Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

And Patty felt the first hot torrents of his cum gush against her womb like lancing flames of some raging inferno, filling her vaginal tunnel with sticky hot fire, overflowing it and cascading like some obscene waterfall around his now wildly jerking member to coat her pubic hair, mat them together with long sticky strands like evil threads of silk. And then, behind her, Jessup howling like a wounded beast, battering into her asshole with demoniacal force as his own climax seized hold of him. His great cock began to geyser forth thin, needlelike jets of cum, a different man's cum, to fill her rectum as Renault's seed was filling her cunt, fill it to overflowing so that Jessup's sperm burst out around his penis and flowed down to mix and blend with Renault's in her crotch and on his belly. And then the man whom she was masturbating cried out, a low wailing moan, and she felt his cock twitch and jerk against her stroking palm and still another stream of cum, like a torrent of blood pulsing from a severed artery, shot from the eye in his glans, shot straight up into the air to fall on Patty's wildly flailing hair, fall on her cheeks and stream into her hungrily opened mouth like droplets of molten lava.

And in that moment, as the two cocks inside her body, and the one roaring forth in her hand, poured white-hot seed into her and onto her, Patty felt her own climax surge, surge, and then;

She was there!

She too was cumming!

Pinwheels of light, all different colors; reds and blues and greens and yellows, kaleidoscopically spinning, exploded in back of her eyes and the very essence of her being soared free, ascending to that Shangri-La, bringing her to a pinnacle of wicked pleasure that she had never even dreamed of existed, never thought possible to achieve. She screamed. She screamed long and loud for the cocks gushing their fluid never to stop gushing, never to stop transporting her on this uncontrollable ride to blissful rapture.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She jerked and bucked and twisted like a dancer gone berserk, endeavoring to ingest every drop of cum, inundate her whole body, inside and out, with hot, gushing male sperm. Her tongue worked frantically over her lips, licking and swallowing the juice of the man she was jacking off, as the seeds of Renault and Jessup commingled in her belly and painted her crotch and saturated the bed. When first Renault's, and then Jessup's, pricks went limp and withdrew from her, she cried out mindlessly, soullessly for them to stay hard, stay inside her. But it was too late, they were gone… and gone, too, was the cock from her hand, having deflated and slid wetly from her cum-moistened palm.

Patty collapsed sideways, falling on her stomach to the side of the older man, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. She was utterly exhausted, drained, now that her own orgasm was beginning to wane. She lay there, unable to think, feeling a welcome lethargy begin to flow over her, feeling herself begin to drift on a cloud of satiation. Dimly, she heard the voices of the men she had just fucked, and been fucked by:

"Goddamn, I never had anything that good!"

"The best I ever had…”

"I thought my balls were going to burst, she was beating my meat so hard! I never had a cum like that…!"

She smiled in dreamy satisfaction. Yes, she thought sleepily, it was good, so very good, two cocks inside me and one in my hand is one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever known, to make them all cum together, and to cum with them, is the most wonderful feeling in the world… I'm nothing but a sick, depraved whore but oh God, I loved it, I loved every single rapturous moment of it…!

The last thing Patty felt were Rick Renault's hands turning her gently onto her back, opening her legs again, and then, seconds later, his soft, moist, tender kiss of gratitude on her wet, petal like cunt lips…

Patty was awakened from her drowsy state of completion by a steady shaking. She looked up through still drugged and sleepy eyes at the smiling face of Renault, who was bending over her, his hand still prodding her shoulder.

“C’mon, Patty, wake up. Wake up,” he said in a soft voice.

“Yes, Rick, I’m awake. What is it? More marijuana? It’s wearing off and I could use some more.”

“A little later, my dear. First, let’s go out in the garden.”

“The garden? Why there?” She sat up, trying to focus on the dim shape above her, moving her eyes around the bedroom. The others… Jessup and Laufgren, were gone now.

“Haven’t you ever fucked out in the open, Patty?" Renault asked solicitously. “It’s the best way I knew… under the stars, with only the trees and grass around… really back to nature, which is what sex is all about, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmmm,” Patty hummed, her thighs and nipples tingling at the idea. “Yes, it sounds like freedom itself. Let’s go out to the garden, lover, and screw each other into the earth.

Slowly she rose from the bed, her nakedness a delightful enhancement to the moment. Her pubic hair rippled and brushed against her thighs as she staggered uncertainly toward the door. Renault walked next to her, one hand kneading a breast, a nervous state of excitement making his lustful penis leap into full, throbbing erection. Patty fondled the cock as they continued out through the study and into the balmy night air, the cool ground making her toes contract and tingle. They sauntered into the oleanders, following a little path which wound among the shrubbery, lushly grassed clearing with a little fish pond and fountain at one end.

“Here,” he murmured in her ear. “Let’s fuck here.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pressed his nudity hard against her, rubbing hips and thighs together, bringing in the rush of openness, a deep tremor of real response from her.

Then she turned, and the sigh which was forming on her lips turned to an expression of shock. For out of the shadowed woods came, one by one, Harold, Pete, George, and Carter. Ugly leers of carnality contorted their drugged faces, and their bare bodies glistened with the sweat of recent perversity.

“What… what is this, Rick?”

“Surprise, Patty. A little surprise party of your very own.”

She heard snickers from the men, and her stomach began to clutch at itself with dread. The numbing influence of the smoking fled with the fear she suddenly experienced, and as she gaped at the surrounding circle of lust-excited males. Perhaps she could take them all on if she were still under marijuana, but now she was completely conscious! At last she managed to say to Renault, “Pl… please, Rick, I beg you, tell me what’s going on?”

“Sure,” Harold said, “tell her, Rick. It was your idea, after all.”

Renault shrugged nonchalantly. “Patty, my dear, you have to understand my position. You see, your friend Marcia was a little careless one evening, I’m afraid. She, ah, posed for some pictures.”

“Pictures? Marcia?”

“Yes. Here, see for yourself.”

For the first time, Patty noticed that Renault was carrying a brown manila envelope in his left hand, and he opened it and took out a set of full color glossy snapshots. One by one Renault handed the photos to Patty, making lewd comments with each one.

“I think there’s enough moonlight for you to be able to see the actions clearly. How’s this one, with her sucking a cock?”

She gasped as she saw Marcia’s mouth stretched wide over a man’s enormous shaft, her lips locked on it as though they were stitched to him. A ripple of sensation passed through Patty as she wondered who was the male with so big a penis as that, for it was much bigger than Frank’s or Val’s or any of the men’s assembled here. She flipped guiltily to the next one, which was of her friend sitting on a couch with her legs spread wide apart and she could see the man was kneeling between her thighs, his tongue clearly curling into the spread vaginal lips. And again, she could feel a slight involuntary moistness beginning in her own cunt and her hands began to shake as the emotions on Marcia’s face transmitted themselves to her own body.