pussy.
Fred Furness' hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the upthrust softness of her breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in hungry subjugation at the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total abandoned surrender he knew were sure to come.
Linda was sobbing helplessly under his attack, and then suddenly, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
'Oh no! No! I can't!' she cried out into the room, the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hitting her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but of the more frightening and shameful awareness that her body was now enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness, but it was a losing battle as Fred Furness mouthed and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured confused mind – the dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly convulsed spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue, her hands curling down into his hair with a low, soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband in the other room, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Fred sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin thrust his relentlessly ministering tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath of her vagina where he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated to himself, watching excitedly the pained pleasure contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with growing excitement, until he rammed it deep up into that white little belly of hers and shot his hotly spewing sperm all the way up in this tight steaming pussy. By God she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get up between her widespread thighs.
Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right… and get it good.
CHAPTER SIX
In the kitchen on the floor, Tommy was going almost out of his mind with the wildly wanton gyrations Grace was making with her pussy on his cock. It felt as though he was riding a wild animal in heat as his lovely blonde neighbor bucked up again and again under him, almost throwing him off her thrashing body from the inhumanely strong upward thrusts of her widespread, moistly heaving loins.
The young husband's blood-distended cock seemed to continue swelling and growing beyond all possibility as he felt it gliding slickly in and out of her tightly clinging cunt. His palms were cupping her bumping, grinding buttocks beneath, his fingers digging mercilessly into the trembling flesh as she backed her hips down away from him on the out-stroke, then flicked them in a wild circular motion back up to take his full pulsating length in to the rubbery sucking depths of her womb. Each time their heated loins twisted and ground together with a resounding impact, he felt her whole body tremble and writhe on his impaling hardness like a speared animal, deep-throated groans of wantonly abandoned passion escaping from between her clenched teeth. Tommy was aware of her firmly rounded breasts bouncing under him, pressing first into his left armpit, and then into his right like thickly turgid cocks fucking under his arms. Her neck was arched back, the tendons taut, her long blonde hair lashing back and forth on the linoleum like a cat-o-nine tails as she lost herself completely in the obscenely satisfying act she was performing so well. She held her eyes tightly closed, and her nostrils flared wide, her breath coming in great accelerating pants like that of a racehorse pushed to the limit of its powers.
Tommy could see the end coming for both of them as he stroked smoothly in and out of her hungrily clasping vagina, and he began to gradually increase the tempo of his long deep-delving thrusts into her upturned cunt. Suddenly he felt her legs jerk up at his sides to offer him even greater access to her pounding loins, her knees pressing hard into her breasts, smashing them almost flat under their combined weight, as his hips thumped rhythmically against the tautly stretched backs of her thighs. The whole flat plane of her fully exposed cunt was offered up to him to batter as he wished and he felt the fever of boiling semen begin its surge down in his balls as they slapped against her buttocks below.
She was there too!
'I'm cumming!' she groaned in wonder and delicious agony. 'I'm cummming, honey! Fuck me! Harder!'
He heard her groan loudly and go on in incomprehensible guttural syllables that no one could understand and then he felt his own volcanic explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her quivering cunt. Its hotly juicy inner walls clasped and unclasped around his wildly jerking, throbbing cock as he spurted his thick fiery semen deep up inside her, her pussy sucking mercilessly at his endlessly gushing shaft like a hungry mouth down between her trembling legs. Finally, she arched her back far up off the hard floor to meet his last powerful lunge up into the receptive depths of her womb, and she held him there glued inside her cunt, their bodies quivering violently together for a moment as though they were poised on a high peak just before falling into a bottomless cavern.
Then at last Fred's wanton young wife let her body collapse back onto the floor, her long legs falling out limply to the sides as Tommy collapsed lamely on top of her between her lewdly out-flung thighs, their heavy breathing and moaning mingling in the room like that of exhausted runners at the end of a race. He felt her perspiration-soaked breasts and flat belly heaving under him for a long time, and then his slowly deflating cock slipped back out of her cum-filled pussy, making a soft sucking noise as the battered tip-end left the gently clutching outer lips. The thin sticky trails of their mingling orgasmic fluid seeped slowly out of her still wide- stretched vaginal opening to trickle down the narrow crevice between her buttocks and form a small pool beneath her on the floor.
When he had recovered his senses after the wild race to fulfillment with Grace Furness, Tommy released his agonizing grasp of her still slightly quivering ass-cheeks and slowly lifted himself up from her lewdly spread- eagled, satiated form.
'Mmmmmm, that was good,' she moaned, her eyes looking up at him from under half-closed lids. 'How can Linda resist spending all her time in bed the way you can fuck?'
'For her, it's easy,' he answered thickly, his mind already preparing his temporarily relieved lust for another round with this nympho wife of his friend and working colleague. 'She doesn't like fucking, and that's all there is to it,' he added with a touch of bitterness in his voice. God, he was thinking, if Linda would only come on strong like that, our marriage would be heaven.
Suddenly, his heart stopped.
There came to his ears a noise that was unmistakably coming from another part of the apartment!
My God! he thought as the adrenaline began to flood into his veins. Fred must have been here all the time we were screwing! His first impulse was to grab his clothes and leave, but then he remembered. This whole thing was Fred's idea. Who knew, maybe the poor guy wanted to at least get the vicarious thrill of hearing his wife Grace getting fucked, even if he himself couldn't do anything about it.
Then he heard another sound, more distinct this time.
It was a woman's high-pitched mewl of obvious sensual pleasure!
Without wasting any time, he stepped over the still reclining figure of Grace Furness and headed for the bedroom at the back of the apartment, feeling the chill of goose-bumps scattering over his skin as the dead certainty of what he would find in the other room struck his mind like a thunderbolt. The whole depraved scheme
