Jon Reskind - The neighborhood pet

"Oh Don… you make me feel so much better," Karen sighed, hardly conscious of his big hand gently caressing the soft flesh of her waist through the sheer material, nor of its slow upward ascent toward her breast. "It… it never would've happened had Steve been what… what he should have."

"How do you mean that, Karen… in bed… fucking?" Don softly questioned, using the lewd word to assist the mild aphrodisiac she was drinking in easing her back into the right frame of mind. "What does he do, cum in you too quick?"

The distraught young wife couldn't deny the sensuous tingle his use of the graphic four-letter word sent rippling through her. She didn't look at him, only nodded her head, then lifted the glass and drained it. She heard his little laugh at the same moment that she felt his big hand warmly smooth over and cup her nearly naked, still swollen breast. A shudder of confused sensations brushed the exposed nerve-ends of Karen's flesh at the contact, the urge to stand and slip out of his embrace only prevented by his words.

"I'll wager that he'll be shortly cured of that flustrating habit, baby… or I don't know my wife Barbara."

"Wh-What do you mean, Don… that they're doing something…?" Karen managed, even knowing as she said it that they undoubtedly were, and that she'd simply been refusing to think about it!

"Well, I'd surmise that at the very least, they're fucking," he luridly suggested. "Probably with a little sucking thrown in. And I guarantee you when Barb finishes with him, he'll be an astute performer, angel. She won't take no for an answer, and she's the greatest fuck teacher in the world… next to her loving husband…"

With that, he sat up, half-facing her and attempted to draw her to him, his other big hand slipping inside the loose negligee to hotly spread over her naked, resilient breast.

"Please, Don… don't…!" Karen squirmed, straining her small hands against his strong chest. "Let's not make matters worse…!"

He didn't relinquish his hold, only stared at her in irritated surprise. "What the hell!" he hissed. "You've got to be kidding, baby! Here, your husband's in my bedroom fucking my wife… and after I find you licking a dog's balls you're suddenly going to turn pious on me!" He jerked her crushingly against him and kissed her not unreceptive lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to find her own. She moaned against him, letting, her tiny tongue begin to wetly embrace his while he clutched and kneaded the yielding mound of hardened, nipple-tipped flesh in his hand. She was gasping when he raised his head and rasped: "Karen baby, I've had my heart set on fucking that sweet little pussy-hole up between your lovely thighs ever since I laid eyes on your beautiful ass two weeks ago… and just about nothing short of the end of the world is going to stop me! You hear me, doll? Do you?"

"Y-Yes… yess!" Karen gasped, her hands uncontrollably slipping around his neck to clutch at the back of his head, her re-aroused excitement leading her lips to seek his in an open, wet tonguing kiss. "God yesss, I want you to, darling! If they can, why can't we?"

"To hell with them, baby! I would've done it anyway… even if I had to rape you!"

"Ooohhhh… lover… where… how will we do it…?" Karen whispered between kisses she was suddenly planting all over his face.

"On the same fucking bed with them! Where else?" Don Keller luridly answered, taking her by the hand. "That's what it was built for…!"

Satyr had quickly found Karen, watching her and the man called Don holding onto each other. They didn't see him because he had remained in the shadows of the hallway… and then, he had heard her softly cooing in the tone she used with him, an unknown feeling of envy tensing his muscles. She had forgotten about him, just as had the pretty Barbara, but he had not forgotten her, nor the way she had tied him with the rope. A sadness, as well as bitterness filled his powerful body… but then they were coming toward the hall and he silently dodged in through an open doorway until they passed…

Though she'd expected to see something of a similar nature when Don led her back into the bedroom, Karen was nevertheless awed by the sight of her husband's stripped, slender frame cradled between Barbara's widespread thighs, her beautiful face twisted in lustful joy as Steve fucked his thick lengthy cock deep into the hair-fringed pinkness of her wetly clasping pussy!

"Now just look at that, baby?" Don goaded, his hand slipping around her to smooth over the softly rounded mounds of her slightly trembling buttocks the wispy negligee veiled. "You tell me they aren't loving smacking their naked bellies together like that?"

Karen couldn't speak with the complexity of emotions filling her. Love, jealousy, anger, desire, all were creating the turmoil in her nervously throbbing stomach! Steve… she could hardly believe it… yet, why not? Was he any less human than she…? God, she'd never seen him make love so beautifully… and the way he had her girlfriend's whole body twitching and writhing like a whore beneath him…!

"Now you can shed that negligee, Karen doll, and climb onto the bed to watch, while Big Daddy rips these clothes off! Then, we'll give you some cock of your own to play with!"

His lewdly promising words were additional little spurs of lewdness to incite her passion, and obediently, Karen did exactly what he said, neither of the two lovers paying her the slightest attention as she kneed her way close to watch. They were soul-kissing, with Barb's arms locked passionately around Steve's neck, her long shapely legs locked tightly up over his back, their naked bodies straining and pumping, slapping with hollow, fleshy smacking sounds against one another. Oh God, the sight of it… them writhing nudely together… it was obscenely breathtaking! She'd never watched a man fucking a woman before! She heard Barbara moaning incessantly into the moistness of his mouth, knowing that her husband's tongue had to be thrust almost to the dark-haired girl's throat! Low hums of animalish desire were bubbling in little torrents from deep in Barbara's chest as her neck strained and her nostrils flared, a light film of perspiration covering her smooth-skinned forehead.

"Aahhh yess, Steve lover… now you've got the hang of it!" Barbara choked. "Fuck it hard! Hard, doll! Th-This time we're going to… to make Barbie take off like a rocket!"

Karen enviously stared, unable to keep the embitterment from her mind as she realized that never in their married life had he fucked her, his own wife, with such wild, unbridled passion. She saw his hands slip under the white, rounded ovals of Barbara's tautly grinding ass-cheeks pulling them up tighter to him while he rammed his glistening hard cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. Wildly, Barbara drew her legs back farther so that he could drive deeper into her! Karen could see the flushed pink folds of her wet vaginal flesh clinging desperately to his cock as it pistoned rapidly in and out of her, squeezing tightly around his swollen hardness, the sight maddeningly firing her own lustful craving…!

"Now, for our little party, baby!" Don Keller's voice came down to her and Karen turned to see him standing next to the bed in his athletic nakedness, his long, thick cock spearing out from his hairy loins in its awesome, foreskinned hardness! God! It was something to behold, all right… and yes, her girlfriend was right, it was bigger than Steve's! His heavy balls hung bloatedly at its husky base between his thighs, and for the first time, Karen saw the lechery in his handsome eyes. He was grinning as he began to lewdly stroke the thick outer layer of skin back and forth over its moistened, bulbous head, thrusting his hips and pelvis obscenely forward. "Are you ready to take this little gem, up between those beautiful thighs of yours, honey?"