Chapter 4
Mike watched the two women in their perverted pleasure for a brief moment, enjoying the sight. Sheila was slumped in the chair with both hands free. One hand had found Marsha's breast and was caressing and massaging it. The other hand was groping for Marsha's cunt. Blindly, the hand found her legs and forced its way between them and slipped up until it felt the soft, hairy, moist edges of her cunt.
Marsha was standing bent over the chair. As soon as she felt Sheila's groping hand, she split her legs slightly, bending over the chair, her teeth gently biting Sheila's nipple in her mouth while her fingers seductively caressed the other one. Both women couldn't help pumping their hips in a lewd and brazen manner.
Mike watched for a delicious moment, then gently pushed the dress up on Sheila's lap, exposing her magnificently shaped legs and thighs, naked except for revealing and suggestive silk stockings. Right where her body met her thighs, right at the soft, warm, mysterious, delicious center of her, there could be seen a wedge of fine, curling pubic hair.
Using his hands like wedges, Mike forced them between Sheila's plump and sensuously shaped knees. He could feel the strength in her legs ... and the lust. A spasm, a shiver of anticipated thrills, ran through her legs. Slowly, lewdly, Mike parted her legs.
"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh." Her moan was low and hoarse and she obviously liked what was happening to her as she slumped lower in the chair and let Mike spread her legs as wide as he wanted.
With a speed and strength born of naked lust, Marsha seized Sheila's head in her hands and kissed her full on her open sensuous mouth with her tongue darting deep into that willing cavern like a hot piston. Mike watched, then gloated to himself, his cock so hard he thought it would burst as he looked at Sheila's cunt right in front of his face. Its full velvet lips were bursting with desire and he could see the coral-red of her cunt glistening in that black gypsy hair.
He took his hands away from her knees and her legs stayed invitingly spread. He wedged his hands under her, between her flesh and the stuffed chair, and his palms cupped her buttocks tightly, squeezing the pliable cheeks. His teeth were clenched as he used his strength to drag her whole torso toward him, tilting her pouting cunt up toward his face. Sheila slid down in the chair with a resigned moan, her head being forced forward as she slumped low, the arms of the chair rising around her with Marsha leaning nakedly over her. Her chin was softly wedged into her chest and she looked down the cleavage between her big firm breasts and saw her own pubic hair and her legs split helplessly and Mike crouched, leering, between her legs right in front of her cunt. Again she whimpered and moaned and automatically thrust her crotch up and spread her legs even wider.
Above her, Marsha was voracious, moving her head back and forth over her breasts, kissing and sucking and biting Sheila's nipples in a way that drove her into a mad delighted moaning. Occasionally Marsha would tear her mouth from the breasts to greedily stick her tongue in Sheila's willing mouth. Marsha suddenly clutched one of Sheila's breasts, crushing it down and thrusting it up before Sheila's lust-misted eyes. While Sheila watched, she slowly licked the hard nipple with her wet tongue, then slowly, temptingly, tauntingly, she tilted the nipple and held it in front of Sheila's lips.
Sheila closed her eyes and opened her mouth and took her own nipple in her mouth, held there by Marsha. Her lips closed over her own nipple and she sucked, exciting herself with the knowledge of what a lewd spectacle she was.
But she wasn't through being exhibitionistically displayed and excited. Mike had an idea, an idea he'd thought of putting in his next pornographic film. With both hands, he took one of Sheila's long and shapely legs and thighs and lifted it, forcing it to spread even more. He forced it up and over one arm of the chair. Sheila, writhing in lesbian abandon with Marsha, got the idea of what Mike wanted and hooked her leg over the arm of the chair.
Marsha stopped her wild passionate petting and kissing to look and see Sheila hooking her other leg over the other arm of the stuffed chair so that her groin was split defenselessly open and thrust forward. With both her legs hooked over the arms, she was completely split and her cunt was spread wide and both Mike and Marsha watched it twitch convulsively with overwhelming desire.
