Chapter 10
Greg gasped as Karen's hips eased forward. The motion slid David's prick more deeply into her body and she grasped his knees to keep him from falling over. In a few more smooth and almost effortless movements they were linked together. His tight balls were pressed against her lower belly, just an inch above where his cock was fully seated in her cunt.
They paused and Karen smiled over her shoulder. "I know this is terribly evil, people, and I'm doing an awful thing to you, Greg, darling, but I can't help myself. Don't you see? I'm drunk, I'm on a trip, I'm high, all at once. Nothing can make me come down until we finish what we've started. I hope I haven't disappointed you too much, darling." She was looking at Greg.
Greg nodded and shrugged, feeling like a fool. "Shit, do what you have to do."
Tears filled her eyes. "But I mustn't"
"Then pull out Push the punk on his fucking face and we'll get out of here."
"I can't do that either," she wailed.
"Then fuck him and be done with it," he snapped. "Just stop the acting. You had hot pants when we came in here. Go ahead and satisfy yourself."
"I want to save some for you, though."
"Do as you want," Greg hissed. "Go ahead. I know how you feel, sweetheart." His words dripped with acid.
"Let's not be a hypocrite," Sigrid warned him. "You know what went on earlier today." The Amazon spoke very quietly.
Greg blew out his cheeks and nodded. "Yes. Okay, honey, go ahead and enjoy yourself. We won't interfere."
He felt the small hand squeeze his pouch again. "Way to go, Mr. Eastman," Diana giggled.
They watched as Karen began a slow undulation of her hips. Back and forth, in and out. David matched her movements, and her grip on his knees kept him from falling. They sucked in and out in a gentle, squishing sound that only served to make Greg hotter than ever.
The couple pumped as one, in total harmony, and Greg felt himself somewhat jealous. Not because this kid was screwing his ever-loving wife but because they got along so well together. He could learn from watching this boy in action and, in a mental sense, Greg began to-take notes. The way those hips slid in and out, the way he seemed to twist to get a slight corkscrew effect with each penetration, the way he concentrated his entire body on making the rhythm as perfect as possible.
Karen was moaning. "Oh...that's so good. It feels so perfect. You're so far up me...almost up to my throat from the feel of things. And you're so smooth, so strong, without any funny jerking that mixes me up most of the time. You're really like the oiled part of an engine...a piston that goes in and out without an ounce of vibration..."
Greg was jealous again. So she wanted this kid to fuck her, but at least she didn't need to. tell him that he was better than her own husband. He swallowed his anger and continued to be the careful student. He was going to learn and he was going to do his homework. Yes, he'd get something out of this mental torture.
The couple continued to work and he felt Sigrid lean her ample hip against him. "What do you say, tiger? Are they better than us?"
Greg had to smile at her. "I doubt it to beat hell."
They both laughed and Karen glanced at them as they worked. David was grunting softly with each thrust now and he looked ready to pop his guts. "Are we that funny?" Karen blurted. "I don't feel funny...at least not in that way."
"You're beautiful, darling," Sigrid assured her.
Karen smiled and then she Sucked her breath in sharply, her body freezing for an instant. "God, I almost went that time. I'm getting terribly close."
"Beautifully close," Diana corrected with her sweet child's voice.
It was David's turn to suck in his breath, which he appeared to hold. The sight of Karen's white thighs and the whiteness of his crotch-all that white flesh-was getting to Greg. He was ready to go off, too. But he made himself hold back and, fortunately, the women at either side of him had removed their hands from his body.
In a few seconds the young couple were at the brink of their climax. It was David who let go first. He trembled and screamed at Karen to keep a firm hold on his knees. His arms were losing their strength and soon he could tumble, but he struggled to hang on long enough. He turned a deep pink and then his prick exploded up into her womb.
Greg could almost see Karen's loins spread from the fearful pressure as the boy unleashed his great teen-aged power up into her welcoming body. He thrust again and again and Greg could imagine great bolts of sperm ramming up, working against gravity as though it didn't exist.
In another few seconds he saw Karen suddenly shudder. It was more than the shock of David's coming. Her own body was beginning to deliver its punches. She wrapped her arms around his legs and slammed her crotch against his still throbbing prick, time after time, crying out, half weeping, calling his name and her husband's name.
Then their temple crashed. David's arms gave way and Karen began to stumble from the stool. They went over like a tree in the, forest, crashing to the thick mat in a tangle of arms and legs. They slapped down and bounced but Greg could see that they were unhurt.
Indeed, they continued to writhe in passion, and they continued to spurt their juices into one another's bodies. At last the boy lost his power and, after a few final jerks of her hips, Karen's strength seemed to melt.
