Peter Jensen - The young and the wild

Total astonishing shock was hardly adequate to describe the sickening sensations which made his legs suddenly feel like strands of wet macaroni! The flowers, forgotten, dropped from his hand as he braced himself by catching hold of the door casing. Christ, was he flipping out or was it actually happening! He shook his head as if to clear it, knowing that Kye couldn't have been in the house over ten minutes…!

From his position, Mark could see little else but the obscenely bent-over nakedness of Dianne's curved beauty, the rounded, fleshy moons of her untanned buttocks facing him and spread slightly apart, enough to view the enticing sight of her thin, pink cuntal crevice between her smooth, full thighs. But taking one step to his left was enough to give him a view of her already bloating and hollowing cheeks as she absorbed nearly all of Kye's sizeable, hardened young cock right down into her throat, her hands slipping beneath him to cup his ass-cheeks and pull his teenage loins up tighter to her face! Her eyes were closed, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and jiggling in sensuous delight while mewls of passion hummed from deep in her chest! Good Christ! She was revealing in it like one of his own yum-yummed Saigon bunnies!

He couldn't believe it… but there it was, right before him, his little morals-minded house wren sucking the youthful, if seasoned, hard cock of the boy he'd pledged to give a home to!

Fuck! The whole world was turning upside down, because even as he watched the lewd, impossible scene, his own lusty length of prick-flesh had begun to stretch and jerk! Just the mere sight of his ethical Dianne sucking a young boy's stiffened rod, and especially this case-hardened, young veteran pimp whose very teenage sister had sucked Mark off nightly with a skill Western girls could only hope to ever attain, was somehow setting him tight off! Tit for tat! And he couldn't seem to hate his obscenely slaving wife or the scrawny, ungrateful bastard beneath whose straining cock she was furiously trying to draw the sperm from! Christ, he had to be losing his mind, but truthfully, all he could suddenly think of was that everything was going to be all right for them! Kye saw him then and began to blurt out frightened exclamations in his native tongue, at the same time struggling to force Dianne's hungrily fastened lips and sucking mouth off the length of his hardened boy-cock.

"A little late for that, isn't it, buddy?" Mark spat at him, moving close to the bed.

At the sound of his voice, Dianne's feverishly working head jerked upright to stare in growing, glazed surprise at the presence of the husband whose existence she had temporarily forgotten.

"It is my fault, Captain Mark!" Kye cued, quickly scurrying from the bed to stand nakedly before this man he loved, his young lengthy hardness rapidly losing its rigidity. "You must not blame her! Go ahead, kill me now, I am ready…!"

"Shut up, you little cock-hound! I'll take care of you in a minute!" Mark ordered, unable to control his anger at catching them this way, even though the obscene spectacle had quickly fired the sensual passions of lust he had gluttonously been feeding daily for the past year. Then, to his wife who had raised up and was sitting back on her naked, curved haunches like some artistically sculpted work of white marble, her lovely face slackened as it gaped upward at him, he hissed: "I think you were putting it mildly, baby, when you said you were all getting on well together! Just how long have you been in the whoring profession, anyway…?"

"Oh Mark, darling… please? I-I can't stand it! Fuck me, lover! Right now! I'll go crazy if you don't! Beat me… anything… but please fuck me!" she begged, reaching down with one hand between her slightly spread, smooth thighs to sink an extended finger into the wet, hair-lined crevice of her pinkly flushed cunt and obscenely stroke the wetly glistening inner flesh around the tiny bud of her excitedly erect clitoris.

The unexpected lewd act caused Mark's hardening, thick cock to give a wild lurch inside his shorts, while his brain reeled in a mixture of mounting lust, self-blame, and a fierce urge to punish both of them! Christ, he'd never even known this voluptuous bitch…!

"Please, Captain Mark, listen to Kye! It is all my fault! Do you not see it in her face… her eyes? She is high… on yum-yum!"

The native term for Dhattura slammed into Mark's brain with the force of a clubbed blow! What only seconds before had been building anger and a raging urge for revenge was as quickly wiped away by his immediate frightened concern for his voluptuous naked wife's uncontrollable passion. The aphrodisiac was as old as time, and though non-addictive, a sexual stimulant which swept away morals like a tidal wave as it raged through the female organs! He'd seen his own girls fuck as many as twenty men, one after the other while they slavishly sucked and fingered themselves for additional orgasms in between, stopping only when their young naked bodies were totally exhausted!

"Jesus Christ! How much has she had?" Mark snapped, grabbing the naked boy harshly by the shoulders. "Answer me! How much…?"

"I-I do not know, Captain Mark! I-I put it in the bottle of whiskey… but not very much, just a sprinkle!" Kye exclaimed, his young voice cracking.

The urge to slap him hard across the face was almost uncontrollable for Mark, but somehow he held himself back, and the reason was the panting curvaceous girl on the bed… his beautiful naked wife who was still fingering her impassioned young pussy and staring at both of them through desire-hazed emerald green eyes. Goddamn, he'd take care of him later, but right now they both… yes, even Sergeant, had a job to do! It was the only way, even if they had to work in shifts! They had to fuck that potent, mind-blinding drug out of her system if it took them the rest of the day and night! Otherwise…?

Mark thought about that for a moment, remembering the fifteen year old girl someone had given a heavy dose to right in his own brothel and they'd found her trying to ram a whiskey bottle up inside her tight, young vagina! Christ! He reached down and ran his hand through her passion-filled, naked wife's long blonde hair. He'd never realized how much he loved her, he thought, as she whimpered to his touch, then grabbed his hand and began kissing it. Wild charges of masculine lust burned through him at the thoughts of the sensual hours before them. Sonofabitch, he was as much, or more of a goatish bastard than the young boy who had admittedly confessed to him!

"Please, Mark darling! Please? Don't make me wait any longer…?" she pleadingly begged, clutching at his hand. "Oh God, darling, I need you so bad! But now… now…"

"Almighty Goddamn! You want to kill me, Captain Mark?" Kye half-whimpered.

"Don't talk like a stupid little ass!" Mark snapped, beginning to pull at his clothing. "We're going to give her the shock treatment… all of us, and hope to Christ that wears her down a little bit!" he added, unable to restrain the lust-filling excitement firing through him at his intentions as he stripped himself naked, watching in uncontainable excitement her slender white fingers working feverishly in the exposed pink flesh of her shimmering wet pussy. He swallowed tightly and ordered in the sadistic tone he knew he had to use: "Get up on your knees, wife! You like your fucking bizarre, don't you? Well, you're going to get it, and in a manner you'll never forget! Because I'm going to punish you for being a bad little girl while daddy was gone! You understand that?"

Lost in the intense heat of her maddening desire, Dianne had no idea what sort of chastisement was in store for her, but well knew as she was aware of her own name that some was coming… and she wanted it! Dear God, she deserved and wanted it so badly… whatever he chose to do to her! Obediently, she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, bending her head low to again raise the slavishly presented, spread mounds of her quivering buttocks in masochistic, servile delight.