Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

She could see him grinning in the throes of lewd conquest as she groaned from deep in her chest with each maddening thrust of his tongue, probing the depths of her cunt walls.

It slipped up and down inside her and then withdrew as he bent his head lower to lick the inner flesh of her anal crevice, sending spasms of lewd pleasure up her spine. He levered her knees back until her kneecaps rubbed against her breasts, exposing her ravaged loins even more fully to his eager mouth and tongue.

He flicked into her cunt harder and faster with his tongue as her incomprehensible whimpers flooded the room with the music of abandoned lust. His body and mind inflamed with carnal desire, he flicked his tongue into her tight anal ring, making her jerk and mewl at the unexpected contact. She was beyond hope now, her shamelessly aroused body having deserted her. There was nothing she could do but yield herself to the perverted desires of this powerful older man who was debasing her with no thought of pity or compassion.

Rhythmically she thrust her cunt up towards his face, arching her back as she did so. She groaned as he responded with a stab of his tongue, his teeth clamping tightly down on her vaginal mound. Her body quivered and bucked beneath the overpowering assault, and her stomach churned with the incredible pleasures of naked sexual abandon.

Sensing her ultimate surrender, Tomley, with a savage grin on his face, thrust his thick wet tongue even deeper inside her quivering cunt sheath and felt her soft silky pubic hairs graze against the tip of his nose as she ground her buttocks ecstatically up against him. He felt her vaginal lips twitching around his tongue as they opened and closed spasmodically, as though to milk it like a cock. She was one hell of a whore after she got her motor running, he reasoned to himself.

Her helplessly aroused body writhed and squirmed shamelessly against the deep probing tongue of the director until she thought she would go insane from the lewd licking of her loins. She arched upward from her hips and grasped his hair, tangling her fingers tightly into it and pressing his head even harder against her wildly palpitating pussy, a low soul-stirring moan escaping from her lips. Nothing mattered anymore but the wild pleasure of his boring tongue steaming in and out between her cunt lips. She loved it, she wanted it, and yet she knew it was wrong. Her head fell back, her hair dangling loosely over her shoulders as she crooned and chanted a litany of salacious abandon. Her lips bared back over her gleaming white teeth and the cords of her neck stood out like steel rods as she strained to pump every last ounce of pleasure from the punishing lash of his tongue.

"Aaagggh, Ugggh, God! I'm cumming!" she spattered, her face contorted in a mask of lust.

She trembled and shook, her legs flapping and spasming as the older man relentlessly glided his tongue in and out of the secret recesses of her body. Her body shuddered and suddenly hot waves of cum flooded out from deeper inside her womb, pouring in a sweet flood over his hungrily sucking mouth and dribbling down the insides of her quivering thighs.

The room seemed to cave in on the young wife with a great reverberating crash, and she gasped and moaned as he sucked and burrowed between her thighs which were locked around his neck. Slowly her fingers untwined from his tousled hair, and she released her grip, allowing him to withdraw his head.

Tomley pulled himself up to a standing position until he was looming over her, staring down the length of her sweat-streaked body as the juices of her orgasm masked his mouth and lips, making them glisten lewdly in the dim light of the curtained room. Dinah closed her eyes tightly in an effort to blot out the sight of him and the memory of the degrading, humiliating things they'd just done. The shame of her own weakness and submission brought her back to reality but it was Tomley who spoke first.

"We're not finished yet," he said with a cruel triumphant smile on his face. "You haven't paid your husband back completely."

"W-what are you going to do?" her voice quavered.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Dinah. Fuck you like you've never had it before."

His crude words sent a new flurry of excitement rippling through her still-aroused loins and suppressed the shame and humiliation that nagged her. Suddenly, she flushed with anger-not at Tomley-but at her husband, for she could still see in her mind his penis buried in the other woman's secret flesh up to the hilt, a pleased expression on his face. He had enjoyed what he'd done, and now Dinah was determined to enjoy herself as well, no matter how obscene and degrading her conscience told her it was.

"Yes, Ralph, fuck me. Yes. Stick your penis in between my legs," she suddenly begged him, her eyes frozen in hard determination.

She did not have to urge him on any longer, for immediately he had stripped off his clothes and was crawling in between her lewdly splayed legs, his thick rigid penis jutting out large and throbbing, his heavily swaying balls swollen with sperm that was going to rocket deep up into the depths of her belly. If only Fred could see her now, it would teach him the lesson of his life. You bastard, you adulterer, she cursed inwardly at him.

The light in the laboratory was growing dim as afternoon faded into evening. Fred was half dressed now, but still incredibly horny, his cock bulging and throbbing as it came to life again.

"Hmmmmhhh, I can see you're still going strong," Myra whispered, jerking down his shorts before he had a chance to zip up his trousers.

Her fingers curled lightly around the swollen head and she began massaging it until the ache in his balls was almost unbearable.

"Damn, I want to screw you again," he said, smiling at her, his body charged with excitement. "But can't we find somewhere else?"

"You mean some place more comfortable? I think I know just where. But we'll both have to get dressed to get there. Are you sure you can walk through the corridors with your cock that stiff?"

"Jesus, it's gonna break through my pants," he moaned, but wasting no time, Myra grasped him by the wrist and led him out from the lab to the elevator.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To the board room on the fourth floor."

"How in the world will we get in? It's locked, isn't it?"

"Don't worry about that. I have the key. I've got connections"

The ride up on the elevator, though it took less than a minute, seemed interminable to the young scientist. His cock and balls were aching as though they'd been slugged by a sledge hammer, and he could barely wait to screw the dark-haired temptress beside him once again. Jesus, he wondered how much of this kind of thing went on at the center, because he'd certainly gotten a strong impression that he and Myra weren't the first ones to have a little fun experimenting in biology.

As the elevator stopped and Myra led him out, he felt like a misbehaving schoolboy, stimulated by the thought of sneaking about and the possibility of being caught. My God, Dinah would never forgive him, and he'd be disgraced. He'd have to get a job somewhere teaching high school biology… his career would be ruined, but at the moment nothing mattered except the thought of putting his cock to his sultry seductress one more time.

He glanced down the corridor both ways in front of the board room door, and seeing it was all clear, motioned to Myra to put the key in the lock.

"Listen," she said, as she put her ear to the door. "There's someone inside there."

There was all right, and he knew damn well what they were doing.

Moaning gasping noises were coming from the room, the sounds of a grappling struggle going on. A man and woman were inside there, but who were they? This strange place was getting more and more interesting by the minute, Fred told himself.