Chapter 5
"Y'see," Mike was saying on the phone, talking to Harold Century, "your wife has this innate need to be pushed around a little bit. More'n that, she needs to be fucked often."
"I just don't have the time," Harold admitted. "Ever since coming East with her, I've been busy in my new textiles plant. When I get home, I'm tired."
"Well y'better make time for her," Mike was saying. "She's one hot cunt who needs all the fucking she can get. Even if y'can't fuck her as often as she likes, do it more often than y'been doing it. Fuck her and make her know you're the boss."
"I'm always afraid she'll leave me."
"Hey buddy, you're the guy with the dough. Even if she does leave, she knows she'll never get the kinda settlement she'd have if she stayed married to you. So be smart, shove her around a little. Rough her up. On the weekends give her a real workout."
"I don't know if I'll be up to it," Harold admitted.
"So make up for it by whacking her around, first. Kick her ass a little. Believe me, she'll love you for it. Smack her face now and again. Hit her tits, and when you're making it with her, bite her, pinch her. She has hidden masochistic tendencies. Believe me, all broads do. Give 'er a good going over and you'll see. Do like I say, and in less than a month, she'll be all yours again and you'll be able to pay me the rest of the twenty five Cs. Okay?"
"I'll try it," Harold shrugged, and he and Mike hung up. Harold knew he didn't dare try it on his wife this particular night. It was obvious she had just come from a session with Mike and she was upstairs in the tub, trying to soak the feeling and smells of sex from her body, hoping he, Harold, wouldn't notice.
Maybe Mike was right. Maybe she did need a little shoving around.
Upstairs in the bathtub, Doreen was re-living her moments with Mike, vicariously experiencing it all again and again. She wished she was married to a man like that. It would make things so much simpler than having to look for cock on the outside.
Afterward, she came down to dinner in a casual pair of slacks and a tight blouse beneath which she wore no bra, as if challenging her husband to do something about it. But Harold had other ideas.
He waited until Saturday morning. As it was he had spoken to the upstairs maid, a lovely young thing named Lorna whom he had discovered to be extremely promiscuous. In all the time she had been working for him he had never once made a pass at her, but when he finally did approach her with his idea, he was astonished at how readily she agreed to what he wanted.
"Provided I get some satisfaction out of it, and I don't get fired," she insisted.
"That's fair enough," he agreed.
So that Saturday morning, when Donna awoke, she was surprised to see her husband out of bed before her. She was even more surprised to hear funny sounds coming from somewhere in the house, and getting out of bed, not bothering to put a robe over her nightgown, she stepped into the violet-carpeted hallway, turned right, and walked to the end of the hallway where the small maid's bedroom was located. The door was open, and peering in, she saw something for which she was totally unprepared. There was Harold, her husband, naked, on his knees, actually sucking the maid's cunt.
Not that Lorna was a bad-looking woman. True, she was more slender than Donna, which Donna was envious of. But facially she didn't begin to match Donna, and her breasts were so much smaller than those of Harold Century's wife. Even her cuntlips seemed so flat compared to the plumpness of Donna's, making the blonde woman wonder why her husband had chosen to cheat with this dark-haired bitch who had a slightly long nose anyway.
The maid looked up and saw her and gasped aloud. The gasp was Harold's signal to pull his head from the maid's cunt.
"Harold, just what the blazes do you think you're doing?" Donna asked, stamping her bare foot. "How dare you do something like this in our own house! So this is what you do when I lock the bedroom door."
""Shut up!" Harold snapped, surprising Donna, and also surprising himself. He never thought he would have the gumption to talk this way to his wife. But a lot of things Mike had said made sense, and as a result, he intended trying it out.
"How dare you talk to me that way!" Donna snapped.
"I told you to shut up," he said, standing and walking over to her, standing nakedly in front of her.
"Get dressed," Donna told him, turning her back on him. "You look ridiculous."
"Do I?" he asked.
