Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

She ground her cunt up to his face, pulling him over her in an attempt to get his cock to jam itself in her pussy, for his maddening lickings had made her want his penis like a woman possessed. And then Renault was there, his face above hers, his own cock jutting from his kneeling body above her. Forgotten was her debasement, her shame, her fears, for the devils danced and she needed but one thing now a cock… any cock… but cock it had to be! Renault grinned and he yanked Fugazi off her. “I want to fuck her, Pete. I’m going to cum right now, all over the place if I don’t shove it inside her.”

“Put in a stroke for me,” Fugazi growled, but he rolled aside and then Renault was on Patty, kissing her lips and nose and neck while her tongue slavered over his victoriously grinning face. Then she reached between them and guided his thin penis, its blood-filled head a questing rodent of its own, into the now gaping gorge of her cunt. He smashed down on her, making her emit a deep groan as her buttocks were ground hard down into the earth. He levered up, ramming his familiar cock as far as possible into her clasping, hungered vagina. His balls smacked loudly against her upturned ass, his hard, hairy stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.

She strained against him, wanting more, much more of him inside that insane cuntal passage she possessed. “Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper, old man!” she screamed frantically. She clutched at the cheeks of his driving buttocks and drove his prick into her. “Oh Christ, you’re not enough!” she wailed. You’re not enough!”

The Laufgren brothers laughed at this, and jibbed Renault at not being man enough. Renault, his face contorted with a mixture of lust and fury, crammed his tongue into Patty’s mouth in an effort to compensate, the saliva drooling down her chin unheeded. Rabidly, she sucked on it, her body caught in the convulsive vortex of naked, raw passion. She could not, did not want to fathom why she was as venerous as this… but she was. Cock! Cock! That was all; she had to have cock!

She howled with frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow him greater access to her steaming, gyrating whirlwind of pussy, but he was unable to take full advantage. His lashing weapon drubbed her cunt mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain from him as his pelvis hammered her crotch with brutal, splattering drives, and then he came, groaning with the force of his ejaculation, the sperm drowning the walls of her savage vagina with the hot, scalding milk of his lust.

She bucked beneath him maddeningly trying to bring about her own release, but as he finished the spewing of his obscene seed, she cried out with the subsequent disappointment. Too soon! Too damned soon! She had almost been there, satisfying her tortured cunt, and the peak was within a minute of two of realization. She strained at his deflating rod until he pulled from her wetly clasping hole with a lewd slurping sound. She read fuzzily the surprised look on his face as he rose from her, and she kicked at him to get away, the fire raging uncontrollably.

Then she thrust her crotch in the air, moaning, “More! More!” tears of hunger streaming down her face. She gaped upwards at the night, the torment of her loins clouding any thought of escape. Then she saw Fugazi, the giant Italian fighter, standing like Thor above her, his mighty thunderbolt in his hands. He was stroking its shaft lightly, absolute slut perversion brimming his eyes, and Patty stared with fascination.

His cock was as large as a gargantuan salami, and about the same color. He grinned down at her, waving the hardened spectacle at her, his prick rearing from his thighs like a third leg. Groggily she estimated its size in yardage rather than inches, and the two sperm carrying containers below its base hung like sacks of cement. She was reminded of a giant cannon and two cannon balls ready to roar in belching flames of action.

She jerked her feasting eye from his cock and balls to once more stare up at the circle of faces, her mind dimmed in a manner she could not comprehend, and then she locked her eyes once more on Fugazi’s fantastic fulcrum. She gasped in terror, her mind unable to comprehend that… thing… inside her cunt.

“No… not that, Pete! You mustn’t! It isn’t true! You’re wearing something! That can’t be all yours!”

He laughed, long and hard, and said, “It’s mine, baby. And it’s going to be all yours in a minute, even if I tear you apart!"

The others came closer, leering, sneering, as if to get a bird’s-eye view of the marvel which they were about to see. The Laufgren brothers squatted on either side of her and grasped her ankles, holding them apart and steady. Her delicate, coral slit nestling in the pubic down flowered in full, unrestrained view as she struggled, opening and closing like a mouth of a gulping sea bass, and out of nowhere came a hand to pinch the nipple of her left tit, withdrawing as quickly as it attacked.

Fugazi positioned himself between her thighs, and then on his signal, the Laufgren brothers raised her ankles, bending them to her writhing body until they were doubled all the way back, her toes near her head, and she groaned from the pain. Her face was contorted with anguish, every muscle in her body feeling as though it was torn asunder, and the flat plane of her luscious, hair-covered pussy was presented in all its splendor to the kneeling throng.

Fugazi grinned down at her, as he had when he was sucking her cunt then with his lips bared back in a cry of plundering, his fine, white teeth glimmering in the moonlight, he began to stroke his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon her helpless offering. His body swayed on his great knees, his skin sweat stained in a brilliant glow. He shuffled backwards awkwardly, his huge, bursting prick thrust toward Patty, quivering out of balance from the load of blood it carried like a top-heavy tree trunk.

Patty was awed, and the tremendous passion built up inside her lessened considerably as she gaped hysterically at the writhing torso of a penis. She stared through her splayed thighs, unable to drag her eyes from it. It mesmerized her like a snake to a flute.

Then, Fugazi jerked his loins, and she found that she was lifting her buttocks to meet him as if she were under some kind of hypnotic spell, searching with her gaping vagina the horrendous cudgel which was to tear her in two. She wanted him! All of him! She cringed in horror, but she had to have that cock!

The other men stared with unconcealed jealousy as the blue-veined monster nuzzled its head at the hungry opening between her legs, waggling for a moment as a stallion might, poking at the pink, rounded slit of flesh, gently opening the lips wider.

“Be easy, Pete,” she moaned breathlessly, “Oh for God’s sake, be easy!”

“Ram her, Pete,” yelled Renault in satyrical vengeance, gripping his own limp shaft tightly. “Marcia and Sylvia couldn’t take you, but that bitch can! She’s got the cunt for it, I know! Go on, ram it into her!“

Then, as if he was jumping off a hundred foot cliff into a canyon below, Fugazi leaped upon her, a wild cry of abandonment tearing from his throat: “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ssshhhhhhheeeeeeeiiiiiiiitttttttttttt.

Patty threw back her head and screamed insanely; “AAAAAAAhhhhg, God!” She tried to free her legs from the ruthless imprisoning, but Pete forced his chunky, expanding penis inside the quivering lips of her hair-covered cunt, brutally exploiting the stubborn, rubbery flesh almost to the ripping point. Patty wrenched at the hands which imprisoned her, kicking and squirming to escape this inhuman, agonizing impalement. But the men and Pete’s cock held her tight.

“Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhh! It’s too big! It’s splitting me in half! Stop! Stop!” She was certain her pussy lips were stretched wafer thin, and that her vaginal walls had collapsed from the insurmountable pressure of Pete’s hydraulic hammer. The pain seethed through her like electric charges of flesh-searing lightning.