Dianne continued to stare in fascinated disbelief as Byron Acker climbed up onto his knees and moved between her wide-spread, raised and waiting legs; his long thick shaft standing out in silhouette from his loins like the wagging limb of a tree in the dim light.
'You love to fuck, don't you…?' Dianne heard him say to her.
'Oh, God yes, I love it!'
'Doesn't that doctor-husband of yours fill this cunt for you?'
'Not like you, my Darling… Wait… wait! I want to suck it some more, first. Bring it up here…!'
Dear God! Dianne thought. She'd never seen nor heard anything so utterly obscene in her lifetime. The lewd sounds of their foul words ricocheted in her brain as she watched him move up over her, his knees planted now on either side of her half nakedly exposed body beneath him, his vile shaft spearing out; then, she gaped in sheer awe as Betty Rhodes reached behind him, clasping her buttocks in both of her hands, drawing herself up lewdly until his hard penis disappeared right into her mouth.
'My God!' Dianne hissed, hardly aware of A.C.'s hand gently cupping her own round, firm breast, or the other hand that was softly stroking her lower belly even as he drew her back protectively against him.
'She's sucking him now,' he whispered to her as she became aware of the growing hardness that had somehow insinuated itself between her full globular buttocks, and she caught at his hands gently but firmly in a quiet attempt to keep him from going any farther, as she tried to ease her bottom away from his growing, jerking hardness, but he held to her tightly.
My, God, she couldn't blame him for getting aroused… the lewd scene had instigated tiny prurient sensations to come alive in her own love-starved loins, and the lustful sounds they were making embellished with their licentious language was strangely exciting her. She had never watched, or even thought of two people making love before, and was amazed how strongly it affected her erotically, and not disgustingly as she might have expected.
Still, she had to keep her wits. A situation like this, she decided, could quickly get away from both of them, especially while nourishing the hurt and resentment that they both were… and with the stimulation of the lust- inciting exhibition taking place right in front of their eyes…
'Oh Christ… suck it… suck that prick, Baby!' Byron Acker groaned, and Dianne could see his buttocks thrusting back and forth as he sawed his long, thick penis into Betty Rhodes' face.
'Mmmmmmmm,' the doctor's wife mewled and purled as she clung to his flexing buttocks, his huge prick seeming to go all the way down her throat each time he rammed it forward.
My God, he was going to choke her to death! Dianne gasped while a chill of unexplainable excitement swept over her and simultaneously she felt the Commissioner's warm, searching hand slip inside the low-neckline of her dress to push aside her bra and cup the softness of her firm, naked breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She had offered him resistance, but not vigorously as he kept 'shhh-ing' into her ear knowing that she would not let him go any further… Besides, what were Mark and Tonya Faro doing, wherever they were, right at that moment? Probably, much worse… more like the lewd sight they were witnessing… Anyway, it felt good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and tweaking fingers…
'Now… now, fuck me, Darling,' Betty Rhodes groaned up at him, dropping her head against the chair and letting free of his raging cock, while A.C.'s hand smoothed down over her own belly… down… down to the soft rise of her mound to stroke and press gently, forcing her full round buttocks back tighter against his ever growing and hardening prick.
'I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life, you little bitch,' Byron Acker hissed affectionately, moving back between her spread thighs quickly.
Dianne gasped at the tingling sensations A.C.'s tenderly stroking hand sent surging wildly through her loins and belly, causing her to force her buttocks back tight against the hardness of his fleshy rod pressing into the sweat-moistening cleft separating her buttocks. Oh God… she was losing her sense of reason…! This was terribly dangerous ground they were treading on… but she couldn't bring herself to leave the sight of the licentious coupling about to take place before her…
'Yes… yessss… hold my legs way up, Darling… like that… yesss… squeeze my tits! Oooohhhh, fuck harder… harderrrr… put your finger in my ass… Aaaaggghhhh! Yes… hurt me! Hurt me…! Oh God… I'm cumming… Cuuuummmmmiiinnnnnnggggg…!'
Betty Rhodes wailed a low, guttural sound as she writhed and squirmed insanely beneath the furious pummeling of Byron Acker's buttocks smacking loudly into her, and then, Dianne watched him throw back his head and bare his teeth like an animal as he reached his own climax.
A shudder of wild excitement suddenly spiraled the length of Dianne's spine, and it was then that she realized A.C. Faro had raised her dress and had his hand between her hot trembling thighs, beneath her wisp of nylon panties, one finger inserted deeply between the dampened, hair covered lips of her pussy and into her moist tingling vagina.
'Oh… oh!' Dianne gasped, the full realization of what was happening dawning upon her. 'Oh God… please,' she hissed, squirming and struggling to get his deeply imbedded finger out of her wetly excited vagina. 'Please, Mr. Faro… I'm not that kind of woman… I love my husband…'
'I know, I know,' he whispered, his breath hot in her ear as he continued to massage her throbbing naked breast and burrow his long middle finger up into her expanding, lubricated passage, the electric-like ecstatic sensations it was causing almost driving her mad. 'And I'll stop… if you want me to… even though our respective mates are probably fucking themselves silly somewhere…'
'Oh God, don't talk that way, Mr. Faro…' Dianne pleaded, her frustrated brain caught in a whirlpool of opposing emotions. 'Two… two wrongs won't make a right… At least, we must keep our heads… Please…?'
A.C. Faro is no fool, Baby, he thought, as he continued to slip his middle finger deeply in and out of her delightfully dilating cunt. She was reveling in it and he knew it. Christ, what a tight little hole it was… just as he'd imagined. And she wasn't going to be an easy lay… just as he'd imagined… so, play it cool… always, the gentleman… move it slowly… Besides, this was no place to put it to her, not the way he intended to fuck this little doll… Time, and room, and privacy were the prime requisites… and he had that figured out, too. He was certain he could break her down now, but with a little more clever, solid approach…
'All right,' he whispered, reluctantly ceasing his finger fucking into her warm, velvety passage. 'But I'm not sorry it happened… are you?'
Dianne sighed with both relief and regret as she felt him withdraw his finger from her desire stimulated pussy, then release her throbbing breast. Without looking at him, she straightened herself, then slowly turned to face him.
'No,' she whispered, 'After what's happened between Mark and your wife, I'm not sorry.'
Faro started to take her into his arms but Dianne placed her hand against his chest and looked up into his handsome face pleadingly. It was enough, she saw, to hold him off. He was a gentleman.
He smiled. 'Okay… let's you and I go see if we can find them. They might well be at our place. Are you game to break in on them?'
'Yes.'
'No telling what we'll find,' Faro reminded her.
'I know.'
He took her arm, then paused to look over at Betty Rhodes and Byron Acker. He grinned and said: 'Look.'
Dianne turned and saw them again in the faint light. Now, he was stretched out in the chair and she was haunched obscenely over him, her head bobbing up and down over his loins.
'She is really sucking him off this time,' A.C. Faro whispered.
'Yes,' Dianne nodded, hardly noticing the lewdness of his words this time. '…She really is, isn't she?'
CHAPTER SIX
Mark had drenched himself in liquor purposely: yet, he was not drunk. Christ, he'd burned himself out when it carte to experiencing any effects from alcohol. He'd come to the conclusion that somehow he had built up some
