Chapter 10
"Amazing how a guy can work up such a hunger just fishing," Pete said as he and John walked through the shading trees from the stream.
"Uh-huh-especially when you consider the fact that we did even less than that. One damn fish. Good grief, what a pair of fishermen we are."
"We had nothing to do with it, John. Not our fault the fish aren't biting today. It happens."
John only grunted in reply; a self-made man with self-created wealth like Pete Seaver wasn't one to accept much in the way of criticism, even merely implied criticism. Besides, he was probably right.
"It's the women who were the smart ones," Alston said. "Oops, sorry."
He'd let go a little bush too soon and it had slapped across Beaver's legs.
"No sweat," Pete said. "Yeah. Coming up here to the woods, though, with all the sunshine and birds singing and the good air and all the smells... and then going back to the cabin at ten or eleven in the A.M... huh. Wonder what they're doing, reading? Talking about shopping?"
"Ah-give 'em some credit. Probably whomping up a damned fine meal-I hope!"
"I'll give your Roz credit," Pete said. "As for Lori-she gets credit for looking good and knowing how to act, that's all-oh and being damn good in bed!"
John didn't respond to that. They walked on among the trees and bushy undergrowth. Then he thought he should say something: "Pete, she looks more than good, I'll say that."
"Sexy-lookin' pair today, aren't they? Whew! Both of 'em. Sex on wheels."
"Uh-huh. Oh say, thanks for not commenting on Rosalind's ahh, appearance. She was really disappointed about the way those clothes shrank-and embarrassed at the tightness."
"Hmp! Not to mention the fact that she isn't wearing a bra, you dog! Sure, I was happy to go along with your request, John. Hey-nobody ever call you Jack?"
"Nope. Used to be Johnny when I was a kid. Seems too kiddish for a grown man, though."
"Huh! How about a president named Jimmy! Anyhow-if it'd been Lori, she'd be mad if no one said anything about how she looked in something like Roz's wearing. Anything you say to her about how good she looks or how sexy she is or looks, John, is fine. With both of us."
"They're different, all right."
"Hey, your Roz isn't one of those uptight gals, is she? I mean-excuse me, that's personal."
"It's OK, Pete. Oh, not uptight, though both of us are-kind of reserved, about some things. I'm pretty conservative and so is she."
"Too bad," Pete said, giving his fishing line a twitch to tug the hook out of an overhead leaf.
"Too bad? We're happy. Why too bad?"
"Oh-because there's a certain lady whose last name is the same as mine who thinks you're attractive and might have some... ideas, about our all being up here in the woods together, so isolated."
After a moment, Pete asked, "John? What'd you say?"
"Nothing," John said. and with a tiny chuckle, "How about 'Gulp'?"
Pete laughed. "Oh come on, fella. It isn't as if she's going to rape you or anything. I just stated a fact, that's all. I think Roz is attractive, too- more than attractive. She's a sexy girl. But that doesn't mean I'm going to grab her!"
"Glad to hear it," John Alston said, trying not' to tighten up his lips too much. "We're, uh, not ready for that yet, Pete."
"No sweat. Of course now I depend on you to be discreet; I've pretty well tipped my hand that Lori and I... swing, haven't I?"
"Well, actually, you hadn't," John said. "Now you have. But why should I talk about it?"
"Me and my fat mouth. No reason John- thanks. Sorry I mentioned it. Let's see-better get a subject change going! Oh-there's the cabin. Good, seems to me it was shorter to the stream than coming back!"
"Yeah-oh hell, I've slipped up. Need to take one and should have in the woods."
"No sweat. Let's walk around behind the cabin, lean the poles and spray the ground back there."
They did and of course they heard a sound and then another and of course Pete had to step over to the cabin window and peer in. Suddenly he was motioning to John, behind his back. The larger man didn't take his eyes from the window.
"Sh," he hissed, as John came curiously close.
John peered in. Then both men froze and stared at the incredible and incredibly erotic scene. They were looking into the cabin's bedroom and it was occupied-by two women, their two women. Both were very, very naked-except for the big fat brown dildo that speared out from in front of Lori's crotch just as if she had a weird, shining, brown cock.
