Chapter 3
It was decided that Trudy would stay in Prescott's room, at least for the time being. He called downstairs and instructed Ryan, telling the overweight young man to indicate on the records that Miss Heath had checked out that evening.
It was already late and Nick was ready to call it a day. Trudy was showering in the bathroom when he distinctly heard some strangely familiar noises coming from the other side of his bedroom wall. There were occasional whimpers, sighs and soft groans of what he immediately imagined were sounds of lust and fervent lovemaking.
He heard the shower going and he acted quickly, getting up on the bed and removing the painting which hung above the headboard. Prescott clawed at the peephole impatiently. He removed it and stuck his eye to the small round opening in the wall.
He was as lucky as he had been with the Marnham's.
His view was totally unimpeded as he saw everything. A girl was moaning to her friend, calling out to him, screaming, "Oh shit, more, baby more. Keep eating me out. Harder, keep sucking you beauty, you big beautiful stallion."
Unreal, he said to himself, immediately envious of the guy who was working on the young girl's pussy. They were both fully enjoying themselves and his cock started to quiver with delight. Immediately, almost before anything else, his fingers inched down to his groin, fastening themselves around the long limp tube that was his cock. He began to rub his penis briskly, glad that he hadn't bothered to get dressed, staring with gaping mouth at the two kids.
The boy was lean, tall and muscular. He straddled his girl friend as she spread her legs wide apart, with his mouth buried right between them. Prescott caught a glimpse of her blonde haired snatch, the fur like a pelt of gold. The kid's tongue worked feverishly, splashing in and out of her cunt hole as she sighed and moaned loudly, urging him on.
From where he stood he could easily see every detail of her luscious and highly arousing, highly edible as well, pussy. Her cunt was a bright coral, not as developed as Trudy's, but still delightful to behold. The inner walls were shining and slippery and Nick began to pump his meat, moving his fingers up and down the length of his pole as he tried to get it good and hard.
He didn't even realize that he was whacking himself off at exactly the same tempo the kid was using on his chick's pussy. And as far as the blonde was concerned, she was out to give her friend just as much pleasure as he was giving her.
One gift deserved another and her two eager hands cupped the boy's tight young backside. She held him down in place as he kept on moving his body up and down, raising and lowering his hips as his cock slid in and out of her well-crammed mouth. His nuts swayed back and forth and the girl was making loud slurping noises as she kept her mouth glued to the surface of her lover's thick tumescent cock.
Nick kept staring, amazed at the way the blonde worked so frantically, sucking away like mad. She was obviously enjoying herself as they both worked together. The more he looked, the more excited he became.
The smell of something familiar drifted through the air and back to him. Marijuana, he thought to himself, not at all surprised. They were stoned and in love and nothing else seemed to matter. Although he felt like a dirty old man, Nick wasn't about to stop what he was doing. He kept playing with himself and spying on the two youths, listening to Trudy singing in the shower. The girl had a lush curvaceous body and her tits rose and fell against her chest. They didn't sag; they weren't creased or wrinkled; they didn't flop over along the sides of her chest. They looked firm and ripe and his fingers itched as he kept massaging his dick.
It now rose up, just as hard as the boy's. What I wouldn't give, he thought to himself. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her little tail.
But, at the moment, he had to content himself with merely watching. From her tits his eyes wandered down to her twat. With its curly thicket of blonde hair and its pink vulva, it brought back fond memories of other pussies he had fucked and sucked and as he watched, Nick heard the girl say to her friend, "Shit more, Tommy. Do it. And then fuck me. Give it all to me."
He mumbled incoherently and she moved away from his cock, trying to shift her body around. The boy rubbed against her, frictioning up and down the length of her body as they held onto each other. Their mouths met and they kissed long and hard, tonguing each other deliciously.
Tipping the velvet, said Nick to himself, licking his lips in sympathetic attraction. He still had the taste of Trudy in his mouth and now he was sorry she was taking such a long time in the shower. Tommy kept rubbing his hands over the girl's gleaming supple skin, finally lowering her down on the bed.
He got up on top of her, mounting her quickly like an impatient stallion. His cock jutted forward, a third arm crowned by a bulbous ruby-red glans. Pressing his hands on the bed as if to keep his weight off of her, he looked down and kissed her on the cheek.
