Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"Wow!" Joan called out. "Oh, wow!"

Her mouth was wide open, her tongue hanging out as her head lolled again as it had prior to her previous orgasm. Sweat slickly covered her skinny body, and her nookie tightened its fistlike grip on his skinny, plunging prick. She was juicing all over the place, soaking the sheets beneath her. His cock had such a sheen on it, it was as if the shine had been painted on. Her thighs and hairy crack in her ass were glistening with her womanly grease. It flowed freely because of the thinness of his pushing peter. It left enough room for her to unleash her heavy juices. Even so, I could bear the slurping sound his pidookie made each time it slammed its way back in. Her pussy was actually gurgling with fluid.

"Fabulous," she told him. "Fabulous. Terrific. Wowowow."

She was really in seventh heaven. She was in a nirvana all her own as his schlong kept filling her. Her skinny lips were pulled way back, and her large, crooked nose quivered as her huge nostrils flared even wider than usual. The hard features on her skinny face were rapturously pulled back because of the way he was ploughing into her. She was slamming her furnacelike snatch up to him with relish, trying to keep pace with him. But he was beginning to move faster than she as his thin tool worked its way back and forth between the lips of her hair-rimmed trough.

He plunged his length in even more quickly now, shortening the strokes. No question about it this time. He was ready for the big jump-off. So was she. The woman no longer had her senses about her. She was a vessel of pure, energetic sensuality, reduced to being a single erogenous zone as his masculine plunderer D and C'd her frothing fuckhole.

Her hands slid up and down his back, her blunt fingers trying to rake lines in his back but not succeeding. She hugged him tightly to her as if her salvation depended on what he was doing. Her skinny, shapeless tits were squashed against the iron grey hairs on his chest, while her long, pipestem legs eeled their way over his back, kicking his rump and urging him to greater efforts.

"Wonderful, thin cock," she mumbled. "Marvelous prick. Made to fit without hurting. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Squirt your come into me. Blast away."

"Almost there," he whispered hoarsely, just loud enough for my microphone to pick up.

Joan was no longer in command of her muscles. Her thin thighs were upraised, her ankles crisscrossed above his hunching behind as she yelled, "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!"

His ass was dripping sweat onto the bed, mixed with her lubricating fluid. The split of her ass was wide apart, revealing the tiny puckered hole beneath the reaming pole still moving in and out of her flushed box at breakneck speed. The asshole tightened and widened with each fornicating stroke, moving rhythmically with the stretched muscles of her wallowing pussy. Her furry cuntlips leeched tightly to his pistoning pole, popping out and looking like an obscene kissing pair of lips, then popping back in each time he slammed forward. The inner folds of her slick labia were inflamed with the friction of his pussy-punching cock.

The sight began to prove too much for Debbie, who was already undressing while still holding onto my exposed prick.

"Give it to her already," Debbie muttered, removing her last article of clothing and then using her hands to undo my pants, her eyes still glued to lusty scene on the monitor.

As if Roberts had been waiting for Debbie's okay he seemed to jackhammer his fuckmeat into her at the fastest clip yet, the long, thin shaft plunging into the sopping, dark hole like a solid plunger into a mineshaft. He ran the skinny cock into her with the power of a crazed elephant.

Joan's feet untangled from behind his back and fell to the bed. She had lost complete muscular control of herself and now simply lay there, waiting for her second climax to overpower her as the first climax flooded her box. Roberts hit into her with such energy I thought the bed would collapse.

Now Joan was unable to speak. All she could do was hiss the air out of her lungs as Robert's thrusting became even more violent. His plunges were less than an inch m length as his prick moved at the speed of light, harder and faster. His balls were so tight against his body they seemed to almost disappear into his groin. His ass cheeks were shivering now with the lustful need to unload the semen inside him. He began a violent series of half inch reams, gasping each time his prong rammed into her.

"Now, goddamn you, now," Joan yelled, and Roberts' lanky lob buried itself deep into her gnawing gash. All I could see was the barest bit of tight scrotum, and he looked as if he wanted to push the wrinkled sac into her well.

"Give it to her, give it to her," Debbie murmured her eyes on the monitor, her hands removing my pants and underpants from around my ankles, and her mouth less than an inch from my own drooling cock.

Debbie was going crazy now, The room seemed to smell of the sex we were watching as she lowered her mouth indelicately onto my rigid cock, taking it all in up to the hairy root. I felt my load was as big as Roberts despite my having jazzed his wife a little over an hour earlier.

"Boyoboyoboy," Roberts muttered, his ass tightening and shimmering. His close-to-the-body balls seemed to yank at his groin and then began shaking. He groaned aloud one more time, and then I saw him just crush his cock deeply into her waiting belly, cramming his hair against her own patch as the seed erupted from his pipeline. The spunk jetted into her hungry gash as she yelled, "That's it, that's it. Pour it in. Fill me full of the love juice. Blast it into me, fill my love nest. Don't stop, don't stop. Keep firing.. . I want to feel it… dribbling out of my… throat."

He was pouring out the full contents of his testicles. He'd never be able to keep the cock hard once he'd finished. More and more of the hot, sticky fluid was siphoned from him to her.

The pulsating of Roberts' climaxing cock pushed Joan over the edge for a second time. She lost all her breath in a single, near-bloodcurdling yell as her rising stomach slapped against his own working belly and she wrapped both arms even more tightly around him, clinging to him as if the liquid he pumped into her would give her new energy and life. Her flowery asshole tightened and refused to open as his white, gluey liquid began dribbling from her crazed cunt down into her ass crack. Her outpouring lubricant made the globs of come juice seem even greater, and her pussy lips, no longer raw from the frictioning they had received, were returning to their normal, healthy pink color.

Her voice was less than a whisper as she continued to clutch him tightly while in the throes of an uncontrolled orgasm. Her limbs now began to flop around as if she were a rag doll as she moaned and softened, her whole body almost liquifying. She lay there shivering, completely beyond sanity as her oozing slit tightened and tightened again. She continued coming and coming until it looked as if she'd never be able to stop.

Finally it came to a conclusion, and Cy Roberts' limp, rail-like pecker, now shrunken to a tenth its size, fell out of her twat. He rolled over and lay there on the bed beside her. Neither was able to speak, and probably would be unable to move or say anything for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Now it was my turn.

I grabbed Debbie by her long brown hair and pulled her sucking lips off my throbbing meat. Flinging her back on the bed, I kneeled over her, pressed my enlarged glans to her creaming crack, then thrust into her warm, wet chamber, deep and hard. She put her arms tightly around me and held me to her, saying, "I'll never last as long as those two."

"We're not trying to compete," I murmured. "We're here to enjoy ourselves." And I began fucking into her almost violently.