Nah, Pete thought, staggered. I guess Roz isn't too uptight at that-not about girl-to-girl stuff, anyhow. Not when she kneels there naked while Lori fucks her from behind. Boy-what a lovely ass! and look at all that tit-flesh hanging down! Shit-I want her more than ever. I want to get cock into that... hm. Maybe this is the opportunity and the time. OK, Mr. Pete Seaver, Big Arranger-start arranging!
Such were Pete Seaver's excited reflections- and he had not yet realized that his wife's big brown cock was not only fucking Roz from behind, but in the behind!
The two men stood and stared, helplessly, while a wild mixture of thoughts whirled like a maelstrom through John Alston's head... and Pete Seaver used his own brain like a calculating machine just as he had most of his life. John, naturally, was both shaken and nervous. He knew about Roz's past life. Yet it was impossible to view such a scene, two squirming, hunching, panting female bodies in the natural state, without being aroused. Naturally he appreciated the sight of Rosalind; they hadn't been intimate long enough for him to have become accustomed to her to the point of detachment. But-his eyes were on Lori Seaver more.
He watched the way her hair bounced, the way her naked, dark-tipped tits danced, the way her rounded buttocks clenched, big hollows leaping into their sides as she hunched forward to sink her cock into the other woman.
Yes, damned right. She was a good-looking woman. A sexy woman. And sure, damned right. He'd love to make it with her. But certainly he and Roz weren't ready for...
Bullshit! She's ready to be making out with another woman, he thought. She's ready to take that damned artificial cock right to the hilt, up the ass, all right! And it sure isn't because she isn't getting enough of the real thing! Just for a little, I'd...
"Oh you sexy piece!" Lori said loudly, gasping. "You love it, don't you! Love it love it love it!" She emphasized each "love it" with a strong hard surge with her false cock into the kneeling woman's body. "God, how I'm enjoying it, too!"
"Good, good," Roz mumbled weakly. "Good for you too, Lori?"
"Ab-so-lutely!" The brunette grinned suddenly. "Oh boy, would Pete love to see this-or better still be doing this! He's been hinting around about wanting to get it up my ass for a long time, now. I think he must have made it that way with someone else sometime in the past couple of years and really got off on it!"
Pete was staggered. Yes, now he saw-that relentlessly hard fake cock was going into Roz Alston's asshole, not her pussy! Oh Jesus Christ-he had to get this damned John to go along with the plan forming in his mind! Yet right now it was so hard to take his eyes off the scene in the bedroom, the thought and sight of that big thick rammer ramming in and out and in and out of the kneeling doll's sweet hot tight upturned little asshole!
That weird spectacle was both sexually arousing and strange to watch.
The kneeling Roz was quivering and quaking, trembling and moaning in sheer pleasure. Her long tits leaped and swung widlly beneath her bowed body, braced on hands and trembling knees. Her cunt was oiling itself copiously, until the inner dew was visible to the watching men, oozing down and out to her wet labial folds and downy pubic hair.
In and out of her gaping asshole drove the flailing pole of the other woman's brown plastic cock.
She grunted and quivered as that big thing raged back and forth in her ass, up her ass, pistoning, a few inches in, a few inches back and out and then back in again, forcefully dilating her.
The naked brunette's muscles rippled with the strain of her lurching, rocking fuck of the other woman. Jackhammer thrusts pounded the unyielding dildo in and out of her yawning anus with a blinding, whipping, buttock-slapping speed.
The sounds trickling up from both women's throats were of animalistic pleasure.
Those sounds came clearly to their watching husbands, as did the sight of tremors that raced through passion-flushed flesh. The dildo-equipped woman poked and prodded with it, way up inside the supple, velvety tunnel in a way that made the kneeling girl squirm in feverish response. She knew that imitation cock was buried in her distended asshole to the cup that pressed back against Lori's cunt.
What the men did not know, of course, was that the dildo was a two-ended one and that Lori was fucking herself very pleasantly up the squishy cunt while she rammed and jammed the other woman in the anus!
Shaking all over, Pete Seaver touched John Alston's arm. He felt it quiver. Good! John was no less excited. Their eyes met, though it was difficult tearing them away from the wild sight on the other side of the window. Pete beckoned. Reluctantly, the two men stepped several paces away. John's eyes kept rolling back toward the window, while Pete spoke urgently.
