cock also.
Just then the outer door of the apartment opened, and Barbara entered with Steve following behind.
'Well, look what's happening here!' she said.
The blonde girl and bearded man looked at her but continued fucking. She didn't mind being watched by people.
Steve glanced around. 'Where are Sharon and Todd?'
Barbara looked pointedly at the closed bedroom door.
Suddenly everything clicked into place in Steve's mind, and he only required the confirmation which lay behind the door. He strode across the room and flung the door open.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sight of Todd straddling Sharon's neck and stroking his stiff prick in and out of her mouth burned itself into Steve's brain. He stood for a moment and just stared at the fantastically lewd spectacle of his wife blowing her own brother's prick.
Suddenly rage overcame Steve, and he rushed into the room.
Todd saw him and quickly pulled back, jerking his cock out of Sharon's sucking mouth. She opened her eyes and stared drunkenly up at her husband. She gasped.
Todd backed off the bed. He forced a grin. 'We were just kidding around, Steve,' he said. 'We both got kind've high and…'
Steve moved up to the younger man and threw a punch with lightning speed. It connected with the point of Todd's chin and toppled him. He dropped onto his butt on the floor and passed out.
Sharon, sick with fear and the realization of what Steve had seen, scooted backward on the bed so that her spine was pressed against the headboard. Her mouth and eyes were open wide as she stared at her husband. He turned towards her.
'No, Steve… ooh God, no… please don't!' she cried, fearing that he might kill her.
He had a right to do so, she thought. She had betrayed him terribly, and she had betrayed herself as well, by getting sexually involved with her brother.
Steve had never felt such hatred for another human being. Yet even so, he couldn't ignore Sharon's beauty or the appeal she still held for him. He wanted her, even as he hated her. His interlude with Barbara, satisfying as it had been at the time, didn't lessen his desire for Sharon now.
He stared at his wife's open thighs – at the soft, hair-encircled cunt which beckoned him moistly – and his prick began to harden in his pants. But he couldn't just fuck her and forgive her for everything. He would have to punish her – make her suffer as she had made him suffer. Then he would walk out, he tentatively decided.
The couple from the other room, who had finished their fuck by this time, crowded into the doorway to see what was going on. Barbara stood next to Steve, fearing what he was about to do with his wife.
'Take it easy, okay?' she said, clutching his arm. 'Don't do something you'll be sorry for.'
'I won't be sorry,' he insisted. 'But she will,' he added, glaring at Sharon.
'Ooh, Steve… nooo!' she wailed again.
He lunged and grasped her by an arm, pulling her towards him. But she managed to roll over and started to scramble off the bed.
He stared at her luscious bare ass, twisting and quivering, and suddenly he knew what he was going to do to her. By God, he would do it right now! he thought.
His cock turned bolt-hard in his pants.
He dropped onto the bed partially atop his wife, pinning her down. She gasped, then whimpered. She tried to struggle out from under him, but that was no use.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big long dick. He stripped the foreskin off the pink, swollen head.
Sharon, gazing fearfully over her shoulder, saw this and stopped struggling. He just going to fuck me, she thought. Far from representing punishment, this pleased her.
She lifted her hips invitingly and pressed her chest against the mattress.
'Do it to me, darling,' she pleaded as she waggled her ass at him. Her knees were positioned well apart, and her cunt was completely exposed.
But he was staring at her ass crack and at the pinkish brown dimple that nestled between her white, satiny buns. Make her suffer! Was the thought that dominated his enraged mind.
Barbara, the bearded man, and the blonde girl watched tensely, saying nothing. Todd remained unconscious on the floor.
'This is for being a cheat!' Steve told his wife, and spat on his finger. He rubbed the saliva on the head of his cock.
'But I want you to take me, darling,' she said. 'I'll never cheat on you again.'
'And this is for cheating with your own Goddamned brother!' Steve added, spitting on his fingers again. This time he rubbed the saliva into the crack of Sharon's ass, swabbing it into her bung.
She finally realized, through the alcoholic fog in her brain, what her husband intended to do.
'No!' she exclaimed as she tried to move forward. But her head was against the headboard of the bed, and she couldn't get away.
Steve jammed the head of his cock in between her buttcheeks, pushing it against her tight little shitter.
'Nooooh!' she cried again. 'You'll kill meeee! Ooh, God! Somebody stop him!'
But no one made a move to help her.
The bearded man and the blonde had their arms around each other's waists, and she was stroking his cock as they watched the erotic spectacle on the bed. Barbara just stared, wide-eyed.
Steve applied greater pressure with his prick, twisting the tip of the wicked tool against the small ring of muscles that guarded his wife's rectum. She let out another cry, for he was beginning to hurt her. But she was even more fearful of the hurt which was yet to cum.
Steve pushed and twisted harder. He jammed his cock against his wife's bung with all his might. Suddenly the resistance of her muscles gave way, and the thick head of his prick popped into Sharon's asshole.
She felt as if someone had pointed a blowtorch up her rear, and she shrieked loudly. Blinding pain enveloped her. Steve showed her no mercy, but kept pushing and grinding his vicious prick, forcing it up her narrow spasming rectum. Sharon's pain increased. She began to lose consciousness.
But then, after Steve had driven most of his cock up her butt and was holding it there, pulsating inside her ass, a miraculous change in her attitude began to take place. His invasion of her asshole still hurt, but with less intensity, and in a peculiar way the pain began to give her pleasure.
She knew she had wronged her husband, and wronged nature itself by her involvement with Todd, and she had really wanted to be punished for this, though she hadn't been conscious of the desire. Now she was getting her punishment, and it was good! she thought. In addition to that, Steve was proving himself to be the dominant, uninhibited male that she had wanted and needed.
Though tears streamed down her cheeks and her ass still felt as if it were on fire, she moaned, 'Darling… darling! Ooh fuck it, fuck it!'
Steve growled, baring his teeth. He began stroking his prick in and out of his wife's hot, tight, spastically contracting asshole. His rod sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. He smacked his crotch rhythmically against her springy butt.
She moaned from the strange mixture of pleasure-pain which consumed her, and gradually she began to grind her ass against his deep-probing thrusts. She pushed backward to absorb even more of his dong into her fire-ravaged butt.
Her passionate response surprised him – and it displeased him, also. His purpose had been to make her suffer, and here she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
He fucked her ass harder.
'Oh… oh… oh!' she said as she bumped against his brutally impaling cock.
