Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Her eyes closed tightly, head flailing from side to side uncontrollably and stringing her golden blonde tresses across her face, Virginia was feeling the overwhelming sensations of her shamelessly aroused body, diffused yet seeming to concentrate there in that tightly stretched hole up between her legs, into which she was eagerly accepting the pounding length and thickness of Hugo's lust-thickened cock. Suddenly she moaned aloud, unaware that her enraged young husband was there watching, listening. "Fuck me… harder, Hugo! Oh, God… Shove it into me… deeper… and harder! Come on! I want all your cock! All of it!"

Blindly, knowing only that somehow he was going to punish her, Leon came on into the bedroom and saw that Jack Keller and Bruce Holcombe, whom he had seen about the hotel earlier in the day, were already involved with Annabelle Foxx. She was being methodically stripped of her clothing by the two men, and lying at one end of the mattress was a naked older man he was sure had to be Stanley Townsend, the Eko-Klean president; the pasty-faced Stan looked completely satiated, exhausted! During his angry inspection of the room, Leon's penis had come up hard and throbbing to a full erection. Without thinking, he crossed to the mattress, zipped down his fly, and reached in to haul out the massiveness of his own hotly throbbing cock! I'll give her some cock to remember, God damn it!

Kneeling down beside his mindlessly writhing wife on the mattress, Leon reached out to stop her head from rolling, tightly gripping her by the jaw, while with his other hand he held the rigid hot shaft of his cock and worked the loose foreskin back to reveal its lust-swollen head. As he turned her face toward him, he growled, "Here, God damn it, Virginia… let me give you some cock!"

She opened her passion-clouded eyes to look directly at her husband's fully hardened penis only inches away from her mouth. Eyes widening with fright, she looked up into his stony face, seeing the terrible expression of it and knowing that Leon was angry with her. Oh, God! He thinks I came here because I wanted to! Then she understood what he wanted… what he was going to force her to do! And she remembered all those times she had refused him… absolutely refused to take his penis into her mouth. I suppose I can't blame him! He knows – or at least he can guess that I've done it to other men!

"Oh, darling… you're here!" Virginia gasped.

"Yeah, I'm here – and now you can start sucking on my cock, you little bitch!"

Roughly, he pulled her head closer while at the same time he shifted closer to her, spreading his knees wide and shoving the hotly pulsing head of his cock hard against her lips. She attempted to twist her head aside, but he held her tightly in position as she protested, "Leon, daring… it's not like you think! You d-don't understand!"

"Suck it, damn it!" He thrust his hips forward against his wife's wetly parted lips, and automatically she ovalled them as the satiny blood-engorged cockhead slipped inside to the moist warmth of her mouth. Immediately, her tongue began to swirl around the sensitive tip and the little glans at the end; the sensations it produced caused him to shuffle forward even more and groan in an effort to ram more and more of his hotly throbbing hardness down her warmly sucking mouth.

Between her widespread legs, Hugo was slamming his thickly demanding cock with ever-increasing sledge-hammer thrusts deep into her as he realized he couldn't hold back any longer. He was ready to cum. Back behind the base of his penis, deep in his belly, he could feel his rolling load of sperm, like molten steel ready to be poured, searing his flesh as it struggled to burst free. Dismay and joy mingled in him. Dismay and disappointment at not being able to bring Leon's wife to orgasm, which was a point of pride with him in his prowess with women; the joy, of course, was the natural one of ecstatic anticipation of his ejaculation. God damn it! Why'd her husband have to barge in here with my wife and Hartman's wife? He had been so wrapped up in his own sexual performance that he could only watch helplessly while Annabelle had brazenly thrown herself to Jack Keller and Bruce Holcombe. And Leon… forcing his wife to suck him off… just when I was on the point of making her cum… slowed things down for her! Christ! I'm going to cum! Now!

Viciously, he rammed his wildly spewing cock deep into her heatedly clasping vagina as far as he could for one final plunge, his pubic bone crashing hard into hers and bringing a moan of pained protest from deep in her chest. His white-hot semen rushed in spasmodic gushes, pumping from the tiny slit in his massive cock's head to jet deep into the young wife's hotly quivering cunt. "Aaaaagh!" He grunted in disgust. "Christ! I came too soon!" His bulky body slumped down on top of her, interfering with Leon who was attempting to force all of his thick pulsating cock down his wife's throat.

Arthur and Phyllis were just finishing their heated discussion in the other room, where Phyllis had told him in no uncertain terms that no longer would there be any sort of double standard operating in their marriage. In short succinct statements she had declared her sexual freedom.

"We can either go our own ways, or we can swing together as a couple! I don't care which way it goes… but I'm going to start enjoying myself, with or without you!"

It was an ultimatum with which Art couldn't argue. "Okay, damn it! Have it your way… but while we're standing here arguing about it, the action is going on in there without us… so let's get with it!"

They came into the bedroom together. Annabelle Foxx now was nakedly upon her knees, her smoothly rounded buttocks wildly gyrating back against Jack Keller who was fucking her dog-fashion from behind, slamming his lust-hardened cock deep into her wetly glistening cuntal cleft. Also on his knees in front of the platinum blonde was Bruce Holcombe, his face distorted with passion and obviously enjoying the oral ministrations of her eagerly sucking mouth as his long white cock slid in and out between her tightly ovalled lips.

Swiftly, Phyllis began to undress, as her husband stripped off his shorts and crawled across the soft mattress toward the lewdly writhing figures of Leon Brooks, Virginia, and Hugo Foxx.

As Art watched, his own penis came to a full throbbing erection again, for he realized that now he was finally going to get his chance at Virginia. Hugo obviously was coming down to the wire, ready to cum at almost any instant. In a very short moment it happened, and Hugo's bearlike body sagged heavily down on top of Leon's luscious blonde wife. He also noted that the outsize, hair-covered Hugo had failed to make her orgasm, for she was wantonly punching her pelvis up and down in an invitation for someone – anyone – to fuck her. Damn! She didn't come… but she's right on the verge!

Art growled, "Damnit, Hugo, how about getting off of her so I can try!" He was bordering on insolence, he knew, but he had waited too damned long already; besides, he was tired of playing second fiddle in all things to his immediate superior.

Surprisingly, Hugo Foxx stirred and rolled away to his side on the mattress. With an unintelligible grunt, he glared over at Annabelle, involved with her own thing with Jack and Bruce, and grated, "When I get you alone, you little slut, I'm going to fuck the ass off of you!" She couldn't answer back, of course; for one thing her mouth was filled with hotly throbbing cock, and she was too busy with the two men. Bruce was just about ready to climax, and Annabelle was lewdly bobbing her head up and down the wetly glistening shaft of his already expanding penis, attempting to match the obscene tempo of his thrust as he savagely drove his long thick shaft faster and deeper into her hungrily sucking mouth and throat. Trembling, Hugo's wife was eagerly waiting for the hot flood of Bruce's semen to explode into her mouth at any moment. Even so, she heard and thrilled to her husband's threat to "fuck the ass" off her. OOoohh! I hope so!