Chapter 6

By the time they reached Jerry's and Kay's house, Kay was woozy from the drinks and from sexual frustration. She, like Jerry, wanted to do nothing but go to bed. But the Priestleys insisted that they should come in for a nightcap.

Inside, Kay felt her head start to ache as Jerry fixed the Priestleys a drink. The three of them, in fact, had another couple of drinks after the first one, and it soon became apparent that Monica and Harry had no intention of leaving for quite some time.

Eventually, Kay, with her hands to her aching head, made her apologies and begged to be excused. "My head is splitting," she said. "I'm afraid I'm not used to this much drinking and ... well, all the other things. I'm just going to have to go up and lie down."

Everyone stood up. Monica and Harry gave her their sympathy and she slipped from the room. As she passed Jerry, she whispered in his ear. "Get rid of them. I'll be waiting upstairs for you. I want your cock so much I can taste it already!"

Kay was gone just a few minutes when Jerry stood. "I think I'll just go and see if Kay is all right."

He made a move toward the stairs, but Monica grabbed his arm. "No, baby, that's not the way it's going to be at all."

"What?"

"Harry will go see if Kay is all right. In fact, Harry will make sure she's all right. Won't you, dear?"

"I sure will, honey," Harry said, mounting the stairs. "I'll take real good care of anything the little lady wants."

"Now, wait a minute," Jerry said, but Harry Priestley was already at the top of the stairs and turning down the corridor toward their bedroom. "What's going on?" he asked Monica, his head also aching a little from all he'd had to drink.

"You mean you haven't caught on yet?" Monica said, sliding her arms around his waist.

"Caught on to what?"

"Caught on to the fact that my Harry wants to fuck your Kay ... just the way you fucked me last Sunday."

"What?"

"Harry loved the way you fucked me, by the way."

"You mean...."

"That's right, Jerry. Harry wasn't out of town. He was right in the next room watching us fuck through a peephole."

"Oh, my God," Jerry gasped, swaying and almost falling. "And now...?"

"Now he wants a little of Kay."

"No way!" Jerry said, and tried to lurch toward the stairs.

"You'd better think about it for a minute before you go up there."

"I don't have to think about anything," Jerry said, and tried to disengage his arm from hers.

"Think about it!" Monica cautioned. "Kay's so woozy she won't know who's fucking her. She'll think it's you. Isn't it better to leave her in the dark about it, about everything? That way she's no wiser about you and me, and we all can have our fun. Right?"

Jerry hated himself, but down deep he knew she was right.

Lying on the bed, Kay heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and along the hall toward their bedroom door. She knew the step was too heavy for Jerry. It was probably Harry looking for the bathroom.

"Dammit," she whispered aloud. "Will they never leave? I want to get fucked!"

She froze as the door opened and she saw Harry's blurred image flash briefly, then the door closed behind him.

Her head was aching, pounding. She was having a hard time thinking, and the dim room was swimming around and around in front of her eyes.

Suddenly she felt herself being lifted slightly from the bed. He was taking her in his arms. His mouth was on hers and his tongue was probing her mouth. The room swam faster.

What was happening?

Harry was kissing her, rolling his tongue back and forth in her mouth, with her husband and his wife right downstairs! And she felt strangely in need of his violent kiss. She had never been so brutally kissed. .

She was trembling wildly, both from fear and excitement. This was crazy. Why wasn't she screaming? Why wasn't she trying to push this man away from her?

When he drew his lips from her mouth to let them both breathe, he tightened his arms around her.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

"I'm going to fuck you, Kay."

"No ... no, you mustn't! This is crazy!"

"No, it isn't. You want cock. I can tell."

"I want my husband!" she cried, and then tried a different tack. "He'll come in, Harry. He'll find us!"

"I just went up to the bathroom. He'll never suspect. Besides, Monica and he are in a heated discussion. They'll never even know I was gone."

He was opening the front of her dress. She tried to stop him, but the warmth of his hands on the bulging flesh of her breasts made her gasp with desire.

"Harry...."

"You'll like my cock, Kay," he whispered. "You'll see."

"No ... noooo...."

