Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

And she did. Eventually, they found them on the bed of a second-floor room, Phillip on his back naked with Dianne on all fours between his legs, his thick glistening cock disappearing far up into her greedily sucking mouth. Byron had twisted the knob of the door silently, then nodded his head in the affirmative and she'd moved closer to see. Truly, she hadn't been prepared for the shock it gave her, had only guessed that she would be. Instead, the tears had dribbled uncontrollably down her cheeks but then as she continued to watch the beautiful blonde girl's sweating labors while she sucked furiously at Phillip's angry-hard rod, she felt her armpits growing hot and moist and the excitement increasing at the juncture point between her thighs.

"Christ, look at her go!" Byron exclaimed into her ear from behind, his arm around her waist, his hardened phallus insinuated between her buttocks hotly, only the thin material of their clothes separating their incited flesh. "Can you suck a cock like that, Baby?"

Laurie sensed her face growing hot at the lewd question, but she knew he hadn't meant it as an insult. "I-I'm not sure… but I'll try," she whispered back to him, unconsciously undulating her bottom tightly against his throbbing prick.

"Damn!" he rasped. "Come on… I can't take anymore of this!"

"Wait," she said unable yet to fully cope with the confused emotions the spectacle taking place on the bed was causing her. Even though the lewd, wicked act of the voluptuous girl sucking feverishly at Phillip's cock… her head bobbing up and down over him… the length of his wet shaft disappearing right into her throat between her ovaled, clasped lips until only a fraction of it remained visible at its thick, white base… even though this most-inciting sight was causing the blood to race through her veins with sensuous pruriency, there was also rage and hate churning inside her, rage at the thought of the adulterous performance and the way Phillip had duped her; and hate for this blonde bitch who had managed to lure her husband away so easily. And then, above all, there was vengeance! Retribution! Someway, somehow she had to repay him… make him suffer as he had her… and in kind! Oh yes, it had to be in kind… with her body… right before his very eyes. Suddenly, she turned to face Byron Acker as he eased the door closed.

"I want you to do it to me again!" she half whispered, vehemently. "Anything… anyway you want…"

"Christ!" he gasped. "Come on, let's find a place… quick…"

"Wait. I want to go back there where we saw those four couples downstairs! I want to join them… take on everyone and anyone in the Goddamned house, do you hear? All of them!"

For the first time, Byron saw the tears in her eyes. He tried to take her into his arms, but she refused. "Listen, Baby, you don't know what you're saying…"

"I Goddamn sure do!" she swore him. "And I want you to be positive that Phillip knows and sees. Do you understand me. Byron?"

"Now listen, Honey," he tried again. "You're not being reasonable. You don't know what you're saying. Please, let's just you and I…"

"Byron! I mean what I'm saying?" she, snapped at, him sharply. "Now, if you want to be first, you better come now, because I'm going downstairs and open up shop. If being a common whore is the secret to getting ahead in this world; then, I'm going to get my share. Now!"

And with that, she spun away and stormed off. It only took him a second to catch up with her.

Six men and two women stood around the couple on the blanket in the center of the living room floor. All were naked and the men's excited shafts jutted out from their loins like an assemblage of raised spears. The women gaped in salacious delight at the beautiful, reddish-blonde haired girl who lay on her back, her round, full, cream-white thighs spread wide in their raised position, ankles kicked over the back of the man fucking into her… Byron Acker. Her lovely head flailed from side to aide, tossing the long shoulder-length hair wildly, her eyes closed in her ecstasy as the thwarted candidate's huge, thick cock plunged in wet, delicious rhythm between the tight, pouting flanges of the sparse hair covered split in her blonde fleecy loins. Suddenly, one of the female onlookers dropped to her knees and chose a prick to suck into her mouth, while the other lowered herself to the floor to watch more closely the delightful penetration of the massive cudgel into the small, moist hole between the young girl's wildly squirming legs.

"Who the hell is she?" someone asked.

"Judge Reed's niece… Phillip Gates' wife," replied another, manipulating the heavy outer layer of skin along his own shaft, wild sensations of lust soaring through him.

"Christ… she's beautiful!" said the first one. "Look at that ass… and those tits. Man, I'm going to have a piece of that."

"You'll take your Goddamned turn," barked the second, still massaging his aching prick. "I'm next… and when I get through with her, she'll be ready for a long nap."

"That's the fucking trouble with you, Seybor, you let your mouth and ego do all your screwing instead of your pecker… at least, that's what my wife says," number one commented, grinning. "Why don't you just save your energy for the job ahead of you, eh?"

"Go to hell!" spat Seybor, while the others laughed.

The woman who lay on the blanket beside Laurie and Byron was a revived Tonya Faro. She'd left the unconscious drunken form of Mark Coleman for more exciting grounds. She lay, beside the two of them, caressing the swollen nipples of Laurie's heaving breasts. Then, with one hand she reached between Byron's legs to grasp the hot slipperiness of his plunging prick. The heat and thickness of it as it pounded in and out of the young girl's cunt aroused a sensation of liquid fire inside her and she began to run her finger in along side the driving rod of flesh, feeling it slip hotly back and forth against the length of the probing digit.

Laurie was in another world… one of sheer bliss, and her body was lifting and jerking, entirely out of control now and her gasps of pleasure were rolling from her lips.

"Oh… Oooohhhh, yes. Darling! Aaahhhh! Yes… yesssss!"

Tonya carefully moved her hand around until she withdrew her finger and put her thumb in its place. It's been a long time since she'd seen a girl gone animal in this fashion. With her free forefinger she edged her way down between the crevice of Laurie's buttocks until she felt the tiny, puckered circle of her working anus.

Laurie's hips squirmed wildly at the touch of Tonya's finger, as if frightened by the thought of what was to come. But gently, Tonya began to slowly insert the tip of her finger into the tight opening, probing almost imperceptibly deeper and deeper into the snug warmth of the tight, rubbery hole. Then, through the thin tissue of hot flesh separating Laurie's cunt and rectum, she was able to feel the furious thrusting of Byron Acker's cock pummeling against the pressing contact of her thumb.

Whatever was going on in her asshole, Laurie wanted it! The mere idea of her debasement beneath this man and in front of all the others was fulfilling her warped desire to hurt her husband. She would show him now and forever the very depths of her vengeance! He'd cry at her feet… beg her to forgive him! Oh God, what that finger was doing… delving into the tender softness of her rectum… and it was being done so gently, so very, very gently. There was no pain, but instead, an erotic sensation of pleasure increasing with the probing depths of the magnificent cock fucking into her.

She couldn't stand it much longer. It was too much! Suddenly, she felt as if she were falling into a great open abyss… and the tiny wells in her vagina opened to flood the cock burrowing into her and she screamed and came and screamed and came while Byron hung tight to her and squirted his sperm deep into her belly… yet, the fire wouldn't go out and she looked up wantonly at the masculine faces and amassment of rock hard cocks surrounding her. And they came, one after the other, until she lost count and her cunt felt like a numbed, unbelievable passageway into nothingness as in one's and two's and then three's they climbed atop of her to shoot their sperm into her receptive sanctuary, and she waited and waited, accepting them, sucking some even as she fucked others, absorbing them, feeling their hot, white liquid sperm saturating her lips and loins… her inner thighs… her very pores drenched in their milky, viscous juices… and finally he came and saw, crying out in deep soul-felt anguish.