Donna was totally unprepared for her husband's suddenly whipping her around to face him, and before she knew what was happening, he was slapping her across the face, once, twice, three times, very hard, making her gasp each time.
"Who the hell d'you think you are telling me what to do in my own house?" he roared. "Get the hell down on your knees, right now."
"How dare you, Harold!" she gasped. "I'm going to pack and leave, right now."
"You do that," the skinny man snapped, smacking her face again. "Only I'll see to it you don't get a penny if you divorce me. Believe me, I can do it."
He ripped her nightgown from her body, leaving her as naked as himself and the housemaid.
"You're mad!" Donna gasped.
"I'm sane for the first time," Harold told her. "From now on you're going to do as I say, when I say. If you try and get funny, I'll kick you out and give you nothing."
"I've never seen you like this before," Donna gasped, feeling apprehensive.
It was as if Mike Ferrizo had been infected with some antagonistic virus, and it had now been passed to her husband. Donna was suddenly worried. She didn't know if she liked the idea of power being taken away from her so suddenly and completely.
Harold reached out and grabbed her breast. He began twisting the nipple, forcing her to her knees.
"Now!" he told Donna. "I want you sucking my cock, and I want you sucking it hard."
"Not out here!" Donna hissed. "Not in front of her," she insisted, inclining her head toward the maid.
"Oh no? Well then, if you won't suck old Peter out here, I have a much better place."
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Donna asked.
He moved around behind her, planted a foot in her buttocks, and shoved her forward so that she fell flat on her face.
"Move!" he gestured, pointing toward the maid's room.
Lorna had been briefed by Harold as to what he wanted, and a substantial cash payment assured her he had no intention of backing out. This was going to be fun. She had no particular love for Donna, who had always pushed her around and bossed her around as if she were garbage. Well this was going to be her opportunity to get even with the buxom Amazon.
When Donna merely rose to her knees and didn't move, Harold shoved his foot into her rear again and said, "Move! Into the room, right now!"
"No!" Donna insisted, so Harold came around in front of her and smacked her face again.
"Yes!" he snorted, enjoying this feeling of power he had over his wife. This guy Mike really seemed to know what he was talking about. Not only was he enjoying hitting his bitchy wife, but the sense of power he was feeling over her made him suddenly feel that much more aroused. He was enjoying what he was doing, and he intended to continue doing it. God! It was all so stimulating!
"From now on, I'm the boss in this house," he snapped. "I've done all I could to try and make you happy, but nothing seems to please you, so get that ass into the maid's room. You're going to learn both humility and humiliation."
Afraid her skinny husband might actually hurt her if he slapped her face too hard, Donna walked, on her knees, into the maid's room. She was panting with hate, aching for her husband to try and push his skinny cock into her mouth. Then she would bite it off.
Harold kicked her again, and she fell forward, her face hitting the sofa cushion directly in front of Lorna's vagina as the latter remained seated on said sofa with her legs wide apart, her heels pressed against her buttocks, opening the plane of her vagina that much more obviously. When Donna tried picking her head up, Lorna's hand shot out and pressed down on it, and the maid had the audacity to say, "Get over here, you blonde bitch. The time has come to even the score between us. You've always been so hoity toity, well now you're going to even things up by licking my pussy."
"You're insane," Donna gasped. "I've never done such a thing."
She turned her face and looked at her husband, as if pleading for him to interfere.
"It's about time you learned, baby," Harold snapped at his wife. "From now on Lorna's more than just a maid here. She's a sex object, a sex object for both of us." He grinned evilly, placing his hands on his hips, and he said, "You do precisely what Lorna's telling you to do."
As if to emphasize his words, he once again kicked Donna in her rear, making her squeal. When she still refused to move, he smiled and took some pussy willow stems from a nearby vase in the room, and holding them together, he whacked her across her back with them.
"Owwwwwwww!" Donna gasped. "Harold . . . don't.. . . "
"Then do as Lorna instructed."