But his hand was moving and she felt powerless to stop him. It slid into the open neckline of her dress. His large palm cupped her heavy, quivering breasts and gently massaged them through the thin material of her bra.

"Oh, God...."

"Beautiful breasts," he groaned. "Heavy and succulent. Just made to be touched and fondled while a cock works in and out of our pussy."

"Ha ... Ha ... Harry!" Her voice was choked with desire and they both knew it.

Kay felt the fire of need and desire being fanned in the furnace of her pussy. Harry removed his hand from her tit and began to pull her dress down off her shoulders.

In the living room, directly beneath the bedroom, Monica had maneuvered Jerry over to the sofa. She pushed him down and carefully pulled his rising cock free from his pants. As she ran both hands up and down its hardening length, they could hear the sounds coming from the bedroom above.

They heard the bed creak as Kay was pushed down into it. They heard the sounds of heavy feet moving on the floor and then the bed creaking again.

Jerry bit his lip. He could almost visualize what was going on. Harry Priestley was stripping his wife's body. Then he took his own clothes off. Then he would crawl between her thighs and stick his cock up her pussy.

Would Kay be drunk enough? Would she realize who was fucking her? Did Harry have a bigger cock than he? Kay would know then that it wasn't her own husband pouring cockmeat into her pussy.

"She'll know."

"What?" Monica said.

"She'll know it isn't me."

"Nonsense. Relax. It's exciting! I'll blow you while we listen to them fuck!"

She dropped her mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking it with that expert way she had with her lips and tongue.

Goddamnit, he thought, it was exciting!

He was ashamed at the bizarre thrill he was getting from having his prick so expertly sucked while he listened to the sounds of his wife's body being ravaged, right above his head, by his boss's cock.

Kay lay pinned to the bed by Harry's knees. She looked up into his drooling, leering face. "They'll hear us ... "

"They won't," he gasped. "They'll be too occupied."

Kay absently wondered what he meant by that, but she didn't have much time to dwell on it. Harry had her dress and her pantyhose off. Now he was bending his head and planting wet kisses on her throat and the tops of her tits where they swelled invitingly above her bra cups.

He knew the kisses were thrilling her. He could see the line of moisture seeping through the crotchband of her panties. Her cunt must be flowing like a river. Her tits seemed to be swelling toward his lips, as if to say, "Make me nude, suck me, caress me!"

"Please, Harry!" she gasped, making one last try to stop him before she was completely nude and could resist no longer. "They'll wonder where you are! My husband will come looking for you. Please, Harry, please leave me alone!"

"You want cock, don't you? Admit it!"

"Yes, but ... not here, not now. Please!"

"It will be our little secret, honey. No one but us will ever know. Don't worry. Lift!"

Kay instinctively lifted her ass-cheeks from the bed so he could draw her panties down off her hips and thighs. Now her dark pussy was drippingly bare and she knew there was no way she could stop him.

"Oh, my God!" she cried, and watched him throw her panties to the floor. Then his eager hands were at her back, unfastening her bra. Her mountainous tits leaped free and quivered.

"Beautiful tits," Harry croaked. "Luscious."

Kay gave up and lay writhing as he gloated over her beautiful, nude body. He stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles. Then came his shorts, and his thick, fully erect cock, with its throbbing purple head, flopped into view.

He moved back over her body, completely covering it with his own. He dipped his head and sucked greedily at the aroused nipples at the ends of her gigantic tits. His tongue was like a flaming sword as it dipped and licked around and around her swollen areolas.

He was driving the young wife wild. Her legs flew apart and came up to surround his waist. She felt the rigid hardness of his prick slap her inner thighs and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud. "Fuck me! Stick your prick in me before I go mad! Ohhh, nice, yessss! Suck!

Suck my tits harder. Suck my whole tit into your mouth!"

Kay thought she had whispered it, but the words rang loud and clear through the house.

"He's sucking her tits," Monica said, "just like I'm sucking your cock."

They heard Kay gasp even louder. Monica was inflamed herself from the sound. She pushed Jerry back to a prone position on the couch and crawled up between his legs.

"It will really get good when he gets his cock in her," she said, and dropped her mouth again and again over Jerry's throbbing cock. Just the idea of sucking Jerry off while listening to her husband fuck his wife was enough to make Monica come without even having a fist or a cock up her cunt.

