Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Myra Wilson, for her part, sensed her partner's throbbing reaction and began to suck harder, the tips of her teeth nibbling at the bulging flesh that burgeoned inside her mouth, and she reached under his buttocks to pull his loins tighter up against her mouth. Her tongue swiped around the membrane on the underside of his cock until he felt it swelling almost to the bursting point. His eyes widened as he watched her taking the fleshy organ further and further down her throat without choking. By God, she really knew what she was doing! She was giving him more pleasure than he ever thought possible.

A furnace of heat began to glow in the depths of his cum-bloated balls as he watched her lust-contorted face working over his wildly jerkingcock. Tiny streams of sweat rolled down the girl's naked body as she bucked over him like a demon gone insane. The muscles of his stomach tightened like steel rods until he felt as though they were going to snap, and he arched his back up, shoving his penis even deeper into her throat, her lips hungrily clasping and sucking at it.

He gasped suddenly, the moment of orgasm arriving. A low guttural moan groaned from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt streams of whitehot cum jerking from the tip of his cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed as she greedily swallowed the warm gushes of fiery liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down with fierce quickness. His fingers tangled savagely in her hair, holding her head tight against his loins as he rammed his hotly jerking flesh against her tonsils.

Finally he moaned and with a long sigh fell flat on his back once again on the cold marble table, his cock gradually deflating like a balloon with the air escaping from it. But she continued to gently nibble and suck him, drawing every last ounce of white fluid from his penis, licking hungrily the reddened tip of his cock.

At last it was over, and she crawled up over him, nestling her head against his, planting kisses on the length of his neck.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured. "We can do more of it. This isn't the last time."

"Ummmmmhhhh," he groaned in reply, unable to say anything else. His body was sated and relaxed, and he could only look into her eyes with a grateful expression of pleasure on his face. Jesus, he'd never realized it could be this good.

"There's more we can do," she said softly. "Much more."

He propped himself up on his elbows and nervously searched the lab with his eyes.

"Did you hear something?"

"No, darling. Don't be ridiculous. It's nothing."

Ralph Tomley had managed to put on a good act of indignation as he remained at the door with Dinah Peterson, watching the two lewdly coupled bodies grind their way toward orgasm. But still an inward sadistic satisfaction filled him as he observed the horrified expression on the young wife's face, and his cock jerked beneath his trousers under the influence of the salacious scene. It bulged even harder when Dinah backed into his arms, recoiling from what she'd witnessed.

Though he would have liked nothing more than to grab her just then and throw her down on one of the long couches in the staff room, he knew she was not ripe yet. She was still in a state of shock, and he had to bide his time until she recovered, reverting back to the relative coolness of smoldering anger. There was nothing a woman seeking vengeance wouldn't do, no matter how puritanical she might be under normal conditions.

This was something he'd learned a long time ago and had used to draw other inexperienced couples into the group to do what they jokingly called extracurricular scientific research. Practically three quarters of the staff was in the game now, and Tomley would have liked nothing more than to bring Dinah and Fred Peterson in too. Hell, she seemed so naive and virginal he would just love to sink his cock deep inside her pussy.

He had to admit, of course, that Myra Wilson had certainly helped matters along. Ever since Peterson had joined the center, she'd had hot pants for him, and Myra wasn't one who could be stopped easily. She'd gone after Peterson with all the ardor of a bitch in heat. She wasn't the only one, though. Practically everyone in the place had their eyes set on the newcomers. And with Myra doing her job, it was going to be easy for him to sink his claws into Peterson's young redheaded wife.

Everything had been moving along smoothly-the job for Dinah, Myra's efforts to seduce her husband, and now finally the brutal confrontation which, while it wasn't exactly staged, had fallen neatly into place-beautifully, in fact, considering this was Dinah's first day on the job. It meant he wouldn't have to spend days and days softening her up.

The sight of her husband screwing Myra Wilson had done the job for him.

Damn, he thought to himself, he was going to have a hell of a good time this evening. The proud innocent type had always presented a challenge to him, and he liked nothing more than to see them fall under the spell of his thick bulging cock in a state of helpless submission. Later, once he'd completed her initiation, so to speak, he would turn her over to the rest of the club which included some colorful townspeople as well as the scientists and their wives. She would know she'd really been fucked when he had finished with her.

"Well, your husband really went at it with a lot of gusto," Tomley said, trying to preserve at the same time an air of dignity.

"That bastard," she hissed viciously. "How could he do something like this to me?"

It was the right moment, Tomley realized, because she was filled with anger now, and so he jerked her head toward his and pressed his lips hotly against hers, eagerly working his tongue into her mouth. She groaned and tried to squirm away, but suddenly he released his grip on her shoulder.

"That was just to calm you down," he said, staring into her eyes. "You wouldn't want to do anything rash, would you, like breaking in there?"

She could see he was right, though he had a strange way of proving it.

Nevertheless, she tried to loose the tenseness in her muscles, though Tomley's sudden kiss had made her more disconcerted than ever. It was the first time another man had kissed her since her marriage, and to her surprise, her body had responded to it. It was exciting, and it even seemed natural, even though she knew it was wrong. In spite of her confusion, she had felt tiny ripples of pleasure running through her stomach; but what would happen now? She was so terribly distraught she didn't know where to turn for comfort.

She cast her gaze downward and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in an effort to control the powerful emotions that were welling inside her. She had never imagined that she would be kissed by another man, and she didn't have the slightest idea about what to do next. Her mind told her to run, but where? She didn't have a home anymore, couldn't have a home after she'd witnessed what her husband had done, but there was nowhere else to turn but to the protective warmth of Ralph Tomley's arms. Yes, he had helped her, and she was grateful for it. Without him, she might well have suffered a nervous breakdown witnessing the scene between her husband and the licentious woman who had obviously seduced him. Thank God, the worst was over now, but the two bodies were still nakedly entwined on the lab table, and she couldn't take her eyes off them. She hardly dared breathe for fear of disturbing the scene and making her presence known.

"She sucked him off," Tomley whispered in her ear, pulling her more tightly against him and grinding his hips ever so slowly against her ass as they had resumed their watching position, peering through the crack in the half-opened doorway.

She spun around and faced him once again, burying her head in his chest.