"Yes, do it, Tommy," she begged. "Put it right in me, honey. Oh shit, I need it. I need to feel you moving inside of me."
But it seemed that Tommy was cut from the same mold as Nick. Both of them shared a certain taste for teasing and titillation. He wasn't about to work so quickly. Rather, the youngster worked his torso back and forth, rubbing the head of his dick against the girl's gaping cunt lips.
They're fluttering! Nick thought in amazement, watching the two puffy outer lobes actually quivering, throbbing and reminding him of a pair of butterfly wings as she kept moaning, begging him to work his cock deep inside of her.
Dilating and contracting, the girl's outer labia swelled even more as Tommy kept teasing her with the blood-engorged head of his thick and sturdy cock. Her moans and cries of painful pleasure grew even louder and she reached up and grasped the cheeks of Tommy's ass. Trying to pull him down into her, she pushed her hips up as well, angling her body towards the promise of fulfillment, towards the thick meaty tool which rose up between his thighs.
But try as she might, Tommy outsmarted her. He knew how to play every chord of her body and her skin began to glow as she kept attempting to bury his hose right inside her pussy. "No, give it to me," she said. "Please. Don't do this. Fuck me!"
But he only smiled at her, tantalizing her with his exotic and highly arousing motions. He never moved his penis much past the gaping opening of her vulva, that delicious shiny vestibule from which Nick finally was able to see the small rounded knob of the girl's clitoris. It wiggled back and forth and he kept licking his lips, hungering after it as he watched Tommy move into action.
The well-built youngster slipped his pole along his girl friend's vaginal furrow so that the head of his dick frictioned swiftly against her engorged and jutting little clitoris. That, in itself, was more than enough to make Nick pant appreciatively. His eye was rooted to the scene. He dared not blink, fearing that he would miss something.
The youngster's clitoris looked incredibly inflamed and she writhed on the bed, clutching Tommy's ass, pushing him towards her as he kept stimulating her delectable little morsel of overheated cunt flesh. "Please, please, Tommy. I beg of you," she called out to him, whimpering loudly. "I'm starving for your meat. I can't handle any more of this. Baby, do it. Feel my pussy. Shove it in!"
He finally consented.
Taking hold of his thick stiff cock with one hand, Tommy guided it down into place. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting towards the set of fluttering cunt lips as the girl lifted her ass off the bed, positioning her vagina right at the massive swollen head of the kid's dong.
Slowly it moved down into place. Nick kept watching, burning with a wild fuck-hunger, feeling crazed and incredibly turned on as the boy's large and stiff-standing penis pushed inch by inch into the blonde's wet and gaping twat. She screamed out when the head passed inside and as more and more of the braided ivory shaft followed suit, Tommy broke out into a sweat.
When the girl grabbed his buttocks and pinched them tightly in her eagerness to have his cock inside of her, he took a deep breath and pounded down with one mighty swoop. She kept screaming, wrapping her ankles around his buttocks as they began to move together. "Fuck, fuck me," she told him between clenched teeth. "Fast baby. Oh shit I can taste it it's so fucking large!"
His rhythm made Nick dizzy. Tommy kept pumping into his girl friend's pussy, his overheated tool working its way in and out of her as they both moaned loudly, the cries of youthful lust rising up and making Prescott tremble on the other side of the wall.
His cock was throbbing, painful now as he spit into his hand and lubricated his dick, rubbing his saliva up and down as Tommy kept slamming his joint in and out, never stopping, clutching the girl tightly with both hands as his ass quivered and she played with the tightly clenched opening, the long furrow between his ivory-white ass cheeks.
He wished he was Tommy's age and in Tommy's place. He kept looking at both of them, watching the kid's cock slipping in and out with fluid grace, catching tantalizing glimpses of the girl's plump little ass as well.
Nick wondered if her bottom would be as tight as Trudy's had been. He imagined his cock grinding down into it, moving up inside her anus and rubbing against the tight dry walls which would close in around his meat. But he knew that he would have to wait, maybe even forever.
"I can't hold back," the boy said, gasping for air, his eyes glazed over as he beat a fierce vibrating tattoo in and out of her mushy hole. "Do it, come, come with me!"
His furry scrotal sac batted against her uplifted buttocks and he stroked even faster, moving his hard lean body down against her like a fucking steamroller. Again and again he pounded down, crushing her onto the bed as Nick stroked just as fast.
