cunt!'
Never before had she pronounced that word! Now, however, she said it and meant it. It seemed like the right word to use. Lightning flashed along her nerve endings, and everything seemed to concentrate below in the pulsing sensations of her fully aroused clitoris as Charlotte caressed it wetly with her tongue.
Behind her, she was aware now that Gene was moving. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he was kneeling between Charlotte's passion-quivering thighs, the hard rubbery head of his cock being guided straight into the other woman's vaginal opening by her own hand. Then, he was thrusting it deep and hard into her… and Cheryl felt the shock of it in the other woman's body below.
Then he was goring deep, his hips rising and falling, as his cock slid in and out of the black-haired beauty's cuntal sheath. She heard the rasp of the lawyer's breath and the slap of flesh on flesh as his loins slapped up hard against Charlotte's nakedly upturned cunt.
She couldn't watch any more. Turning her head back around, Cheryl closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of a heartfelt wish that had crossed her mind. Oh, God! I don't really want that! I don't want him to… to fuck me, too!
But, it was there, in her mind. She had actually thought it. She had wondered whether Gene would be able to fuck her… after he had fucked Charlotte. If she cums right away… and he doesn't shoot his sperm into her… he could… do it to me… too! God! Would I let him? Do I dare? She didn't know. Then, there was one thing of which she was sure, she decided; it was Frank, her husband, she wanted. Oh, I wish he were here… so I could show him how very much I do love him! He had said so much in that one word, because! The only answer he had given her as she demanded an unreasonable 'Why?' from him. Why? Because I haven't been much of a wife to him, lately!
Beneath her wide-splayed legs, where Charlotte's tongue now was dipping deeply into the seething interior of her vagina, she heard the quick, rasping breath of passion, and she guessed that her hostess was rising again on the swift pinions of imminent orgasm. Behind her, Gene, too, was breathing hard, and in the stillness, Cheryl was sure that she could hear the moist lewd sound of his penis thrusting in and out of Charlotte's steaming cuntal passage. Somehow, in her mind the soft, barely audible whisper of man-cock in woman-cunt was translated in her mind, the action giving rise to the word that ricocheted around inside her skull: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK! It was another of those words she knew but would never say — even to herself, for she considered them crude, vulgar, nasty and dirty. But, when you listen… that's what it really sounds like: fuck!
Suddenly, beneath her, Charlotte was no longer tonguing her; the black-haired woman was convulsing spasmodically, her head flailing from side to side, and as Cheryl glanced back over her shoulder, she saw that Gene Barber was plunging into her deep and hard, sweat popping out on his brow with the effort and his breath coming in huge gasps, while Charlotte's soft, full and classically tapered thighs splayed out wide on either side of his pile- driving hips.
'Oh, God! Gene! Fuck me… hard! I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g! I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g! IIII'mmmmm ccuuuuummiiinnnnggg! Aaaaaaaaaaooouuuggghhh!'
Then, Charlotte's hands were on her buttocks pushing her from her straddling position above the black-haired woman's face. Cheryl didn't understand it. The only thought in her mind was the terrifying idea that she was going to be denied the pleasure of her approaching orgasm, for she was already at that high peak of arousal, where she tottered on the spewing edge of a volcanic crater. She wanted it! God! How she needed it!
Somehow, she clambered away, and in the next instant, she was on her back, her own thighs spread wide and obscene, her loins gyrating with her passionate need, and she was holding her arms out to Gene, imploringly. Her voice, unreal, muffled, was saying words she had never dared say before. 'Me next… Gene! Fuck me… next! Oh, God! I'm just about ready… to cum!'
Gene Barber stared at her in disbelief. He stopped and looked down at Charlotte, seeing her face, serene now, as her climax washed through her, relaxing her passion-trembling limbs.
'Fuck her, damn it!' Charlotte choked out at him. 'She's begging you for it!'
Moving his bulk, quickly, agilely, he withdrew his wildly expanding cock from the sheath of Charlotte's clasping vagina and kneewalked up between Frank Paynter's wife's tapered thighs.
