Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Leon had been on the point of saying something to Hugo when Art had spoken to the big man; then, as Foxx had pushed himself up and rolled away from on top of Virginia, Leon had snapped at Art, "Not so damned fast, Hartman! She's my wife… and I'm going to fuck her, now!"

Kneeling up, he pulled his wetly glistening penis out of Virginia's mouth, growling commandingly, "Get up on your knees! I'm going to fuck you like a bitch dog!"

Virginia, her eyes glazed with passionate arousal, disappointed that Hugo had not been able to last longer to bring her to orgasm, hastened to obey. "Oh, God… y-yesssss, Leon! I want you to f-fuck me any way you want to!" In an instant, she was on her knees, her buttocks waving in an obscene invitation back toward her husband who had knee-walked into position behind her, his massively hardened cock lancing out yearningly toward the coral-pinkness of her moistly quivering cuntal mouth.

It was obvious to Phyllis Hartman, as she stepped out of her panties and stood naked, surveying the copulating people there in the room, that there was only one man who was not active: Stanley Townsend, the president of Eko-Klean. He was lying there, watching, enjoying the voyeur's role, after having been satisfied already by Virginia's lithely pounding pussy as she had straddled him and wildly fucked him from the topmost position. It had all been very interesting and stimulating to him.

Townsend saw Phyllis then; she was standing there nakedly voluptuous with jet-black hair and smoky-gray eyes, and he knew that she had to be Arthur Hartman's wife. Her creamy white skin, her sensually curvaceous figure, pointed up by the full, high mounds of her breasts, the nipples beginning to harden already, was an erotic vision of desirability to him. Below, his rapidly stirring penis came to throbbing life again. He stood up and came over to her, remarking, "It's getting crowded on that mattress."

"Yes, it seems so!" she agreed, then told him, "I'm Phyllis… Phyllis Hartman, Mr. Townsend."

"I thought so… and please, just call me Stan, okay?" He took her solidly into his arms and kissed her with a deep-lashing tongue, open-mouthed, as at the same time he moved her backward toward an upholstered armchair in the corner.

Phyllis felt herself being lowered back onto the seat of the chair, and Townsend was saying, "You're really quite a luscious woman, Phyllis!" Then he was nakedly kneeling down in front of the chair, his hands going up under her knees to lift and spread her warmly smooth thighs. Deftly, he placed her flexed legs over the arms of the chair, and as he leaned farther forward, Phyllis instinctively tucked her hips under and forward, knowing his exact intention, and she wanted it… wanted his tongue there in the already wetly heated cleft of her pussy.

"Oh, God! That's nice!" she crooned as Stan's head came down between her eagerly trembling thighs and his long agile tongue shot out to make an erotically searing contact with her already hardening clitoris.

Hugo did a double take as he recognized the lewdly groaning woman in the chair as Art Hartman's wife… and his mistress! A flow of rekindling sexual interest coursed through him, as he remembered the many times she had visited him in his private office. Being the virile, satyr-like man that he was, his pumping blood flooded into his thickly growing cock and was trapped there, building another hard erection. Well, hell… I might as well even things up! Just exactly twice as many cocks as cunts! He hauled himself off the mattress and ambled over to where Phyllis and Stan were using the chair for her orally induced pleasure, his cock already spearing boldly out from his body, ready for another sexual adventure.

As Leon came in behind his wantonly kneeling young wife, Virginia, whose nakedly gleaming buttocks undulated back in invitation toward him – ardently wanting him to fuck her wetly demanding cunt from that animal-like position – Arthur smiled at him with a lewd leer and suggested, "If you really want to get a blast and give her something she'll remember, shove it in her asshole!"

Virginia heard his vile urging of Leon and groaned, "N-no! God, no! D-don't do that!"

Instantly Leon grasped Art's meaning. It would be a way of punishing her sexually for her transgressions! He forgot for the moment that the man who suggested it was responsible for blackmailing her to a forbidden infidelity in the first place.

"Shut up! You said I could fuck you any way I wanted to… and right now, I think that's a damned good idea!"

Putting his words into action on the moment, Leon reached out to the trembling white moons of her buttocks, and with strong-fingered hands pried her fearfully clenching buttock-cheeks apart; then, as he held them widespread, he dipped the lust-swollen head of his painfully throbbing penis into the hot slippery moisture of her cuntal opening. When he withdrew his massively erect shaft glistening with her vaginal dews and the mingled cum of Stan Townsend and Hugo Foxx, he aimed it straight and true at the tiny opening of her tightly puckered anus. His wildly pulsating cockhead came against the defenseless little anal orifice, and he pushed hard using all the strength of his muscular legs and back.

"Aaaghhh… you're hurting me!" Virginia cried. "Stop… please, Leon!"

Leon grunted with the effort as he felt the elastic opening give a little. "It's tighter than hell!"

"It'll go in!" Art said.

"Leon… please… you'll split me apart!" Virginia cried out from the depth of her soul.

"No he won't!" Art countered. "Push your ass back against me just like you've done with all those other bastards. Push, God damn you!" His hand came down in a stinging slap against her naked, sensitive buttocks, and Art grinned at her sharp scream of protest.

Abject in her humiliation and feeling now that there was nothing she could do to stop him, the nakedly kneeling Virginia was forced to help her husband as he tried to insert his thick sodomizing cock into her tightly tense rear passage. She tried to relax and push back against him, but gained only a searing pain for her trouble. "Ooooooooooooouuuuuugggg!" she shrieked. "It h-hurts… too much!"

Art was there to coach again. "It only hurts for a little while! You'll get used to it! Relax… and it'll slide right in."

Sweat popped out on Leon's brow. Her tightly clenched anus was locked like a vise around his painfully pulsating cock; her sphincter ring felt as though it were inexorably getting tighter and tighter. He was committed to what he was doing, however, and with a surge he rammed hard. Suddenly, the throbbing tip of his cock was in far enough to be enveloped in the smoothly heated sponginess of her rectum, the muscle ring of her defensively puckering anal opening squeezing all around the top part of his lust-thickened shaft. It was the most intensely erotic sensation he had ever felt. "Christ!" he choked, then rammed forward again, gaining another half inch.

"OOOOOooooohhhhh! Myyyyy Goddddd!" Virginia screamed with the pain of it. "Oooooooooohhhhh!"

Instinctively, Leon gripped her nakedly bucking hips and pulled her roughly back toward him, while at the same time he drove his own loins forward. Inch by painful inch, his wildly pulsating cock went into her tightly tensed rectum until finally almost all of it was buried deep inside her. Looking down he saw the cruelly stretched little anus clenching and unclenching spasmodically around the great girth of his cock. It's in, God damn it! It's in! He stopped pushing then, knowing that his wife's virginal rectum would have to adjust to his massive thickness, but he couldn't help the involuntary flexing of his cock's pulsating shaft buried deep inside her hotly quivering rectum. Each time his overly excited penis spasmed, it brought forth another moan from her pain-contorted lips. God damn! That's a wild feeling I've never had before! He felt as though just a few short strokes would bring him to spewing ejaculation!