Robert Desmond - House of Evil

Braun's breath sounded thick and heavy now and she could see thin white flecks of spittle joining each other to grow heavy and run down from his lips as he stared like a man in a trance at the bed just out of her view. His penis frightened her so much it was almost as though she were seeing one for the first time. It was monstrous and she could not even imagine having something that big inside her… My Lord, such a massive thing would ruin her for life if she ever tried to take it between her legs!

Then, in her dazed state, the lovely girl thought she saw an almost imperceptible flick of the shiny-headed man's beady eyes toward the spot where she stood. What if he should turn a little and discover her watching him? How on earth could she possibly explain the fact that she had been caught spying on the idiot as he obscenely masturbated himself? No one would ever believe her when she tried to tell how she had been a victim of circumstances and had seen Braun only by accident.

Nadalee heaved a soundless sigh of relief when she saw him turn slightly away to gain a better view of whatever was happening over on the bed. As the tempo of the noises inside increased, she had to admit that her curiosity to know what was going on had been piqued to an almost maddeningly intense desire to chance a look in for herself. At last it became too much for her and she moved cautiously backward out of Braun's range of vision to lean against the wall a few inches from the stationary frame of the doorway. Then, leaning forward, the girl placed her fingertips against the door itself and gently eased it forward until the bed across the room came into view by degrees. Her whole body was shaking violently and the fear she felt made it almost impossible to draw air into her lungs without feeling nauseous. When she saw the two forms on the bed, it took her brain an extra moment to register what her eyes had already communicated to it an instant before.

A chilling shiver ran crazily up the length of her spine and lodged perilously in her throat, almost causing her to retch then and there. Right before her very eyes, clearly illuminated by the bright daylight pouring in through the open shutters in the other bedroom, she saw George and Dolores Blackwell coupled lewdly on the bed, their naked bodies thrashing wildly as their loins smacked wetly and wantonly together. Nadalee felt the blood draining from her head and she had to fight for a moment to remain on her feet as waves of blackness crossed over her consciousness from the sudden shock of catching the older man and woman in the act of love. It was what she had watched Braun gazing at so intently before she had stepped backward to her present vantage-point.

"Ooooh, fuck me, baby, fuck me," Dolores moaned up at George, her eyes clenched tightly shut as she ground her pelvis forward against the big man's loins. The foot of the bed was pointed directly at the doorway and Nadalee could see her employer's hard, thick penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made in his blonde wife's willingly sucking vagina. It was the first time that Nadalee had ever seen other people actually making love and she was frozen to the door, unable to move, as she watched with detached revulsion the ravishment of the stunning older woman's aroused and more than willing body on the swaying bed against the far wall of the adjoining room.

Nadalee could not help but study with horrified interest how the woman's legs were splayed out wide on either side of her husband's plunging body and occasionally kicked high in the air. Then the blonde folded them around his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs to pull him into her with all the strength of a tiger. Nadalee could see the muscles standing out on the woman's inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed she-demon to get him deeper inside her.

Then Nadalee saw George Blackwell drop his enormous hands down lower to cup his blonde wife's naked white buttocks with a savage strength that gouged the blunt tips of his fingers cruelly and deeply into the flaccid smoothness of her flesh. He squeezed the soft rounded globes tightly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Nadalee found herself straining her eyes for a better view of the thin, ragged edges of the blonde's vagina clasping hungrily around the pistoning shaft as though it were a starving mouth nibbling greedily at the feast of hardness. The beautiful young maid could see the soft golden pubic hairs that surrounded the parted lips grazing teasingly against the pulsing corded ridge that ran along the full length of the underside of his penis. It was an obscene but fascinating sight that caused an unwanted flutter of sensation in her alert nerve-ends and made her legs shake more violently than ever.

Blackwell's wife's hotly quivering buttocks were grinding faster now and their mewls and groans of pleasure were becoming more and more desperate as Nadalee stood gazing at them through glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes as if she were hypnotized by the lewd spectacle taking place on the bed. George's impassioned wife made wilder and more demonic thrusts which were met with equal fury by the big millionaire's pelvis, smacking down hard into her, slamming her nakedly writhing body back down into the mattress with each powerful stroke. The loud slapping sound of sweat-soaked stomach against sweat-soaked stomach echoed lewdly throughout the room as the thirty-five year-old woman curled and uncurled her legs in frantic final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her curvaceous body down into the wildly squeaking mattress with each mighty surge.

Nadalee's breath came increasingly faster as she continued to observe the shameless pair's insanely rhythmic fucking motions grow more and more viciously demanding with each passing second. They were both puffing heavily and the mesmerized young girl could see small rivulets of sweat streaming down over Mr. Blackwell's grinding and hollowing buttocks as he worked frenziedly over his sex-craved wife's writhing body. Small beads of gleaming perspiration had also formed on the shapely blonde woman's brow from the heat of her ceaseless exertions and her large wide-open blue eyes were glassy and unseeing as she bucked upward to meet her husband's hard driving loins.

As she stared with intense concentration at her lusting employers, Nadalee suddenly realized that the tiny rustlings of sensation in her limbs had become undeniably pleasurable during the last minutes. Despite the fact that she loathed to admit it, the luscious teen-aged wife knew that her vaginal lips were slippery with moist wetness and throbbed into the crotchband of her sheer nylon panties. She felt a tingling hardness at the tips of her pinkish-brown nipples and the cheeks of her buttocks flexed involuntarily to the pounding rhythm of the Blackwells' love-making. Oh my God, she moaned inwardly, she had actually permitted herself to become sexually stimulated by observing the obscene performance across the room. No, no, she protested to herself in horror, struggling against acceptance of the thought that Newton might have been right to call her a shamelessly evil person those times soon after they were married when her passion during sessions of intercourse had overwhelmed her to the point of near abandon. It was not true! And yet she remembered how once she had been actually on the threshold of what must have been orgasm. Her brown-haired young husband had sensed something devilishly fantastic about to take place in her and had abruptly rolled to one side to ward it off. Afterward, she had been so ashamed that she had not allowed herself to lose control ever again.

Now, though, Nadalee's nerves seemed to be threatening her again with sensual betrayal. She stood quivering in the doorway with her right cheek pressed firmly against the cool enamel covering the wooden frame, her magnificent large breasts rapidly rising and falling with every short panting breath she took. It required all the strength she had to fight back the sudden desire to lower her hand down to her own lust-lubricated vagina. Even so, incredible sensations of delight made her erect clitoris pulsate and secrete a fresh trickle of cuntal juices until her panties were soaked through and through. She had not been this excited since the first days of her marriage and it seemed to her that she would either have to scream or explode fairly soon.