Roger Grayson - A Neighborhood Party

Bob could stand no more. He had to fuck her. He had to participate in this lewd awful rape of her body, and it was rape, even if she didn't fight it, it had to be. She would never let herself be used in this way if it weren't. But even as he prayed that it was, further mewls of pleasure groaned from Carol's lips as the tempo of the wet sucking sounds she was making with her mouth increased.

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me, darling." Susan ground, fighting desperately with her hands to draw his head back down between her wide-spread thighs. But, Bob twisted away ignoring her pleas, the wet sucking noises Carol was making with her ovaled lips and the grunts of pleasure coming from Thurman's mouth as she labored over him were too much. Forgot ten was the account, forgotten was Jordan's possible anger if he lost it. He was a wild uncontrolled animal now that wanted nothing more than to ram his aching tortured cock into the girl next to him. He wanted to punish her as she was punishing him by her obscene submission to the man on the next bed. He rose from the end of the bed where his legs were hanging over the edge and half stumbled toward the sucking noises in the darkness. He banged his shin painfully against the corner of the bed but ignored it in his frenzy. He thrust his hands out in front of him feeling in the air toward the sounds and where he thought the end of the other bed should be.

There was an abrupt inhale of breath and the sucking noises stopped as his hands came into electrifying contact with soft swaying flesh. It stilled for a moment and then, with what he thought was a soft muffled laugh, began again. He probed experimentally with his fingers, digging them harshly into the flaccid giving skin. He found her backbone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over position she was kneeling in. He followed it slowly down toward her buttocks until he came into warm contact with the crevice of her ass. It was hanging right over the end of the bed and swaying high in the air, her knees wide-apart on the edge of the mattress. He moved around directly behind her running his hands over the smooth white cheeks of her soft buttocks. He could feel them quivering under his touch from the movement of her head below as she bobbed and twisted her face, her lips still locked tightly around Thurman's ever-growing prick.

Bob gritted his teeth, tiny droplets of sweat beginning to roll from his forehead and with his thumbs he drew the soft flexing crevice of her ass wide apart. He ran the middle finger of one hand down the entire length of it, feeling it still wet and open from Thurman's saliva and her own orgasmic fluids that had gushed so wildly from it a few moments before. He thrust his finger into her cunt, feeling her jerk slightly forward from the sudden invasion. A deeper mewl came from her throat but she did not let up with her sucking of Thurman's cock for an instant.

God, she's hot, ran through his mind and caused his already aching penis to throb again in anticipation of ramming it in between the beautifully shaped mounds of her buttocks. Again, the lewd thought of fucking Carol from behind while another man fucked into her mouth from the front overcame the shame and humiliation of her wanton submission to Thurman. He slipped his hand from her cunt and pried the full rounded moons wide apart and leaned forward. His prick made electrical contact with the soft sparse pubic hair covering the slim folds of tender young flesh which enfolded her vagina. He gasped, as he felt her hand reach back under her body, her fingers gently enfolding his thick shaft. She moved it up and down for a moment, parting the softness of the blonde pubic hair and then guided him gently forward. He let his hips move to the slight tug until with a sudden groan that began in the tips of his toes, the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.

Bob could hold back no longer, he threw back his head and rammed forward, his cock flooding into his kneeling wife like a great tide, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against her upturned ass. He could feel the white soft cheeks flattened out from the wide-split crevice towards her hips from the pressure he was exerting into her backside. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow wasp-like waist where it flared down into her broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.

A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound by the huge thick cock throbbing deep in her throat and she tried to squirm forward to escape the deep and sudden impalement of her wide-held pussy. She was held vice-like, skewered between Thurman's cock buried deep in her throat, and that of her own husband grinding deep into her upheld backside from the rear.

Thurman, lying beneath her, held her head trapped tightly between his hands, his legs splayed out wide on either side of her knees. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his rigid flesh was swallowed in her mouth. At the other end, Bob surged into her with long deep strokes into the wet throbbing slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as though she were being beaten with a whip.

Thurman's hand suddenly clenched above involuntarily from the spasms building in his body and the light switch he held in his hand closed with a click. The darkened room was without warning bathed in light from the lamp that flashed on by the side of the bed.

No one noticed it or cared.

Bob swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper from behind into Carol's stretched and open cunt and suddenly caught a side view of the lewd horrible scene in the huge mirror of the dresser that stood a few feet from the bed. He groaned in anger and frustration as the obscene picture of his wife being buffeted between the two of them in the subservient kneeling position she was in became clearer to his eyes. He could see Thurman's huge thick rod disappearing and re-appearing between her sucking fish-like lips, her long disheveled hair flowing down over her head to lie in a soft pool on his round, hair-covered belly. Her firm, white tits danced and shook below her heaving chest as though they had strings attached to the nipples and a puppet master quivered them from above.

On the other side, he could see Thurman's wife, Susan, watching them with her eyes opened wide and smoky from the effect the licentious sight was having on her. Her legs were spread loosely apart and drawn up in a crab-like position with three fingers of one hand thrust far down in her cunt. Her other hand massaged her own breasts in wild circular motions as she worked vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Carol's body impaled between Bob and her husband.

He wanted to cry, to scream and pull his wife's suddenly insatiable body from between them but he could not. His prick ached and throbbed inside her clasping pussy and he couldn't bear to pull it from the soft, tight, hot moistness. Instead, he watched hypnotized in the mirror as the tempo increased by the second.

Unconsciously, he began following the rhythm Thurman was setting with his merciless sawing in and out of her mouth. Wilder and wilder the two of them became, punishing Carol mercilessly between them. Their thick hoarse groans intermingled, Carol's muffled and muted from 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 Thurman's almost exploding cock.

And then it came!

A deep, half-human scream erupted from Thurman's throat and he locked his hands hard around the back of Carol's bobbing head, drawing it deep down on his rigidity until all Bob could see left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and glistening from his wife's wildly sucking lips. He watched in horrified awe as her throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hot, sticky fluid Thurman was spewing in her mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied, as she swallowed desperately to rid it of the flooding white sperm pulsating into it. God, he thought, the man must be a reservoir of sperm.