"All right . . . all right.. . just don't hurt me anymore."
When her husband had hit her with the pussy willow branches it had really hurt. With Mike Ferrizo, much as it had hurt it had been sexually arousing. There was nothing arousing in the way the pussy willow branches had all but cut her back.
Sobbing now, Donna slowly moved forward, but staring at the vagina before her, ringed as it was with black fur, she was frightened of it. Harold moved toward her, taking her by surprise as he gripped one of her wrists and twisted it behind her back. Donna cried out in pain, feeling the agony spread through her shoulder. She felt herself being forced forward toward Lorna's cunt.
"Just stay on your knees, damn you!" Harold insisted.
She felt the nap of the carpeting rubbing her knees and the friction hurt, but there was nothing Donna was able to do. Lorna's crotch was less than two inches away, and Donna already inhaled the sex juices oozing from within. Now the black-haired woman tugged her slim thighs even farther apart. Her flat pink lips weer unquestionably more heavily furred than Donna's, although the hairs had been trimmed into the rough semblance of a square, as if emphasizing that her cunt was her "box." Lorna thrust her cunt up and forward, an inch closer to Donna's face.
"Get on with it oh mistress of the house! Lick my pussy," Lorna insisted.
"Do it!" Harold ordered, his hand pressing on the back of her head as his other hand continued twisting her arm.
"Harold . . . now . . . now . . . don't do this . . . please . . . wwhhhoooommmphhh. . . . "
Donna's lips were suddenly mashed against the pouting split of Lorna's vagina. Lorna aided things by grabbing Donna's hair and tugging her forward while humping her crotch against the latter's countenance. She ground her wet cunt into Donna's face, rubbing her lips against the blonde's nose. Donna found her mouth crammed against a wet, slimy opening, preventing her breathing. She gagged, afraid she would throw up and managed to pull her head away.
"No!" she gasped. "Don't do this to me!"
"Your wife really is one heck of a bitch!" Lorna insisted, bringing her ass closer to the edge of the sofa. "Slap her hard and make her lick me!"
"My pleasure!" Harold assured her.
He twisted his fingers in Donna's hair, turning hard until the blonde woman yelped. Pain shot through her buttocks as her husband's free hand began slapping her upraised asscheeks.
"No more, no more!" Donna pleaded.
"You going to suck Lorna's pussy?" he asked.
"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she agreed.
'Then do it!"
Lorna once again pushed her vagina close to the edge of the sofa until her cunt was actually overshooting it. She smiled a wide smile as Donna's face moved closer. Donna stared in horror at the oily opening before her-the slit gaping wide as if trying to swallow up her face when she moved to it. God! How was Mike ever able to lick her cunt this way? It seemed disgusting, sickening.
"Come on, already," Harold snapped. "No more procrastinating."
"If she doesn't do it, beat her," Lorna smiled.
"No, no, I'm doing it, see, I'm doing it!" Donna gasped.
"Before you do it, tell us in words just what it is you're doing, you bitch!" Harold insisted.
"I'm . . . going to lick . . . her," Donna whispered.
"Lick her what?" he prompted, getting more and more of a kick out of being the dominant one.
"Her vagina!"
"What else is it called?" Harold wanted to know, prolonging this torturous moment and enjoying every last bit of it.
He beat the backs of her shoulders, and she found herself falling forward, her face once again sinking into the morass of Lorna's black-rimmed muff. Reaching forward with both hands, she found Lorna gripping her wrists, and though Donna knew herself to be much stronger than Lorna, she knew pulling free might antagonize her husband, and Harold, skinny runt that he was, was stronger than she. So she allowed herself to be tugged forward.
"Suck me, you damn bitch!" Lorna snapped.
"Oh no, I want her answering the question, first," Harold insisted, and seeing the insistence scrawled on his face, Lorna relaxed her grip for a moment. "Come on, Donna. You were going to say it before Lorna got overanxious. What else is the vagina called? "
"A pussy."