Very clearly the words echoed throughout the house now. Jerry heard Kay telling her lover just what she wanted.

"Yes ... oh, darling, YESSS! Harder, all of it ... faster! Oh shit! That's what I want ... I want it all so badly! You're there ... YESSS, ALL OF IT!"

The creaking of the bed took on a regular, heavy tempo. The sound told Jerry that what he feared was indeed taking place. Harry Priestley had his prick up his wife's cunt, and he was fucking the hell out of her.

"Reach around and play with my balls a little," Harry said, as he ground his pelvic bone against hers. "God, you're good. I've got my whole dick buried in you!"

"More ... give me more!"

Kay had long ago stopped struggling. But she hadn't stopped cursing herself. God, she thought, would she ever be able to resist the powerful needs and desires of her pussy?

Suddenly, Harry pulled his pleasure-giving cock out of her pussy and slithered down her body until his face was buried between her thighs. "Mmmm," he murmured, rubbing his nose, his chin, and his lips up and down her syrupy cuntlips.

"No ... noooo, Harry," she whispered. "I want your cock. I don't want you to eat me ... I want you to fuck me!"

He was on her again in a second. Like a wild beast, he clawed at her hips, pulling her pussy back within range of his cock. "Yes ... fuck!" he growled, lunging. "Take it!"

With a wild thrust, he was up between her thighs and his stiff prick was once again penetrating her soft pussy.

This time he was rougher with her, and Kay gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Harry was bigger in body than Jerry, but just as well hung. She could feel that his prick was stronger, not quite as long, but much thicker than her husband's. And he shoved it into her with much more force.

She began to feel sick, and even dizzy, as he ground his cockmeat up her cunt. She was writhing and thrusting her hips in wanton abandon as this near-stranger possessed her body. Her cunt had craved and desired fulfillment, and now she was getting it-in spades. Her body was being drawn toward a blinding orgasm by the ruthless fucking she was getting from Harry Priestley.

"Do you like it?" Harry rasped. "Is my cock bringing you off?"

Kay gasped; she couldn't say anything as the heat of her climax spread from her cunt, through her bouncing tits, and inundated her brain.

She closed her eyes. "Uhhhggg, ohhhh ... I'm ... I'mmmm...." Soft, strange sounds came from her throat. Her fingernails clawed into his bouncing ass cheeks as her body took up the urgent, pounding tempo of his lust.

Kay knew it was wrong and wicked to get such pleasure from this man's cock with her husband right below her, but she couldn't help it. Her neglected pussy was a traitor now that it was getting all the male meat it had so badly needed and desired for so long.

Ecstasy flooded her body as she felt the waves of orgasm flow outward from her clitoris. Her body was on fire. Her pussy, her tits, her whole being burned with gratification. She was responding to Harry's cock the way she had responded to Jerry's.

"I'm coming, Harry! I'm going to come! Don't stop ... shoot in me! Come with me!" she whispered frantically in his ear.

Her hips twisted and turned. Her cunt writhed and jerked up and down. Her thighs opened and closed in convulsive, spasmodic spasms of wild climactic pleasure.

Then it happened. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She became completely engulfed in the passion of her come. An excruciating orgasm ripped through her quivering body from head to toe.

She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see Harry's face as she came.

He was breathing heavily above her, then rutting and grunting like a pig. Her cunt was being held brutally hard against his grinding pelvis. His hot face was pressed against the side of her neck and she knew he, too, would soon come.

And then she felt it. Amid the wonderful sensations in her cunt and belly, she felt a hot, gushing stickiness.

Harry was pouring his load into her pussy, deep into the innermost reaches of her cunt.

Finally, the pleasure of the orgasm wore off and she pushed the panting man off her. He lay on the broad bed beside her, his face covered in sweat, his breath still labored. It was incredible that this man, a near stranger and so much older than she, could have been responsible for the ecstasy in her pussy.

She was relieved when he, at last, got to his feet and adjusted his clothing. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "Till the next time, honey," he said, and then he was gone.

Kay buried her head in the pillow and cried. Where, and when, and how was all this going to end. It had to end; it just had to.