Prescott felt his nuts tightening. It was his own particular warning signal and he knew his climax would soon follow. Any second now his come would start to pour out of the head of his rod and he heard himself crying out with passion just as Tommy stiffened and screamed out in ecstasy.
"Baby now!" he bellowed. "Holy shit feel it! Come, all this fucking come. I can't hold back. Shooting, feel it fucking holy shit!" He danced and jiggled on top of her, shaking violently.
At that instant, Trudy came out of the bathroom. Nick didn't hear her, but she saw him standing with his eye to the peephole, jerking off violently. Quickly, she moved into action. She was on the bed in a flash and he looked down with surprise as she clamped her lips around his flaming dick. At that moment, Nick Prescott unleashed his load.
He looked down at Trudy, felt the warmth and wetness of her lips as she sucked in his cock to the very root. He felt helpless, gripped by the excitement of the momentous climax which was making his nuts contract.
"Yes," he whimpered. "Suck it down, good to the last drop, baby," Nick kept muttering. His semen splattered out of his cock, shooting into Trudy's mouth and hitting the back of her throat, one thick burst after another.
He could also hear the girl groaning loudly, gnashing her teeth as she too began to feel the delightful impact of her own pleasure. Her whimpers grew louder and louder, even as Tommy slowed down and finally came to a halt, collapsing on top of her.
Nick stood there, running his hands through Trudy's hair, shaking slightly. His eye remained glued to the peephole, staring at the two stoned young lovers as they both quieted down. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily and not saying a word. As far as he was concerned, the entire episode had been better than any skin flick he had ever seen or imagined.
Finally, he replaced the peephole, hung up the picture and got off the bed. "A bit of a voyeur, I see," Trudy chided him with a laugh.
"It takes all kinds," Prescott said, exhausted by his workout. When he came out of the shower, Trudy was already fast asleep. He lay down next to her and she mumbled incoherently, snuggling up to him. Prescott closed his eyes and wondered what was going to become of them.
At three in the morning he was awakened by the telephone. Three shrills rings interrupted a dream and Nick reached out blindly, wondering who could be bothering him at such an ungodly hour.
"Prescott, Ryan here," he heard the night clerk say. "I'm sorry to disturb you and Miss ... but we've been getting all sorts of angry complaints from some of the guests."
"What about?" the house detective mumbled.
"Seems the Marnham's are acting up. Loud screams, broken glasses, that sort of thing. Probably another drunken brawl, but I'd appreciate it if you'd go to their room and see if you can do anything. It's bad for business."
"Sure, sure," Nick groaned. "The Hotel Wilde, above and beyond." He slammed down the receiver, glad to see that Trudy was still asleep. Moving quietly, he got out of bed and threw on his robe, stuck his feet in a pair of slippers and tiptoed out of the room, heading for 712.
Standing in front of their door he heard Mrs. Marnham screaming angrily cursing her husband. He seemed to slap her and she moaned all the more. Nick drew himself up to his full six feet and knocked briskly on the door.
"Who the fuck's there?" Marnham called out, obviously annoyed, angry that he was being disturbed.
"House detective," Prescott said with an official swagger, exhaling loudly.
The door opened and Joey Marnham stood there with a grimace on his face. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was disheveled and Nick could just about see the man's wife huddling under the bedcovers on the other side of the room.
"What's the problem?" he asked, opening his eyes wider when he recognized Prescott. "So it's you again. What's your story, mac? You like to bug the guests?"
"Only when other guests are concerned," Prescott said coldly. "We've had complaints of some rather ... rather loud noises coming from your room."
"Oh, is that so? Well, it so happens that I was boffing my wife, if you want to know the truth, buddy. What are you, some kind of queer comin' around and botherin' people?"
"Another guest complained of violent screams," Nick went on.
"Honey, you hear this character? Were you screamin' before?"
She nodded her head from side to side, suddenly winking at Prescott. Both men caught the visual contact and Joey was immediately incensed. Acting impetuously, the tall overly muscled man grabbed Nick around the neck and pulled him into the room, locking the door.
"I don't like your looks," he told Prescott, grinning evilly. He went to swing his fist but his wife interrupted, speaking up in a wavering tremulous voice.
"But I do, Joey. I think he's rather attractive."
