Sid recoiled from the lascivious sight. It couldn't be, he thought wildly, Sybil wouldn't… but obviously, Sybil could and did. Her long, creamy legs scissored out and wrapped themselves around Mr. Hansen's back, pulling him lewdly down on her naked pussy, her fists pounding into his back. Sid could see the sheen of the long, lubricated pole as it tore into the willing flesh until it was sunk to the hilt and the petal-like lips of his wife's palpitating cunt still grabbed at the base, trying to engulf it all inside her.
Sid barely noticed the excited twittering of the sisters behind him, as they observed his wife being screwed half to death by the landlord. They were obviously amused and undoubtedly aroused again. As he watched the man's prick pistoning into his wife's open and unprotected cunt, Sid thought he'd go crashing through the floor! It just wasn't possible! But it seemed to pose no problem to Sybil as she tried to spread her legs wider and wider to afford her lover greater access to her hungry insides.
As Sid watched the incredible sight, June's mocking voice came ringing back with painful clarity… how do you know she doesn't have a lover behind your back! His face blazed in memory of how scornfully he had dismissed the idea as preposterous. His thoughts whirled around in his head. This was his own saintly wife, the Sybil who barely accepted the most normal of lovemaking, who was flailing about in complete abandonment under the satanic thrusts of their landlord! What had happened to change her into this oversexed creature? He remembered the stumbling noises he'd heard earlier and realized that Sybil must have come back early from the hairdresser's and seen him and the girls engaged in orgiastic three-way sex. The thought that his wife had witnessed him that way crimsoned his already red face.
God, this is all my fault, he moaned to himself. But, if that's what it took to awaken her, he thought suddenly excited, then it was worth it! His tired cock leapt into half erection, exhilarated by this new thought, glad to be free of the pall of guilt that had been hanging over it. If that's the case, his thoughts ran on happily then everything will be alright with us again!
His cock jerking out convulsively, Sid eyed the writhing couple on the bed, listening as his wife's moans of pleasure increased in intensity. He could see her firm, curvaceous buttock cheeks fattened out against the bed, cruelly spreading from the strain of coaxing the man's oversized cock further and deeper into her. Sid's eyes seemed mesmerically fixed on her tight, grinding little ass and unconsciously, he began to stroke his long thick penis, running his tongue over his lips, all earlier feelings of tiredness and satiation forgotten.
The blood in his big prick was pounding painfully and like a man in a trance, he dashed into the bedroom, screaming in a crazed voice: 'Wait for me, Sybil… wait for me!!'
The sisters gasped and avidly turned their eyes on the depraved sight, anxious not to miss a second of what was to come.
Great waves of heat were crashing in Sybil, sending out ripples of pleasure to her every nerve ending, and she felt the moment of her imminent release nearing. Just as she was drifting off into her euphoric bliss, her husband's bellowing voice shattered her reverie.
'Wait for me, Sybil… wait for me!'
She struggled to raise her head and realized that Mr. Hansen was moving from between her legs.
'Oh, please, God,' she sobbed silently, 'what am I going to do?'
Then she felt herself being turned, and Hansen was slipping beside her.
Shaking with fear, she found herself straddling and lying on top of her Scandinavian lover, his hard rod resuming its skewering up into her. She turned her head and saw out of the corner of her eye, her husband Sid standing behind her, his large, blood filled penis held out lewdly in front of him. Then he yanked savagely at her hair, turning her face away again, so that she was left staring down Hansen's contorted, jowled face.
Sid observed the cowering figure of his wife atop the body of the man who was still pumping into her, his hips raising up off the ground and his shoulders pushing back against the floor. Sid was gaping as he drew aside the soft white mounds of his wife's quivering ass. Sybil moaned piteously and tried desperately to clench them together again, but Sid dug his talon strong hands into the soft flesh and she knew it was useless to struggle. She relaxed her trembling backside and he spread the soft yielding crevice wide apart.
