Lydia Gordon - A degraded honeymoon

And so as Cathy began to bounce up and down on Jack Bailey, as Jack Bailey grunted and hunched and bucked beneath her, his hands mauling over her quivering breasts, his red eyes leering in triumph at the glistening curves of her squirming sweating flesh, Bob stood ignored, gawking from the door. He lost track of time, drifted, almost hypnotized in his dreamy state. It was almost unconsciously that he dropped his hand down to the crotch of his trousers and began to stroke across the already lengthening bulge of his cock. He listened mutely to Cathy's moans and whimpers of passion. Once, he found her looking at him. He didn't move or speak. Then Bailey wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her toward him, hugging her breasts to his chest, pushing her legs down so she stretched out longways on top of him, his hands pawing down her back to clutch her naked ass and guide her hunching, undulating movements, his fingers slipping down into the crack between her buttocks, prompting further squeals of delight to issue from her lips.

And then, as his eyes followed Bailey's searching hands, as he walked slowly toward the foot of the bed and found himself staring straight down between her ass-cheeks where Bailey was working with his finger on her cringing asshole, Bob's conscious mind was addressed by his unconscious mind as though it were the voice of reveille come to wake him up: That's your wife and another man is fucking her and you've got a hard-on watching it. What are you going to about it?

On the bed, Cathy and Bailey had both drifted back into their own oblivion. She knew Bob was watching them, was constantly aware of his presence, but it no longer seemed to matter. He was learning his lesson better than she could ever have dreamed, but even that didn't seem important. Nothing was important but that she quench the fires of desire building now out of control through her loins. Bailey, for his part, couldn't have cared who was watching. He'd used psychological control to force himself back to erection because he didn't want the kid to see him fail his wife, but that had long since ceased to serve as motivation for his violent upward lunges between Cathy's nakedly writhing thighs. He was going to cum again, even sooner than he had the first time if he didn't start exerting some mental control, but he sensed that she was already on the verge of being ready to go with him.

"Oh yes," Cathy moaned, shaking her head from side to side to whip her long hair in gentle lashes over her naked shoulders, flexing her inner cunt muscles tightly around the cock plunging up into her loins as she felt Bailey's finger digging almost painfully into the entrance of her spasming rectum. She was momentarily distracted as she glanced back at the door and found it now empty, then Bailey gave a sudden even mightier lunge up beneath her and she again forced Bob to the back of her mind. A little shiver coursed through her squirming body as she felt Bailey's other hand press against her buttocks, then a sharp cry issued from her lips as his finger suddenly jerked free of her burning asshole. At the same time she became dully aware that another of Bailey's hands was between their bodies, crushing over one of her tightly rounded young breasts, and as she extended her leg straight down on the bed her foot encountered a bare knee.

"What the hell?" Bailey muttered under her.

"Get your hand out of the way."

Cathy heard the voice, Bob's voice, behind her. She could feel two hands, seemingly fighting over her own nakedly jerking buttocks. As she turned her head to stare over her shoulder in confusion she saw Bob, trousers dropped to his knees, climbing up on the bed behind her. A low moan rose in her throat. Beneath her Bailey said "What the hell?" again. She glimpsed the fury and lust in Bob's eyes, staring straight down at her ass so she shamefully tried to clench her buttocks together.

Still not understanding what was going on, she tried to roll on her back and found herself somehow caught on the plundering cock that remained rammed deep up into her loins. Then Bob said: "Get your hand out of the way of my wife's ass!" A chill darted down her spine as she caught her first inkling of the implication of that remark, then her gaze dropped to Bob's naked loins and she blinked in further surprise at the sight of his fully erected cock looming up in pulsing rigidity.

"What the goddamned hell is going on here?" Bailey snapped from beneath her.

"Just shut up and keep fucking," Bob growled in a voice that sounded hardly like his own. "I'll deal with you later."

"Bob?" Cathy gasped, still staring back over her shoulder as he dropped suddenly down on top of her.

Cathy groaned from the weight of her husband's body, sandwiching her down against the other man. She tried to reach back with her arms to defend herself and suddenly he seized her wrists, pinning them behind her back and shoving her face back down against Bailey, she was now hopelessly crushed beneath the two of them. She felt Bob squirming up the length of her body, felt his hard cock slithering up between her thighs, the tip of it slipping suddenly straight up between the spasmodically waggling cheeks of her ass even as Bailey's cock again plunged far up into the depths of her loins like a machine driven piston that wouldn't stop for anything.

"Bob? What are you doing?"

She asked the question and Bob answered it with action rather than words, reaching down between their bodies to guide his own pulsing masculine hardness straight up toward the already freely moistened entrance to her asshole, and then she was gripped by a terror even greater than that she'd experienced when she'd first been confronted with Bailey's stallion-sized rod of flesh.

"No, Bob," she gasped, her whole body jerking and struggling helplessly beneath him. "No please, don't do it to me there."

"There's no place else I can get to," he growled, and before she could even begin a psychological preparation she was suddenly blinded by a white hot stab of pain as Bob lunged forward to shove his now seemingly monstrous cock hard against the clenching opening of her rectum. The little opening resisted with all its might and he gasped and grunted above her as he was temporarily thwarted. Then a low whimper rose in Cathy's throat as she felt her strength to resist give way and just the head of his bloated cock slipped up into the tight elastic opening, worming slowly deeper as he continued to grunt and strain above her, forcing the punishing steel-like shaft relentlessly into her quivering bowels.

"Oh! Ahhh! Aaaggghhhhhhh!" Cathy cried, her voice echoing through the room as the brutally lacerating cockshaft buried itself deep into her heatedly throbbing rectum. Pain shot like a bolt of lightning through her injured backside, and there was nothing she could do to resist. She was hopelessly sandwiched between the two men, trapped on the cock that skewered into her from the front and the other still wedging into her from behind. Never had she been so filled, never so humiliated and degraded, and just the image her bizarre situation brought to focus in her mind should have been enough to make her die of shame.

Then at last Bob let out a low sigh, his bristly pubic hair matting against her ass-cheeks as he sank all the way into her. She could only be thankful that the worst was over. The pain remained, a gnawing burning essence that seemed to exist at the very spiritual center of her being, but she could stand it. Still Bailey's cock was thrusting in and out from the front, his pubis grinding against the little bud of her clitoris in pleasing contradiction to the suffering she was forced to endure, and as he lunged even harder against her and Cathy bucked her own buttocks up in retreat, flexing her bowel muscles to clench even tighter around Bob's cock filling her ass, she found that her discomfort hardly increased. Then, wondering if after everything else she'd endured in the last two days she was going to find herself responding to and even enjoying this cruel subjugation, she cautiously rocked her buttocks upward, grinding them hard against Bob's loins to even further increase the weird masochistically stimulating sensation. Again she absorbed Bailey's plunging cock. She gritted her teeth, hissing in pain and pleasure as Bob drew back and plunged into her from behind, the friction of his cock rubbing against Bailey's through the thin membrane that separated her two separately ravished holes causing her to squeal with mingled agony and delight.