Prescott smiled at her, standing with his hands on his hips and displaying a good-sized bulge beneath his robe. He hoped Marnham was versatile, for he had his heart set on getting into Mrs. Marnham's drawers, come hell or high water as the expression so aptly puts it.
"Oh ya do, do ya?" he said. "Well then, we'll see about that." He already was scheming and now he lunged out and threw Prescott onto the bed. The house dick hit the mattress and reached forward, his hands coming in contact with one of Mrs. Marnham's thighs.
"Not so violent," he said, but Marnham only stood there, one fist raised in the air. Everytime Nick tried to get to his feet, the taller man pushed him down on the bed.
"You like my little wifey, don't you?" he went on. "And I bet she's hot for you, too. Aren't you, you smelly little cunt!"
Mrs. Marnham visibly cringed, the covers reaching up to her neck. Nick wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into. He silently cursed Ryan for ever bothering him and stayed on the bed, hoping for the best. Just the closeness of the woman's body excited him and he longed to reach out and touch her, longed to fondle her breasts and stuff his face full of her hairy muff.
The excitement of the moment and the strangeness of his predicament, all added up to make him acutely aware of everything that was happening. His cock kept rising up, growing larger and thicker inside his robe.
"You ever been whipped, flatfoot?" Marnham asked.
Prescott said that he hadn't and Marnham grinned even more, displaying large white perfectly aligned teeth, teeth that Nick had seen used to inflict considerable pain on the woman's tender clitoris. He kept thinking of Marnham as if he was an ape, a gorilla or a wild-man without principles or scruples, acting from the basest core of sensual perversion, much like Trudy's assailant.
And when the man went to the steamer trunk Nick had seen Mrs. Marnham dragging through the lobby, he was momentarily frightened. When Josey opened the trunk, his back to the bed, Nick quickly got in a feel, reaching out to squeeze the woman's high pointy tits. She squealed softly, not at all put off.
But things weren't going to be that pleasant, after all.
Nick decided that he had gotten himself into something he couldn't handle. The bear-like Joey Marnham pulled out a long thin leather whip, a lash with a braided handle which he tested, flicking it out into the air. The whip hissed like a snake and Prescott tried to edge away, hoping to get to the door in time.
But before he could move, he was caught by the stinging leather lash. It hit him right across the small of his back, knocking out his breath and nearly ripping through his bathrobe. "Oh yes, you'll get pussy, all right," Marnham told him with a laugh. "Lots of pussy you little twirp."
Prescott was far from little, but he was now in no position to fight back. Every time he tried to scramble off the bed, the man raised the whip above his head and brought it down with a loud and resounding crash. Nick screamed out as it tore into him. But when he glanced at the silent Mrs. Marnham, he could see the sudden gleam in her eyes.
The little cunt loves it, he thought to himself, turning once again to glance back at Joey. And sure enough, Mr. Marnham was getting turned on as well. Already, the house detective noted how the man's enormous cock was ballooning up between his thighs, poking forward behind the towel wrapped around his waist.
Sick pigs, he thought to himself, deciding to take matters into his own hands. Quickly, not asking permission, he ripped the covers down, exposing Mrs. Marnham's lush naked body. It was less bony than he had first thought, still shining with sweat from her strenuous workout.
Joey lashed out, hitting him across the shoulders, but this time Nick was hardly aware of the pain. He kept staring at the woman's pussy, bending down and grabbing her thighs. He wrenched them violently apart and dived forward, his mouth and nose nuzzling the damp hairy surface of her pussy. That her cunt was still filled with spunk only added to Nick's enjoyment and he slurped eagerly as the man behind him held back, the whip raised above his head, looking down at Nick with an incredulous expression on his face.
He hadn't expected Prescott to be so aggressive and now he stared as the man kept licking his wife's snatch, sucking up come and cunt juice and smacking his lips. He finally brought down the lash, slamming it across the detective's ass.
Prescott screamed, but the sudden warmth on his buttocks only added to his fervor and more inflamed than ever, he kept sliding his tongue in and out of Mrs. Marnham's pussy. She pushed forward, obviously enjoying herself.
"Do it, mister," she told him heatedly. "And my ass. Don't forget my ass. Joey never rims me. He fucks me there but he's never sucked out my ass. Eat me out; do it now."
