Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"I love the way that mirror is angled," I heard her tell Roberts, as she pointed to the dresser mirror a little off to the side. I could see what she meant. It reflected their fucking bodies back to them, arousing them all the more.

"We'll have to use this room again," Roberts told her.

"Yes," she muttered. "You can see everything. Don't you just love watching the way we fuck?"

"Looks great," Roberts admitted, then returned his attention to the serious business of fucking.

He had been hovering above her again, only the tip of his ultra-thin prong inside her clasping cunt. Abruptly, he drove forward, slamming the whole damn prick back into her sopping nest with a single thrust. His thighs slammed against her ass with a loud whack.

"Wowww!" Joan yelled, and I could feel Debbie squeezing my hand all the tighter. Her (Debbie's) other hand wandered over the bulge in my pants, making it all the more difficult to concentrate on the scene I was watching.

Now Roberts drew his mighty long, trim-lined prick back again, once more revealing the white, oil-covered shaft except for its bluish head. Then he stroked in again, and Joan's energetic snatch gobbled it up.

"Christ!" she all but yelled. "I love it, I love it. Keep pumping, lover."

And Roberts kept on spearing his meat into her consuming cunt.

He screwed taking his time, almost in a relaxed way. Each time he sank his pillion into her it drove her flat ass hard against the squeaking mattress. Her already shapeless ass was being mashed flatter. He wasn't slamming into her quickly, but he sure was hitting her hard and deep.

Joan's arms were around him, hugging him to her all the more tightly. Debbie, meanwhile, was getting more and more aroused, and rubbed her knee against my ass. I reached out and gave her thigh a pat.

Little by little Roberts began to speed up his plunges, stabbing her more and more quickly. Joan whimpered, then began tearing at his back with her fingertips. She had no real nails and wasn't able to scratch his skin, but she did leave red welts. Her mouth bit his shoulder, but not deep enough to break the skin.

"Jesus!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus! More, more, more.

Her hands slid down past the bottom of his spine and grabbed the two halves of his plunging ass. Her stomach muscles began to suck her flesh in until it was almost concave.

Now she pulled back her legs, wrapping her thighs over his back, kicking his ass in time to the way he stroked into her. She leveraged her creaming cunt up against his plowing prick with all the energy she could muster.

"I'm going to come," she told him, sucking in her breath. "I'm going to come."

"That's what it's all about," he replied, pounding into her a bit faster.

"Oh wonderful… yessss… terrific… wow… great… maaa… fuck it to me. Stick that pencil as deep as you… can. Oh Lord… don't stop now… I'm… commmmminnnnnggg!"

He didn't change the tempo of the way he was pronging her. The force of his pounding cock remained the same as he shagged it into and out of her at the same regulated fast pace.

Joan's eyes were bulging, her head spinning as she moved it rapidly from side to side. Her mouth was slack her pink tongue dangling from the right side, and she was holding her breath, awaiting the oncoming rush of her orgasm.

Roberts' cock was getting to her. Joan was on the edge of her crisis, her own body slamming against his with every bit of strength she could muster. She held onto his bouncing ass, trying her best to thrust his skinny schiong through her own body so it could stake her to the mattress. Her sludgy cunt made sucking sounds as his cock sloshed into it.

"Now," she yelled, no longer caring who might hear her. "This is it.. . this is it… this is it… oh yeah… wow!"

Joan lost the rhythm as her entire body tightened, her arms and legs surrounding Roberts, crushing him until he could barely breathe. She squeezed and squeezed. Sweat covered her from top to bottom. It made her white, almost sickly skin shine as if varnished.

Now she fell back onto the bed, bones held together in a sack of flesh, shivering and quaking. I could barely recognize her face as sweat continued oozing from her pores, making her look like an oiled, uncooked sausage. She was sighing, inhaling strongly, trying to pull air into her lungs. I can't recall when I've heard a woman carry on so loudly. She was having one wild orgasm, and Cy Roberts hadn't slowed the littlest bit. He continued slamming his solid pike into her squishing hole while she squeaked and quivered underneath him, taking his skinny cock all the way in and loving it.

No doubt about it. This chick was having multiple orgasms. No woman could go on so long on a single climax.

"I love you," she whispered to Cy. "Oh God! I do love you. Don't stop, don't stop. You're so great."

So he speeded up his violent thrusting, stabbing her sucking twat again and again with his rampant sword. He had plenty of stamina. His ass kept chugging back and forth, running his reaming rod into her slippery box again and again. Son of a bitch! That Cy Roberts really knew how to pound away at a pussy. That long, skinny squirt-rod of his was getting to Joan again.

"Cy," she murmured, clasping him even closer. "You've got the justright cock. It's the right length, the right thickness, and it's even the right shape, bent at just the right angle to fit into me perfectly. I wish we could fuck like this all day and night. I just love the way it feels in me. Ohhhh sock it to me. Ram it all the way in. Screw my rectum right off. Oh wow!"

Joan's lewd outcries, ringing in our ears, made both Debbie and me all the hotter. I could feel Debbie's hands squeezing my own rigid tool. She was begging, in a silent way, to be fucked, just as Joan was getting hers. We were both charged up, watching Cy Roberts slam it to his skinny mistress, lost in the physical pleasure of pure tucking. We were getting hotter and hotter, watching the grey-haired man plunge his potent prong into the woman's slurping, sucking cunt.

They were going at it all the harder now. Jesus, what action. Debbie and I had all but forgotten how plain Joan was. The reaming she was getting had changed her, making her look better. They went at it like they loved fuckmg for its own sake as well as for the sake of the fuck partner. And I was getting every bit of it on videotape. Judy Roberts would have more than enough evidence, but I figured I might watch the film with her in case she needed to cool off.

Roberts was stuffing his pencil-thin cock into Joan as it was the last fuck they would ever enjoy, and she was responding in kind, heaving her flat ass high up off the bed, slamming her pelvic hair into the bush surrounding his prick. Now they looked like some kind of toy someone had wound up as they fucked in synchronization.

"Terrific!" Joan was yelling as her flat fanny bounced up and down at a furious pace. Her thighs were taut as her legs stretched out under her, yanking, tugging, and pulling him into her.

Roberts was groaning now. I couldn't see his face, but the way his ass tightened told me he was near coming off. And it affected Debbie too. She had unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing meat so she could play with it all the better. Soon I'd be jazzing her.

Meanwhile, Roberts's heavy testicles were no longer dangling. They were tight, high up, and out of the way, giving us an even better view of the way his thin prong was juicing its way into Joan's slimy crack. The tightening of his nuts meant he would shortly squeeze the sperm from them, filling Joan's aching twat.

Joan knew it too. She increased the tempo of her bouncing, going into high gear, almost absorbing his pounding pudendum. His ass cheeks moved so quickly they looked like something in an old silent movie, tightening and loosening a dozen times a second.