"Oh dear God," Alston said. "Do we dare-I mean, that's obscene, Pete!"
"I heard you the first time. Sure it's obscene. It's also wicked, against the law, naughty and orgiastic. But I heard you the first time-do we dare! And I tell you of course we dare! There's no one up here but us, in the first place. In the second, we'll have sense enough to pull the shade over that damned window."
"That's... not what I meant... The women... Lori and Roz. I mean, our just busting in-" John shot a confused glance at the window.
"Dare! Lord, man, what are they doing? You think they're going to give us a hard way to go after what we've seen? Shit, man! They'll go along with absolutely anything-and hope we never mention what started it all off... those two girls of ours in there grunting and hunching in the lesbian game!"
John bit his lip. Pete talked some more. He prevailed; John at last nodded, persuaded. He gave his friend a tight grin. It was then that Pete pointed out that both of them had developed unusually tight pants. True; each man had a fat, throbbing hard-on.
Together, they went around the house and let themselves in as silently as thieves through the front door. Pete closed it just as quietly behind them and made sure it was locked. Then he and John stripped.
Both women were on the bed, facing the door, with Roz on her hands and knees, Lori kneeling erect behind her. The two humping wives stared from enormous, stricken eyes when their men came walking into the bedroom with angry faces and businesslike strides-naked, big dark-flushed erections waving in the air like batons to direct this symphony of sex into a new set of movements.
"Puh-Pete!"
"John!"
"Marsha," Pete said, mockingly. He walked past Roz, alongside the bed. "Ah-ah-don't move, don't dare pull out, my dear darling cock-wearing wife! I've just smeared this hard-on with Keri lotion and it's going in you the same way your cock is in Roz, baby-and in the same place!"
"Buh--but Pete... I... I'm... I mean you... Pete darling I'm virgin back there!"
Pete had circled to the window and he dragged the shade all the way down to the sill. "That's what you should have done, you hot-cunted wench! As for your being 'virgin back there'-tomorrow, darling, you won't be able to say that!"
His wife was frozen, trembling, her hands on the exciting split rounds of Roz's upturned ass, her eyes fixed like great glassy marbles on her husband.
"And before you start babbling about it, Lori," he said, "consider how I got this hard-on!"
"Same way I did," John said, clambering onto the bed's other end, on his knees. "From watching the most lewd, salacious sight two husbands ever saw!"
On his knees, he came to pause before the face of his wife, who was on hands and knees. The big, budlike head of his deeply pink prick was directly before her big ash-gray eyes. "All right, slut. You couldn't wait for sex-don't leave me out. Eat that. You'll still get your-fucking... powered by Pete behind Lori!"
"JO-" That was all Lori got out, because as her mouth rounded to form the second letter of her husband's name he gave her neither time nor opportunity to say more. Her irate and barbarically impatient man shoved the fatly swollen red knob of his dick into her mouth and both hands into her hair.
Roz couldn't back away; behind her was Lori with the dildo deep in her asshole... and behind Lori Pete was now on the bed, kneeling up, with one hand gripping her thigh a little painfully while with his other hand he guided his crotch's muscular and rigid extention in between her tremulous ass cheeks.
"You'd better think hard about relaxing, baby," he told her, "because you're going to get your colon cleaned in about two shakes of a slut's tail!"
"I-I'm tuh-trying," she gasped. A great tear sparkled on her cheek and now an identical one overflowed her other eye. "Please... baby... darling... be-be gentle!"
"Would you listen to this darling little girl!" Pete cried, chuckling. "Sounds like a little girl on her first time-I didn't hear any whimper-whining like that out of Roz, Lori!"
"Wer-well... well she's not virgin where John's got his cock-or in the behind either. Why don't you two bullies really turn this into an orgy-and one we'll all enjoy... by letting me use my mouth and you put that monster of yours in her ass, not mine!"
John felt Roz's mouth go dead still all around the big, face-stuffing shank of his dick. He hung onto her hair, keeping her in place-and unable to say a word. His eyes met Pete's, over Lori's shoulder. And suddenly an inhibition snapped loose inside John Alston, like an overstretched rubber band.