They fell apart and his limp and soggy cock draped across his thigh, still oozing sperm which ran around his thigh to make a small puddle on the mat. Karen was also puddling between her legs as she lay flat on her back, her arms and thighs spread widely.
There was no sound but their breathing for several minutes, and Greg looked at Sigrid and then at Diana. Both women seemed to be waiting. They didn't applaud. They didn't walk away. They didn't start chattering. They simply kept looking, as though they'd witnessed a miracle.
Finally it was little Diana who whispered in her child's voice: "David, you were wonderful."
"Mrs. Eastman is no slouch," he replied gallantly. "She knows how to use what she's got and she's got plenty."
"Why, thank you," Karen replied, as though the boy had been admiring her new Easter bonnet. "You're very nice, both in manners and talent. God, if I had you to show me, to give me the inspiration.. . "
Greg felt his face turn red and he bit his lip. All right, so he'd learned a few things that day. Both from Sigrid and from her punk son. He widened his eyes at that moment, wondering if he were going to learn more. Yes, he would.
David had rolled to his side and he propped himself up on his elbow. He smiled down at Karen's totally relaxed body. It lay by his side like a rare and expensive fur coat, its folds deep and luxurious.
Working slowly, David rolled Karen over on her belly and she merely fluttered her eyes as he did so. Then he slid the zipper on her mini and parted it. He rolled her back, urged her to half sit up so he could pull the dress over her shoulders, and then he eased it down over her hips. With a couple of expert jerks he had it off and tossed aside.
Karen's naked body was gorgeous, still pink and white and clean looking. Her breasts were tanned hills topped with pink nipples. The hollow of her navel was beautiful and her blond crotch was still damp and shining. Those legs! Long, strong, seemingly willing to try again.
And it was so. It was Karen's turn to make David sit up. She unbuttoned his shirt and jerked it out of his jeans. Then she opened a button at the top of his fly and swiftly pulled the tight pants over his loins. Shirt and jeans followed her dress into a heap across the bedroom gymnasium.
There wasn't much to David's body, except for that cock. What there was to him was very lean and obviously hard. His ribs stuck out and the chest was thin, but the meat covering them had no fat on it. He'd worked himself into the best possible condition for his age and size, Greg was certain of that.
It was his prick that was the eighth wonder of the world. It was almost a foot long even when it was limp, as it was at that moment. It lay over his thigh and across the mat like a snake that had been hit with a stick. Even as Greg watched the thing began to stir. Apparently the act of removing his clothing had caused something to come alive inside that rawhide body.
A fresh wave of shame washed over Greg as he squatted with the others, watching the two naked bodies. Christ, one of those bodies belonged to his wife! His very own wife, the woman who had been forever faithful to him. And now she'd been totally seduced right before his own eyes. It was incredible and he turned to Sigrid.
"I guess you won, fair and square."
"Don't fret," Sigrid replied. "Honey, remember this, nobody's been hurt, unless you want to be hurt. Your wife is having the time of her life and I think you are, too, from the size of that hard-on inside your crotch. Relax and learn. Karen certainly is. And the show isn't over yet. Take a look."
He followed her pointing finger with his eyes. David was sitting up, his knees apart, legs crossed. The gigantic cock was semi-hard between his legs, trying to lift its heavy head from the mat. It wasn't easy for his orgasm had been thorough, and he surely wasn't the strongest kid in the world.
Karen sat at his side, apparently not disposed to run off anywhere. Her eyes were regaining their brightness and .she glanced about with some interest. She smiled sweetly at the others.
"I hope we're not boring you."
Three heads shook, including Greg's. He could tell from the straining inside his crotch that he was anxious for the show to go on.
They watched as David's hand patted Karen on the shoulder. "You're real good, Mrs. Eastman. Real good. I sure appreciate a partner like you."
Karen blushed and her eyes were lowered, as she replied, "Why, thank you, David. That's very nice to hear." She glanced at Greg with a vague I-told-you-so look in her eyes.
The boy took her face in his hands and turned her head toward himself. As their bodies leaned together Greg watched the nipple of his wife's right breast flatten itself against the kid's thin chest. His prick turned harder and he knew that he'd need to do something before the day was over. Much as Sigrid had drained from him, he wasn't finished with sex.
Still holding her face, David gently kissed her on the lips and Karen kissed him back. As their lips clung together her hands stole over his thin knees and thighs. She groped for a moment until her hands came to rest on his prick. At once the big thing shuddered like a beast being awakened and the head began to lift. The giant knob seemed to nestle into her palm like a puppy seeking a home. She closed her fingers around it.
