Carl Van Marcus - The motorcyclist_s wife

"I like it!" she purred into Clare's tight-pressing mouth, a violent spasm of forbidden ecstasy singing in her veins as the unforgivable admission sprang from her lips. "I like being fucked in the ass!"

Then the lust-frenzied young wife pulled her tingling lips away from the soft mouth of her girlfriend, lifted her head as high as possible considering the tortured position her ripe young body had been forced into, and wailed out her wanton passion at the top of her lungs.

"Fuck me, Larry! Fuck me in the ass! Do it hard! Harder! Deeper! Fuck fuck fuck meeeeeeee!"

"I'll fuck the hell out of your tight little ass, you beautiful bitch!" Johnson shouted back, feeling his testicles tighten and quiver at the formerly frigid girl's outcry.

Suddenly his eyes met an incredible sight which made him wish more than ever that he'd not drunk so much before coming over to Sandi Smith's house and had better control over his rampaging cock. As it was, the unbelievable tightness of her convulsively clasping anal cavity, combined with the lewd performance being enacted on the bed, was making his balls churn with such urgency that he doubted he could hold back his climax for much longer. But there'd be other times, he reminded himself, lots of other opportunities!

Clare, succumbing to her irrepressible desire to once again feel a woman's soft lips on her hungrily throbbing pussy despite the presence of her husband, had maneuvered her statuesque body so that her long legs were spread out around Sandi's head and her dark-haired pussy "vee" was pressed directly against the younger girl's mouth. She'd managed to struggle out of her silky pink shirt, and the only piece of clothing on her ripely mature body was her miniscule black skirt which had been pushed up around her slim waist.

"Kiss my pussy, Sandi!" she pleaded. "Kiss me like my husband did to you yesterday."

"Yeah!" echoed Larry in a hoarse, out-of-control voice. "Suck her! Suck her!"

By this time Sandi didn't need much encouragement. Her loins burned to do this perverted thing… she wanted to try every lewd variation, to have her young body violated in every possible way. Opening her eyes to stare curiously at her girlfriend's fresh-scented, coral-pink vaginal flesh, she darted her tongue between the black-curl-fringed pubic mound to lick hesitantly at the smooth pink slit. Then, roused to a frenzy of passion by the continuous stimulation of her forbidden anus, she began to lap and suck with enthusiasm, instinctively seeking out the older girl's swollen clitoral bud and tonguing it into a stiff little erection.

"Oh God, it's good! Yes, Sandi, kiss me! Don't stop! Make me cum!"

His wife's lustful mewl was the last straw for the hotly aroused motorcyclist fucking into his wife's friend's anus. With a bellow like that of an angered jungle animal, he rammed his turgid pole of flesh between her jiggling white ass-cheeks so hard she groaned in masochistic ecstasy.

"Now!" he shouted, digging his hands into Sandi's pliant ass-cheeks and bracing himself for his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum now! Ccccuuuummmmingggggg! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Arrrrrrggghhhh!"

Hot jets of thick white sperm began splashing deep into Sandi's shivering belly, flooding her narrow anus and oozing out onto her trembling thighs. It felt so obscene, so wonderfully obscene, that she felt her own loins vibrate and knew that she, too, was going to cum. For a few more seconds she desperately lapped at Clare's moist, quivering cunt, wanting her girlfriend to cum too, but then the orgasm crashed through her sensuous young body and she began writhing in helpless ecstasy on the bed, dislodging Larry's shrinking penis from her anus with a lewd popping sound which was inaudible beneath the wanton chorus of groans, grunts, and wails of the three-way orgasm.

"Yeeeeeeessssss!" Sandi shrilled, then fell silent as her energy was drained by the thundering sensations surging through her.

Clare gasped, shuddering, as the almost forgotten sweetness of an orgasm brought on by another female swept her onto another plane where she knew nothing but ecstasy. An incoherent babble issued from her passion-contorted face, and if anyone had been listening they would have heard her wail out Rosemary's name, then Sandi's, then her husband's.

Finally all three orgiasts collapsed in exhaustion upon the bed, and for long minutes the only sound in the brightly lit bedroom was the rasping sound of their breathing. At last Clare rolled over to lie next to Sandi, fondling her friend's swollen breasts and murmuring, "How do you feel now, honey?"

Sandi smiled back, a new, more mature smile in which there lingered no traces of uncertainty or shy self-doubt.

"Of course I loved it!" she assured Clare and Larry Johnson. "Now let's fuck some more – I want to feel a cock in my pussy. Let's do everything!"

Larry Johnson sat in the waiting room of Gary's most modern hospital, sipping a bitter cup of plastic-flavored coffee from the vending machine and staring out the window to the bleak hospital gardens outside. Everything was in shades of grey, from the dirty white hospital walls to the bare black tree trunks, with only a few tenaciously clinging brown leaves for contrast; but dismal as the landscape was, it couldn't disturb the motorcycle club manager's jubilant good spirits. Ten minutes before, he'd spoken to the specialist who'd handled Verne's operation, and he'd been given the final assurance that his star stunt rider would be back on the track by next summer in perfect condition!

Everything had worked out to his advantage, Johnson gloated. For awhile there he'd been afraid his luck had run out, but now things were looking up again. Doing without Verne for the winter season wasn't all that serious, for the real money rolled in from May to October.

He was proud, too, of the way he'd obliterated the threat of Verne's wife coercing her husband into dropping out of the circus. Sandi seemed a changed girl, and the way she moaned and pleaded helplessly beneath him every time he plunged his heavy penis into one of her eager orifices made him feel certain that she was too much under his sway to try to oppose his will, even though, of course, she was worried about having her husband risk his life again.

A buxom little nurse bounced into the room to announce the beginning of visiting hours, and Larry amused himself, as he did every time he visited his friend, by staring at her until she broke out in a furious blush and giggled under her breath. If he were interested, he was sure she'd be putty beneath his hands… all females were!

Verne was sitting up in bed, grinning more happily than he had in this last suspenseful month of waiting to know whether he was to be leading a normal life or would be bedridden, a paralyzed old man at the age of twenty-five.

"You talk to the doctor yet?" he asked Larry. "Did he tell ya I'm gonna be okay? Really okay?!"

"Yeah, pal!" Larry said, coming over and clapping his friend on the shoulder. "He sure did! Greatest news I've ever heard! You'll be back on the track wowing them again by next summer!"

Verne's handsome face grew serious, though his eyes still sparkled with joy at his almost miraculous recovery. "That's something I gotta talk to you about, Lar," he began.

"What do you mean?" the manager interrupted, immediately on edge.

"Well, I've been thinking about this bike-riding stuff a lot since I've been flat on my back; and I've been talking about it with Sandi, and we decided that we've pressed our luck long enough. I want out, Lar. Especially for Sandi's sake. She's been so great since this happened – getting that good job and all, and driving all the way in to Gary to see me every night when she's been working all day. I've promised her if I pull through this operation, then I'm getting a job where I can spend more time with her. Maybe in a garage or something, I don't know yet."