"Louder!"
"A pussy."
"What else?"
"A cunt."
"What are you going to do."
"I'm going to suck it."
"What are you going to suck."
"I'm going to suck her cunt."
"Louder."
"HER CUNT!" Donna screamed. "I'M GOING TO SUCH HER CUNT . . . HER PUSSY . . . HER VAGINA."
Harold got a big kick out of twisting his hands in her hair. Pain stabbed through the lovely woman's scalp. Tears were once again freely rolling down her cheeks as her nostrils picked up the rich effluvium of Lorna's sodden vagina. Then her face was suddenly jammed forward, her lips smacking wetly into the other woman's dripping vaginal tunnel. She ought to have been revolted, but she wasn't. Just as she hadn't thrown up that first time she had been forced to swallow Mike's sperm, so now she felt no desire to retch even though her face was in the sodden center of the other female's vaginal tunnel. Her tongue slid into the gaping slash that made up the inner lips.
"Suck!" Lorna cried, tugging her face down.
Without realizing it, Donna was moving her tongue deeper and deeper into the sodden slit, probing, rotating, working the oral organ in and out until she found herself swallowing a large gob of pussy oil. It was tasty, very tasty. Now she was beginning to understand why Mike liked lapping pussy. She swallowed, knowing if she didn't do so it would be difficult for her to breathe. Her tongue slithered in again, then slid out, shaping itself into a little scoop that moved against the upper wall of the inner vaginal hole, gathering more of the female dew. She sucked it into her mouth and once again swallowed it. It was strong, definitely a feminine essence, and definitely very tasty.
Donna suddenly realized, much to her horror, that she was actually enjoying this. Crazy as it seemed, she enjoyed lapping another female's vagina. Did this mean she was homosexual?
"Oh yes, yes, Mr. Century . . . Harold . . . your wife is . . . uhhhhh . . . very good at this . . . very good . . . she does this expertly . . . aahhhh.. . . "
The lovely blonde was stabbing her working tongue in again and again, pushing it as deep as possible into the tasty giving passage, making it delve a little deeper on each forward thrust. She sensed the way the brunette's cuntwalls were tightening around her driving tongue, and she slipped the oral organ out and pressed it flatly against the clitoris. Her hands moved around the maid's waist as she gripped the latter tightly and pulled her even closer, sinking her tongue once again into the formidable feminine tunnel. Lorna was gasping and sighing as Donna tried burying her face all the more deeply.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes . . . yes--. . . yes . . . yes.. . . " the maid was softly murmuring, her head swishing from side to side.
"Is it good?" Harold asked.
"Good . . . good . . . really good," the maid nodded.
"Well, my wife has hidden talents I'd never suspected, until now," Harold smiled.
"Oh yes, she really knows how to use that lovely mouth of hers," the beautiful brunette nodded, humping her cunt back and forth with the rhmthm of Donna's thrusting tongue.
Donna felt her husband's hot breath against the back of her neck as the man bent low, moving his face around in an attempt to see her tongue stabbing into Lorna's vagina. Donna ignored the man and with her lips captured the clitoris of the maid, pulling it between her teeth, sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth as if sucking on a tiny cock. Her teeth nibbled lightly and the lovely brunette cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Ohhhhh . . . hhhhhuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh . . . yes-ssssssssss!"
"Keep licking that cunt, darling," the harried husband instructed, no longer the meek little mouse he had always been. Seeing how his domination had worked, from now on he knew things were going to be different. Still, Donna was going to try and rebel in the beginning, so he would still need Mike Ferrizo to keep his bitchy wife in her place. Yes, this was going to be the wisest investment he ever made.
Donna was aware of her husband's hands roaming over her buttocks and was about to lift her head up, but her husband grabbed her head and shoved it into the maid's crotch again.
"I'll tell you when to stop," he said to his wife.
