Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

Patty was approaching Nirvana, ascending toward heights of release heretofore unimaginable. Her cuntal passage was one great throbbing pleasure-pain, the magnitude of that mixture so intense as to render her almost insane as she sought to cum, to make this old man beneath her and inside her cum, the two of them cum together in one bursting, rapturous moment when the ascension to Nirvana would at last be realized.

She was only dimly aware of the sound of the bedroom door opening.

The voices which followed that sound only dimly reached her ears; "Holy Jesus Christ, is she giving old Rick a ride!"

"Goddamn yeah, she is!"

"I'd like to get in on that fuck! The way she's swinging that juicy ass of hers says that when she cums, it's going to be like skyrockets going off on the Fourth of July!"

"Well, why the hell don't you, Harry boy? Go over there and shove it in her asshole! That'll really send her off!"

"Hell yes, I think I will!"

As Patty continued to wildly impale her body up and down Renault's stiffened pole, she became aware that one of the two men who had been talking was approaching the bed, was kneeling down beside her. And then she felt hands on her spine, fingers digging into the flesh there; felt Renault's hand slip away to come around and stroke her sweating belly and the matted, slippery hair of her pubic mound. The full meaning of the brief conversation she had just heard burst into her brain at that moment, and she knew that the man behind her was going to put his penis into her rectum, as Val Robbins had put his huge rod into it the night before to destroy her anal virginity. Waves of lewd anticipation seized control of her body as the thought of still another male member buried inside her, at the thought of two huge, sperm-filled cocks fucking both of her orifices at the same time, she began to pump faster and faster, her cunt making wet sluicing sounds as it drew up and juices out around the hardened penis to pool down around Renault's prick, flowing her on his pubic hair and on downward to his belly.

Behind her, Harold Jessup leered with gathering lust at the upturned moons of Patty's firmly rounded ass. His large, thick cock touched one of the soft mounds, and the contact sent a sensation of sheer lust down into his cum-heavy balls. He dipped the fingers of both hands into the slick, hot crevice and drew the white globes of her buttocks wide apart to expose the brown nether ring of her asshole. It seemed to wink at him lustfully, little globules of sweat glistening on the puckered ring. Oh Christ, he had to fuck this hot little bitch there and he had to do it now! While she was still fucking Renault, while she was almost ready to cum!

Brutally, almost sadistically, he guided his gigantic totem pole to the opening and rammed forward, driving his cock into her rectum, sending it home with a wild searing heat, burying it to his abdomen. The rod ripped along the membraneous passage, still tight, still resisting in spite of the fucking Val had given it the previous evening, like some terrible pistoning jackhammer, and Jessup's balls slapped resoundingly against her wet, hot slit almost at the point where her cunt was sliding up and down around Renault's cock.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Patty screamed at the painful, sudden assault, and then she was gasping and mewling as Jessup flexed his hips once, twice, three times, fucking into her wide stretched rectum with sharp, short strokes. She stopped momentarily her mad riding of Renault's penis, and he grasped both her tits in his hands and squeezed them until she shouted with pain, and he bit the one nipple almost hard enough to draw blood from it.

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" he bellowed up at her.

She groaned and began her movements again, and then her anal passage grew accustomed to the fleshy, turgid shaft imbedded there; each ridge and muscle in her asshole contracted and gripped the invading cock, just as the muscles of her cunt were doing around the older man's still rockhard penis. She fucked back and then down, back and then down, attuning her movements to the strokes of the two pricks inside her. Renault's hands were still squeezing her breasts and he made small grunting animal sounds as he sucked and licked and nibbled at her nipple; behind her, Jessup clutched harshly at her hips as he thrust into her warm, forbidden depths of her rectum, the pressure of his straining, jerking thighs forcing her forward, forcing her one free tit to swirl and dance madly around Renault's heaving face.

"That's it, baby, that's it!" Jessup groaned as he fucked into her from behind, pushing the rubbery flesh of her anal passage before his lunging cock in rippling waves in her warm, greedy back channel.

Patty's vagina seemed to have a suction of its own as it worked up and down on Renault's cock, and she felt the man's hardened penis pushing against Jessup's sodomizing her anus so that the thin membrane of her vaginal and rectal walls seemed to not exist at all; it was as if the two parallel cocks were one, fused together in her two openings like a Siamese twin, a huge, monstrous Siamese cock tearing her body to wonderful, rapturous shreds from below and from behind. She could feel her cum building to the point of overflowing, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm took hold of her. She worked like a possessed woman, fucking down and back, taking and holding every inch of the two men inside her, fucking them rhythmically with her wet, lubricious loins, rolling and gyrating her hips and her crotch.

"Fuck me, both of you fuck me harder, harder, harderrrrrrr!" she cried out in a strange pleading voice. "I want you to… fuck me… fuck me… spew your loads into my cunt and into my asshole… fuck me, cum inside me, make me cum with you…

Her words, so obscene, incited Jessup to crazed, savage thrusts behind her; incited Renault to jerk his hips up off the bed and meet her downward thrust, grinding his shaft deeper into her cunt, ramming the swollen head against her cervix time and again. The exquisite unison of the two pistoning cocks and her own abandoned, frenzied twistings made the sight of the threesome on the bed seem to the watching eyes of the man who had come in with Harold Jessup, Carter Laufgren, to be like a six-legged crab gone mad, a surrealistic montage of a seance a trois. It was unbelievable!

Laufgren's cock was vibrating with rigid intensity as he stared at the woman and the two men on the bed. He began to stroke his shaft slightly, feeling the cum build in his own balls, and suddenly he, too, had to join in this crazed lustful scene which he was witnessing. He rushed forward and sat on the bed near Renault's head, twisting so that his cock brushed against Patty's outflung arm. Quickly, he raised her hand from the bed and placed it around his cock, moving it up and down in a few short strokes so that she knew what he wanted, and then released it. Patty's hand began to jack him off, faster and faster, expertly drawing the foreskin back and out, until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the cauldrons of his sperm-bloated balls verged on the moment of ejaculation.

Renault and Jessup were fucking Patty with a savage vengeance now, the latter's balls slapping loudly, wetly, against her crotch; and she fucked them down and back, grinding her pelvis and her buttocks, machinelike, on the fleshy rods, reveling in the lewd gushing sounds of her vaginal fluid and their early seminal emissions. She was vaguely aware of the unknown but hotly erect cock she was masturbating with her right hand, and that perverse act only seemed to increase her lust, her crescending orgasm. It wouldn't be long now, it wouldn't be long now.

Suddenly, Renault jerked upward, seeming to freeze immobile with his hips raised off the bed for a long moment, his cock burned to its hilt in the soft, petaled folds of her pussy. Then a thin, pig-like squeal rendered from his throat, and words that were almost incoherent burst into the sex-perfumed air; "Cumming, there… there cumming, ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg, oooohhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"