Sheila was spread so wide that even the full fleshiness of her buttocks was opened to expose the puckered tightness of her tiny anus. Mike looked at her cunt and asshole as her hips slowly and lewdly pumped before him, silently beseeching him to excite her more.
Sheila was slumped in the chair, her dress pulled open, her breasts exposed, the hem of her dress up around her waist, her panties on the floor and her legs split as wide as she could hold them as Marsha and Mike looked at her cunt. Sheila sucked and gently, teasingly bit her own nipple as she saw their faces getting closer to her cunt. She closed her eyes and her nipple slid wetly from her slack mouth as she lay back, anticipating intense, sweet, pure pleasure.
She could feel Mike's hot breath on the insides of her thighs and a shiver ran through her body. "Man," Mike said softly to himself, "would I like to film this."
"Maybe we will." It was Marsha's husky voice and she was bending far over the chair, supporting herself with her arms.
Sheila opened her lust-fogged eyes to see both their faces meeting over her cunt. There was a pause and then their heads darted down and twin bolts of lightning-like pleasure exploded in her body.
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhhaaaaa!!!!"
Her wild primitive cry was like a signal rocket as they all started to writhe, their hands groping for one another, their loins pumping lasciviously and lewdly. All reservations and inhibitions were forgotten as the three of them groped and sucked and fucked for pure searing pleasure.
Mike's wildly probing tongue entered the hot confines of her tortured pussy like a velvety red-hot poker. It probed and jabbed up her convulsing cunt like some insane cock made of fire. Marsha's wild and talented tongue licked and flicked lewdly over her clitoris, driving her to wild cries and uncontrolled writhings.
Sheila bucked and undulated and convulsed in the chair, hanging on with her hands, her face contorted, her mouth wide open as two tongues licked at her cunt at the same time.
She was virtually uncontrollable as Mike and Marsha fought with all their strength to hold her down while their heads converged as they licked her cunt with lascivious delight. They struggled with her sweating body as she moaned and bucked and arched her back, lifting herself free of the chair.
In a wild voluptuous moment, in a space of time filled with overwhelming wet caresses, she felt Mike's thick wet tongue slide down into the firm fleshy crevice of her buttocks and the searing sweet tip of his tongue sweep across the budding tight protuberance of her exposed anus.
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhhaaaaaa!!!"
The thrill was too much, her lust and insane greed for sex had been too long denied. Scott was forgotten as she bucked wildly, insanely, arching her back and thrusting upward with her split hips until they all teetered in a dangerous, awkward position before they all lost their balance and collapsed on the floor in a nakedly writhing mass.
Sheila was completely out of control, her face was contorted and delighted, her lust and desire was rampant as she caressed Mike's cock with one hand and kissed Marsha-her tongue darting into the willing mouth-and felt her wet, soft, hot cunt-lips with her other hand. Her behavior was wild, in defiance of all she had lived for in the last year or so. If only Scott could see her now, if only their staid, dull, investment-conscious friends could see her now. If only those pudding-faced matrons at all those dull art shows and cocktail parties could see her naked and fucking. FUCK! She thrilled to the very word, a shiver going through her voluptuous body as she writhed on the floor. If only some of those clients of Scott's could see her now, those middle-aged idiots with pot bellies and too much to drink, if only some of those men with frustrated, repressed sex in their eyes could see her now. This was the real Sheila!
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me," she crooned, her head thrashing slowly back and forth. "Please fuck me," she whispered. She wanted to be fucked mindless, she wanted to do every sexually forbidden thing she could think of. She wanted to be bound and whipped and sexually fucked in every way. She was loose and wild now and past caring. Let Mike call friends in, let him get the bellboy, anything ... SHE WAS READY!
She lay naked, spread-eagled on the floor, with her torso writhing in an abandoned and tempting way. Her hips pumped loosely and lewdly, thrusting her cunt upward, her big breasts parted defenselessly, and quivered in an enticing way as she writhed on the floor, her head thrashing slowly back and forth.
