Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

Unable to handle the fact of her fall, her moral mind, loaded down with its middle-class, Puritanical principles, retreated strategically, allowing her the fantasy that it wasn't really a relative stranger who was going to couple with her sexually; it was her husband Frank. That was what she really wanted anyway, so it was easy for her to envision Frank's mouth kissing her… Frank's hands undressing and arousing her… and Frank, who would be thrusting deep into her… Desperately she imagined it, and it was so… for her!

Then she was helping him by leaning forward, shrugging her shoulders as he removed the sleeves of her dress down over her arms, turning slightly so that he could undo the hooks of her brassiere and shivering as it came off and she felt a wash of cool air over her naked breasts. Almost in the next instant, her host's strong-fingered hands were cupping her heaving breasts, kneading them, and she was aware of her sensitive nipples coned out hard against the rough palm of his hand. She opened her eyes slightly, finding her vision blurred, and feeling a dizziness that could only be caused by the two martinis she had slugged down. Over by the fireplace, she made out the four figures coupled there; however she couldn't figure out what was happening with Gene Barber and Jim's wife Charlotte. The black-haired woman was on her knees, while Gene mounted her from behind. At first, it looked as though he was fucking her animal-fashion, as she had seen her husband on the Harding's bed, slaving away behind Nancy Barber, but there was something different. Gasping her disbelief, she realized that Charlotte's hand was there, reaching back between her legs and gripping the shaft of the lawyer's throbbing cock, as she guided it alternately into both openings of her loins. "Oh, no!"

Jim, whose mouth had dropped down to nibble and suck at the berry-like buds of her now fully erect nipples, raised his head inquisitively and followed her staring gaze.

"Y-your wife! She's being…" Cheryl couldn't think of the right word for it.

"She loves it that way…" he said mildly, returning to suck Cheryl's other breast.

"But… it's…!"

"Anal intercourse…!" He said it off hand, dismissing it as unimportant to him. "A lot of women are really turned on by it! Charlotte likes the combination!"

"Ugh!"

"Don't knock it unless you've tried it!"

"I–I'd never… do that!"

"Don't bet on it!" Jim was pulling her dress down over her hips now, and she wriggled and raised up to help him get it off. Then hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he pulled them slowly down, allowing the salacious gaze of his blue eyes to devour the loveliness of her small milk-white body.

Suddenly, Jim Harding was standing tall and dominating over her, and he was grasping her by the ankles and hauling her petite body around until she was lying flat on the couch with her buttocks up on the low arm, the soft upholstery allowing her a measure of comfort.

Kneeling, he came swiftly in between her soft white thighs, parting them with his hands and draping her knees up over his shoulders. She knew what he was going to do, and she tried to writhe away from him, moaning a low, throaty animal-like sound in her throat. Oh, God! If he ever touches me there… with his tongue…

But the huge muscular man was no match for her. He forced her to lie still with steel-fingered hands which gripped her legs and kept them parted.

She tried to protest, but he was deaf to her plea. His blond head went down between her trembling thighs, as he held them firmly wide-splayed, the whole of her pussy upturned and naked before him. There between her legs he saw the tiny moist portal of her vagina, the fleshy lips fringed with light brown pubic hair, and above the tiny hard bud of her clitoris throbbed in its covert crease. Christ! What a gorgeous little cunt! Probably tight as hell! He found it hard to believe that she had already borne two children!

Grunting like an animal, Jim lowered his mouth to capture her fearfully cringing vaginal mouth, his tongue curling to lick up and down and around the short length of her tiny, fully hardened clitoris. Her body spasmed jerkily with the moist contact, eliciting a moan of ecstasy mixed with a heart-rending cry of defeat, for until the very last moment she had been determined to resist him.

Cheryl's head flailed helplessly as flashing sensations of desire seared her naked belly. Now, there was no hope for her. She was going to be fucked just as surely as night follows day! As her head rolled to the side, she saw Nancy Barber's long slim legs scissoring out on either side of Frank's cock-driving hips, and she had the impression that the woman, lying on her back, taking all of her husband's pounding cock up inside her cunt was just about ready to explode into orgasm. It was then that her fantasy-bubble burst. God! Frank's bringing her… bringing Nancy to climax! And it couldn't possibly be Frank, too, whose tantalizing tongue was down there slipping in and out of her own seeping vaginal opening… making her want to let him do anything he wanted. It was Jim! Jim Harding was the one who was doing it to her! And he's the one who's going to… fuck me! Again, she found it easy to think it. Yes, damn it! I'm going to get fucked! There's no way I can stop it, now! Perversely, then, she wanted Frank to be watching when she did… wanted to see what effect it would have on him… how it would make him feel.

And Frank Paynter, slamming his expanding cock to the utmost depths of Nancy Barber's clasping cuntal sheath was exhilarated. For the first time there was no fear in him that he would cum too soon. Christ! I feel like my hard-on could last forever! Then, he modified his thought: At least, I feel like I could keep right on fucking, until I've laid at least one other woman! He knew exactly who she would be, too: his own wife Cheryl! The sound of her voice protesting something someone was doing to her had prompted him to look back over his shoulder. In that glance, swift as it was, he saw that his wife was on the couch, her legs draped up over their host's shoulders while his voracious mouth licked and sucked at her writhing pussy. Her lovely, pixie-like face was contorted with a passion he had never seen in her before. Damn! She's really turned on! That's why he was determined to last long enough. I'll finish up with Nancy in a minute or two, then, damn it, Cheryl's going to get some real fucking!

Like a man gone berserk, he pounded deep into Nancy's quivering white belly, exulting as she thrust back at him with vigorous, countering thrusts of her own. She was moaning incessantly beneath him, urging him on, "Fuck me hard! Shove your cock into me… deep and hard! Fill my cunt with it, Frank, darling! Make me know I've been fucked by a real man! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"

Then she was convulsing beneath his battering cock, her legs scissoring lewdly out around his flexing hips, her passion-contorted lips screaming her complete satisfaction. "Oooooooooohhhhh! Oh! I'm cumming! Now! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhh!" He saw her head rolling from side to side uncontrollably, her auburn hair trailing in lustrous strands around her face and her green eyes glazed with the intensity of her rapture.

He stopped then, holding himself above her, while he held his rock-hard cock deep up inside her, burying it in her to feel the clasping interior muscles milk involuntarily at his massive cock-shaft. God! It was a good feeling to know that he could hold back… that the old bugaboo of cumming too soon was behind him!

Nancy's eyes were looking up at him from her sensitive, artistic face. They held a mixture of gratitude and awe, as she choked out, "OOoohh, Frank, darling… that was just out of this world! It gets better… with you… every time!"