Sybil heard him suck in his breath as the dark puckered ring of her anus came into his greedy view. He could see it throbbing gently, the crinkled flesh drawing the soft, whiter flesh in as it contracted. He pushed his hand down, quivering with excitement and thrust experimentally at it with his finger. Sybil gasped and began a furious wriggling as she felt the probing digit against the soft sensitive skin. What was he going to do to her? her mind screamed. But, oddly, her struggling only served to increase the satisfaction she was getting from Mr. Hansen's intense screwing of her cunt from below, and involuntarily, she moaned aloud, her cries unmistakable mewls of pleasure.
Sid heard her ecstatic sighs with rage. The wanton little slut! he raved, the Goddamned little bitch! His anger uncontrolled he rammed his finger forward, sinking it into the first knuckle.
'OOwowwowwowwow…' she sobbed, vainly trying to dislodge the unnatural intruder. Tears rushed to her eyes and fell freely down her face.
'Let's see how she likes this…' Sid slurred, his eyes dimmed with sadistic glee as he watched the unhappy result of his brutal action. He rammed his finger forward again until it was imbedded to the second knuckle and Sybil moaned and writhed under the horrible impalement.
He scoured her widening anus gleefully with his finger, expanding it unnaturally, while his other hand stroked and patted his monstrously enlarged cock, aiming the angry red bulbous head at the dark little ring of his wife rectum.
He withdrew his finger and methodically placed the giant head against the sorely stretched anus, the tiny drops of moisture from the slit at the tip lubricating the abused area. Then, his cock laying the full length of her anal crack, he again spread the futilely resisting moons of her ass apart, stretching them beyond belief, and opening the whole defenseless split to his onslaught.
Sid grinned sadistically as he hesitated for moment, his cock poised. He couldn't believe it. One of his secret dreams nurtured in the years of their marriage about to come true! How often had he thought about burying his prick deep in the virginal anus of his frigid young wife, and feeling her squirming about in helpless impalement under his thrusts?
Now, his eyes bulging, he drove the steel-hard prick straight at the tiny, defensively clenching mouth.
'Aaaaggghhhhh!' her piteous scream shattered through everyone there, and the watching girls felt their blood running cold as she kept up her agonized wail, the pitch rising steadily.
The tip had ground its way into and burst through the tight elastic nether ring and the full throbbing head lay buried in the tightly restricting flesh.
Sybil was blinded for a moment. The pain seeped into every crevice of her body until she felt she was being split apart. Fresh tears gushed down her face in her abject mortification of what was happening to her. Her smooth white buttocks jerked and twisted trying to dislodge the unnatural invader. But it was no use and her angered husband lost no time. With each desperate jerk of her body, her husband's cock slipped a centimeter further into the tight rubbery sheath and with one mighty surge, he sunk the entire length of it in her warm, contracting rectum.
'Ohhhhh, God, OOhhhh, God, darling… you're… you're hurting meee!'
Sybil kept up a mournful wail, oblivious to everything but the harsh, grating pain. She didn't know if she would ever be able to walk again after this bestial double impalement by her husband and her landlord at the same time and tears stung her eyes in shame and degradation.
Sid looked with satisfaction at the smooth white pillows of her ass cheeks closing in on his deeply sunk cock. He had wanted to hurt his wife, humiliate her for all the time she had spurned him, shrugged off his advances, and for this, the final grief she had caused him. He began to thrust with his hardened cock, forcing the rubbery resisting flesh to yield, until he began an even fucking in and out, the now wide-stretched anal passage becoming easier around his prick. He felt the thick, long cock of the man through the thin diving membrane separating her rectum and vagina and almost as if they had agreed, they began to screw into her in a rhythmic fucking unison, buffeting her unmercifully between them.
Sybil's sad keening had ceased and for a moment she was silent, and then, unbelievably, she began to mummer low gurgles… tiny whimpers of unmistakable pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy it!
When the pain had ceased and her body became accustomed to the dual fucking, her only thought was to have it over with. But now, tiny trickles of pleasure… feather-like strokes… started deep inside her and with each double thrust from the impaling spears, the trickles increased until they were roaring rivers of pent-up passion.
