Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

Ruth was back to sucking on my cream column. I levered the pulsating prick into and out of her mouth with strong, jackknifing strokes as her delicate fingers stroked my swollen balls. As Lambie closed her thighs around my head, I felt the spunk start to climb the length of my thrusting cock. It made me suck that greasy pussy all the harder, and Lambie shook that much more as I chewed and sucked, and speared my tongue deep into her glowing cunthole. Quim juice continued spilling out all over my face, washing my eyes nose and chin, as well as my cheeks.

Ruth's tongue was spiraling down my crazed cock, teasing the trickling sperm within into boiling up and out so she could drink it. I moved like a speeded-up jackhammer, stuffing cockflesh down her throat again and again. And my movements were reacted so that Lambie felt my tongue spearing into her pussy with the same wild beat my churning cock was stabbing into Ruth's absolutely fantastic mouth. The two women shuddered and shook as the first spasm of my climax overtook me with overpowering proportions and I exploded, filling Ruth's mouth with boiling syrup.

Ruth's lips were pulsating leeches, vacuuming the liquid seed I spilled so that no drops fell on me or my bed. Her thirsting mouth drank greedily of the libation I poured into it, seeking even more than I could offer. Had I not been used so completely by Judy Roberts, Nicky, and Debbie in the past twenty-four hours, I'd have had jet-streams with which to fill her yearning throat. As it was, I splashed a relatively liberal amount against the back of her throat, feeling it tighten around the smooth, rubbery head of my spurting cock.

When she was certain I'd surrendered my last seedling, Ruth finally released my shriveled organ and said to Lambie, "It's my turn to come."

Lambie unwrapped her thighs from around my head and made me lay flat, using her electric fingers to massage my relaxed body. Her tingling fingers ran across my stomach, teasing the navel for an instant, and then began to surround my used pecker. Slowly my stalk began to enlarge again, as her titillating digits statically tingled my skinflute and the oversensitive sac beneath.

When the girls decided I was hard enough, Ruth squatted above my bloodengorged flesh drill, and slowly began sinking. It probed into her feminine well, touching all sides at once, filling Ruth with as much pleasure as she felt cock.

Ruth's slender thighs were widespread, and I could see the puff of blond hair above her cock-filled hole as it mingled with my own dark-brown mat. Her flushed tunnel was so in need of my flesh-shaft, it made squealing sodden sounds as Ruth began riding it. Sopping, sucking noises filled the air as Ruth elevated her body to the top of my flagpole, then slowly returned to rest on my pelvis and mingle our different colored pubic hairs. She had a nice, tight moisture-filled cunt, and the moisture covered her entire interior, oiling the way for my frictioning pecker.

I watched Ruth's belly muscles tighten, pull in, and ripple as she rode me. Her eyes were shut fight, savoring every instant of the thrills rasping through her solid body. She shuddered, shaken to the very foundations of her interior, and the tremors passed themselves through my quivering wand to me.

Lambie-Pie, all hot and bothered from being stopped in the middle of traveling toward her second orgasm, now straddled my face, looking at Ruth, using those electric fingers to massage Ruth's berrylike nipples. The way the two girls were leaning toward one another, it wasn't difficult to guess they were kissing, rubbing their tits against each other. I reached up and felt Lambie's heavy tits first, the huge nipples slipping between my fingers. I kept moving my hands up until I could feel Ruth's nipples, and then massaged the two sets lustily while pounding my crotch up at Ruth's steaming groin.

Lambie rode her fiery slit back and forth on my face, feeling both my nose and my tongue move within the confines of her trench. I let my slippery tongue slither back and forth, tantalizing the soft, oozing inner labia, and then I felt her move her body so that her extended clitoris slipped between my lips. I pulled at that nub of flesh, rubbing my tongue hard against its tiny button-like head; a head which in so many ways resembled the glans on a penis, but in a much smaller size, and without a seeping hole. I teased it, pulling on it with my lips, using my teeth to electrify her as her fingers had charged me, and I felt her tremble with delight. She squirmed around, making certain her passion nub remained locked between my working lips, and I could hear her moaning, "Ohhhhhhh, do it; baby, do it, do it, do it. For Lambie-Pie, do it."

And I did it, feeling the smooth roundness of her clit head grow so that I could actually taste the tiny shaft of flesh below it. I sucked on it much the same way Ruth had sucked on my own powering prong earlier, only I had less than a half inch of leeway, while Ruth had been able to make a trombone slide of my entire six and a quarter inches.

As I tongued and sucked on Lambie's thrill-shaft, I felt Ruth continuing to move up and down along the rigidity of my purple-headed cuntfucker. My pistoning prong seared through her soft, wet membranes as if poking through the meat of a soft melon. It wormed its way around as Ruth moved her luscious hips in a circular way, and I could feel Ruth's thighs starting to tighten. She was closing in on her climax. I could feel the way her arms tightened around Lambie, pulling her even closer, the two sets of tits being squashed hard against one another.

I could feel more than a few sensations myself. My prodding prick pushed fervidly into her volcanic cunt, seeking to extend itself way up into her soft belly. I thought my flailing cock might actually telescope its way into her womb and spurt what little seed I had left right up against the wall where an egg might already be waiting, hoping to be fertilized.

The three of us pumped wildly; I continuing to ram my bloated cock into the furnace of Ruth's blistering cunt, Ruth jamming her torrid sheath down around my thrusting fuck-sword, and Lambie scraping her sopping slot across the bottom of my face as my tongue and teeth did wonderful things to her peasized meaty clit.

Then my cock began to tingle as if the sodden pussy into which I was thrusting was actually a light socket. All kinds of sparks ran through me. In spite of all my orgasms, my balls now felt filled with boiling liquid wax, and though I knew I wouldn't spurt nearly as much as I thought I felt, the sensation would be terrific.

Reaching up, I grabbed the two sides of Lambie's ass, holding her split tight against my hungering mouth, chewing almost viciously on her swollen clit, and then I felt Ruth's thighs tighten around my body as she stiffened, crushing Lambie's body tightly against hers. I could hear her crying, even though Lambie's thighs covered my ears, and I slurped again on Lambie's extension. The two girls came at once, squashing themselves one against the other. And in the middle of it all, my thumping prick, hammering up into Ruth's slot, suddenly surrendered its contents, firing the white streams of life-giving liquid straight into Ruth's cervix.

Both girls felt the need to relax after that, and I didn't have the strength to disagree. But as we lay there, I decided to ply them with a bit of liquor and see if I could make one of them talk.

Getting up, I went to my liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Chivas Regal. When the girls saw it was good stuff, both were willing to partake. And to sweeten it a bit, I dropped a bit of sperm into each glass, careful not to dunk my cockhead into the alcohol. The last thing I needed was Scotch burning my mucous membranes.

In less than an hour the two girls had knocked off the entire quart between them. And when Lambie expressed a need to "powder her nose," leaving the room, I started becoming friendly with Ruth. It turned out she knew the man who had hired them. She and her mother had been good friends with him and his mother. And normally she didn't let men hire her body, but because he was such a good friend and because he had paid her a thousand dollars in advance with the promise of another thousand if she succeeded, she had acquiesced. He was a smart lawyer by the name of Kalman Albert. And I was willing to bet Albert was the attorney for every member of the murder club, which was how he was able to find suitable candidates. He had been the only person not present at the meeting the previous evening. I knew, because Kalman Albert had his face in the papers from time to time, with his grubby-looking beard. And there wasn't a bearded person at the meeting. And he was friendly with all the wheels on the Seabrook Police Force.