"Ohhhhh . . . this is so good. . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.. . go-oooooooood. . . . " the maid insisted, sighing with delighted pleasure, lying back on the sofa, her hands rubbing across her breasts. "Yes . . . yes . . . this is so gooooood . . . hhhhaaaannnnhhhhhh!"
She hurled her vaginal opening against the blonde Amazon's face as Harold pressed his naked self against his wife from behind. He was reaching forward on either side, letting his hands reach around and grip her breasts as they dangled. He rolled the thick nipples in his fingers and leaned against his wife's back, his face pressing into her nape, his breath hissing wetly against her perspiring skin. He sent his tongue out in tiny licking darts the way Mike had done, though not nearly as expertly, but because she was licking the other woman's pussy Donna found herself totally aroused. Then she felt the hard head of her husband's slender cock against her buttocks, and another vibrant chill shot up her shuddering spine.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . . yesssssssssss . . . that's so good!" Lorna continued gasping.
"You keep on licking that pussy, dear wife," Harold said, his voice nice and low so that Donna was barely able to hear him. "Just keep on licking her and I'll let you feel my cock moving in you from a different angle."
He slammed his penis against the crack between her buttocks and Donna sobbed as the solid organ rubbed up and down, up and down. All the while he leaned on top of her and continued rubbing her nipples. His penile head found itself soaked in his wife's juices and he realized just how aroused Donna was. Christ! Mike had really been right.
Lorna gripped Donna's head more tightly and pulled it against her sodden split, humping her body up and down, knowing she would shortly hit her peak. Donna continued burying her nose in the rich depths of the other woman's genital area, sucking up all the tasty juices, massaging the clitoris again and again with her probing tongue, capturing it now and again between her teeth. Lorna yelled with burning need each time the blonde woman bit down on the little extension. Then Donna licked against the top of the crack, her mouth opening very wide and her tongue probing into the heated center of the other woman's sodden cunt.
Donna was aware of her husband's loud panting, and she gasped as he squeezed her nipples all the more tightly. At this point her nipples were so sensitive she thought she would scream. As it was, she opened her mouth and gasped against the vagina she was sucking.
She was suddenly aware her husband was no longer lying on her back, nor was he fingering her nipples. Where was he? What was he doing.
Donna tried to turn, but Lorna's hands caught in her hair, yanking and twisting. Then she once again felt the naked, burning rod of her husband's cock pressing against her ass.
The man reached around her, moving his fingers down from her belly to the slotted wetness between her thighs. He reached in, touching her as he had never touched her before, and Donna realized it was her own aloofness which had prevented her husband from really making it with her in the way that would have made her happy. Had she known about this, things would have been different. But now that she had sampled the thickness of Mike Ferrizo's cock she knew she wouldn't be content with the slender wand her husband had to offer. Even if she lost Mike in the future, she would have to find other, equally thick cocks. One thing was certain; between Mike and her husband she was learning every delightful perversity there was to know about sex.
She gasped as he curved his finger into the slot of her tight cunt, and shuddered as she realized his other hand was working its way into the narrow slit between her asscheeks, the tip of his forefinger already pressing against the dark star of her ass. Was he insane? He had never dared touch her there before! But he had always been a different man before. Now he was changed, and he seemingly dared anything. His fingers were pressing, one into her hot cunt, the other into her ass. God! How delightfully degrading!
Harold had always wanted to penetrate his wife's asshole, but he had never tried it until now. He had never tried any of the many different things he had wanted to do, until now. His finger pushed against her sphincter, and suddenly he was in up to the first joint, then to the second joint. At the same time his other hand was jamming its middle finger into her cunt, and the two fingers began swirling around inside her. Donna clenched her ass muscles as if trying to expel his finger, but the clutching ring of muscle surrounding his finger only seemed to draw it that much more deeply into her and Harold sighed with enjoyment. Now he was stabbing his fingers in rhythm, as if hoping the tops of them would meet somewhere inside her, though in reality a membrane separated the fingers, and thin as it was, it was strong and wouldn't tear.
