She began to thrust her ass backwards, voluntarily skewering her roundly stretched anus on her husband's sodomizing cock, and then bearing down to swallow the full length of her lover's cock in her voraciously hungry cunt. She was actually enjoying it…! The masochistic joy of being helplessly fucked frenziedly back and forth! She liked the ruthless feel of her husband's penis as it ravaged her virginal anus and fucked in sadistic stroked in time to Mr. Hansen's deep plunges into tier hungry pussy! She began to chant mindlessly: 'OOOoohhhh… hurt me! Hurt me! Do it harder! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!'
The two men, mesmerized by her lewd cries, pumped furiously into her with merciless pounding swipes of their violently hardened pricks.
June and May could hardly contain their voyeuristic glee. The wild fucking was more exciting to them than anything they had ever experienced, and their eyes were glued on the cruel sandwiching of Sid's wife between the two madly screwing cocks. Almost as one, they had plunged their fingers into the hot throbbing furnaces of their cunts and were twisting their hands up between their legs in time to the pummeling the men were giving Sybil.
As her high-pitched screams became more intense, the girls could stand it no longer and dashed like nymphs into the bedroom.
Without hesitation, June lowered herself on the surprised face of the sweating Mr. Hansen, and he, recovering from his shock, immediately lashed out with his tongue, slashing with fury into the writhing orifice over his face.
May, at first at a loss as to what to do, grabbed the mildly protesting Sid by the hair and pulled his head slightly to one side, giving him easy access to her waiting, willing pussy.
Sid blinked his eyes at the pink moist slit that appeared from nowhere in front of him. Maddened by the repeated shrills of his wife, begging to be hurt, and goaded on by the increasing turmoil in his balls, he licked out feverently at the insistently proffered cunt, not knowing or caring whose it was.
The sisters twitched and moaned with increasing passion as the men licked and sucked intently at their throbbing cunts, while they fucked mercilessly into Sybil, who kept up a steady catation, her body thrilling to the increasing feelings of pleasure. The bodies bucked and jerked against each other, the air resounding with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and wet slavering sounds or oral satisfaction.
Sybil was the first to cum, her now hoarse voice raucously shrieking out as orgasm after orgasm spasmed through while at the same time, the two men, sensing their absolutely total conquest of her body, plunged forward, ejaculating their pumping sperm far, far up into her wildly quivering body. The two sisters then came, their orgasms being nonetheless potent for being their dozenth or so in twenty-four hours. They all collapsed in a licentious, satiated heap, and for a few minutes, Sybil through her lust crazed mind, thought she would never move again, let alone have another orgasm, but of course, she did, when her rejuvenated husband and landlord- lover and the never-tired girls initiated her into her realms of pleasure she'd never even thought existed.
CHAPTER NINE
Sid squeezed with a gentle, affectionate force his wife's arm and leaned over the deck of the Dunlaps' four bedroom yacht, 'The Sin Ship,' his deep tan brightened by the red and white striped tee-shirt he wore. Wiping a pearl of ocean spray from his bronzed cheek, the tutor stared in the distance at the shoreline of the craggy French coast.
A dreamy, far-away expression flickered in his deep-set eyes as Sid allowed himself the leisure of retracing the jig-saw events that led up to this new windfall of luck.
June, that conniving little wench, had the plot set – right down to the characters, motives, and setting! The wily girl-woman had read the letter from her father, well advised of his intentions of bringing the girls' tutor to France for a year to help them get started on their first term in the private girls' school, and thus June had set up a chain of drama involving Sybil in a menagerie of sex. 'An initiation in sex,' as June had called it with a shrug.
And it had worked!
Now the woman couldn't be satisfied, and it wasn't June or May Sid was thinking about. It was his wife, Sybil. These days it was on orgy a night with Mr. and Mrs. Dunlap joining in on occasion. Life had become a tangled mass of breasts, cunts and thighs. He had forgotten which night was which, who was daughter and who was mother, and he didn't care! As long the Dunlap girls needed special attention, he'd have a job.
Yet, he knew to his regret, that he and his wife had passed the point of no return, and Sybil reaching the point where she was unsatisfied unless she had several men a night.
'Darling…' she called again, bringing her husband's thoughts back to the present, 'isn't this wonderful? Who ever would have thought…?'
'Yes,' Sid nodded meekly, 'you never know…' Then he took his wife's hand and headed for their bed in the cabin below. 'Do you want June to come along, or do you think you could be satisfied with just your husband?'
'Mmm… I say we need some help. I'm feeling terribly devilish today…'