Cheryl was not thinking, now; she was acting only on pure instinct, as she reached down to grasp the warmly pulsating shaft of the lawyer's cock to direct it to the needful hole of her cunt. As the chunky cock-head nudged in between the inner petals, moist from her exudate and Charlotte's saliva, she moaned out a heartfelt sigh of expectancy, her ecstasy knowing no bounds as she knew now that she would not be frustrated in her passionate desire. 'OOOoohh! God! Finally!'
Instinctively, she pulled her knees back hard against the petite firmness of her breasts, just as Gene went into her with a rush, his cock dilating her cuntal entrance cruelly and his thick length sliding deeply into her until the head of it flicked past her cervix and buried itself up against the blind back wall of her cuntal passage.
She groaned this time with the pain. 'OOOooh!' But, as his pelvis smacked hard up against her naked, upturned buttocks, she was sure that she could feel every ridge of his cock-flesh against the soft interior walls of her vagina. The rapture of the sensations flashing through her caused her to undulate her loins back up to him after an instinctive retreat.
'Quick… Gene! Fuck me… hard… and fast! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!'
He did! He drove into her hard and fast, plunging deep and forcefully and attempting to find the absolute depth of her cunt with his plumbing cock.
Countering him, her hips writhed beneath his pounding cock, as she took all of him deep into her seething cuntal sheath, ecstatically and only dimly aware that she had already made the ultimate transgression into adultery. At that moment she didn't care. All she wanted was what she was getting. The moral question, so important to her before, would have to be answered… later. It was all so thrilling… so wonderful to lie there and be fucked within an inch of her sanity.
Charlotte watched quietly for a moment or two, but then as she raised up to support herself on an elbow, lying on her side, she reached out a hand to caress Gene's rising and falling buttocks, a finger slipping down into the hairy crease of his buttocks to tantalize the puckered flesh of his tiny anal opening. He reacted to the erotic sensation it produced in him, and he felt the heightened effect of it, never having known how good it would feel.
'What the hell…?' he growled.
'Just giving you an extra little charge!' she leered at him.
'Damn! You can say that, again!' he grunted, feeling as though his pulsing cock driving deep into Cheryl's squirming loins beneath him was expanding almost to the bursting point. It made him want to plunge all the more wildly, and it seemed to him that he had never felt so virile and potent as he did right then.
'Do you want me to go on?' Charlotte murmured.
'Sure! I suppose so…'
Charlotte was on her knees, then, kneeling beside them, and she was dipping her middle finger into the droplets of copious moisture gathered around the cruelly stretched opening of Cheryl's vagina, where Gene Barber's rampaging cock slid in and out with jackhammer force. Finding his anus again, between his flexing buttocks, she pressed her finger against the crinkled flesh and pushed in hard. Gene stiffened and gasped, but he didn't stop pounding cock into the tight-sheathing cunt of Frank Paynter's wife.
It was a new and strange sensation to him. Christ! That's sexy as hell! Then, as his anus adjusted to the strange presence, he felt the pressure of her finger against his prostate, stimulating it and propelling him toward almost instant ejaculation.
Cheryl beneath him, felt a rapture she had never known as his massively thick length drubbed in and out of her wide-held cunt, filling her completely, but the fact that it was not her husband who was filling and fulfilling her, made of it an act of pure raw sex. It was only her own lust which made her accept the man slaving away above her… a lust she now knew was almost uncontrolled.
Then suddenly she arrived. Her climax burst over her ecstatically as she convulsed, the spasms of her orgasm racing through her body with the speed of electricity, and she was in a never-never land of exquisite beauty for a fleeting moment, a glimpse, she thought, of what Paradise must be.
Open-mouthed, her scream of fulfillment burst from her, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuggghhh! OOOooooooohhh! Myyyyyyyyy Goddddddd! IIIIIII'mmmmm cuuuummmiiiinnnggggg! Fuck me! Hard! Fuuuucccck mmmeeeeeee!'
At the same time as Frank Paynter's wife began her writhing, screaming orgasm, beneath him, Charlotte, knowing that now was the time, shoved her middle finger in Gene's anus all the way to the palm of her hand,
