Roger Grayson - A Neighborhood Party

"Oooooo, God," he heard in a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in the almost total silence of the darkness.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk…'

Thurman's voice followed in an equally soft murmur. "Oh God Randy, I want you to fuck me… fuck me… please… need it bad!"

Bob's tongue froze in Susan's cunt as he heard the familiar pleading voice of his own wife begging their host to fuck her in the next bed. He couldn't believe his ears for a moment until he was shocked back into reality by Susan's pleading shriek above him: "… keep sucking, Bob, lick it… don't stop!"

Her legs jerked out over his shoulders and her thighs wrapped around his head pulling his face back into her crotch wet and hard. His face flushed as he realized she had screamed his name and Carol would know. He sucked to keep her from screaming again and listened for some sign that she knew he was there and had pushed the man away… there was none… just the continued rustling of naked bodies against the mattress and the wet moist sounds of lips slavering out of control across soft bare flesh. Oh God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him but he didn't dare raise his head from Susan's wildly grinding buttocks to find out. She would shriek again and if Carol hadn't heard it last time she would the next. But anyway, she must know someone was here now. How could she do whatever she was doing knowing someone else was in the same room and listening to every sound she made?

He wished he could see them. Was she lying on top of him straddling him with her legs open? Was she completely naked or had she just lifted her dress up over her hips as Marsha had done to him when they were watching that movie? His tortured mind formed a thousand lewd obscene pictures of his wife lying in the darkness next to him with her dress pulled up over her hips and lying back on the mattress with her legs spread obscenely open while Randy Thurman plundered her soft, defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth. Or… was she haunched over him, her head bobbing up and down with his thick hard cock shoved into her clean, soft mouth. He groaned and pushed face as tight as he could into the warm moistness of Thurman's wife's pussy trying to drive from his mind the anguished thoughts. His tongue lashed at her like the eye of a storm building into a wild uncontrollable tempest that would suddenly erupt and devour them all… he sucked to hurt her like her husband was his own wife… he sucked to forget… to drive out the noise of blind, inhuman sounds beginning to erupt from Carol's tortured throat so close to him. She sang and crooned in an abandoned ecstasy that he had never been able to bring from her, that she had never accepted from him in all the times he had made love to her. At times he thought she was in pain and he bit cruelly into Susan for revenge, but at other times she cooed softly like a kitten being stroked into submission and he nibbled gently to return that being done to his wife as best he knew how.

God, he was getting excited. Excited from the wet sucking noises coming from Thurman's licking tongue as he plundered the very depths of Carol's hot steaming pussy. And suddenly, without realizing it, he forgot it was his wife, he forgot it was another man bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust contorted lips. It was just a woman, a hot passion-crazed woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a sexual coupling as old as time itself. He felt his cock throbbing and aching against the covers below, his testicles felt swollen and angry at their neglect and he could feel small droplets of cum begin oozing from the tip of his cock wetting the mattress beneath where it had rubbed. It jerked when suddenly he heard her cries and pleadings for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her. He moaned in piteous masochistic torture as Randy followed her screams and rammed his small fat finger deep into her unplundered and virginal anus.

And, she begged for more! He was sucking her!

He heard her murmuring obscene words, words he didn't know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal-like mutterings of passion from deep in her lungs. She groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustling of her naked skin against the bed as it twisted and turned beneath Thurman's licking tongue. He could picture her with her face wildly contorted in abandoned ecstasy, her body bent double with the toes of her feet touching the bed up over her shoulders, her loins presented up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.

And then, then she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal that was low and sharp and sounded as though he were killing her except that Bob knew he wasn't the was at the point of orgasm and the bed next to him groaned and creaked beneath her wild thrashing. The wet sucking noises coming from his wife's widespread and open crotch filled the room as Thurman licked and sucked her pussy faster and faster with his tireless lizard-like tongue.

Her heard her voice gasping, "Aaaah, Aaaaaaaaah," and then it trailed off to a small almost helpless cry of piteous whimpering as she moaned out her completion through her tortured lips.

Bob's body was tense, and he sucked harder against Thurman's wife's open loins trying to no avail to kill the furious aching desire building in his cock below as he heard his wife being debauched as she had never been debauched before.

He heard her breath deeply, a sigh escaping from far down inside her still heaving chest. She gave small occasional cries of further sensation as her teasing lover nipped for a moment longer at the still throbbing bud of her tiny erect clitoris.

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy spent breathing coming from the other bed.

He listened intently to see if they would stop or go on to something else as equally dirty and sordid as the act they had just performed. His own sucking of Thurman's wife's cunt was forgotten now and he continued as an automaton. His interest was on the next bed and he had to hold himself back to keep from leaping the short distance between the two and raping his own wife where she lay. God, he wanted to fuck her now. He wanted to bring the same responses from her lips that Thurman had, he wanted to show her he could do it too and just as well.

There was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he could not make out drifted across in the silence. They were re-arranging themselves and he could hear the slight squeak of the bedsprings as someone moved and crawled about on the bed. Then, there was the audible sound of heavy, coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the second. He was whispering things that Bob could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Then suddenly, there was a gasp from Thurman's lips as though he were in sudden pain, his voice broke through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Bob could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.

"Ooooh God, your mouth is like butter."

Bob groaned into Susan's wet gyrating cunt and clenched his eyes tightly shut wishing to blot out the horrible picture forming in his mind of his wife's sweet virginal lips slipping obscenely down over Thurman's glistening, thick cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his face pressed tightly between another woman's thighs as his own beautiful, innocent wife sucked another man right on the next bed.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard Thurman hiss through passion-clenched teeth. He jerked his head up, forcing it from Susan's clinging hands and tried to peer through the darkness. He could see nothing but his imagination ran wild, the low dim form of Carol haunched on all fours over Thurman's grinding loins with his cock buried deep in her mouth, emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it and low soft muffled mewls of pleasure drifted across the room from her cock-filled mouth.