Robert Desmond - House of Evil

She lifted one hand then to toss her flowing golden-yellow hair over her far shoulder, giving him a completely unobstructed view of the older woman's face and his own towering column of rigid flesh. Newton watched breathlessly as her head dropped slowly down to him and he jumped slightly as her tongue suddenly flicked out, its hot tip boring teasingly into the beaded moisture oozing out of the tiny hole in the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden surprising contact as little exciting chills rippled over his nerves, drawing a deep groan from his lips.

Without warning, she dropped her mouth down the last inch and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head with a warm, pressuring wetness. Her moist red lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the glans, capturing it completely inside the satiny smoothness of her mouth.

"Aaaaahh, goood!" he groaned as he automatically raised his head from the couch and peered down excitedly at her obscenely contorted face. The sight of his hard, jerking prick sunk over half-way between her ovalled red lips increased the sheer raw pleasure he felt even more. Christ, his fleshy rod glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part that she had not yet taken between her moist, wide-stretched lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with the fingers of one hand and stroked the thick base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the thrilling softness of her slaving tongue twirling wildly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, bathing it with her saliva as she flicked the tip magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end, licking voraciously at his precious male semen.

His trim muscular buttocks flexed upward of their own accord, his head still raised up awkwardly as he watched the ripe-bodied blonde's sucking mouth pumping up and down on him desperately, as though his stiff glistening prick were the last one left anywhere on the face of the earth. He reached down with both hands to press the palms flat against her billowing soft cheeks, feeling the slippery girth of his shaft pressuring outward against them every time she drove forward to engulf as much of it as possible.

Nadalee's ears were filled to the point of overflowing with the tormenting barrage of lewd wet sounds coming from the opposite end of the vast leather couch. And yet, no matter how much she tried to force herself, she could not manage to lift her tear-stained face from the shield of safety that she found in the sweaty palms of her upturned hands. She sat wordlessly with the naked line of her back still bowed forward in a little arch of despair, her whole being darkened from the horror and pain she felt over the blurred picture in her mind of her devoted hard-working husband making love to Mrs. Blackwell… It was cruel and unfair, she decided over and over again, hating herself for being so helpless, so helpless that she was unable to budge from her seat to escape the torture of having to listen to Newton's groans of lustful pleasure mingling with those of the middle-aged blonde woman under him… At least he had his fanatic faith in the Bible and the self-righteous sense of his manhood to fall back on if anyone should ever demand that he justify himself for breaking the sacred vows of faithfulness in his marriage. He was openly betraying her less than six feet away from where she sat – he was doing it on purpose even though she had never meant to cheat on him at all! She had been frightened into submitting herself obediently to the debasing sex sessions with Braun and the huge German Shepherd. She had allowed herself to be shamed and humiliated for his sake! No, the beautiful girl resolved once and for all, it was just not fair at all!

Shit, it had been a long time since she had sucked his prick like that, George Blackwell thought to himself as he stood watching the hard fleshy length of Newton's penis bulging in and out of his blonde wife's wide-stretched lips. He mused sadistically on what pretty little Nadalee's face would look like when she finally opened her great big green eyes and saw how much her religious upright husband was enjoying Dolores' exceptional talent as a cock-sucker. An obscene thrill washed over him at the thought and he suddenly made up his mind that he would not deprive himself of that pleasure a moment longer.

"Come on, my dear, take a good look at what Dolores is doing to your husband," George panted at Nadalee as he eased his gigantic form down on the couch beside her. He chuckled licentiously when she refused to answer and then began to wonder if she had even heard him. Well, there was one way to find out, he shrugged, slipping his huge beefy hands around her from behind and cupping the swollen ripeness of her young breasts. She gave no indication that she was even aware of his presence and he trapped both of her pink sensitive nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pinching and rolling them until a hot, excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her, causing her to raise her head instinctively from her hands and turn to gaze at him in astonishment. She attempted to move away from his insulting hands but he held her firmly to the spot, the slight squirming motions of her luscious young torso merely inciting the silver-haired millionaire of forty-five to greater boldness. The muscles of her lush eighteen year-old body were as taut as bow strings as she felt her resistance begin to weaken almost immediately to the desire-producing manipulations of his harsh hands on her rounded ivory-white breasts.

"Please, Mr. Blackwell, I don't want this," the trembling redheaded girl implored.

"Why not, baby, why not?" George puffed as he felt several violent surges of blood fill his thick penis painfully, making it throb even higher as he pressed forward into the dark warm split of her buttocks to ease the pain of his hardness.

"Please, don't!" she vainly commanded.

"Listen, you delicious little bitch, I'll squeeze and fuck you all I want to," he snarled from behind her as he gouged the fingertips of both hands cruelly into the quivering white flesh of her breasts. "Goddammit, you might be begging for any cock you can get pretty soon – if that crazy look on your husband's face is any indication at all of how much he loves the blow-job my wife's giving him at this very minute. Go on, kid, have a good look for yourself – maybe you'll learn something."

Nadalee's burning curiosity got the best of her at last and she turned her eyes cautiously toward the far end of the couch where the older woman and Newton were making salacious grunting sounds and another noise of muffled wetness that was unfamiliar to the teen-aged wife. At first, she guessed that her vision had gone thoroughly haywire, that she had lost her mental grip as a result of the intense pressure she was undergoing, but gradually she was forced to admit that what was happening right before her eyes was definitely real and no illusion.

"Oooooohhhh," the girl cried out in unbelieving shock as her brain fully absorbed the staggering sight of her own husband's long hard prick buried deep in Dolores' mouth. Nadalee gaped in awe at the full-bodied blonde's lips sliding lewdly up and down the inflamed shaft of flesh, finding herself amazed at how much of Newton's thick length the older woman could take into her head. God, the surprised young wife marveled, the head of it must be sinking halfway down Dolores' throat!

Nadalee was so engrossed in watching the lurid spectacle that she hardly noticed George's hands locking roughly on the white softness of her naked buttocks, lifting her lower body up slowly so that she was forced to assume a subservient kneeling position, her upper torso supported by her forearms. She cringed a little as one of his hands left the curve of her flank to trail a slow teasing path down the smooth unresisting flatness of her lower belly to play at the moistening "vee" of her pussy. A few seconds later it curled up into the pink ragged-edged slit, his nail scraping softly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it throbbing into alertness. The pulsing hugeness of his cock was now insinuated deep in the sweat-soaked crevice of her savory upthrust ass and, without thinking, she began to press back against it.