Donna felt the pressure of his fingers, and unaware of the strength of the wall of flesh between her anal center and her vaginal interior, was suddenly terrified. She yanked herself away from her husband's driving fingers, gasping, "No! No! Please . . . don't do this, Harold."
"Darling," he said, smiling softly, and she feared that soft smile more than if he would have screamed at her. "Put your lovely face back into Lorna's cunt and continue sucking or I'll tear your perineum right out of you."
Gasping, terrified, yet thrilled beyond measure, the helpless blonde woman returned her mouth to the flooded vagina of the anxious brunette, her jaw gaping wide as she moved her lips over the mound as if attempting to suck the entire surface all at once. Her teeth sank into the softness of the inner lips and Lorna gasped with spine-tingling delight, a minor climax taking hold of her and making her fire her secretions straight into the blonde woman's waiting mouth. It was almost as heavy as the white flow she had swallowed from Mike Ferrizo, and had she not swallowed quickly she might well have strangled on it. Her husband's fingers had returned to her twin orifices, and she wriggled her buttocks around and around as he poked and investigated as never before.
His fingers suddenly eased out of her and the lovely blonde breathed a silent sigh of relief. But a moment later her entire body was tightening up as his two hands moved to the bottom of her rounded asscheeks, lifting her bottom higher, tugging her knees apart until her vagina presented a perfect bulls-eye. His finger once again moved to her anal opening and pushed right in, stabbing deeper this time than ever before. Almost all of the finger was buried in her rear. Donna tried lifting her head, but Lorna had her hands in the blonde woman's hair and held her down, saying, "Just keep licking, oh mistress of the house and show you can be a mistress of a house in more ways than one."
Harold's driving finger sank in again, the digit continually swirling around and around in her rectal tunnel, moving back and forth in the narrowness, and then the finger was withdrawn, no longer there. Her husband was moving closer to her now, his hands still gripping her asscheeks, tugging them apart, the head of his penis poking against the little crinkle of her asshole. He was going to fuck her in the ass.
"No!" she gasped. "Not there! Harold for God's sake, not there!"
Lorna's hand slapped her across the face sharply and suddenly and the lovely blonde saw stars. She swore she would not fire the brunette. To fire her would put her out of reach. Once she had Lorna in the house without Harold present, she was going to make this woman pay for maltreating her. For the moment, all she was able to do was break into great gasping sobs, trying hard to once more wriggle out of her husband's grasp. He caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her again, and once more he shoved her face into the dripping center of the brunette's shuddering pussy. Lorna, in order to keep her locked in place, raised her thighs over Donna's shoulders and clamped them tightly around the blonde Amazon's head.
"Lovely wife," Harold cautioned softly. "Don't move this wonderful ass again or I'll be forced to hurt you."
"By all means, hurt her," Lorna insisted.
"Harold looked at the brunette in such a way as if to say she was going too far. Lorna quickly shut her mouth.
The dark-haired woman had her hands wrapped tightly in her blonde mistress's hair, tugging on the strands of hair as if they were reins. Harold rubbed an arm across his mouth then adjusted his wife's ass more to his liking, silently signaling for Lorna to lower her feet from the other woman's back. Donna felt relief as the feet were removed from her back but there was no easing of the pressure of the other woman's hands on her head. She was aware of her husband once again putting his hands under her buttocks, lifting her, raising her rear cheeks.
His slender cock moved and the lovely blonde Amazon nearly strangled as she swallowed more globs of oil from Lorna's pussy. Slender as her husband's cock was, it would tear her apart inside if it moved into the narrow space of her rectum. She would be torn inside, a searing agony that would rip her inner tissues to shreds. She was certain of it. Please don't let Harold go into her rectum.
The hard head of his slender penis rubbed along the crack of her ass, Harold grinning at his house maid as he pressed the penis against his wife's sphincter.