"She's right," he nodded. "Bottoms need proper breaking in, Pete. Only one here is-slip your cock up it. Roz-be still and just accept it, babe, because that dildo's coming out of your ass and the real thing's coming in."
Roz, horrified, tried to pull free to voice her objections. Her husband did not let her-and he kept her gagged, too. For several seconds both Lori and Pete knelt, staring at John. Then, slowly, the brunette's mouth curved up into a smile. Taking a hand off the choice flesh of Rosalind's wide, rounded-and wide-split-rump, she reached back to pat her husband's thigh and give it a loving little squeeze.
"You heard the man, darling," she murmured. "After all-you did make him General Manager!"
"And President-in-Charge-of-Vice," Pete grinned and started tugging backward.
With her mouth stuffed full of familiar and beloved cock, Roz could only grunt when the shank of hard plastic stuffing her other end was forcibly dragged out. She felt the bed move-but could not speak, or look around. Her hair was firmly in her husband's grasp; his cock firmly entrenched in her warming face.
He bent as far over as he could without pulling his dick free of her mouth. "Don't look around and you'll never see a thing, darling. Just close your eyes and love it. Pardon me for sounding like a sexist, but I am-and you two silly girls have this coming!"
"Buwub," Roz said, around his penis.
Then she said, "PHU-UWW!" For, filled with blood and rigidly erect, a hot hard-on had just replaced the dildo in her ass.
Horror rocked her. God, her own husband had invited another man to shove his cock into her ass and he was doing it! Listen to the beast- making noises like the happiest animal in the world and... and... cock felt so good, so nice and warm and fleshy, after that hard chill unyielding damned dildo!
Sc-c-chhlu-u-uckkk and a slime-coated dildo came out of Lori's drenched, long-stuffed pussy as she wallowed on the bed, staring at her husband's lovely tightening-up ass cheeks while he powered the dick into the other woman's thoroughly opened and absolutely welcoming asshole.
While the other man fucked her anally, John fucked his wife's face.
Long fat dick slid in and out of her straining face. And ass.
The way it kept her jaws distended made the softly writhing girl unable to control her saliva or to swallow. She drooled helplessly. Just beneath the straining hole Pete happily plugged, her other mouth dripped, too.
Hard thick cock, very wet, very thick, made lewd, slurping noises as it drilled in and out between her ovaled lips and saliva ran down her chin to wind along the cleavage between her heaving, rocking breasts. Steadily, lurching, tightening his ass, listening to the other man's grunts as he fucked her ass, he pumped in and out of her head. His hands in her hair held it steady and in place.
That, Lori Seaver thought, is just about enough. Where's it say Roz gets all the action of both those nice pretty pricks?
Though he was preoccupied with what he was doing, with the hot straining humid tightness all around his dick, her husband became aware of her, abandoned and empty, a mere spectator to Rosalind's double fuck.
"Lori," Pete said. "Get yourself in under her, on your back. Stretch out with your legs under John. Suck her big hanging knockers, baby and you can play around with her cunt and my balls, too, all at the same time."
"But-" Pete gave her a look. Lori obeyed. When she started to position herself, John obligingly widened the distance between his knees. Lori dragged a pillow in under her head. That way she didn't even have to strain her neck; she was able to lie there on her back and lick and suck the big downward dangling plummets of the other woman's breasts. They were doing a lot of jiggling-Roz was, after all, being hunched and pumped from both ends at once.
Putting a hand back and up, Lori found the other woman's cunt. It was very wet. It was open. In this position, Lori could slide a thumb easily into the humid, gaping hollow, while her fingers were free to slip up behind it. They twiddled her husband's jerking, swinging balls while he ran his hot hard-on in and out of Roz's wide-open anus.
And John continued face fucking the girl on her hands and knees. He was pleased to discover that he could look straight down and see the breasts of the supine woman beneath her, with their nipples all thick and dark, brown and red, all at once. More, by bending his neck just a little, he was looking down at Lori's open cunt. Long distended and reamed by the other end of the dildo with which she'd reamed Roz's ass, it was so ready and receptive for Pete's anxiously twitching, reaming cock.
Careful so as not to lose his balance, John slipped a hand down there.
His fingers slid over the velvet mat of night-black hair that covered Lori's furrowed bulgy mound. She sighed and twitched.