Mike was over her, panting, supporting his weight on his elbows, his pelvis crushing down on hers. Sheila felt the hard roundness of his hot cock pressed against her silken writhing stomach. He lowered his position, squirming down between her wide-spread legs until she could feel the massive, primitive head of his rigid cock resting on her extended clitoris. She ground and pumped her hips upward, spreading her legs by bending them at the knee, and rubbed her oiled clitoris over the massive head, exciting herself so much she almost hissed like a cat and dug her nails in Mike's muscular back.
Slowly, sadistically, by moving his hips, Mike ran the thick head up and down the length of her glistening slit.
"Fuck her, fuck her silly," Marsha said in her throaty way.
"F ... f ... fuck mmmmmmeeee!" Sheila moaned.
Marsha, feeling her body in a fever of passion, lay on her side on the floor next to Mike and Sheila. Slowly she lifted one leg by bending the knee and her fingers drifted dreamily through her pubic hair and she caressed her cunt. Her fingertips played with her clitoris and she teased and excited herself while she watched Mike and Sheila.
Marsha's smile was wanton and malicious as she looked at Sheila's lust-twisted features. This was the same girl who had earlier been holier-than-thou in the bar. Marsha caressed herself lavishly, feeling her own lewd cravings mount. She wanted Sheila with her dark gypsy looks and pouting little mouth to perform every wanton act she could think of. She wanted to see the real Sheila and she wanted to have her begging for more.
She crept closer, sliding along the floor until her face was right next to their groins. She saw Mike's massively brutal cock shoving against Sheila's cunt. Her cuntal lips were thick and glistening pink and parting. Her whole cunt was trembling with desire as Mike pushed his cock in, the head burrowing, parting the hair-fringed lips wider and wider.
Marsha smiled maliciously and plunged her finger deep into her own cunt as she saw Sheila grow more brazen. It was almost as if Sheila's cunt was trying to eat Mike's cock. She seemed to seize it in her cuntal mouth and climb up his rock-hard shaft, eager to have more. Marsha watched, their groins just inches away as Mike used his hard strength. Almost without effort, he pushed his hips forward and drove his cock into Sheila's tight-fitting cunt.
Marsha saw the huge cock move like a battering ram, settling into Sheila's cunt with an obscenely wet sucking noise. She heard Sheila moan with delight and saw her cuntal lips caught off-guard as they rolled inward, pubic hair surrounding the thick white stalk of his penis. Sheila's hips undulated as she moaned and her whole pelvis moved as if on oiled ball bearings and she pumped upward and her cunt lips folded out redly around the huge cock and begged for more.
Marsha put both hands on her own cunt now, her fingers spreading the tortured lips wide as her thumb rolled and tormented her clitoris while her fingers sawed in and out of her wetly lubricated cunt. Mike was beginning to really fuck Sheila now, his thick cock plunging in and out rhythmically, like some primitive piston. Magnified before Marsha's eyes as she crawled even closer, the shaft of the huge prick glistened with Sheila's excitement. Oiled, pounding, slowly, inexorably increasing the pressure, he was fucking deeper and deeper into Sheila's willing cunt.
Sheila had her head thrown back. It was thrashing from side to side in wild delight as she felt Mike's cock probing deeper and deeper, each thrust seeming to bring it closer to the inferno that raged in her loins. Her back was arched slightly with her hot desire, forcing her breasts to jut up where Mike crushed them against his hard hairy chest as he gripped her tightly, suffocatingly, as he flicked her. She reveled in it and moaned with animal delight, urging him on. "F ... fuck, FUCK me, fuck me forever, FUCK ME!"
Her mind was a vortex of wild ideas and desires that only served to fan the lames of her lust. Scott would never give her such a deliciously cold-blooded fucking. Scott didn't have any idea of what she was really like. Just once, for one wild night, she'd like to let Scott know what it was really like to fuck her! It would be exciting to shock him and tempt him until he lost control, it would be delicious to see him lose all control....
