Chapter 5
Meanwhile, back in Coretti's suite of private rooms, a distraught Barbara was doing her best to explain to the wealthy sex "teacher" her feelings about her first class with Frank Bogart. Coretti listened to her recital with only half an ear, more interested in watching the attractive young woman's body as she spoke than in anything she had to say.
"Shit, he thought, "that chick's got a pair of knockers that are pure dynamite! And so is her ass. Mmmm-mmmm! Love those big blondes!"
It was true that despite her anxiety, the young wife looked particularly attractive. Attired in a bright print, short sundress that left her back and arms bare, she looked as though she were attending a respectable garden party rather than a meeting at a sex commune. Her long blonde hair was loose, except for a tortoise-shell barrette which kept it off her face. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her long legs, clad only in a pair of thong sandals, were enticingly within reach of Coretti's plump, hairy hand. The burly cultist tried to keep his mind on her words...." and then he got very angry at me and ... and ... oh," she suddenly burst out, "I hardly know how to say it!" Barbara twisted her hands nervously in her lap, trying to find a way to make the awful story easier to tell. It embarrassed her even to think about it!
"Now, now, my dear," Coretti interrupted, patting her sculpted knee with his hand. "You mustn't be so upset. Think of me as a father. You can tell me anything! Now what exactly happened?"
Barbara swallowed a few times, her courage faltering. Finally she was able to speak.
"Do you remember what you made me do to you the other day?" she asked, looking at the floor.
"Vividly." Coretti replied, "and with great pleasure."
Barbara blushed at his low, intimate tone. "Well, he made me do that to another woman!"
"No! Really?"
"Yes ... and ... and when I was down on the floor, he held me down and then ... he put his thing in me, back there!" Barbara trembled all over as she spoke the humiliating words. But at last it was out, and she waited expectantly, hardly daring to look Coretti in the eye.
"I see," Coretti replied gravely, tapping his fingers together and looking very serious. "You have been through quite an ordeal, haven't you? You poor child, let me get you a drink, and think about this for a few moments."
The portly man moved to the bar at the other end of the room, and Barbara was grateful that he turned his back, giving her a chance to collect herself. His presence was so powerful that she found it almost exhausting. That must be because he's so ... so high! she thought, remembering Frank's words on her first visit.
"What would you like?" he asked her from across the room. "Scotch? Bourbon? A little wine?"
"Wine would be lovely," Barbara replied, beginning to feel better just having talked about her traumatic experience with Frank. I knew Brother Coretti would take care of it, she thought confidently.
"Here you are my dear," he said softly, offering her a crystal goblet full of sparkling burgundy and resuming his seat opposite her.
"Oh, thank you," Barbara said, taking a sip. "It tastes bitter!"
"That's just the kind of wine it is," her host replied smoothly, "it takes some getting used to, but I think you'll find it very relaxing." He didn't mention that he had taken the precaution of spiking her drink with a fine white powder that he kept around for special occasions.
Now he watched the tall, attractive blonde begin to relax. Slowly her features began to lose their drawn, tense look, and she allowed herself to sink back in the chair, closing her eyes for a moment.
It was so nice to be in comfortable surroundings again, she thought, looking lazily around the room. It was almost like being at home again, in the safe world she had inhabited as a child, where everything was taken care of and she didn't have to worry about money, or sex, or anything. Coretti did feel a bit like a father, too, except better than her actual father, more understanding and tolerant.
Suddenly a vivid image of their meeting in the bath chamber crossed her mind, and she felt herself flush at the memory. She could see herself as she must have looked then, straddled by his massive body, sucking at his mammoth penis. Coretti saw her reaction.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked.
"Of the other day ... you and I ... in the other room," she replied, her words sounding strangely thick on her tongue. She took another sip of the wine and tried to focus her concentration.
"Ah yes. That upset you at first, too, didn't it?" the sly voluptuary continued.
"Yes."
"As much as your experience with Frank?"
"I ... I don't know."
"As I recall, though, your feelings changed before it was over, didn't they?"