"Ohh," she sighed. "Ummm... thank you darling... yes, oh yes, do that!"
She lifted her knees to change the angle of her pussy, profferring it to his hand. Her knees and lower thighs pressed up against his butt and in a moment he discovered that he could lean back on them, propping himself. That was nice. Now he had less need to worry about his balance, while he hunched cock into his wife's face and played with the other woman's pussy.
Pure erogenous arousal flowed through her spasming body as he sank his fingers into her, two of them, peeling open her sex lips and gliding up their channel.
While he face fucked one woman, he began finger fucking the other, who was licking the dangling tits of the first while playing with her cunt-and the hanging, swinging, hot balls of the other man.
The other man... Pete was in heaven.
Turned up to him, for him, were the smooth and tender ovals of a very female ass, the ass of another man's wife. Between them, for the first time in his life, his thick tool vanished and was swallowed up by the tight, rubbery little hole he had turned round and huge. It took his cock easily, nicely and never let up its pressure all around the sensitive girth of the big organ.
His surging hips sent bulgy tool way up her rectum with resounding whacks of his lower belly against the perfect curves of her hind cheeks. It was wonderful, this experience he'd been dreaming of for well over a year, ever since he'd seen it again and again in that movie. He loved it, loved it.
Thick and pounding lustfully with engorging blood, his dark red prick prodded wide the cloacal passage of the kneeling woman.
She was wagging her hips, too, fucking herself on his cock, fucking her ass and her mouth both at once, on hands and knees with a man kneeling at either end of her burning bodv, trying to give it an overload of pleasure. And there were fingers in her pussy, too, slim and female. And a sweet mouth worked away at one of her elongated and thickened nipples, hurting it a little-just right.
God, Roz thought, this is heaven!
Oh shit, Pete was thinking, this is heaven, man!
Lord, John thought, all this at once-I must have died and gone to fucking heaven!
Damn it, Lori thought wretchedly, this is nice-but this slut's got all the cock! It's all I can do to keep from scratching the inside of her pussy and biting her damned nipple off! This is hell!
Her teeth teased the fleshy hard bullets of the other woman's nipples. They had grown huge, nearly as big as Lori's-and Roz had never birthed or nursed a couple of kids!
Setting her teeth, she chewed. Roz shivered all over and made moaning sounds from her cock-stuffed mouth, but her hands made no effort to stop Lori. So-Lori bit harder and began shaking her head like a dog worrying an animal it had caught.
Trying hard to scream with the mouthful of fleshy, gagging prick, Roz overloaded. Her sensitive anus and rectum had been long fucked. Now her pussy was being fingered, her mouth was stuffed with dick and being used as if she were just a slave, a sex slave and finally teeth were sending pain up into her dangling breast from the fat nipple into which they sank. She overloaded.
Her passion-quivering body stiffened. Juices gushed from her cunt's slippery depths to run down Lori's wrist. Her fingers curled like talons and dug into the bedsheet. A blinding rapture rose up and staggered her.
Orgasm buffeted her like a sleek pinnace in a high wind. Her every cell seemed to explode in an almost unbearable ecstasy, then to be assaulted and inundated by pounding tidal waves of final sensate satisfaction.
She couldn't take it. It was too much. The most powerful climax of her life seemed to burn out her every nerve end. It overwhelmed her mind. Her mouth went slack around the enormously thick dick that stuffed it. Her arms began quivering. Then her elbows bent. She sagged forward.
"Owww!" As his wife's face slid limply forward, her teeth scraped down the upper surface of his virile dick. Hastily he caught her face in his hands, held it in place while he backed away.
His cock flipped out of her mouth and lurched high as if on a spring, slapping her face and then his belly with a wet smacking sound.
"Dear God-she's passed out!"
"Ah!" Pete cried out and his eyes were desperate. "No, no, hold her, don't let her fall-I'm... almost there!"
"Well if all you want is a hole to come in, man, get your arms around her hips and hold her there. I've got to get my bone into something!"
"But-"
"And if you prefer a live body, give that hard-on of yours to Lori!"
"Yes! Me!" Lori tugged at her husband's balls, hanging at the rearward seam of Roz's flooded, dripping cunt.
"You get this one," John said.
