Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

With a groan of tormented lust, Patty guided Renault's large, wet, rockhard shaft to her lips. She tasted the faintly acrid saltiness of the seminal lubrication sliming the glans and felt the great bloated head resting against their petal softness; and then she opened her mouth and took the head inside, acutely aware of Renault's burgeoning tongue and driving finger, and her hot moist cavern began to suck slowly, rhythmically, the hard flesh. She ran her tongue wetly around the head, easing the tip into the unseeing eye, eliciting moans of lusting pleasure from his buried head in her crotch. Then her head pumping wildly, crazily up and down, licking and reveling the great shaft between her convoluting lips, wondering with an alien part that she had not known existed in her mind how she could never have wanted to suck a man before, never have wanted to taste a hot, hard male organ in her mouth. It felt so good, so good, oh God she could feel her cum beginning to build inside her again, build and build as Renault tongued her cunt and probed mercilessly in her anus with his finger, and she began to suck him faster and faster, tasting the rigid shaft as it slammed all the way back against her larynx, fondling Renault's bloated, sperm laden balls now, cupping them tenderly in her hand, squeezing them gently, lovingly.

Suddenly, she remembered the movie screen and her eyes flew sideways to look once more upon the technicolor images which danced there. The sight she beheld now was more disgusting and yet more enticing than any she could have imagined. The young girl was still wildly mouthing the redhead's cuntal opening, and the redhead's legs were still clasped tightly about the girl's neck, her own buttocks still upturned high into the young, gleaming face slavering between her legs. But the greyhound had mounted the girl from behind, and Patty could see its huge forepaws sawing wildly at her sides and its large wet, crimson penis standing erect from its furry loins as its hind paws danced on the bed. The girl reached behind her as Patty watched, her hips wildly rotating in anticipation of the soon-to-be invasion of the dog's great prick, and grasped the pink, glistening member firmly, guiding it toward her upturned crotch. She moved her knees out wildly, opening her cuntal mouth in preparation for the greyhound's entrance. Then she had the wet cock of the animal at her vaginal opening, still sucking and madly licking the redhead's churning cunt, and aimed it inside, parted the soft, sparse pubic hair with the tip and managing to insert the slippery head into her squirming passage. The greyhound needed no further encouragement; it bucked forward savagely, driving its large pole deep into her soft pink cunt. The dog's great hairy testicles bounced against her lust soaked pubic hair as it thrust with impossible speed into her, its long tongue lolling out of the side of its panting mouth, its forepaws circling her belly in a tight lover's embrace. The girl's firm, ripe breasts danced a macabre fertility ritual, bouncing up against the redhead's slickly wet buttock cheeks, and her head seemed to be moving in the redhead's furrow almost as fast as the animal was pistoning its animal cock into her cunt from behind.

Patty, driven to heights of lust-pleasure that were unbearable now by the face burrowed in her crotch, by the cock buried in her mouth and the finger buried in her asshole, by the insanely perverted action on the movie screen, knew she was going to cum any second. Little expectant mewls of overwhelming desire gurgled from her throat, past Renault's steaming prick as she began to suck him harder with her soft, warm mouth. He was making sounds, too, in her furrow, his tonguings seeming to be hotter now, more abandoned than before and his balls cupped in her hand were churning as if with a life of their own; she knew his release was only moments away, the same as hers.

He was right, he was right, we are going to cum together, oh God, lovely, lovely, lovely, we're going to cum together!

Her eyes went to the screen again, saw the greyhound jerking into the young girl's cunt with its hot, wet probe faster and faster. Her torso whipped crazily from side to side, and the redhaired woman's head was flailing insanely. They're going to cum too, Patty thought, all of them, all five of us are going to cum together, I never knew there could be such sheer, pure joy in all the universe…

The young girl rammed her buttocks back against the animal with renewed frenzy as her orgasm took hold of her; and then the dog was cumming too, spewing great gushers of molten sperm deep into her belly, overflowing her passage so that rivers of the hot white liquid oozed out from her vagina as it sought to milk every last drop from the dog's great prick, oozed down along the backs of her thighs to form puddles on the bed at her knees. The redhead was climaxing now as well, and she whipped her head up off the bed, holding it stiff, her eyes glazed over and unseeing as her release flowed and flowed and flowed through her…

I'm… cumming… too… I'm… cumming… too… cumming, cumming, aaagghh cuuummmmiiiinnnngggggg…!

Patty's passion-crazed brain chanted the silent words as she felt her own orgasm seize her and render her deliciously, rapturously mindless, sending her into orbit, out far, far into space where no human had ever gone before. She jerked and convulsed, swirling her buttocks into Renault's face, flowing her juices down over his face, inundating it, drowning him. Her lips worked feverishly around his cock, cupping and squeezing his balls, and then suddenly he flexed upward, burying his tumescent shaft to the hilt in her throat and she felt the first jetting spurts of cum erupt along his urethra tube and through the glans opening and into her mouth, filling it. Her throat worked, tightening and untightening as the great tidal flood of semen, of burning cum juice, rushed into her wildly ovaling mouth. She swallowed frantically to keep from choking on his foaming seed, her cheeks hollowing again and again as she drank every last droplet of his ejaculation..

Moments later, all too brief those moments, her climax waned. As it did, she felt Renault's slippery now flaccid prick slide from between her lips with a wet sluicing noise, and she collapsed forward, her head cradled on his wizened thighs, her hands still cradling the soft, now-almost-flat brown sack of his scrotum. Dimly, through satiated, drowsily, marijuana-deadened eyes, she saw the color images again, saw the young girl lying with her wet cheek on the redhead's belly, her eyes tightly shut and a beatific smile on her lips while the redhead gratefully, tenderly stroked her raven hair, smiling a small fulfilled smile of her own. And the greyhound, its tail wagging, licked at the girl's sweat-slick ass cheeks as if wanting to thank her, and the now-still moons, for the great enjoyment of only moments earlier.

Then, abruptly, the film ended and there was only the white square of flickering light on the screen again. Patty's eyes closed, feeling Renault's hands relax on her buttocks, his finger still impaled in her anus but his face now unmoving in her satiated crotch. Moments later, she had fallen into a deep, dreamless stuporous sleep.

Patty awoke to the sound of a dog howling in the distance. It sounded like the dog in the film, she thought blurriedly as she looked up at the ceiling.

She frowned, confused. Where was she? It didn't look like the ceiling in Marcia's bedroom, the powder blue one with the single light fixture… no, it was another room in a strange house and there was a different odor. She moaned slightly from the odd situation she found herself in, trying to place the smell which assailed her nostrils like something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned, for her muscles were sore between her thighs and it was hard for her to move them. She lay still until the pain went away.