Robert Desmond - Seduced young wife

Mark stared down at the erotic sight of this young girl's enchantingly naked pussy… this girl whom he loved. Within him, a conglomeration of rage and lust commanded as he hungrily drank of the warm, white voluptuousness of her body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up the soft inner flesh of her satin-smooth thighs to the hair-sprinkled lips of her cunt and stared at the moist, pink separation, tracing its thin, damp slit with his middle finger upward between the cream-white mounds of her firm full buttocks to the hairless, puckered hole of her anus. Her blood-inflamed cunt-lips quivered excitedly to his touch, while her tantalizingly rounded ass-cheeks trembled and began to rotate in gyrating want.

Bitch! Mark thought in his mounting, confused desire. Beautiful, wanton, deceiving bitch! He was going to give her something that he should have long ago… something she'd never forget as long as she lived! He gaped at the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed helplessly before his manfully throbbing cock, while sounds came to his ears of his business competitor groaning from the bewitching entrancement she had sucked him to. Mark realized the agony his wife was going to suffer and hesitated momentarily. Christ, was this the way…? Then, he remembered his own feelings as he'd reached that cabin hatch. He straightened up on his knees bitterly.

Damn you, Lynn… you're going to pay the penalty…!

He plunged his middle finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. Then, he pulled out and smeared the damp, viscid moisture from her cuntal mouth up over the crinkled, tight little aperture of her rectum. He did it several times before wetting the head of his pulsing cock between her obscenely displayed vaginal lips, finally nuzzling it up tightly against her snug little anus.

Lynn heard his almost salacious laugh and tried to associate it with Hans. Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations his antics were causing between her wide-spread buttocks as she continued to suck Harry Johnson's lust-hardened cock in her mouth…

Suddenly, she felt hands clutching harshly at her hips, holding her vise-like, his pelvis thrusting forward in an unbelievably agonizing stretching of her tiny anus! Her breath caught in her throat as the vicious spasm of pain became so unbearable that she writhed and half-screamed around Harry's rigid cock in her mouth, straining and waggling her buttocks to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into her defenselessly trapped anus!

"Aaaauuuuggghhhh! D-dear God! Stop it, Hans! What are you trying to do to me…?" Lynn wailed, jerking her head upright away from Harry's throbbing shaft of flesh and twisting to look back in angered pain at the other man…

But it wasn't Hans that she saw! It was a naked man kneeling up behind her and clutching at her soft-fleshed hips… it was her husband! It was Mark! My God… Mark…!

"That snapped you out of your weird little sucking trance, didn't it, Lynn?" Mark spat mercilessly.

"Oh God… dear, dear God!" Lynn moaned in both pain and shame, the latter the more profound torment at the moment, even though his thickly gorged penis, partially burrowed into her cringing ass-hole, convinced her that he was going to split her wide open. "Oh please, Mark… you're killing me! My God… I'm sorry… I didn't want to… I couldn't help myself…! Please, I beg you… take it out…!"

Mark laughed mirthlessly and Lynn felt his strong fingers gouging into the tender white flesh of her hips. He continued to hold her in the obscenely subjugated position and her every move only seemed to help drive the thick rod of solid male-flesh deeper and deeper up into her nakedly resisting back passage.

"Oh… oh God!" Lynn moaned as she held Harry's cock tight in her mouth, unfathomable sensations of love, pain and lust racing insanely through her… until suddenly she heard herself gasp back at Mark. "Do it! Go on… do it! Do everything… everything you want to me! I deserve to be treated like the whore that I am…!"

Mark had no intentions of stopping; nothing could have kept him from the debasing act he was about to commit on his own wife. Damn, if any woman ever deserved chastisement that she could understand she did… and he could think of nothing more degrading or humiliating than sodomizing her.

He stared down at her white obscenely bent body, the absurdity of the spectacle they must make with his thick cock protruding from her ass-hole, firing his lust in a suddenly unexplainable burst of licentious desire.

Lynn couldn't hold back the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of agony that erupted from her throat as she pressed Harry back down onto the bed beneath her while he hugged her tightly, his mind bent on nothing but his own imminent climax.

Oh God! Lynn cried silently. It felt as if Mark had ripped her all open back there! His thick cock was tearing her rectum apart! Oh… oohhh, God almighty… but he was right… she deserved every torturous inch of it! It was her punishment and she wanted it…! Yes… yes… oh God… shove it in to me, darling… right up my… my ass…!

She hunched bravely back as Mark pressed forward. She felt the excruciating torment of his throbbing cock surging into her there, pushing the rubbery, resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-crushing lunge, he had ground it all the way up inside the warm constricting depths of her forever stretched rectum.

"Oooooh God!" she grunted, clenching her teeth tightly together to give her the strength to go on.

Mark's body stilled momentarily, as if he might have discovered a tiny speck of mercy for her in his castigating mind, while the walls of her inhumanly stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust and the pain began to subside. God, she still felt torn and obscenely expanded back there from his unnatural invasion, yet, at the same time, she reasoned erotically that she was beginning to enjoy a sensation of atonement!

She felt Harry lurch beneath her as she kissed the tender, exposed head of his penis, playing with its tip with her tongue, then finally ovalling her lips to suck down onto it as his hands came up to caress her hair.

Oh God! She deserved everything Mark was giving her for all that she had done to him… but she would be good to him… and she would gladly endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation her husband would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love for him.

Harry lay under Lynn's wetly sucking lips, gone now with the ecstasy she was passing to him through her grasping mouth. The sight of Mark sodomizing his own wife, while she sucked the life out of him, raised Harry to unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes closed, feeling every throb of his quickly approaching climax.

Lynn's rectal muscles tightened around his long thick cock buried deep in the warmly clasping depths of her ass-hole, making it throb wildly; somehow, he was not surprised when the rounded soft moons of her ass began, of their own volition, to grind back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He groaned as he felt her rectal channel convulse and tighten excitingly around his cock while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish flesh of her obscenely stretched rectum clinging to his pulsating rod of over-stimulated male flesh as he drew out, then disappeared back inside with his inward thrust.

Lynn rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving her voluptuous ass-cheeks lasciviously back at him knowing that there was nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly subject herself to for him, that mere realization causing a masochistic excitement to flood over her. Even though there was still some pain from his large cock poling into her defenselessly skewered rectum, it was strangely pleasurable, and she found herself bucking and writhing back to meet the lewd impalement when he plunged forward into her.