J. Benford - The Family Haven

Brenda Miller was still panting and enjoying the aftermath of her fierce fast fucking when one of Marko's girls helped her from the dark film-room to the coatroom not normally used by guests. It was Alice Marlow who helped Marko's latest victim to douche herself out. If Alice was not mistaken, this young wife would be visiting the club again, without her husband, not that he had been very much in evidence this time. She would be coming back again and again so that she could enjoy once more the sheer ecstasy of the sort of fucking she had just experienced. Next time it would not be with Silas. Oh, no. It would be with a client who would be paying Marko to have the fresh twat of a young attractive woman not too experienced in whoring.

Alice watched Brenda make her unsteady way back to the dance room. The douche she had used had contained a very powerful sperm-killer, so the young wife would be perfectly safe from pregnancy. But it had also contained an irritant that would make absolutely certain that the young woman would need plenty of hot-fucking in the near future. Alice knew where Mrs. Brenda Miller would come for her cunt-satisfaction. Marko was, once more, on the way to having another girl join his sex kingdom.

Marko was not a man to leave things to chance. Fate helped him sometimes, but never nearly as much as he helped himself. He did not find it difficult to get information about the Miller couple. It was just as easy to find out when Tim Miller would be away from home for a few days and nights, and easy to persuade Brenda Miller to come up to the club again for a little party, which Marko was giving to a few select friends.

Brenda had toyed with the idea of making a trip to town and a return visit to the Gregley club as soon as she got the chance. That chance would be when Tim was away on his travels and then out of the blue had come this invitation from Marko to his private party. Brenda felt flattered and she felt on top of the world when she arrived at the club and was escorted through to rooms around at the rear by the doorman, as if she had been nobility, at least.

She found about ten people already at the party. They were a mixed bag allright, and she did not like the look of some of them at all. One man, who from his voice she assumed was an American, was a huge brute, whose crew-cut hair and large florid face made look grotesque. He looked about sixty, but very strong. With him was a younger man, about twenty-nine or thirty, a pale-faced specimen of manhood. She hated the way "pale faced" eyed her, as if she was there to be bought if he so chose to pay for her.

At the bar was a man and woman in their middle forties. They seemed to be husband and wife, and that was how they were introduced to Brenda.

She was pleased to see the nice girl who had helped her that night after the film show. Brenda waved across the room to Alice Marlow. With introductions over, the party got down to the serious business of drinking and dancing. Brenda was soon feeling high and very happy, and she tried to keep pace with the glass-lifting of Alice… but it was a task beyond her. Alice seemed quite sober by comparison, and Brenda saw she was enjoying the way that pale strange young man was kissing her and feeling very boldly up under her dress.

By midnight, Brenda was well-past caring how she was going to get back to Reigate in the early hours of the morning. A lot of booze had been going down the hatch, music blared out and everyone was having a ball of a time. That man in his mid-forties, what was his name — С oh, yes, Brenda remembered — С they had been introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Lasson.

Well, there was no sign of Mrs. Lasson, but her husband was busy… very busy… he was tweaking Brenda's nipples as hard and as fast as he could as he swayed in front of her, and then leaned forward to nuzzle his boozy face against her cheeks, and kiss and murmur to her.

Suddenly Marko was in the center of the floor, holding up his arms.

"Quiet!" he cried. Then he announced that it was time for a little "specialty" and would they all take their seats. Brenda stumbled her way to a chair. In the journey she lost Mr. Lasson. Instead, to her dismay, she found she was sitting next to that pale-faced specimen who had been with Alice, and had been introduced to her with that huge gangster-looking man. If there was one man in the party she did not want to be near or have touch her, it was this anemic creep. She found him repulsive, and yet as she tried to get to her feet to find another chair he was grabbing at her waist and pulling her down beside him.

She tried to struggle. He showed remarkable strength, and all her efforts did were to help him to finish up on the carpet instead of on the chairs with her. She saw that several others were sprawled out on the thick carpet and so she had to remain there. In the center of the room a single beam light illuminated a space. The rest of the room was in darkness and Brenda was pleased about this as this awful pest was already feeling well up her legs under her dress. Into the spotlight came three figures, two women and one well-built handsome man. Brenda saw the man was wearing skin tight trousers and an open knit shirt.

Both garments clung to him to show off his massive build to the best advantage. The women were older than the man. One was a petite wellrounded blonde, the other a brunette and more angular in build. The "show" started by the handsome brute showing his admiration for the blonde woman, while the angular brunette was very interested in the man. The trio acted well. The blonde expressed fear at the attentions of the man, the brunette was avid in her caressing of the male prize, but at last gave up her fondling of him to help strip the struggling blonde. The room filled with the sound of the blonde's clothing being unzipped and torn. When she was stripped to her stockings, the fleshy little blonde was held by the other woman while the man went to work on her with his hands and his mouth. The thrilling part of the act was to see how the struggling, protesting blonde gradually surrendered herself to the lascivious thrill that the obscene fingering and kissing of the huge man made her experience.

While the blonde lay writhing in complete surrender, the brunette commenced to strip the rampant man. The watching Brenda felt the same thrill when this handsome brute was exposed to the one she had felt at the film show when on the screen she had seen the huge prick of Silas.

This horrid pale-skinned man now with her was frigging her lewdly and fiercely as she moaned at the sight of the great erect prick of the 'showman.' The angular woman was getting her own clothes off now, and when she was down to her nylons and girdle she began to use her mouth on the man to get his already horse-like cock even more stiffly erect and throbbing. Brenda was getting the urge to get her hands on a man's prick and balls. Horrid and repulsive as her companion was to her, she could not resist getting her hands to his fly. She was soon eagerly rubbing his prick while he frigged her, and they both reveled in the fierce way that the blonde was getting fucked right there a few feet away from them in the full glare of the spotlight. The naked angular woman had been given a lifelike flesh colored dildo which she used energetically on herself, while her blonde companion was getting the real thing up her twat. Then, when all three had reached and expressed vividly in movement and voice their complete fulfillment, the spotlight went out. The room was in darkness, and Brenda found herself being drawn to her feet and taken across the room. Not until she was in another room and the light was turned on, did she see she was in a bedroom, alone with the pale-faced character.

She watched him getting his clothing off — when he saw she was standing there gaping at him, he almost spat the words at her — "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snapped angrily, "unless, that is, you want me to tear them off you piece by piece from that lush body you've got."