H. Hawkes - For couples only

Mustering all the will power at his command, Boyd shoved roughly at Lucia's forehead. The wet smack of broken suction filled his ears as Lucia toppled backward. Ignoring her angry outburst, he jumped to his feet and ran across the patio. The night air felt cold on his saliva-wet prick as it swayed, still hard as a rock, to and fro. His bare feet slapped the concrete. His cock slapped too, hitting wetly from one side of his stomach to the other as he ran the few steps to where Dirk and Faith lay on the chaise. He stopped beside them, hesitating, unsure as to how to go about untangling the adulterous union.

Faith was moaning steadily now, her lovely face all distorted with raging lust as her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes opened and looked up at him, then closed dreamily again as if she hadn't even seen him standing above her and her big-dicked lover. Her arms were locked around Dirk's muscled back, holding him tightly to her.

"Harder! Fuck harder!"

It was a command, a hungry order. The hissing words had come from Faith's mouth but the voice was not hers. Boyd's mouth dropped open in disbelief. He stared dumfounded as Faith clawed viciously at Dirk's back with her long, painted nails. Her feet dropped from the chaise and hit the patio. Her heels came up off the concrete as she braced with the balls of her feet and slammed her cunt up abandonedly to Dirk. Her toes curled down against the concrete and turned white from the intensity of her efforts. The muscles of her calves and thighs stood out from the strain. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons standing out like taut cords behind her flexed knees. The soft flesh of her thighs swayed with each frantic thrust of her pelvis. Just below the wet, hairy mound of her cunt the tendons on the inner slopes of her creamy white thighs stood out boldly from the soft flesh, jerking and dancing like bowstrings being rapidly plucked.

Orgasm was drawing near for them both. For a crazy second Boyd considered letting them go on with the wild, jerky union. He was even more caught up in their lust now than he had been at the start. He hadn't believed it then, and thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him as Dirk's huge cock spread Faith's small cunt to the very limit and inched up into her slowly until his wrinkled scrotum nestled snugly into the warm crack of her innocent young ass. But there was no doubt in his mind now. Faith had more meat in her tunnel than he, himself, would ever be able to give her. And she loved it! Goddamn her! She loved it! She was going out of her head with lust and chanting vile obscenities into Dirk's ear as she clawed his back and threw her pussy up to gobble his donkey-like cock again and again.

A hoarse, unintelligible curse burst from his throat. He grabbed Faith's wrists and flung her arms to the sides, away from Dirk's red-streaked back.

Faith looked up glassily at him. Saliva trickled down her cheek. Her lips were puffy and trembling. Sweat beaded her forehead and she licked wildly at her teeth and lips. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips pulled back and bared her teeth. Her arms shot up and clasped Dirk harshly to her again. "Oooh! Ouuu!" She groaned mournfully as the first waves of deep orgasm swept throughout her body. "I'm coming! OH DIRK! DARLING MAN! Come with me… hurry… shoot it… shoot it… SHOOT IT!!!"

The urgent pleas caused Dirk to plunge into the dark, sweet lake of orgasmic waters right along with her. A guttural sound ripped from his throat. The cheeks of his ass dimpled as he ground his pelvis roughly into Faith's, holding the full length of his twitching cock inside her fluttering vagina. His mouth sought hers, found it and closed over her lips. His tongue shot into her mouth. He moaned a muffled moan into her oral cavity as her cheeks hollowed in suction and drew his pink spear out to the limit.

Grabbing a mass of Dirk's hair, Boyd jerked his head back. The sound of the broken kiss was a loud, wet slurp. Warmth covered Boyd's backside. A small hand came around him and grasped harshly at his hard dick. Another small hand came around his other side and fingers enclosed his balls. The fingers squeezed down just enough to cause spears of pain to shoot up through his loins.

"Leave 'em alone, Boyd. It's too late to stop them now." Lucia's voice was soft, but it was more of an order than a request. Her tone held a threat.

"No! Goddamn it! NO!" Boyd shouted. He jerked Dirk's head back roughly, enjoying the painful wail that escaped the older man's tightly stretched throat.

"Stop it!"

Lucia's voice cut like a knife in his ears. Her fingernails scraped and dug into the shaft of his cock. The sharp pain caused him to cry out and gasp, but still he tugged at Dirk's head in an effort to drag the man from his wife before he went into orgasm and shot his sperm inside her heaving belly. Lucia's slender fingers tightened threateningly around his balls.

"Oh-uhgg! No… No, Lucia!" A dull, sickening pain swept over Boyd as Lucia squeezed down a little harder on his nuts.

"Turn Dirk loose or I'll crush them for you!"

When Boyd refused to release his grip on her husband's hair, Lucia made good her promise. Smiling inwardly, secretly pleased that Boyd had presented her with the opportunity to exercise her sadistic nature, Lucia suddenly clamped down on his balls with all her might. Boyd disappointed her. She'd hoped to hear him scream out shrilly into the night. But he didn't. Instead, he merely stiffened and heaved a choking gasp.

Releasing Dirk's hair, Boyd sank to his knees beside the wildly fucking couple. His hands covered his groin and he rocked back and forth, moaning and whimpering. He heard his wife sobbing out her second orgasm. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered now except the waves of nausea churning through his guts. Hands pushed at his head, forcing his face into the crack of Dirk's warm and sweaty ass. The smell of shit filled his nostrils. Boyd gagged. He fought against vomiting for a moment, then the smell was gone. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of hairy balls jerking rhythmically above a dancing asshole. The coarse sounds of a grunting male orgasm joined Faith's softer sighs. A trickle of come overflowed her cock-filled pussy and collected in her quivering anus.

Dirk left his spurting cock buried in Faith to the hilt till the spasms subsided and his balls loosened and hung limp once more. The young wife's moans had diminished to afterglow whimperings when he slowly pulled his limp and glistening organ from her vagina and stood beside the chaise. Boyd was hobbling around in a circle, groaning and still holding his pain-racked nuts.

"You shouldn't have been so hard on him, baby," he admonished Lucia. She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming as she watched the bent-over young husband doing his dance of pain. Dirk went to her and kissed her lips. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Control yourself. Later, honey. When we get the party set up… then you can have all the fun with him you want. But not now. Be careful, or you'll scare them off."

"Her too," Lucia breathed excitedly. "I've got luscious plans for Faith too."

"Tell me about it later. Let's calm them down right now or we may blow the whole bit. I'll take care of Boyd. You go sit with Faith and keep her from having an attack of conscience."

Lucia nodded and went to the chaise. She sat down beside Faith and smiled sweetly down into her eyes. Palming a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Faith's forehead and gently patting her abdomen at the same time, she asked, "Having a good time, little one?"

"Oh, God! I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Lucia. I didn't mean to… I mean… Oh! Oh, I don't know how to say it."

"Hush, baby, hush. You don't have to say anything. And for God's sake don't apologize. I'm glad you and Dirk made it so deliciously together."