began to rotate his finger, easing it further into her rectum until his palm was flat against her soft, pliant ass. She caught the rhythm and opened her legs yet wider to give him greater access to the ravishment of her loins. Roger's penis grew and expanded inside her until she thought it was going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles. His climax wasn't far away, and with a frenzy he rammed his prick and finger in cadence to one another, exciting her to newer heights.
'Oooohhh, fuck it hard… harrrrdddd!' she gasped, jackknifing her legs, pressing her knees back hard against her breasts, her heels pounding high on his back. She mumbled almost unintelligible obscene words and phrases, her mouth contorted with the nearing explosion of her orgasm, and her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head.
She pulled back her thighs until the whole of her pink vaginal slit was presented in an offering to his craving cock. She squirmed beneath him, her crotch in a lewd, pagan dance of abandoned ecstasy. Then she gave a high- pitched, wild banshee howl, and she locked her legs around him as her loins jerked spasmodically against his thighs.
'I'm cuuuuuummmmiiiiinnnngggg!' she yelled, squeezing like a vise against his cock. It was all he could do to continue screwing into her. But then he felt the maddened sperm in his balls rush through his scrotum and charge for release. He groaned and tensed his body, and the waves of semen gushed from the glans opening and poured into her wildly sucking pussy in a seemingly endless flow. Their bodies collapsed together on the patio, Isabel, little more than a limp rag beneath him, her cunt still locked tightly around his pumping cock. He lay quiet against her, allowing for his final draining seeds to dribble forth.
'That was beautiful,' she murmured after a time. 'I haven't had such a good ride all evening.'
Roger deigned to pull his wet hardness from the soft, warm bed of her pussy. He simply sighed and let it deflate within her.
'Come on, come on!' Randall groaned to Diane. 'Fuck back, fuck back!'
He dug his hands into her backsides as she bucked beneath his pillaging Corinthian column. She made indistinct sounds into the couch cushions with his every forward lunge, and she felt as though she was being sodomized by a giant gorilla who was splitting her down the middle with his gargantuan lust-perverted penis.
Diane could feel him thrusting more sadistically than ever, the sight of her gyrating body exciting him to greater bestial strokes into her soft, rubbery depths. Her breath came hot and ragged and she droned into the cushion, her lips opening and closing fish-like from the uncontrollable feelings which surged through her.
Then, suddenly, there was another movement near her head and she could feel the cushion drop from the weight of someone descending upon it. Fingers fumbled with her lips and she felt a wet viscid sponginess being pressed to her mouth. She jerked her head up and stared at the long, purplish cock directly in front of her lips. She recalled Marc having said the man there was Dr. Ron Hilton. He sneered down at her without any physician's compassion, the bushy beard around his chin quivering with the lust of her enticing state.
He splayed his legs on either side of her face and lifted her head with the flat of his hand pushing against her forehead, and with the other hand he forced his prick into her parting mouth. He groaned and wormed it past her lipstick rimmed lips, and when Randall behind gave Diane an extra hard shove in her widespread anal crevice, she gasped and shot forward, impaling Hilton's thick cock in the wet warm grotto of her cheeks. She felt his hugeness slither the full length of her tongue and lodge against the back of her throat.
Hilton began to screw his cock deep into her mouth, his hands holding her head, and he quickened his thrusts until he was fucking her in matched time to the anal rape of Randall's cock. As he pulled out, he allowed a slight part of the swollen glans to remain between her lips, but then would ram again deep into the moist shelter with seething perversion.
'Suck, suck, suck, baby!' he commanded harshly, and her lips began to nibble hungrily at his thrusting instrument, and his balls bounced against her chin, the male odor of his groin filling her flaring nostrils with further depraved desire. He thrust so deep into the back of her throat his pubic hair brushed against her face, leaving teasing wet marks from its bristling touch.
Behind her Randall felt himself building toward his climax. His hands gripped her waist harder and he began to fuck her faster and faster, battering his loins mercilessly against the quivering moons of her buttocks. His breath came short, hot, and he mauled her flaccid cheeks with random movements. He stared down at her slender body as he battered her asshole violently, stretching her moons as far as they could spread, watching his cock rip into the moist pink flanges of her anus.