He broke the kiss, still holding her face. "That's very nice. I appreciate it."
"I'm so glad you do."
Christ, they were talking like a couple of librarians exchanging books, but the bizarre effect made Greg hotter than ever. The contrast between what they said and what was really going on was electric. He knew the others could feel it, for even little Diana was having trouble sitting still on the mat. She t was doing her share of squirming.
As David kissed Karen again her hands continued to grope across his crotch. She grasped his prick in both hands and slowly stroked in what seemed to be a natural reflex action. Nobody told her to do it; she simply had the instinct to go ahead and do it herself.
They kissed for several minutes and his prick grew more and more before he broke the kiss again. He raised his eyebrows at Karen and there was an unspoken question. Somehow Greg at once knew what David's question was and Karen seemed to understand at once, too. She half smiled as though to keep him in doubt.
But the kid was in command, really, for he was the sex expert. He knew what to do because he'd doubtless been taught by the big mama expert, who was bringing her children up to be make out machines of the first caliber.
Gently, he guided Karen's head toward his chest and there she pursed her lips to kiss first one almost colorless nipple and then the other. He shuddered slightly as she did so and his eyes closed for a moment. His prick was fully erect, rising from his crotch at an angle toward the ceiling. He slowly slipped down to his back, but he held on to Karen's head, keeping her lips against his chest.
She knelt over him, breathing hard through her nose as she continued to peck kisses on his thin body. He at last released her head and he linked his fingers behind his head, fully exposing himself to her and allowing her to do as she pleased.
Now his prick was pointing straight up and she had the good sense to keep her hands away from the thing because it could explode at any moment. His strength was gathered in his crotch, inflating that magnificent cock, cocking it, priming it, putting it on a hair trigger.
Karen lowered herself over him so that her bottom was pointing up in the air. Depending on where the members of the gallery were sitting they could see the top of her head, the profile of her puckered lips or the expanse of her bottom with the blond hairs trailing up from her crack. It was an interesting view from almost any angle.
She worked her way down to his belly and when he sucked it in there was nothing but ribs. She counted them with her lips and found herself at the very top of his groin. She was trailing her mouth over the last bit of flesh before moving into his sparse pubic hairs, which were almost as blond as the hair on his head.
He shuddered slightly when Karen kissed him there and Greg shuddered, too. It was an incredible sight. His wife was working her face into another man's crotch and he didn't seem to mind-except that the prospect excited him.
Her lips reached the upper base of his prick and then moved an inch or two out on the shaft. David trembled again and again as her full and obviously warm mouth marched inexorably toward his knob, pecking its way along inch after inch of huge and straining prick. At last she paused and lifted her face somewhat to look up the length of his body. She smiled and David nodded as though giving his permission.
Greg shook his head. Incredible!
Then her head came down and as it did so her mouth opened. Her parted lips settled over the erect knob, taking about half of its bulk between their warmth.
They rested like that for a moment and then David took charge. He half sat up, rested his hands on the back of Karen's head to keep her mouth and face in the correct position, and then he did two things. He rammed his hands down hard on her head and in the same instant lifted his bottom from the pad, unleashing his body like a whip so that Karen's face went all the way down on his prick.
Immediately at least six inches of cock shot into her mouth and she choked for a moment. He waited until she stopped coughing and then he did it again. Another half dozen inches disappeared into her face and Greg realized the thing was coihng all the way down her throat, that the head must be almost at the entrance to her stomach.
When he was all the way home David again patted her gently on the top of her golden head and he pulled her hair back from his thighs and tucked it behind her ears. Now everybody had a better view. Then he lay back again with his hands behind his head.
It was up to Karen and she began to raise and lower her face as he did the same with his crotch by flexing the muscles in his thin buttocks. They worked like that for perhaps a minute before David froze. Through it all there was a gentle slurping and some gentle grunting as Karen fought to keep from choking.
Then the boy's body stiffened like a plank and he cried out in a high, thin sound, like a girl who's seen a mouse in her bed.
Karen rammed her face down hard one last time and the lad began to come. It hit her in the face like a rifle bullet and her head was actually knocked back by the impact. But she held on and fought her way all the way back, keeping the seal intact as she began her gigantic gulping. Yes, she was getting it all, not losing a drop on the mat
He seemed to come for fully five minutes, although Greg knew he had to be exaggerating in his own mind. Then he sighed and his head rolled to the side. He saw Greg's staring face and he smiled at him.
"Some lady you got, Mr. Eastman," he whispered.