Marnham was amazed at his wife. He knew she was a hot blooded bitch, but he had never seen her in action with another man. The sight excited him almost as much as Nick was aroused. In fact, he pushed the man down, forcing him to slurp his way in and out of his wife's pussy.
"You heard the little lady," he told Nick. "Rim her, you cocksucker. Suck on her buns. Stuff your tongue up her ass!"
Nick wasn't loathe to do it. He had a certain taste for anal matters and so he lifted Mrs. Marnham's legs over his shoulders, suddenly curious what her name was as he looked down into her bum furrow. It was less hairy than her pussy, but the hairs which grew inside her chink were the same light brown color.
Wildly excited, the woman shoved her ass in his face and he pulled apart the soft round white cheeks of her butt and looked down, examining the puckered pink hole which she was so fond of getting stimulated. He took a deep breath, hoped that she was clean and not gamey and bent down into place.
His tongue thrust forward and as soon as he stared swabbing the woman's swirling tight little anus, she loosened her muscles as if to fart in his face. But she was not as gross as Nick's imagination. Rather, she was encouraging him to piston his tongue right inside her ass.
Nick did that. But not for long.
First he licked up and down, moistening her hole before pushing forward. The puckers relaxed and became less tight and as Mrs. Marnham wiggled her buns back and forth, Nick finally consented. His tongue dipped forward, the pointy edge pushing apart the anal constrictions until he was feeling up the inside of her rectum. Sponging her dry anal walls made her tremble violently and she squeezed her legs around his neck, almost choking him.
He pried them apart and kept licking. When her hole was fully moistened, lubricated with his abundant juicy spittle, he pulled his tongue out and slowly and methodically inserted his extended middle finger. He was suddenly aware that Joey was leaning over him, watching what he was doing.
But he tried to ignore the other man, even though—out of the corner of his eye—he saw that Marnham's towel had dropped away and the man was totally naked, his penis just as swollen and filled with blood as it had been when he had first attacked his wife.
Feeling ill at ease, but nevertheless considerably aroused, Prescott pressed on. Mrs. Marnham responded to the penetrating finger by clamping her sphincter muscles tightly around it, the inside of her ass feeling like the inside of a mouth. There was a certain rubbery quality to it which Prescott found pleasing. The rectal walls were spongy and thicker than he had first thought, soft and agreeably yielding.
"Another," Joey Marnham leaned over to whisper.
Rather than suffer the whip, Nick consented with eagerness, a willingness to please both of them. He slowly inserted another finger into the woman's butt. She squirmed madly around, as if to escape him, but when her husband pushed her down on the bed, she stopped moving, trying to relax.
Nick felt the second finger drilling in and out of the woman's ass and he glanced up at Mrs. Marnham. Her eyes were closed, her lips tightly clenched as he felt the rolling pulsations of her anus. The muscles were fibrillating violently, squeezing against his finger as he took matters into his own hands.
Without wasting any more time he pushed in yet a third finger, stretching the walls of her butt widely so that the tiny puckered hole he had first glanced at was now as big around as a widely opened mouth. He knew there was room for more and when Mr. Marnham got up and went into the bathroom, Nick had a premonition of what he was going to bring out.
"I've never seen this done before," he said to the hotel detective as if Nick was performing an experiment. He squeezed some clear jellylike lubricant onto Nick's fingers and using this he pushed in his little finger.
Mrs. Marnham opened her eyes and looked between her legs with considerable shock. "What are you doing!" she screamed.
"He's gonna fist-fuck you, sugar," her husband said with a laugh, urging Nick on.
Nick had done this only once before and it excited him strangely. Not turned on to violence per se, he was nevertheless susceptible to kinky sexual scenes. And this was how he saw it. His thumb wiggled back and forth, trying to find a place to get inside along with the other four fingers.
And when he squeezed it up against his palm, his hand flat and inside her ass up to the last knuckle, Mrs. Marnham gave a convulsive shudder and a fresh gush of cunt juice poured down the walls of her pussy.
Both men were incredibly aroused. Mrs. Marnham looked from one to the other, wishing that Nick would take off his clothes. Despite the five fingers which now wiggled up in her ass, she felt little pain, as if her bottom had been anesthetized.
"How does it feel?" her husband asked, moving towards her with his great rolling pin of a cock jutting out from between his thighs.
