Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill's upright prick, and as the flanged head slipped into her pussy lips, she said: "Look, Chuck-isn't this what you wanted to see-Bill fucking your wife?"

"Yeah," Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock reaching blindly for the entrance of her labia, searching and prodding for the slippery cleft so he could also fuck.

She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under his body-as Stella had done earlier that day, to fuck young Dale-and so they could both watch the scene on the other couch. Only a few feet separated them, only a short distance between the two men and the women they were beginning to fuck. The fun part was that the wives and husbands didn't match, that technically they should only be screwing their legal mates.

And seeing anyone else put his prick into the cunt of another man's wife was an unthinkable sight.

But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck's prick sank thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina's oily pussy, across the way Stella slid all the way down on Bill's meat pole.

Regina ground her cunt on Chuck's rod, felt it slide in and out and gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of her vagina, bearing down whenever the meaty club slid over her pulsating clitoris. It felt better somehow, more daring, more exciting, because her husband was watching her roll her ass, because her lover's wife was staring at the way Regina was eating up the hard cock with her pussy lips.

"Fuck her, Chuck," Stella said. "Put it to her good, darling-because I'm getting a-oohh!-wonderful prick here. It's away up in my pussy, Chuck. Look, darling-Bill has it in all the way up to his balls."

And Regina answered, "Your husband's cock is adorable. See it slip in and out, Bill? Look at the way Chuck shoves it to me, how he's screwing this cunt you always considered your personal property. Oh, Chuck-keep fucking me, baby!"

Only then did Regina remember about the eyes staring entranced through the far window, and hoped that the lights were bright enough for the two boys to make out every detail of the erotic action. She knew that Carey Baker must be concentrating upon his mother's movements, and that her own son was devouring her with his eyes, this second, seeing his hot mother with another man's prick pumping in her snatch.

Was Dale going out of his head with desire? Did he want to leap into the room with his prick in hand, to take turns with Chuck Baker? He did, she felt; oh, he did!

The idea turned her on more with Chuck, made her really put on a show for them all. She shook her ass and humped her pelvis, rolled her hips and made her belly do grinding tricks. Her hands cupped the balls that swung with increasing speed into the wet crack of her ass; her hands stroked Chuck's buttocks, ran light-fingered over his back to his neck, and as her eyes turned glazed in the throes of her heat, she nibbled down the hairy, heaving chest and found one of his hard little nipples to bite upon.

Chuck shivered violently, and pounded his cock into her pussy, hammered it in there like a pile driver gone amok, and she loved his roughness, loved the animal brutality of it. Her head bounced with every thrust, and she got one foot off the couch, onto the floor so she could brace her ass for the continuing assault.

The other foot waved in the air, lifted of its own volition, flapping back and forth with the driving rhythm of Chuck's strokes. Now she was really being fucked, and the sensation drove everything else from her mind-her staring husband and Stella riding his prick, her son and Stella's son at the far window-everything fled except the tom-tom beating reality of the fucking that Chuck Baker was giving her.

"Uh!" she grunted, and "Ummm!" she moaned, when she had been trying to make words, but no words came out, only the animal noises of rutting.

She was faintly conscious of the other couple, saw the sporadic movements of them on the couch, but they registered only as naked blurs in her mind. She fucked her lover back with all the power at her command, with the strength of her cunt and the gyrations of her ass and the attacks of her pelvis. She took his strokes and turned them back on him, grinding on his shaft, trying to pinch the head off his cock.

Her nails were raking into the cheeks of his sweaty ass, and she heard the slurp-slosh! noises of his prick hammering into the juicy, suctioning hole of her pussy. Somehow, her panting mouth found his, and somehow she managed to get enough air, even as she tongued him and bit his lips.

"You bitch!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot-assed bitch-lay it up to me, Regina, you prick-crazy woman-come on, come on! I'm about to come-to-come-AHH!"

And the molten lava of his prick burst like a shower of wet sparks into the farthest reaches of her flexing vagina, rained thick and creamily upon the gaping mouth of her cervix, and began to soak, burrowing into the walls of her pussy.

She bucked upon the stilled rod of his cock, twisted her pussy in nearagony upon the deeply seated prick and knew the moment of glory when the universe wheeled about her head. She came, and her legs straightened out to shudder. She came, her asshole twitching and her belly in knots.

At the far rim of reality, she heard the moaning of Stella Baker, and the words the other woman was using to lash Bill into a furious screwing, too. Eyes closed, Regina lay limply with Chuck's throbbing cock buried in her pussy, knowing one ripple after another of bright and searing rapture as it pinwheeled out from her clit, out through her trembling vagina, out to the reaches of her belly and the racing juices of her entire inflamed body.

Oh, she thought; it was marvelous to come so violently that the world was lost in the orgasm. It was fantastic to come so completely that the world centered itself in the joys of her cunt.

Deep breaths wracked her body almost like sobs, and two fat tears went sliding from beneath her lashes to speed down her cheeks. Only truly well-fucked women could know what it was to cry for happiness, she thought. When the tears were gone, she turned her head once more, and peered at the other couch as the waves of her climax subsided for the moment.

She saw them relaxed, Stella flopped over upon his chest now, but with the base of his prick still protruding from the steamy ring of her cunt lips. The other woman's ass was so smooth, so faultless, and it contracted so beautifully, smoothed again in such a lovely fashion.

Chuck lifted himself carefully from her supine body, pulled out his cock with a gulping sound and sat back, sweat pouring down his chest and hairy belly. He felt around and found the remains of his last martini.

Regina sat up, too, blowing hair out of her eyes, still a bit dizzy from the far-out experience. Putting her feet on the floor, she breathed deeply for another long moment before standing up. The martini pitcher seemed very heavy, but she managed to pour herself one, and was grateful for the icy tang in her mouth, for the jolt of gin in her stomach.

She felt a hand on her hip, and turned to look her husband in the eyes.

He was intent, his face shining. "Regina-that was terrific, but I want-I want you now. Can we-"

"Give me a second," she said. "I'm a little wobbly, but I'm certainly willing. Are you ready to go again, so soon?"

"I will be," he said, "if I can get around a couple of drinks. What a sight you were, darling-fucking like the proverbial mink, screwing so fast that your ass was a blur."

"Yes," she said, "Chuck was really savage this time. Did you fuck Stella the same way?"

"Best I could," he said, downing a martini in three swallows. "She's a lot of little woman."

Smiling, Regina toasted the other couple with her glass. "I'll drink to that-and to the upcoming orgy."

Behind her, she could feel eyes boring into her naked back; the boys were watching and yearning, but she could do nothing for them-yet.