Jumbled, garbled images flashed and loomed in her mind ... the sight of Scott naked ... Scott naked with Marsha ... the three of them in bed together ... all four of them writhing naked in a room ... wild ... insane....
And then, as Mike fucked her with all his might, as the two of them panted in a mounting wild fury, as Marsha watched Mike's prick pounding in and out of Sheila's pummeled cunt, Sheila thought of herself naked in bed with both Scott and Mike and it was too much....
"Gaaaawwwwwgggghhhhhhhaaaa!!!"
It was too much for her. She had sex with Scott but nothing so blatant, so lewd, so depraved or so exciting. Her wanton orgasm had been too long dammed up. It burst with the intensity of rockets going off. Her body tensed like steel and her back arched and she lifted the two of them off the floor as her cum seared through her like sweet electricity. She was caught in the mighty pleasure-flow and trembled in fine spasms ... held her tortured pose for a second, then, with a long moan, she sank back down to the floor with Mike still fucking her viciously.
The night was far from over.
Sheila lay sprawled in utter satisfaction on the floor, her mouth open, her eyelids fluttering while Mike slowly and methodically flicked her, his glistening thick cock sliding in and out of her creamy twitching cunt, sending additional thrills through her trembling body.
Marsha lay on the floor next to their groins, watching, her own fingers sawing in and out of her cunt. She was horny and excited and Mike looked down to see her writhing next to his hips. With a guttural cry, he pulled his cock from the warm confines of Sheila's pulsating cunt and leaped over Marsha, knocking her over on her back, his knees on either side of her head.
Slowly, languidly, Sheila rolled her head to see Mike crouched so menacingly over Marsha, his slippery cock held out in one hand. He leaned over and forced the bulging head of his cock between Marsha's lips. Marsha opened her mouth wide and her wet lips closed tightly over the shaft of Mike's cock and he began fucking her in the mouth, his hips pumping savagely. Marsha freed her hands so that her fingers could guide his prick deeper into her mouth.
Sheila watched with half-open eyes, moaning slightly, lazily, feeling her desire beginning to smolder again as she saw Mike fucking Marsha all-out in the mouth. Marsha was amazing, taking all or almost all of his thick long prick into her mouth with her cheeks bulging on each stroke. It seemed certain she would gag, yet her face was greedy as she made sucking noises and one hand reached up behind Mike and seized his tensed buttocks and urged him on, striving to get him to fuck her faster and harder.
Sheila definitely was feeling lewd again as she watched the two of them writhe and buck so abandonedly together. Mike's face was becoming contorted and she could tell he was near shooting his cum in Marsha's mouth. Marsha seemed to sense it too as she sucked with all her might and the fingers of one hand tightened around the shaft of his slippery cock and began stroking it back and forth as rapidly and passionately as she could.
Mike was crouched on his knees, holding Marsha's head locked in place with both his strong hands, fucking her furiously as his head fell back and snapped from side to side. Marsha's mouth was tight around his cock, and she sucked so hard his head was trapped in the velvety hot confines of her mouth.
Sheila idly yet her hands play over her own body as she watched, feeling herself being lewdly aroused. Her fingers whispered over her breasts and brazenly toyed with the nipples, arousing her further as she watched Mike and Marsha. One hand trailed down over her stomach and her fingers played with her own tortured clitoris, arousing it once again to an enflamed life.
Mike's eyes bulged as he let out a roar and his whole body tensed and he shot his load into Marsha's mouth. Marsha's cheeks bulged and her eyes were glazed with depravity as she swallowed the white warm cum and fought for her breath. Mike came again in her mouth. He came again and again. He shot his load into her hot waiting mouth in a jerking rhythm, growling with each one. Marsha was loving it and timing the orgasms, swallowing then sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her depraved eyes rolling up to Sheila.
She sucked Mike dry until he moaned and rolled off her, his relaxing cock sliding wetly free with a rubbery strand of cum attaching the two of them by his penis and her lips. He fell heavily to the floor, his eyes closed.
Sheila smiled at Marsha. It was going to be a long and rough night.