To add to her horror, Sybil caught sight for the first time, of another pair of legs, this time stretching out obliquely from under Sid's belly, the dark pubic hair between them plainly visible. Sybil could even see the faint pinkish gleam of the girl's slit nestling between the dark fringes. Shifting slightly, she could see the girl's hips closed tightly around her husband's cock as she was sucking him furiously, while at the same time, mechanically kneading his balls!
'I can't believe it!' she gasped, biting back the tears.
Sybil tried to shut out the horrible scene, but her eyes kept returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the perverted sight of her husband slavering animal-like at a woman's cunt, his big red tongue digging again and again into her flooded young hole. She continued to gape in disbelief, her eyes glued to the passionate writhing. She could see the other girl, her mouth straining to swallow the rigid penis dangling above her, her whole body twitching in uncontrolled ecstasy.
How could he do such a thing? Her mind screamed. It would be horrible enough if he were just making love in the ordinary way, but this lewd act was an outrage to her!
Her first impulse was to run into the room and stop the obscene act before it went any further, but something held her back and she felt compelled to watch them. She wondered how that brazen young girl could open her legs to him like that, allowing her secret genitals to be used in such a manner. She found herself wondering what it felt like to have a man kiss you there… feel his tongue, abruptly, she shut out the thought and clenched her thighs together to dampen the strange little tingle that was starting there.
I'm as bad as they are! she thought bitterly, standing there gaping at the disgusting sight of her husband, his face buried in one girl's vagina and his penis being sucked to rigid hardness by another girl, while her mouth hollowed and filled as she slavered over the giant rod. How could she take it all in her mouth without gagging, Sybil wondered, feeling a strange stretching sensation in her own mouth, as if in sympathy with the young girl. She had never seen Sid so lustful, his penis had never seemed so throbbingly huge, and she felt slightly resentful of the girl who made it that way.
Just then she stifled a cry as two wiry hands slipped around and drew her backwards to him. They wormed their way up to her breasts and pressured them lightly. Mr. Hansen! It was probably already five o'clock. Sybil's first inclination was to push him away. She was so utterly ashamed of the disgusting thing her husband was doing! Just because her husband was an uncontrollable sex maniac, did that mean she was just as licentious? The answer seemed to be yes as the mature caresses behind her felt surprisingly exciting on her breasts, like a kind of confidence giving massage, bolstering her ego, as she stood there watching her husband bury his mouth in the soft fleece-lined cunt, his tongue dipping deep into the wet slippery channel. She could hear him making low growling sounds in his throat as he ministered to the twitching vagina, while the girl mewled in ecstasy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sybil's breath caught in her chest at the utter depravity of what was happening. What must Mr. Hansen, her landlord be thinking? Almost gratefully, she leaned back against her lover and she felt at once his protuberant rod of flesh, burning into the crevice of her ass. His hands still squeezed her breasts lightly and he was murmuring obscenely in her ear.
'Why should he have all the fun? Let's fuck, too!'
The man's words lashed into a blazing pyre the flames that had been lurking inside Sybil. Her cunt felt as if it were consumed by fire and was twitching and quivering in time to the slavering that her husband's tongue was giving the girl beneath him.
Oh, God, she moaned, what was happening?
Mr. Hansen's cock, so long and hard, felt so good pressed against her trembling buttocks and her body was undulating in time to the teasing massaging of her breasts.
The lewd fucking she was watching filled her with mixed emotions. She felt revulsed at the sight of her husband doing those awful things with his mouth between the young girl's open thighs but it was also undeniably damnably exciting! She always thought it was sick to have a man kiss you there, and she had certainly emphatically discouraged Sid from doing it. Even so, she'd often wondered about it, and what it would feel like. And she'd always steadfastly refused to take his hardened cock in her mouth. But, those young girls seemed to be enjoying it, and Sid was whipped up to an ecstatic frenzy like she had never seen before.
Hansen's hand dropped down and was groping between her legs, desperately trying to find the hot, burning gash that was her cunt. He found it and pushing aside the passion-drenched crotchband of her panties buried his middle finger deep in the throbbing hole, and Sybil had to fight back the helpless gasps of pleasure that came bubbling to her lips.
'I want to fuck you now,' he whispered hoarsely.
Sybil fastened her eyes once more on the trio on the rug. Her husband's wet sucking sounds still filled the whole room, mingled with the groans of the girl, whose hands forced his head further down to grovel deeper in her pussy, and all that was visible of the other one was her madly churning hips as she strove to suck Sid's wildly building seminal juices from his massive cock.
Sybil could stand it no longer. Her breathing ragged, she tore her eyes away from the lust inciting scene and gasped: 'Yes, Hansen… fuck me! OH God, fuck me now!'
The middle-aged landlord grabbed her by the hand and they stumbled toward the bedroom.
Sid's body was a raging inferno. It was near five-thirty and for the umpteenth time he was on the verge of another body-crushing orgasm. His tongue was raw and swollen and his prick was humming from the continual sucking and fucking he had been giving and receiving from the insatiable Dunlap sisters. He moaned as he felt May increase the tempo of her furious sucking and knew that any moment, he would spurt his sperm into her willing mouth.
June was a raw moaning mass of desire. Her little clitoris, granite hard, leaped electrically at his touch and the moist, heated pussy walls closed in frenetically on his burrowing tongue.
He thought he heard stumbling sounds outside of the door, but June's thighs held him firm and he couldn't move. Anyway his own sluicing sounds filled the air, and June's screams were reaching crescendo peak, so he couldn't even be sure he'd really heard anything.
Then an ecstatic wail rent the air and he felt a warm flooding of his face and May was mashing her flooding vagina up with animalistic fury, her thighs clutching him in a death grip. He continued to send his tongue deep into her writhing hole, rotating it around teasingly in her depths, until the cumming was over and she was still, panting and satiated. Then it was his turn and he was amazed at the copious flood of semen that he sent shooting into May's never-quenched mouth. Jet after jet of it, that spilled over the sides of her mouth and dripped down on to the rug. Then, all three lay back in a twilight sleep, their bodies tired and well used.
Sid dozed lightly, fervently hoping that the sisters had had enough. He didn't think he could get his prick up and his mouth was buzzing from the prolonged labor. Besides, they would have to get down to work soon, it was time to get them back home and out of his hair.
'AAAaaaggghhh…' the sudden scream of pleasure-pain rang through the house, and Sid froze. What was that? Or had his sex tortured mind imagined it? It seemed so near, almost…
'Ohh, God… Fuck me, fuck me harder!'
The impassioned plea sounded again and this time Sid knew he hadn't imagined it. Staggering to his feet, closely followed by the girls, he ambled down the hallway to the bedroom and flung open the door.
The loud wailing sound rang out again just as he stepped inside the door.
'Oh, Hansen, harder, harder, that's it, harder!'
Horrified, Sid stared with bulging eyes at what was happening on his marital bed. He saw a jumble of nude legs and arms, twisting and flailing; the pumping buttocks of some man pummeling into the upraised and wildly flung thighs of someone who could only be his wife, her mouth half-open, her strawberry blonde hair thrashing uncontrollably from side to side.