Holding his limp wife's shoulders up and out of the way with one straining arm, he ducked underneath. Roz slumped on his back as he stretched over Lori. Her eyes were very bright with excitement and anticipation and happiness. Her hand leaped from Roz's cunt to John's cock. It was huge, hot and wet. The writhing woman tucked it swiftly and greedily into herself, seating it well in between the soft wet lips of her cradling cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh... good... good... cock!"
The big hot chunk of meat went in and in. It felt better than just good-even better because it was a strange cock and one she'd wondered about and thought about for months.
The excitement was heightened for him, too, though he had not lusted after this voluptuous brunette the way she had for him. His plunging body roiled and jerked, driving his massive hunk of needy maleness into a seething glowing moltenness. His passion spurred him-her passion spurred him, in the obvious undisguised hunger of her body beneath his. His entire nervous system went mad and he fucked hard into the woman he'd found fucking his wife.
Everything about her was different. The color of her hair, her glossy black pubic patch, the size and shapes of her breasts and their dark, dark nipples, which were even bigger than his Rosalind's. The shape of her, the very feel of her was different, excitingly different. Even the feel of this humid and pulpy vaginal meat around his lunging cock was not the same as Rosalind's gripping womb walls.
He loved every difference and he balled her hard and fast and with a great, soaring pleasure.
Convulsive shudders heaved her and her breath came in panting gasps. She grabbed at him, pulled him down onto her so that she had all his weight-and a good deal of the unconscious Roz's. Her eyes glowed the color of lust. She was thrusting her hips up and down, wildly and almost frantically seeking out and meeting his every pumping stroke.
Both of them forgot about Pete. Neither of them gave a damn about Pete. Lust owned them.
The deep-set blue eyes that stared up at him were eager, hungry. Hard-on cock filled her to the tender head of her deeply hidden cervix and filled the grunting brunette's brain with indescribable bliss. With all her might, she clutched him close and bore down to cunt-squeeze him within her.
Grinning to show her he felt it, the instraining man grasped one exquisite breast and vised it in his hand as if it were ripe fruit.
"Hu-unnnnnnh!" she gasped. "Hard! Harder! Good!!! Squeeze-squeeze hard!"
"I'm a rapist," he said intensely, drawing her into a fantasy, for his head was spinning and light with his lust for her. "I'm going to tear out your cunt and mash and grind every inch of your sweet tits, I'm going to sink my strong fingers into their softness, like this-and grind deep into this hot tittyflesh while I fuck you blind and crying!"
"Oooohhh!!" she gasped and her eyes were very bright. Her hands tugged at him.. "Yeah! Ah god, you evil rapist-if only my strong big husband were here! Uh-ooh!" she grunted, shoving hard against his hard lunges. "Ah, oh, I can feel my poor titty tissues turning into pulp and jelly with you gouging up me and forming new shapes out of my breasts with your nasty mean rapist hands!"
"Sure," he said aloud, humping and squeezing and his voice was a harsh, surly growl. "Get fucked, chick!"
She laughed aloud.
They became a body-slapping, gasping tangle of arms and legs, a complete melding of male and female flesh.
Though it wasn't easy, Pete meanwhile caught hold of himself. "To hell with fucking a dead body like this! When I come I want her to feel it... and if she and John object to my making it with her when she's conscious again, I swear I'll throw his ass into the stream for the fishes!"
With that firm decision he pulled his cock out of Roz's anus, loose in her unconscious repose and let the limp woman slip side wise to lie on the bed like an unusually beautiful doll, one arm and a few strands of hair trailing loosely over the bed's edge.
While he damned well intended to break in his woman's ass, now, this wouldn't be the best time for that!
On his knees, he moved over to the other couple; his wife and the husband of the girl he'd just been buggering. They were going at it like a pair of wild kids who'd never had it before and had been told they wouldn't again for years. That didn't bother Pete Seaver; his Lori was a hot woman and both of them knew it and they each fucked with others. True, he had never actually been present while she made it with another man before, but... it was OK. It was interesting-even fascinating both to see and to think about, his wife wallowing in the arms of another man whose big hard-on dick was shoving around up in her whore's pussy.
