Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

"Martin, Martin, what is the meaning of this!"

The words were a low-pitched wail, an infuriated shriek. Wendy twisted her head to catch sight of the Medusa-like creature who had stumbled into the garden of paradise.

Margaret's head did not look like the serpent, but surely she was Lucifer, set to despoil the beauty of their fucking.

She turned back to see what effect the unexpected appearance of his wife had on Martin. His eyes were glazed, he seemed caught up in rapture, as though any moment his soul would leave his body, and he would be taken to paradise.

"Your wife," she whispered in his ear, trying to get him to stop, to face this wild creature, who, she saw, was advancing on them.

Margaret sped across the room, her hands thrown high, a malevolent gleam in her eyes. Wendy was suddenly very afraid. She had heard of people killing their spouses over adulterous happenings like this, killing the lover too who had defiled the marriage bed. She had no desire to be killed, and she fought with her demon lover to break his spell and get away from this enraged harpy descending on them.

"Martin, get your… thing out of that girl this instant! Do you hear me? Stop right now!"

If Martin heard her, he ignored her. Wendy was not sure he could hear anything. He was on another plane of reality, another realm of existence, and the only connection he had with this scene was the joyful cock buried in her cunt.

"Professor Martin," she pleaded. "Get up! It's your wife."

"You had better listen to her, Martin."

Then, realizing that mere words were insufficient, she began to swing her purse, a huge bulbous leather sack, as big as a small suitcase, it seemed to Wendy. The purse thudded into Martin's back, again and again and again.

Wendy was not sure he felt it. But it broke his rhythm, knocked him sideways on the couch, and gave Wendy just enough leeway to writhe out from under him and tumble to the floor. She landed on her bare ass, and without him as a shield, she was certain that the huge purse would come thundering into her naked flesh at any moment.

But the enraged wife paid her no mind. Her attention was on her husband, whose cock glistened slickly with the fuck juices front Wendy's cunt. Margaret stared at his throbbing prick, still driving forward as he continued to hunch even though his cuntal receptacle had escaped his prodding.

Wendy snatched up her jeans and retreated to the far side of the room.

Martin Wynn seemed to still be dazed. His hand wrapped about his cock, and he stared up at his wife, who had quit swinging her purse.

"Gotta get my rocks off," he said, in an eerie monotone. "Gotta get my rocks off in a cunt. Your cunt, Margaret."

Margaret gasped at the words as he spoke.

"Now, Martin, you get control of yourself. You know I disapprove of this. You get control of yourself this instant. Martin! Martin, do you hear me?"

She was backing away, fright and disbelief in her eyes.

She turned then as he advanced, started to run, but her high heels twisted and she tumbled to the floor. He was upon her, like a leopard on a helpless antelope.

"Going to fuck you."

"Nooo!" she screamed. "Don't you put that nasty thing in me. Not after you've had it in that… hussy over there. You can't… do it… to me in front of her."

He had her dress hiked up above her ass, bunched at her waist, and was tugging her pantyhose and panties down her legs.

Wendy stared in fascination at the heavy brown tangle of pubic hair just below Margaret's belly and saw that her cunt had begun to swell. She might be protesting with her mouth, but her pussy was preparing for the invasion of Martin's thick cock.

Martin forced her thighs open with his powerful hands, and thumbed apart her cuntlips.

"You never want to fuck even in private. Gonna fuck you here and now! But I'm going to eat you first. I've wanted to taste your twat since we've been married."

She clutched her cunt with both hands when he said that.

"Don't. It's a dirty thing. It's evil to talk about putting your mouth down there."

He held her legs apart with his elbows and shoulders, and pulled her hands away from her cunt. It lay open and inviting to him.

"It's not evil. It's beautiful. You've been acting like a little girl for the twenty-five years we've been married. Today, I'm going to make you a woman. Why, you know less about sex than this child here."

And without further ado, he latched his mouth onto her cunt. He licked her pussy thoroughly, savoring the cunt juices he had never tasted. He smacked his lips appreciatively, then burrowed his tongue into the steaming snatch.

Margaret, who had fought him at first, suddenly found herself feeling sensations she had never known existed. All her life she had thought cunnilingus a filthy, shameful thing, and now she was enjoying it. How could she reconcile the two conflicting conceptions?

Enjoyment finally won out. She relaxed the tautness in her muscles, and allowed the sweet sensations spreading from her cunt to seep over her. She began to lift her ass to meet the furious probing that Martin's tongue was giving her pussy, letting the hot tip of his oral instrument tickle her erect clit.

Wendy was spellbound by the slurping and sucking that Martin Wynn was giving his wife's cunt. Her own thighs were still damp with sweat and her pussy was drenched with her pussyjuice. The stimulated young girl had already cupped her pussy and now she inched a finger into the beckoning hole, found her clit which stood at attention.

She spread her legs even further apart and took a second finger and crammed it into her clasping cunt. Her fingers parted the slippery curtains of her swollen entrance and threaded theft way into the wet, pink slit.

Watching the action at Margaret's pussy had aroused her own emotions. She watched Martin lick and suck, then let her eyes trail down his body until she saw that his erection was still firm. It was a pity to let it stand so proud, begging for attention. Wendy decided that perhaps she could offer some assistance to the straining member.

She moved across the room until she stood behind Martin.

Then she eased herself to the carpet, and slid her head under his spread thighs. His prick waved above her face, and she could see the swollen line of the channel which carried his cum from his balls to be squirted out the tiny slit in the head. Also she could trace the thick blue vein which coursed blood throughout the entire length of it. She licked along that vein before she captured the bobbing prick head with her lips.

Martin, realizing that she was there, lifted his mouth from his wife's pussy and cautioned her, "Don't suck me all the way off I want to get my nuts in Margaret's pussy."

Wendy continued her cocksucking, spending more time licking than sucking to keep him from coming.

Margaret was perched on the edge of an orgasm at that moment and was not aware that her husband was getting a blow job at the same time he was chewing her pussylips and nibbling her cunt. She clutched his head to her cunt, teetering on that blissful precipice just prior to a climax. Her ass began to quiver, while Martin probed the inner walls of her velvety, spittle-slickened cunt.

"I can't stand it!" she screamed. "It's wonderful, but I can't take it! Oh, my. I never knew it could be like this! Oh, suck me, Martin! Eat my cunt! Yes, my Cunt! My beautiful cunt.Eat me, baby. I'm comiiinnng! Arrgh."

She bucked up to him, and he held her ass so that she did not lose the wonderful suction he had built up, and sucked on her juicing cunt with all his might. Her cuntlips were inside his mouth, and she felt that her pussy would collapse from the vacuum he seemed to be creating as he sucked her cunt. He felt the shudder of her orgasm, but continued sucking for several moments afterwards.