her legs. His eyes locked on the hardened rod of flesh disappearing entirely into the tight, wide-stretched oval opening between her raised twin white mounds. He moaned again, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, and then being absorbed back inside with his inward thrust. His breath came faster and suddenly with a gasp of arousal he began sawing rhythmically to and out, deep up into the warm clasping channel.
Others, unable to watch the lust-inciting exhibition any longer without satisfying their own lewd desires, had grabbed partners and sprawled to the floor to engage in whatever obscene, sensual delight that struck their fancies. More participants came from other sections of the house as the word quickly passed that the real Saturnalia was taking place on the living-room floor. In minutes, the room was filled with naked bodies, entangled legs, heaving breasts, wild thrusting cocks and greedy, unsatiable cunts. Buttocks raised and pounded while incessant moans, gasps, sighs filled the room.
'Oh, oh, oh, oh,' Laurie chanted, kneeling slave like before her angry husband, almost masochistically, he ought, as if she was losing all control. She had begun to jerk back against his punishing prick as though she were abruptly reveling in its chastising possession of her rectum.
Christ, he could hardly believe her spontaneous reaction. The pain was obviously gone and her head was turning from side to side, her long silken hair thrashing wildly on either side of her shoulders. Then, she twisted to look back at him and her face reflected an unmistakable joy that bared her lips back over the white, flashing teeth in animal-like bliss.
Kneeling behind her and connected to her swaying buttocks by the long, stone-hard shaft of his throbbing, excited cock, Phillip became aware that her lovely, ecstatic face was trying to express her subservient acceptance, of his lewd assault on her tight, puckered rectum. He watched her wet, luscious lips form the words! 'I love you, Darling,' and he went wild with passion. He gaped at his vicious white prick disappearing and reappearing as he rammed it up her insanely gyrating, ever expanding anal passage. Christ, not a bit of the shaft could be seen left as he buried it lustfully up into the tight, hot passage, its blood-inflated head straining far into her young quivering belly.
She had left her face where he could see the effect he was having on her and he watched her lips open and close in the all consuming torment of rapture spiraling through her vibrant body. He felt her clench her buttocks tight behind her as if to imprison his driving cock securely inside her until she had reached her climax, and he continued to hammer into the wide-split crevice of her salaciously waggling buttocks.
For Laurie, there was nothing only her awareness of an uncontrollable desire where the shame and humiliation had been, her desire to reach that point was building… building… building maddeningly deep inside her… and she, sensed the fervent increase of his delicious assault on her bottom while her belly screamed for release. She buffeted back against his driving, relentless cock like a rutting animal, small pleading mewls of servile passion falling again and again from her gasping lips. She was almost there… almost there!
'Oh, my Darling, Lover! Oh, oh, oooohhhhhhh! I'm… I'm going to cum! Yes, my sweet…! Oh God… fuck it hard, Darling! Fuck it hard. Please… yessss… NOOWWWW!'
Her hips forced themselves back as the furiously plunging cock worked demonically with brutal strokes into her rectum, making her strain and grunt as the pressure mounted to its peak and burst. She had never dreamed that she could know such abandoned, wanton delight as she did at that precious moment with her body contorting and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone, utterly gone, beneath this magnificent cock of her husband causing the continual exoding fire in her belly…
'Oooooohhhh… aggghhhhhhh,' she groaned in enchanting rushing release, her senses blurred to all around her in the enrapture of the moment. Dazedly, she heard him mouth a foal obscenity as he gasped behind her and thrust into her so hard it felt as if he had rammed nearly to her throat and she inadvertently moaned with the slight twinge of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks and with a great surge of hot, swirling semen flooded deep up into her rectum, filling her quaking belly almost to to bursting point.
She heard him gasp one last groan of release and then she felt him falling back away and out of her, a welcoming cool rush of air tickling the unplugged hole of her rectum as she collapsed forward on the blanket, her breasts heaving spasmodically against the hard floor. She lay that way for a long time, Phillip sprawled partially on top of her, her brain completely at ease, her heart overflowing with love for him, knowing vaguely in her mind that everything was going to be all right now… they had truly found each other at last.
But it went on, the wild debauchery, and they found themselves swept up in the lust-filled atmosphere of it as it progressed into the near daylight hours with partners being exchanged, duos, trios, and every weird, lewd combination formed and experimented with, until in complete exhaustion, Laurie's senses left her and she slipped into merciful oblivion.
Once, she was awakened by what she thought was a scream… and then she heard a woman cry out: 'It's Mark! My God… he's been murdered! J-Judge Reed just shot him… then killed himself! Come quick, somebody! Please… come quick!' But it was only a dream… a nightmare, she felt certain, and once more she drifted away. Then, she was being lifted and carried, but she barely remembered Phillip whisking her out of there.
CHAPTER TWELVE
There was little investigation necessary; it was all quite cut and dried. The horror to Laurie was awakening to find what she thought had been a nightmare was actually a fact; Uncle Julian had managed to walk or crawl into the house undetected, find Mark Coleman and shoot him, then, take his own life. He had kept his word; he'd stopped the Colemans' power-hungry climb once and for all… and Byron Acker at an emergency caucus had deservedly received the party's nomination.
She thought of these things now as she sat beside her Phillip, her small hand inside his warm, strong one, the drone of the plane that was carrying them back to Rio Lado gently lulling her into a drowsy state of placid contentment. She had never been so happy in her young life. She felt his hand tighten on hers and looked to see him smiling handsomely at her.
'Penny for your thoughts,' he said softly.
'They're really worth more,' she said, returning his smile. 'But I'll tell you anyway. I was thinking how happy I am… and how lucky to have such a talented, protective, handsome, virile husband.'
'I like the last part best of all,' he whispered. 'The virile end of it.'
Little sparkling lights began to dance in her eyes. 'To be honest with you, I like that end of you pretty well myself, Darling. In fact, if it were possible, I'd have some right now.'
'Tease,' he said, as her finger scratched tauntingly at the palm of his hand. 'Wait till I get you home.'
'I'll try,' she replied, smiling impishly. 'But, do you think little old me will be able to satisfy the unquenchable lust of such an up and coming young attorney… all by my little old self?'
He pretended to think about it and she watched him mischievously. Dear God, how she loved him, she thought. They were going to be so happy.
'After giving it due consideration, and, using the skilled judgment of an ex-politician, it occurs to me that you've raised a grave question,' he said, feigning at judicial cogitation.
'Is that so?'
He grinned slyly. 'But I don't believe it'll be a problem.'