"Do it!" Lorna encouraged.
Donna tightened, waiting, but then her husband slid the head of his slender truncheon down, letting it rest against the wider entrance of her cunt. In this position, with her face pressed into her maid's vagina, the lovely blonde woman realized her vaginal tunnel was even more narrow than usual, and where her husband always managed to slip it in with some sweet resistance before, this time, in spite of the stretching her cunt had received from Mike, it was going to once again feel stretched.
Harold pressed his ass forward until the glans slipped into the delightfully humid center of her dribbling cunt. Donna gasped, but tight as she was, there was no pain at all. After all, her husband's cock was definitely too thin, even in this position. Son of a bitch! His cock actually felt good inside her as it continued sliding deeper, deeper, deeper. The full length of it now probed easily into her. She had no idea why it felt so good, but it did, it did, and that was all that counted.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Harold sighed as he sank in to the bottom, once again falling forward, letting his hands slide beneath her to once more grope for her dangling breasts. He filled his hands with her flesh, tweaking the nipples, pulling on them, tugging them, his hard, slender cock throbbing delightfully in the center of her.
"Jesus! She's even tighter this way!" he gasped. "Are you in her ass?" Lorna asked. "No," Harold replied. "I'm in her tight, luscious cunt."
"Hey," Lorna said, don't forget, you promised to save some of that for me. I mean, don't shoot inside her. If you do, you won't have anything left over for me."
"Sure I will," Harold assured her. "I'm going to let you suck it back up to hardness after I've finished fucking her, and then you'll take your turn licking her cunt while I fuck you. Right?"
"Huh? Oh, yes sir, of course. Whatever you say."
"Hear that, Donna? Did you hear the way she spoke to me? That's the way you're going to speak to me from now on, nice and polite."
He pinched his wife's nipples again and she gasped, her mouth wide open against the brunette's vagina. Her tongue automatically stabbed out again, pushing deep within the heatedly yielding cuntwalls, and Lorna once again sighed with delight.
"Oooooooooh!" the dark-haired maid gasped. 'This is one woman who can really suck a cunt, all right."
"Well now, let's see if she fucks better in this position than in bed."
He was working his hard cock in and out of her teeming body, Donna sighing with thrilled satisfaction at the delightful way the hard cock was moving. He pushed deeper and deeper, driving his cock into her harder and harder as if attempting to reach her heart with the head of his cock, or possibly even trying to push the damn thing out her throat. Donna wished the man was slightly longer and thicker, but considering the equipment he did have, he was doing a more-than-adequate job for the first time in his wife.
Her tongue continued working against Lorna's sodden cunt, but her aching cunt was able to feel every convolution and curve of his throbbing prick, of the tremendous penile point, the urethra moving against the top of her vaginal tunnel, pulsing, beating more and more strongly.
'Too bad you women don't have cocks," Harold laughed. "You ought to know how it feels to have a cock buried in the tightness of a solid cunt like this. Believe me, if you felt it, you'd never want to go back to being fucked."
"It just so happens it feels as good to have a cunt filled with cock as it does to have a cock around a cunt," the maid dreamily insisted, her body tightening as she felt the big orgasm now beginning its approach.
"I wonder, I really wonder," Harold snickered. "I'm sure it really can't be as good as feeling a cunt wrapped tightly around a cock."
Tt.. . uhhh . . . feels terrific.. . uhhhhh.. . doesn't . . . uhhhhh.. . it.. . doesn't it?" she asked, tugging on Donna's hair.
"Yes," Donna gasped, taking her face from Lorna's cunt for the moment to speak. "I.. . uhhh . . . like it.
Don't stop, Harold. Keep on fucking me!"
Well, well, well, Harold thought. He was more impressed than ever by what Mike Ferrizo had obviously taught his wife. Yes, he was really getting his money's worth.
"Make her beg for it!" Lorna insisted.