"Strange," she whispered as she watched Nick concentrating.
He couldn't believe that Mrs. Marnham was able to take all of his fingers, especially now that he was slowly working them up into a fist. But when he glanced back at her husband and took another appraising look at the guy's over-large penis, he realized that the gaping opening he had made in her ass was not that much wider than the thickness of her husband's pecker.
Encouraged by this arcane comparison, he pushed forward as she suddenly screamed out. But it was too late. Her husband had returned to his favorite sport and he took the opportunity to stuff his red-tipped erection right into her mouth.
She sucked on it greedily, filled with a growing fuck-hunger as Nick pushed his fist further down, the last knuckle inside of her as he tried to work his hand in to the wrist. It took considerable doing and he stopped to let her relax.
But she was so involved in sucking on her husband's cock and playing with his heavy weighty nuts that she acted as if she was unaware of what Prescott was doing. So as the two of them thrust back and forth on the bed—Joey pumping his dick into his wife's mouth as she pushed her head towards him and nearly choked on his tool—Nick began to get into the swing of things.
With his one free hand—never stopping the seemingly endless slow and careful in and out motions of his hand, now ensheathed in the tight warmth of her butt, all the way up to the wrist—he began to undo the ties of his robe. He felt that the moment was ripe and he wiggled his arms free. With his one free hand, he managed to untie the robe.
It took more work than he had counted on. But he was ignored by the couple as he finally got the robe all the way off. He was glad that he hadn't bothered to slip on undershorts or pants, totally naked beneath the terry cloth robe. His fist was still pumping in and out of her backside and he was on the bed, totally naked.
At first, no one noticed.
Nick pushed harder and this time Mrs. Marnham screamed out. Her husband glanced back at Nick, his cock still between his wife's eager sucking lips. "You horny cocksucker," he laughed, obviously pleased that the house detective had taken the initiative and had taken off his robe. "We're gonna have ourselves a real hot little party, mister," he went on to say and Nick looked at him and nodded his head, aware of the pain which was ebbing through his body, the pain that had been caused by Joey Marnham's predisposition for acts of sadism.
As if in retaliation he pounded his hand forward, past the wrist as the woman clenched and screamed, her legs jerking about like a marionette whose strings have suddenly been cut. "It's good for you," her husband said with the same repugnant smirk on his face. "Just keep sucking baby. This guy's gonna do a whole number on ya."
He kept slugging his dick in and out of her mouth as Nick worked on her ass. And, at the same time he used his other hand to gradually excite and titillate her pussy. He tweaked her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rolled it about as if it were a marble and Mrs. Marnham's groans of pain were gradually drowned out in a rising chorus of whimpers and squeals of passion.
Her muff was juicy and it felt as if he was sloshing around inside of a barrel of water as he poked his finger in and out, rubbing it along the walls of her pussy, paying particular attention to her clit and the puffy ragged-edged lips of her vagina.
"Do it, you horny cocksucker," Marnham encouraged, having come to the realization that his wife really couldn't take too much more fist-fucking. "Drown her in it. Pound it down into place. Nina loves it."
Nina, Prescott thought to himself. Nick and Nina. How appropriate.
He slowly pulled his hand out, taking his time as the waves of muscular contractions reminded him of a woman giving birth to a child. Only it was his fist which finally merged from between the widely gaping cheeks of her ass. His hand was covered with a brownish slime and he wiped it dry on the sheets before bounding into position.
Hoping that Joey wouldn't change his mind, Nick wedged Nina's thighs apart, maneuvering himself down into place. She was still busy working on her husband's cock, but as soon as she felt the round blood-engorged head of the house dick's pecker touching the opening to her pussy, she looked down between her legs.
Joey looked as well, fascinated by the sight. He had never imagined himself in such a situation, for he had swapped wives often enough, but had always gone to separate bedrooms to enjoy his uninhibited sexual tastes.
Now, he was plainly turned on and he pushed his dick down into his wife's mouth, holding it there as Nick took hold of his dong and began to rub it back and forth across the gaping cunt furrow which awaited the thick length of his virile tool.
"That's it," Marnham told the detective. "None of this one-two-three shit. Get the cunt good and excited. She drips like a motherfucker, let me tell you. You'll be sloshing around in a puddle of come in another minute."
Prescott didn't doubt him.
