man's displeasure. And now that he thought of it, the man's proposal seemed more and more attractive. "Well, go on, Kit--tell the gentlemen that you want him to fuck you. Tell him how you'd like for him to do it."

Kit felt herself flush as she turned to the man at her side and forced herself to speak softly." I... I do want you to fuck me. However you want to. If you want to double fuck me with my husband, I'll be glad..."

Jack cut her off. "Speak up, Kit, nobody can hear you." He paused as an idea struck him, then turned to the scattered group of people. "Hey, everybody--give me your attention. Everybody-- -please..."

He waited for a minute until the buzz of conversation died and the group turned to look at the trio at the couch. Jack was grinning as he held up a hand. "Come a little closer, if you will. My wife has something to say that I think you'll find interesting. That's it--come in a little closer. I had planned some movies to start the ball rolling, but I think my sweet little wife wants to do it instead." Jack looked down at the increasingly nervous young girl he had married. "Alright, darling--tell them about it. About what Henry proposed, and what you're going to do. Speak up so everybody can hear you. I know they'll be interested. Go ahead..."

Kit felt numb, but she knew that Jack would not tolerate less than full cooperation. But, God--how could he expect her to talk of such things before all these people? Then she moaned inwardly as it struck her that he wanted her not only to talk but also to perform in front of them. He wanted not only for her to serve as a whore, but to do it without the privacy in which a respectable whore plied her profession. But, as usual since this whole unholy mess began, she had no choice...

Kit drew a deep breath and faced the group, most of whom were now close to the couch and obviously eager for the act which would kick off the evening's fun. She made herself smile, and somehow she found it easier to talk than she had anticipated. "Well, I... I want Henry and Jack to--well, to double fuck me. I've never done it, but it ought to be wonderful for the girl. I think we're to do it standing up--me between them. I don't know who will take my cunt and who will have my asshole, but it doesn't really matter." Kit paused and looked up at her husband. "Is that alright, honey? Is that the way you want to do it?"

The man at her side answered before Jack could speak. "That's just right, baby. And I'm ready to fuck--right now. See what you done?" He took Kit's hand and pressed it in the crotch of his trousers, then humped his hips slightly under her hand in a lewd gesture that expressed his intentions graphically. And, to her surprise, Kit felt a certain warmth in her loins as her fingers tested the almost hard penis through the man's clothes. He seemed adequately equipped for the job he intended to do... damn, his penis was as big as Jack's. Kit's mind churned as it occurred to her that it would be better to have a smaller organ in her rectum...

But she had little time for such thoughts. Both men were now eager to begin, and the rest of the crowd was impatient for the start of the promised action. And, by no means least, Kit was herself ready, at least in the physical sense...

Jack seemed to take charge. He held out a hand to his pretty wife. "Stand up, honey, and get your clothes off. Time to fuck. Henry, let's you and me strip, too. You as ready as I am?"

The man beside Kit chuckled as he picked up his drink and finished it, then got to his feet. "More ready, I bet, Jack. You've had a lot of Kit's pussy before, but it's new stuff to me. Which side you want me to take?"

Jack laughed. "You're the guest here, Henry. Take your choice. You're welcome to my wife's cunt or her asshole, whichever you want. In fact you can have 'em both over the course of the evening..."

Both men were quickly undressing as they talked, but the eyes of the spectators saw only Kit's disrobing operation. The chore was a brief one; she wore no underclothes except her already moist bikini panties. That whispy material soon joined her sheath on one end of the couch, and she felt a stab of sensual excitement as she turned, nude except for garter belt and hose, to face the two naked men and the crowd behind them.

The crowd was impressed; they all seemed enthralled by Kit's young but mature body. At the edge of the group, Carol was surprised by the obvious power of her daughter's femininity over this fairly jaded bunch.

"Hey, look at them tits..."

"Tits, hell. Look at that cunt. Boy I bet that little thing's tight and juicy..."

Jack seemed proud of the impact his wife had on the assembly. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her gently so that she faced the people squarely, then shook her shoulders just enough to make the lush globes of her breasts quiver. He moved his hands down to the soft flesh and tweaked the already hard nipples...

"Jack... hey, ale buddy, I can't wait." Henry's voice reflected his anxiety. "These other jokers can get their rocks off in Kit later, if they want. Right now I got to fuck her. Jack, if it's okay with you I'll take her cunt and you can have her asshole. Think we're near enough the right height?"

The man's words focused Jack's attention on the act immediately at hand, and he found himself almost as aroused as the man who was about to sample Kit for the first time. The act they proposed was perverted enough to arouse Jack fully. He had become aware, in recent months, that his response to routine sex had tapered off noticeably, and that increasingly offbeat situations were necessary to arouse him fully. The development had been of some concern to him, but he had managed to keep sexually occupied in a variety of ways that partially masked the problem...

"Suits me, Henry. Okay Kit, right here. Face Henry--that's it. Now, let's see..." Jack backed off slightly to appraise the geometrical problem involved. The trouble with a lot of these three and four way deals was that they didn't work out in practice like they sounded in conversation, usually because the people involved just didn't fit properly. But in this case...