"Fuck me!" Donna cried out without waiting for her husband to tease her. "Please, please, fuck me.. . fuck me hard, fuck me deep, but keep on fucking me."
"You've got it!" Harold assured her. "For now, it's all yours."
He thrust forward again, once more filling her body with the full length of his slender masculine reed, the head of his cock barely managing to brush by the entrance to her womb, slamming so solidly into her, her insides were twisting. His arms were wrapped tightly around his wife, his fingers kneading the fullness of her mammae, working cruelly over the spongy nipples and gathering her full flesh into bunches as he began thrusting, moving ever deeper into her, his hard cock riding back until all but the head was withdrawn, the glans trapped inside the inner lips of her sucking pussy. For what seemed like an impossibly long instant, an eternity that lasted less than a fraction of a second, he hung there-and then he slammed forward and into her again, the force of his powerful blow rocking the beautiful woman forward, shoving her face against the sodden slash of the brunette all over again.
"Suck!" Lorna screamed.
Suck she did, her tongue working wildly against the woman's clitoris, licking, lapping, slurping, and then the brunette hit the top of the rainbow with a long, loud scream.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEYMYYYYEEEE AA-AAGGGGHH HHHHUUUU UUUNNNNNNN GG-GGGHHHAAAAAAARRR GGGGGHHHHHHH-HAAAAWWW AAAAUUUUUUUNN NNNNNG-GGHH HHHHAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, thrashing as her thighs clamped tightly around Donna's face, squirting heavy gouts of cunt oil into the blonde's eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Harold gasped.
Yes, fuck! Donna thought. Fuck me!
Harold slammed his throbbing organ that much harder into her, pounding his penile flesh into her sodden depths his hands moving down to flatten against the lips of her aching pussy as his weighty cock continued plunging back and forth, back and forth. He gathered her labia and pushed them tightly against his retreating cock, creating friction he had never been able to build in his wife's pussy before. The sensations were shredding Donna's vaginal interior and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep this up. Hell! If Mike had her in this position she would really be climbing the walls. One thing was certain, and that was that this wouldn't be able to continue. It simply would not continue.
He pounded, pumping wildly and with all his strength, slamming deep into the woman's screaming depths, tugging back only to slam his cock into her one more time. The lovely woman continued breathing in the fragrance from the other woman's hot cunt, the brunette no longer clinging to her, but lying back on the sofa, her needs sated for the moment. But Donna had the need to do something, and with her hands she forced Lorna's thighs wide apart and clamped her mouth on the brunette's pink gash, sucking, pulling all the flesh into her mouth and chewing, biting, nibbling, slurping, licking with her tongue, slavering through the luscious tunnel as Lorna screamed and tried pushing her away. But Donna was not to be pushed away so easily. Her own orgasm was mounting, building as she sucked, and she moved up and down on her knees, her buttocks waving to her husband, inviting him to sink even more deeply into her. In! In! In! Then she was there!
"GGGGGGHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWW-FFFF MMMMMMGGGGGG WWWAAAAARR RR-GGGGGGGG LLLLLLMMMNNNGG GGLLLLLF-FFFFFAAA AAAHHHHH!" she shrieked into the depths of Lorna's pussy, making the brunette shudder as if a light charge of electricity was coursing through her.
Now it was Harold's turn. He had always enjoyed his climaxes before, but they were nothing compared to what he was feeling at the present moment as he blasted into his wife's hot twat.
"OHHHHH . . . .YYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAAA NNNNNNNGGGGG HH-HH.. . GOOOOODDD DDDDHHHHHHHH.. . HH-HHHHAAAAAYYYYYYY AAAAAGGGG GGH-HH . . . OHHHHH HHHHAA!" he bellowed. "FANTASTIC!"
He exploded again and again into Donna's pussy, and when it was over, he sagged to the floor and Donna all but fell on top of him. It was the most different, and yet the most enjoyable Saturday morning she had ever known.