Roger stepped inside the living room, having left the now resting Isabel on the patio. His limp cock grew immediately as he saw the obscene and lascivious rites of copulation spread before him. He realized he was far from finished for the night that while Isabel had been damned good, she had not been near enough. No woman would have been enough to satiate his wildly inflamed desires this evening. Everywhere he looked there were nude, churning bodies undulating for completion, and he rubbed his penis into a full erection.
He walked toward the sun porch. Then, suddenly, his eyes fell upon the depraved sight of his wife and her two lovers on the tweed couch. He moaned involuntarily at seeing Diane sucking desperately at Dr. Hilton's penis, while Randall wildly sodomized her. He moved forward in perverse desire, unable to control his building lust at the sight. He wanted to see every little action, every tiny movement between his wife and Randall and that doctor.
Roger could scarcely breathe. His rod heaved with throbbing hardness. He glanced back into the living room at the other couples, all of whom had swapped their legal mates and were engaged in one form or another of rampant perversion. Then again he watched his wife on the couch, Hilton's cock shoved into her mouth, her head bobbing like a surrealistic yo-yo on a string, his prick soaring into her face until her lips touched his pubic hair. And Randall pulling her buttocks apart with his hands, her tiny tight rectum clenching like a rubber band around his slamming, jolting cock. God almighty, the orgy seemed unlimited!
He slipped down beside his wife, facing her wildly undulating buttocks, his eyes centered on the wide split crevice of her ass, fascinated by the rampaging cock which smashed against the quivering and unimpeded anus. He held his breath as the puckered pink flesh withdrew and then sank back again from the brutal thrusts; and then, delirious from the passionate view, he traced his fingers over her thighs, dipped them down and felt the soft pubic hair of her cunt. The wet fleece dripped over his exploring hands, oozing down his fingers, and Diane began to moan through her tightly ovalled lips. This only seemed to excite Roger more, and suddenly, overwhelmingly, he had to have his wife! He had to take her and ravage her and possess her, had to participate in the lewd rape of her body… and it was rape, even if she wasn't fighting it. The sight and feel had peaked his lust to a mind-blowing, rampant stage, and his prick bloated with the anticipation of adding its own debauchery.
Roger lowered his head and began to worm it face-up under her heavily perspiring belly, letting her soft warm skin beat its tattoo of sexual cadence against his nose. Slowly he slithered further. Diane, sensing his erotic presence, numbly raised herself to his questing head and saw her husband. Oh, God, Roger was going to suck her while the other two fucked her rectum and mouth!
His hands masturbated her voraciously throbbing cunt, working their way up her vaginal barricades, tickling the very essence of her womanhood. Then he removed his hand, his lips pressing the first sweet parting folds of her vagina. Roger's eyes opened to the searing sight of her pussy nuzzling his nose and lips. He probed with his tongue until he found the pulsing shaft of her miniature phallus, and then heard her choked whimper as he teased it with agonizing pleasure between his teeth. He ran his tongue around and around it, moving in the tempo of the salacious anal fucking Randall was giving her but scant inches away. He could see and hear Randall's cock as it surged inside her anal passage and deep into her rectum, and he could feel the pummeling Randall was giving her body; it only spurred him onward, massaging her slit and flailing his head from side to side.
Diane lolled her tongue along the base of Hilton's bulbous cock, wildly jerking her loins to the sensuous abuse the three men were performing on her. Ooooooohhhhhh! her mind cried, I can't think straight! Those feelings in my cunt and ass and mouth are driving me insane! Tears came to her eyes, and she shoved her cunt down upon Roger's agile tongue, pushing his face deeper into her steaming genitals.
Roger moved beneath her kneeling body again, this time lifting her leg and turning his own body around so that he, too, lay on the couch, his legs stretched out behind her, in between the heavily flexing thighs of Randall. His stiff cock brushed against Diane's warm moist pubic hair, and she waved her impaled buttocks wildly, bringing a moan of contentment from Randall's throat. The man sodomizing her asshole allowed her to lower her grinding cunt lips over her husband's animal-like prick, and furiously Roger surged upwards, his rump off the couch as he rammed his cock deep within his wife's waiting, fire-filled pussy.