Shit, he mused, kneeling there beside the rutting pair and idly fondling his smeared erection. He wouldn't interrupt them to ask John to get behind her so she could get her mouth on her husband's dick while she took the other one up the cunt. Nah, he'd just wait-and watch!
So the husband knelt playing with himself and watched his wife fucking with another man. Not just any man. His own Vice-President and General Manager.
Tremors leaped through that sensuous woman's lithe form. Her firm body strained to her lover's. Its proud strength quivered and pulsed beneath him. Pete watched his naked ass bob. It tightened, knotting up, to slam him forward, then relaxed a bit, the hollows on the outsides of the ass cheeks easing, when he pulled back for another ass-tightening lunge up her musty slash. It was interesting. Arousingly exciting, even. Pete watched.
The rangy, sweat-coated man rammed his narrow hips hard into her crotch and the sexy slut grunted and moaned. She acted as if she were losing her senses. Huh, Pete thought; she can take plenty of fucking! He saw her widen the distance between her sleek, tensing thighs and watch with dilated eyes the rise and fall of that new male face over hers. Her blue eyes were dreamy, passion-filled. She was sweating. Her arms quivered and her husband knew the hot-blooded sensualist he'd married was fighting herself to keep from raking the other man's back with her nails, like a sleek lithe yowling panther in heat.
Pete saw and heard the other man come. He watched the jerks and the vehemently hard straining and tightening of his hairy male ass as he threw his semen into her.
As soon as he was sure his friend was through and had a moment's rest, Pete dropped a hand on his shoulder.
"Pardon me, mister, but I want a shot at that slut. Mine wore out."
John was laughing helplessly as he pulled out of a swampy cunt-clutch and rolled onto his side. His body slapped into that of his wife and he glanced over at her. She was breathing deeply and evenly, though she looked like a corpse. Fucked out! He shook his head. Wow! How long had Lori shagged her ass with the dildo before Pete had plugged into it with his cock-and John had plugged her mouth with his?
When he looked back at the other couple, Pete had taken his place between the legs of a grunting Lori. She acted as if she was groggy, only half aware of what she was doing, of what was being done with her.
Plugged into the familiar socket, her husband rode her soft, yielding body in a blind fury.
It was John's turn to watch bobbing, jerking, quivering, clenching male ass, all hairy and tight between the uplifted feminine legs. Pete's body pummeled her arrogantly curved form as he fucked his beefy cock in the tight grip of her scented, squirming, sperm-sloshy cunt.
John sat watching thoughtfully.
Her superb, very rounded thighs clung desperately to her man while he pummeled her pussy in a passionate frenzy of lust. Both lurching bodies were bathed in a glowing moisture and their pulses raced as she took his spasming, skewering hardness far up inside her squirming body.
"Oh," the twitching brunette groaned out, "O-o-oh-h-hhhhhh!!"
Jolts of mingled pleasure and extreme libidinal need flamed through her panting form. The wantonly jerking woman had to fight to control herself enough to form words, rather than groans and sighs and grunts of animal sexuality. John listened with male pleasure to that throatily purring voice.
"Uh-unnnnnnngghhh! Oh, ohh ye-essssss!! Harder baby, oh God Christ Jesus harder give me cock so that it hurts!"
He tried, smiling tightly. His body lashed hers like a whip.
Smiling tightly, John yielded to the impulse to move over and... help. He did. His hands moved in, found her thick, pulpy nipples and began squeezing. Lori gasped, then howled in pleasure. John squeezed hard. Pete's pummeling body banged her smooth, almost transparently clear skin.
She sighed and groaned aloud, doubly pleasured. Her eyes went out of focus. Her mouth drooped open. She bounced loosely beneath the rapidly accelerating tempo of her pinched nipples and the skewering rhythmically through her rich-furred loins and up her hot, bubbling cleft.
It happened to her. Seismic spasms quaked her entire body. Her eyes rolled loosely and she grunted from the throat as she lurched into a climax that claimed her utterly. That excited Pete Seaver that last little bit and he fired his load into her with hard bursts.
When he was spent and emptied and rose slowly from her to look down into her sweaty face, he was astonished.
Like Lori, Roz had overloaded. The two women had played a long while before the advent of their men and this session had gone on long, at a constantly high peak. Lori, too, was unconscious-with a silly smile on her face.
The two men looked at each other.