Robert Desmond - House of Evil

Her lust-driven employer began an insistent rocking movement to which her shapely adolescent body responded against her will. Suddenly she lost interest in the scene at the other end of the couch just enough to sense that her tight, sweet-smelling cunt was starting to ooze out the slippery juices of lubrication, the trickling wetness that she began to think would soon ease the entry to George Blackwell's ardently probing cock into the hot wet confines of her vaginal passage.

"Bend down a little more, baby, because old George is going to ram it to you any second now," he warned hoarsely, grinning to himself at the thought of how quickly she had reached the necessary plateau of arousal. She was just the way he liked them – not quite excited enough to take him on without a bit of protest and yet too damned still up to refuse. "Down a little, I said!"

"Oh please, I can't… I mustn't," she begged, her buttocks still rotating backward against him in tiny inviting circles of erotic movement.

"Ah, baby, don't you want your daddy's nice long cock to put out the fire in that sweet little hole of yours?" he teased, flicking his hips forward slightly… just far enough to brush the tremulous rubbery flesh of the head tantalizingly across the quivering moistness of her cuntal lips.

"Oh God, you dirty old bastard! Yes, yes, I want it, I want it in my hot pussy!" she sobbed out in degrading need for him. She reached back then with one hand to capture the tormenting head of the penis and guide it up the palpitating open entrance to the depths of her belly. George drew back just enough to frustrate her shameless effort to be filled by him, chuckling fiendishly.

"Not so fast, baby," he barked. "First, tell me what my wife is doing to your husband… tell me exactly, now, or I'll wait until tomorrow to fuck you."

"Oh God, God, I hate you!"

"Tell me."

"She's-she's sucking his penis."

"His what?"

"His prick, his stiff prick! She's blowing him! She's going to make him shoot his dirty cum into her mouth… so she can swallow it all downy… Now, I did it… Fuck my hot cunt!" the impassioned sweet-faced wife screamed, reaching back again to grab the evasive rod of male flesh like a starving flaming-haired nymphomaniac. When she found it, she clamped her fingers around its blue-veined girth and desperately placed the blunt, throbbing head up against the opening of her waiting, well-lubricated vagina. She felt him exert a steadily increasing pressure until suddenly her firm young thighs were swept wide apart and the hot rock-like length of his prick slithered into her tight wet cunt like a greased battering-ram. The heavy weight of his loins collided hard against the firm roundness of her upraised buttocks.

"Aaaagggh!" the girl strangled through tightly compressed lips. She struggled and swayed for a moment, knowing that it was absolutely useless to try to beg off now. The large-framed older man had drilled all the way up into her soft slender belly, his great cock skewered in her tight warmth up to the hilt. She was a hopeless prisoner, a mass of young white flesh impaled on his maleness like a succulent lamb spitted for roasting. He slowly began to stroke forward in and out of her naked helpless vagina, his tempo mounting relentlessly until soul-searing waves of tingling masochistic pleasure coursed through her. Kneeling over her bent body, George gritted his teeth and fucked faster and faster, plundering in and out of her with long brutal lunges that knocked the breath out of her lungs.

She soon forgot the humiliation of bending down like a slave while a cold-blooded sadist fucked her from behind, venting his raw lust in her eager milking cunt.

Newton's bloated balls were on the verge of bursting asunder as he watched Dolores' face working harder than ever over his long lust-expanded cock. She shifted her position over his hair-covered pelvis without disengaging her mouth from him and reached under his jerking ass-cheeks to cup them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until he was certain he was ready to shoot off his fiery load. Christ, she was taking almost the whole damned length of his rigid prick!

The woman really knew what she was doing but he was sure that she would choke to death. He could see clear droplets of sweat running in tiny zigzag trails down over the full sloping mounds of her breasts as she bucked up and down over his lean young body like a woman sentenced to a severe sexual bondage. The muscles of his stomach tightened to the point that they seemed about to snap from the force of his excitement.

"Goddammit, suck it, suck it – I'm going to cum in you!" he commanded, the unfamiliar vulgarity of his language strangely exciting to him.

Suddenly, it came.

A low guttural groan started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the creamy hot sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his testicle sacs and begin to spew in thin hot streams into her sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she gulped down the warm flooding gushes of white stickiness to keep from choking. Groan after groan erupted from his chest, his mouth working crazily as incoherent mutterings issued from between his clenched teeth. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his seething cum into the pink wetness of her throat. His hips thrashed from side to side as if he were a demented animal, causing him to involuntary jerk his spewing prick from her mouth and begin to spurt the thin white jets of liquid directly on her face. The quick streams shot from him like tiny geysers, landing on her forehead and one cheek and then dripping slowly down her white neck.

She coughed as she swallowed what was left in her mouth, licking her lips where some of the sweet youthful cum still gleamed wetly, relishing it like a rare vintage wine.

And then he was dry.

Dolores had drawn off every last drop of the sperm from his balls and out the end of his battered wilting cock. He fell exhausted back against the leather couch, his arms widespread as she nibbled a short while longer at his now flaccid penis.

"Was that all right, Newton?" she asked softly after she had regained her composure a little.

He simply nodded his head in affirmation and lay back with her on the wide resilient cushions, breathing thickly and drenched with free-flowing perspiration.

"Oooooohhh, aaaaaaahhh," came a long impassioned moan from the opposite end of the couch, rousing Newton and the wealthy blonde woman from their state of numb lethargy. Dolores lifted her flushed, sperm-splattered face from her satiated young lover's shoulder and gazed over to the bucking and grunting couple a little over five feet away from them. The older woman watched for a moment as her husband slammed his sweating flanks again and again against the girl's naked uplifted buttocks.

"Well, I'll be damned," Dolores laughed cheerfully as she pointed off to their right, "it looks like your pure little wife is at it again."

Newton slowly swiveled his head in the direction that Dolores was pointing and peered with heavy eyes at the rutting pair on the far end of the couch. After a moment, it registered in his brain that the beautiful girl crouching on all fours in front of the ponderous bulk of George Blackwell was indeed Nadalee, his wife! He had completely forgotten that she was in the study and it left him momentarily dumbfounded to be reminded of her presence only by the sight and sound of her abandonment as she toiled like slaving chattel below another man. The handsome brown-haired Newton watched in fascination and lewd attentiveness as she squirmed and rocked uncontrollably in ecstatic welcome to the deliciously-punishing cock sinking deep into her cunt. Suddenly, George edged his knees off the cushion and rose to his feet, his hardness still imbedded in her as he clutched the white moons of her buttocks with both hands and pulled her around to accommodate his new upright position.