Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

He wanted to cry, scream, anything… anything to pull his future young bride's suddenly insatiable craving body from between them but he couldn't. His prick ached and throbbed inside her now voraciously clasping pussy and he couldn't bear to pull it from the soft tight moistness. Instead, he watched, hypnotized, in the mirror as the tempo increased by the second.

He began unconsciously following the rhythm Valerie's husband was setting with his merciless fucking in and out of her mouth. Wilder and wilder the two of them became, punishing Jessica mercilessly between them. Their thick hoarse groans intermingled now with Jessica's muffled and muted cries from around the fleshy rod stuffing the cavern of her mouth. She lolled limply between them, allowing herself to be used as they would, following their beat in the swirling of her tongue around Bill's almost exploding cock. And then suddenly…

A half-human scream erupted from Bill Dodge's throat and he locked his hands around the back of Jessica's rhythmically bobbing head, drawing it deep down on his hotly pulsing rigidity until all Phillip could see left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and glistening from her wildly sucking lips. He watched in horrified awe as her throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hotly erupting cum the older man was spewing up into her mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her throat filled and emptied, filled and emptied, as she desperately swallowed to rid it of the flooding white sperm pulsating into it. Christ, he thought to himself, the man's balls must be filled with cum!

At the same time, he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock inside her still-pulsating vagina and her own hotly exploding orgasmic juices began to flow out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded cock and down into the softness of his noisily smacking testicles.

She was cumming too now, and like a dying banshee, groaned out her release as she continued her now uncontrolled sucking and nibbling on Valerie Dodge's husband's slowly deflating prick. Phillip clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his own testicles begin to wildly erupt up inside her hotly clenching young cunt walls. His hot sperm spurted like a firehose through the end of his still hard driving cock and squirted wildly far up into Jessica's palpitating vagina. In spite of the excitement an obscene thought of his lewdly gushing sperm mixing with that of a stranger deep up inside his future bride's greedily absorbing belly sent chills of revulsion creeping through him. For a moment, he hated her again and fucked his cock as deep as it would go up into her as it spewed out its lewd load, he ground his pelvis around and dug the head deeper and deeper, battering the smooth wet walls of her pussy without mercy. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end and tried to jerk forward to dislodge him from her now satiated young cunt but he held her smoothly trembling buttock cheeks back against his loins now for a further moment, looking down on the back of her head as she suddenly turned to the side. Dodge's thick, deflating prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin, sticky white strings of his sperm still connecting her face to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his belly, her body limp like a rag-dolls, held in place against Phillip's loins only by the pressure of his hands at the juncture of her widespread thighs. He strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep up inside her unresisting belly and then released his hands as he felt his own prick begin deflating inside the wetly flooded grip of her cunt. She slithered forward and lay still across the older man's loins and chest, her own legs still wide apart. He caught a last view of her wide stretched vagina between her open legs before he fell to the side of the bed where Valerie had moved and was working herself with her own fingers into a frenzy. He had barely hit the mattress when she engulfed him in her arms and began pleading, "Me, now me, darling!"

He could see Jessica, her face still lying against Bill Dodge's calmed belly, smiling over at him across the room, thin white droplets of his sperm still visible around her lips. Her victory was complete; she had hurt him deeply, exacted her revenge… and proved herself as a woman.

There were other things that night, crazy, erotic, wild things with all of them on the same bed together, things he'd never dreamed of, with Valerie and Bill Dodge directing them like concerned tutors. After a while, there were more drinks, and the night faded into a blur of lust-hardened cocks and passion-moistened pussies, breasts and gasping orgasms. And why not, he asked himself, why shouldn't he and his future young wife, Jessica, let themselves go totally?

It was obvious to the two of them that their lives would never be the same again anyway.

Mrs. Jessica Wright dumped her tired body into the decorator-designed barrel-based leather chair at the closest corner of the plush loft-type apartment, kicked her shoes off onto the Persian carpet that stretched across the huge room and panted to regain her breath. It was nearly ten o'clock, and she had been on her feet, mostly in front of banks of bright lights and flashing strobes since nine this morning. But she wasn't really tired; physically a little worn out, but that would pass. What counted was inside and there she felt nothing but contentment and happiness at her new life. Across the room, a half dozen of her more recent magazine covers, blown up into enormous proportions by some of the guys down at Dodge Company, dominated the room. The stereo system was blaring at peak capacity, and she knew what that meant… her husband Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she knew who insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down to work.

She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort… maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.

But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a sort of shelf-like corner, accessible by a pull-down set of ordinary attic stairs. "Hi, honey… how was the shooting?"

She turned quickly, startled at hearing another voice. "Oh, you're not working!" she shouted over the din. "I was just thinking of coming up to say hello, but I didn't want to bother you!"

"Sorry, I can't hear you!"

"Turn down the stereo then, silly!" She waited for Phillip to disappear through me doorway into his private little world, then descend the stairs to the main room below. His shirt was streaked with acrylics and tempura from me day's work, though sometimes she wondered if he just doused himself with colors to look busy. Not likely, though, not for the man who'd just won the Art Director's Soho showing.

"Hi, that better," he said softly right in her ear this time.

"Mmmmmm… much better," she purred as his hands coursed over her knotted shoulders. "You can do that all you like."

Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine, rubbing the tiny bony protuberances as he crept toward the soft cleft of her buttocks.

"Not there, baby… the knots are in my shoulders," she said with mock seriousness.

"Just wanted to get you in the mood, that's all."

Her ears perked up like a dog's on the trail of game. "Mood? Mood for what… Did Valerie call?"

Phillip just went on rubbing her back and shoulders, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Well, did she? Tell me, c'mon, tell me!" she shrieked excitedly.