He kept rubbing the bulbous head of his cock back and forth, tickling Nina's clit and driving her crazy. Her hips were pumping upwards, trying to engulf his tool as he kept teasing her, never sticking his cock into place. The steady friction along her cunt furrow brought on a fresh deluge of sap, lubricating her channel.
Finally, Nick pushed forward, lodging the head of his cock right against her vulva. The tissues inside quivered around his sensitive glans and he breathed deeply as she kept lapping on her husband's cock urging him on.
"Do it, man!" Joey called out, burning, his groin on fire as he watched the virile burly Prescott suddenly take a deep breath and slam down. Nick began to funnel his pecker into place, stuffing it forward as he braced himself on the palms of his hands.
His legs were stretched out behind him. His forearms were rigid and sweat trickled down his hairy chest as he kept pushing forward, pumping inch after thick hot inch of his meat right into Nina's wet tight pussy. He groaned loudly, shoved down with a forceful almost vicious lunge and fell against her, the entire bulky length of his hot eight-inch cunt-rammer buried down in place.
"Shit, beautiful," he mumbled, feeling the way she worked her cunt muscles around his pole, dragging him down into her as he began to piston back and forth. He used short dog-like strokes, jerky, jabbing strokes which gave both of them the maximum amount of pleasure.
The elasticity of her cunt walls made it possible for her to grip his shaft and she kept milking him as he kept pounding into her, hearing the sound of his heavy furry nuts crashing down against her ass, one loud battering plop after another.
Joey watched, his eyes glazed over, his breath coming in short sweet gasps. He was unbelievably excited, never before having seen another man fucking his wife.
The guy's got technique, all right, he thought to himself, admiring Prescott as he kept up a smooth steady rhythm, pumping and ramming in and out of Nina's snatch until her skin was glowing once again and she was just about ready to come. She still had a mouthful of cock and she tried to bring her husband off as she felt the man moving inside of her, penetrating almost as deeply as her husband had.
As for Nick, he felt the come-smeared interior of Nina's mushy hole and it drove him up a wall. He could feel the way his cock-skin was stretched, taut and firm over his stem as he kept shunting his pole into her, increasing the speed of his strokes as his hands came up to latch onto her tits. He played with them as if they were handles, fingering the bright red nipples with his hands as he ground his belly down against her.
The hairs on his groin frictioned her hairless skin and this, coupled with the extreme amount of pressure and friction she derived from the rapid movements of his cock, soon brought Nina to her climax. Unable to talk, her mouth continually bombarded with her husband's enormous ivory-white phallus, she gurgled hotly and shoved her hips forward.
"Here she goes!" Joey yelled out, recognizing the signs of his wife's orgasm by the way her chest rose and fell and her legs jerked and twitched as Prescott lay between them.
Nick felt the juices seeping down, coating his shaft anew as he felt his own climax readying itself, his come foaming in his balls. His nuts felt strangely bloated and then they cooled and he lost control. With a bull-like roar of delight, he shoved forward, half of his pubic bush swallowed between the lips of Nina's twat as he began to come.
"Yes, feel it. Holy shit, now. What a fuckin' load! Come, baby. Nice and hot, tasty, all this fucking come for you!" he screamed as he looked up and saw Joey's beady eyes, heard the man gasping as he slammed his cock down his wife's throat and started to come as well.
The two of them were shooting, bolts of come soaring like lightning out of their dicks to gush into Nina's mouth and pussy. Nick kept trembling, feeling his climax making him weak as he kept shooting. He saw a milky-white dribble of semen trickle out of the corner of the woman's mouth and he smiled to himself, relishing the way Joey quivered and moved back and forth, moaning and crying out as he kept spurting his load.
"Baby, you're too fucking much," Joey told her as his cock began to go half-erect and he pulled it out of her mouth. Nina fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. Nick stayed inside of her, relishing the new sensation of her cunt, a cunt that was now filled with gism his spunk as well as her own slimy thin liquid cream.
When he pulled away, he left a thin trail of after-come like the track of a snail. Nick got to his feet and looked at Nina. Her eyes were closed and he smiled to himself, turning towards the bathroom. He decided that everything had worked out better than he had expected.
At least no one's gonna complain any more tonight, he thought.
But he had a lot of complaining to do when he got back to his room. Trudy was gone.