tipped her forward. She cursed and wailed through grinding teeth when the delightful swelling of Brad's long prick rocked her back.
'Oooo… hhaaa… ass fucker, I'll mash your balls!' Her gleaming hair flashed like satin. It became a sleek blur as the two stabbing cocks rammed faster and faster. Laura's whole body seemed to burn… first with smoldering warmth and then with blazing pain.
Her fingers sensed pulses of desire in the two hairy sacs of balls she held. Rod's bulged and steamed from the pressure he held trapped within. Brad's shivered as if they were about to explode.
'Aaaahhhh!' she moaned. 'Hhhaaacccckkk!' Laura winced and wiggled a finger between Rod's legs, still milking his swollen balls.
She felt the coarse hair deep in his sweaty crotch, and she wiggled through it, squirming to find the dark lips of his ass. 'You like ass fucking, you bastard?' she asked as her head rocked back. 'Hhhooooo, Brad – baby, you're sooo gooood!'
Back she rocked in an ebony swirl of soft black hair. Her finger hooked and snagged the lip of her husband's ass. 'Shit dipper,' she howled, 'how do you like it?'
'Yyyyyaaaaahhhhh!' Rod's startled cry filled the room. Her finger wiggled side to side and spread his puckered lips.
'Stink-fingered slut!' he groaned. Ass reaming was the one delicious torture he could not resist for more than a few seconds. His gut clamped instinctively, and the hold on his steaming charge of cum fell slack. 'Ggggrrraaahhhhh!'
Laura wrenched Brad's balls as she felt Rod's cock swell with a flood of boiling cum. A tremor of joy tingled her palm. She'd done it! They were both surging with hot spurts of jism.
'Oooohhhhh… hhhooooo!' One quaking cock gushed in her cunt. The other blazed liquid fire up her ass and both of them pumped faster in the wild frenzy of impending release.
Laura shook and trembled from the gushing waves that rocked her front and back. Faster and faster each stream of silver heat burned toward the other. Her twitching nerves twanged like guitar strings. Blue-white bolts of light crackled before her misty eyes. She stiffened, momentarily rigid, and then squirmed in rapture as twin pricks of lust thundered front and back, lifting her and driving linked and cross-linked in a perverted chain of obscene desire, three bodies thrashed and moaned as one. Laura's probing finger sank and squirmed to its last knuckle in the dark chasm of Rod's ass where it touched off sparks of jolting pleasure.
Brad's fingers swirled around Laura's rigid clit in a writhing frenzy. Twisting flames of frantic delight blazed from her nub and engulfed her whole body. Rolling spasms of rapture gripped the thick cock spurting in her cunt. Laura felt weak and let herself sink to meet its demanding stabs.
Brad felt the milking suction of Laura's sleek pussy and went half out of his mind. Maddening pressure swelled each time she squeezed and slid down his prick. Then he felt a shivering burst of satisfaction when he gushed deep in her seething cunt.
Rod felt the tight friction of Laura's trembling ass. When she lunged to spear herself on the hot young cock below, his long prick slid out to its very tip. Her dark ass ring clamped on the swollen knob of his cock, fighting and pulling to suck it back in.
He rocked forward, powered by vengeful desire.
The thick, blue-veined shaft of his prick spread her tight dark ass hole and strained in the snug, rolling grip of her shitter. Slick with jetting spurts of cum, his cock slammed wet and hard with the force of raging frustration. The more brutally he fucked her ass, the louder she wailed in screaming bliss.
Laura could no longer tell pain from pleasure. She sensed Rod's sullen rage by the biting growl of his voice, and knew by the vicious fury of his ass fucking that he wanted to punish her. But his frenzied ass fucking only amplified her joy.
Shock waves rumbled up her spine and left a blistered path of tingling nerves. Searing heat like the head of a giant match flared inside her skull. If it hadn't felt so good, she might have fainted from the pain. 'I'm cumming!' she cried. 'Oh, God… I'm cumming!'
Rod reamed and twisted, doing all he could to make her shiver in grinding agony and cry out for forgiveness. But it was too late for that. Later, he thought, when we're alone. Then I'll fix this wanton bitch. I'll fix her good!
At the same time, he felt steaming surges of pleasure. The way her little shithole squirmed and hugged his throbbing cock, the way she moaned and babbled and rocked her hips to meet his angry thrusts… he'd never loved or wanted her more.
'Aaaaahhh… hhhhhaaaaa!' Rod fired his last blazing spurt. His balls heaved, Laura's fingers teased, but they came up dry.
'Hhhooooo,' she moaned when she felt its empty throb. But Brad's young cock still pulsed with flooding vigor. His gushing cum bubbled from her cunt slit and dribbled on his trembling groin.
Laura ground herself down on the damp mat of his rough cock hair. Her pink cunt lips pulsed and the raw nub of her clit bulged and slithered in the dripping overflow. 'Hhhaaa. hhaagghhh!'
They were through. Weak and breathless, Rod let his sagging cock slip from Laura's ass. She tumbled sideways and sprawled across the bed between the two men. 'Oh, that was good… the best I ever had,' she told them.
A sudden blush reddened Brad's cheeks. 'Aah, er… I guess I'd better be going,' be said nervously, not daring to look at Laura's husband on the far side of her. 'Er, well… it was nice meeting you,' he babbled as he searched anxiously for his clothes. 'Mrs. Benton… Laura. You too, Mr. Benton.'
By then Brad was headed out the door, his pants only half on. He stumbled awkwardly, and Rod had to strain to keep from laughing. 'Sure, Brad,' he called after him. 'We'll have to get together again sometime.'
Laura still quaked with the blissful aftershocks of her double orgasm. Several minutes went by before she had breath to speak. Finally she looked at Rod, forced a weak little grin and asked haltingly: 'You're not mad?'
Rod's eyes narrowed and he said, 'Mad? No, hell… I'm not mad. I'm ass fucking furious!'
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy Wilson felt warm with an inner glow long after Rod left the house. She'd watched from the window, her blonde hair gleaming in the faint light of the setting sun, as he crossed the street with strong, determined strides.
She smiled and felt her confidence swell, watching him dodge nimbly between his car and the empty rented truck. That morning when the truck first arrived, Cindy had seethed with envy.
First she saw Mrs. Benton – Laura – her full figure and shining raven hair. So beautiful and so much a woman. Then, peering through a slit in the drapes, she'd watched Rod Benton climb down from the cab of the truck, strong and distinguished looking. Cindy had known then what she must do to prove herself a woman too. She had to have Rod Benton.
It wasn't that she lacked for sex. She had her pick of guys at school. When she leaped and pranced in the short gold skirt and tight black sweater the cheerleaders wore, a thousand young male eyes stayed glued to her every move.
But they were just kids, even the seniors who thought they were such hot stuff. Cindy felt more like a woman, she had for a long time. And she wanted a man. A real man. Someone strong, confident and controlled.
Why that urgent need? Why the restless yearning, when with just a wink and a smile she could have any hot young cock she wanted? Suddenly she knew. There was an aching void in her life that only a man could fill. And not just any man. Not Rod Benton or anyone else, but the man she knew better and loved more than any other.
With a trembling hand, Cindy picked up the phone and dialed a number she had memorized. She tossed her long blonde hair aside and cradled the receiver close to her ear. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Cindy drew in a nervous breath. What if he wasn't home. And what would she say if he was? Suddenly she felt like a little girl again, not like a woman at all.
