like strangling them both, but he couldn't move he had to watch what happened next.
Now Chuck lowered his mouth to Felicia' s right tit, licking around and around the nipple, then pressing his lips to it, sucking hard. Felicia thrust her head back, her long dark hair snaking down her back. She put her hands behind the boy's head, twining her fingers in his bushy blond hair. And she pushed his head harder against her tits, trying to get him to take more and more of her tit-flesh into his mouth.
Chuck crawled forward, forcing her back, so she was lying on the seat. Now he lowered himself onto her, puffing his pants and shorts down past his thighs. All David could see was Chuck's bare ass above the dashboard, pumping furiously.
The fucking went on for five minutes, Chuck's ass flexing and grinding in a steady rhythm. Then he reared back, raising his head so it came back into David's line of vision, an expression of raw lust on his face. His round, muscular ass buns hung poised and shuddering for a moment, and then they disappeared from view as Chuck fucked in deep, collapsing on top of his mother.
Trembling with rage, David got up, his fists clenched, a vein pulsing in his forehead. But just as he got ready to march outside and burst upon them, Felicia tore herself away from Chuck. David could see that she was talking rapidly, that Chuck was nodding his head in agreement. Then they straightened their clothing, gathered up some objects in the van, and opened the doors, hopping down to the pavement and heading toward the house.
David tried to compose himself as they came up the walk. He mussed his hair so that it looked like he'd been sleeping; then he walked out into the hail and turned on the outside light. He could hear Chuck put the key in the lock, opening the door, and then there they were, inside.
Felicia looked surprised when she saw David standing in the hail, his arms folded across his chest. 'Darling!' she said, recovering quickly, smiling broadly at him. 'How was your trip?'
'I got things straightened out,' David said, eyeing her coldly. 'Got back late this afternoon. Decided to take a nap.'
'Sorry we woke you up. Are you hungry? Shall I fix you some dinner?'
'No. Where were you two, by the way?' His voice sounded too curt, too angry, and he realized that if he didn't quickly change his tone, she might guess that he knew what she'd been up to.
Felicia's smile sagged at the corners. 'Oh, Chuckie and I went up to the cabin for the day. I was dying to get away for awhile, and I didn't want to go alone.'
'That was nice of you, Chuck,' David said, gazing at the boy as if he were seeing him for the first time.
Chuck lowered his eyes, stuck his hands in his pockets. 'Uh, no big deal. We had a real good time did some swimming.'
David nodded, then briskly changed the subject. 'Now that I'm up, I think I'm going to go into the den and get a little paperwork done. See you all later.' He turned and strode toward the other end of the house.
Chuck looked up at Felicia, panic in his eyes. 'Don't worry,' she purred. 'He doesn't suspect.'
She left him standing there and walked into her bedroom, where she quickly stripped out of her clothes. Then she examined herself closely in front of the full-length mirror for any telltale signs that she and Chuck had spent the better part of the day fucking their brains out.
She smoothed her hands over her lush body, searching out all the little bumps and bruises.
She discovered a small hickey on her neck underneath her ear, but she could easily hide that with her hair. And her left nipple had a small, shallow cut in it, where Chuck had bit too hard. It wasn't noticeable, although it hurt a little.
But as she gently pushed the cunt hair away from her labes to inspect her sore pussy, she could see how red and swollen they were. And her clit looked bruised and battered, too. She tweaked it, shuddering at the sensation of pain and pleasure that pumped through it. Jizz and cunt cream oozed from deep inside her and dribbled to the carpet.
That would never do. There must be no trace of Chuck's jizz on her. Suppose David tried to fuck her that evening' and discovered that she had a cuntful of another man's jism? She shuddered just thinking of what he might do.
She went into the bathroom and prepared herself a douche, hanging the pink water-filled plastic pouch from the top of the shower and connecting the syringe to the tubing that ran from it. Then, sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, she slipped the syringe in past her sleek thighs and into her cunt.
She squirmed a little on the seat as she felt the cool plastic syringe sliding into her cunt and the warm water begin to spray against her inner pussy flesh. It felt good to have something in her cunt, even if it was just a skinny little syringe. Douching soothed and excited her at the same time, and, brushing her finger against her overworked clit, she closed her eyes and began grinding her ass on the toilet seat, gently flexing her cunt muscles around the embedded syringe.
'Ooooh,' she sighed as the water jetted deep into her cunt in sharp little bursts.
She grabbed onto the end of the syringe and began moving it up and down so that the nozzle pressed into sensitive spots in her pussy. Her heart fluttered and her ass contracted hard as the nozzle and spraying water aroused hundreds of nerves deep inside her pussy.
'Yes, oh yes, oh yes,' she murmured, her eyelids fluttering. Her finger never strayed from her hard, vibrating clit and as she pressed down on it, hot, prickly sensations jetted through her little fuck button to all parts of her body.
Soon, she was rocking back and forth on the toilet seat, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, building toward a gut-wrenching orgasm.
'Aaaaie!' she cried when she reached the peak. Her cunt muscles contracted so hard around the plastic syringe, that it felt as if it would break in two. Warm water gushed against the end of her cunt tunnel mixing with the thick, creamy cunt juice that was pouring from her slick cunt flesh.
As she humped and mewed and gasped with pleasure, she was overtaken by a lewd desire, and she didn't hesitate to act on it. Grabbing the handle of the syringe, she pulled it from her foaming cunt with a great pop, and moving it underneath her to her ass, she pressed the blunt head of the syringe against her pulsing asshole.
'Eeek!' she yipped as the hard plastic nozzle pressed against her sensitive ass muscles. But she was so weak and tired from the orgasm that she just had, that her ass muscles didn't put up much resistance to the steady pressure of the syringe.
With mixed pleasure and pain, Felicia shuddered as she pushed the instrument up into her tender bung. Her ass chute was still sore from where Chuck had fucked her, and she winced as the plastic rubbed up against the bruised walls of her ass tunnel.
'Jesus fucking Christ!' she groaned at last, when the syringe was up to the hilt, the blunt head pressing against her bowels. Slowly, she began rotating it around her ass, and the pain sharp at first began to fade away as thrilling sensations of pleasure replaced it.
She bent forward, resting her check on her knees so she could pull her ass up and give herself more leverage to jab the nozzle straight into her bung. Back and forth she pistoned her ass, bumping the toilet tank with her elbow, starting a hard and fast flick rhythm. Her eyelids fluttered over sightless eyes, her heart pounded in her chest, and her cunt began to churn and pulse in time with her battered ass.
She could barely breathe, so strained was every muscle in her body. And just as she felt another orgasm approaching, Felicia reached up and squeezed the douche bag savagely, sending the last of the water spurting up her ass.
'Aaaaah! Aaaah!' she cried, as the stinging rain slashed into her ass flesh and her whole body shook with the force of her climax. Her guts twisted into a knot, and it felt as if she were falling, falling at a tremendous speed.
When it was over at last, she didn't move but sat there panting on the can, the syringe still sticking out lewdly from between her round white asscheeks.
It looked like any container you might pick up at the drug store, but David had bought it at a sex shoe on Second Avenue. He had planned on using its contents on a snappy redheaded call girl he had fucked several weeks back. The girl seemed game for just about anything, and he'd always fantasized about giving a woman Spanish fly and seeing if it would really turn her into a crazed sex maniac.
He would never have thought of experimenting on his wife that way. He loved her too much for that. But now that she had committed this filthy crime against him, she'd have to pay.
He dumped the flakes of shiny, rainbow colored Spanish fly into a small pot, poured milk over it, and began