A nameless feeling of dread coursed through Barbara's mind. What was he getting at? There was something unpleasant, dangerous, about the questions he was asking, but she couldn't quite remember what it was, only that she felt suddenly wary and ill at ease.
"I don't remember," she said, feeling her body grow tense again.
"But I remember," Coretti continued softly, watching the young blonde intently as he sipped his scotch. "I remember you sucked my cock like you'd been doing it all your life, and you were playing with yourself too, weren't you? In fact you seemed to find it very exciting, even satisfying, or else you wouldn't have come back."
"I ... I...." Everything he was saying was true, Barbara realized, remembering her frantic writhings as Coretti's hotly pulsating penis sluiced in and out of her greedily sucking mouth.
"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she finally admitted, "but that was different...."
"You mean you didn't eventually enjoy Frank's class?"
Barbara felt herself paralyzed in the chair, and the nameless terror grew within her mind until it blotted out everything else. Her throat felt dry and constricted, as though she wanted to cry, and her breath came in short gasps. Coretti's voice droned on, and his eyes glittered hypnotically.
"Just how did you feel when you were down on the floor eating Jeannie's pussy while Frank fucked you up the ass? Was it painful? Did you cum? Was there-"
"Stop!" The scream was wrenched from the young wife's throat, and she bolted from her chair, holding her hands clenched tightly over her ears. "I can't stand it any more! Stop interrogating me!"
Coretti pursued her around the room like a cat, "This is only for your own good!" he insisted. "You must confront your own feelings without evasion! Now," he said, suddenly seizing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at him. "Did you or did you not love what Frank did to you? Don't try to lie to me! I've spoken to Frank already! If you hated it so much, why did you wiggle your ass back onto his prick and practically beg him for more?"
Each question affected Barbara like the lash of a whip, until her mind exploded in hysteria.
"YES!" she shouted, her head thrown back and tears streaming down her face. "Yes! I loved it! I wallowed in it! And I'm ashamed of it!" She collapsed in a heap on the chair, sobbing wildly, when Coretti released his grip on her arms.
An evil smile of triumph was on his lips as he watched the defeated girl sob out her horror and humiliation. Of course you loved it, you little cunt, he thought cynically. And by the time I'm through with you, what Frank did will look like child's play!
"There, there, my dear," he soothed her aloud. "Cry it out. That's it. You've made a tremendous breakthrough today, Barbara. Admitting all this has done more for you than you know. And now you must learn to feel no guilt!"
His comforting words stopped the flow of Barbara's tears for a moment, but the mention of guilt started them anew.
"But, Ralph!" she wailed. "If my husband ever knew what happened, I don't know what he'd do! I always accused him of being gross and coarse, and now I ... I've done things worse than he's ever dreamed of."
To her surprise, the muscular leader burst into loud peals of laughter at her words. "Is that what's worrying you?" he asked. "Then perhaps I can put your mind at rest!" Still chuckling, he reached for the remote control panel on the closed circuit television system. "Just watch that screen, my dear! I think you'll see some things that may fascinate you!"
In the dimly lit room down the hall, Mara heard the almost inaudible click that indicated the hidden television cameras were on. The awareness that she was being watched did nothing to lessen the sensual brunette's ardor. On the contrary, knowing that hidden eyes were observing everything she did spurred her to new heights of passion. Until now she had been content to watch the lurid scene unfolding on the floor as Annette, Connie and Jeannie took turns laboring over Ralph's nakedly prostrate body. Now she rose sinuously from the divan and approached the others.
Back in Coretti's chambers, Barbara stared at the sight of the luscious dark haired beauty. "That's ... that's Ralph's teacher!" she stammered, confused. "But ... where's Ralph?"
"Look again," Coretti purred from his chair, enjoying her reactions as she leaned forward in the chair, her eyes glued to the screen. She watched, fascinated, as Mara motioned to one of the girls to move aside. For the first time, the face of the chained figure on the floor was clearly visible. Barbara gasped and her eyes grew wide. It was her husband Ralph! Tied down on the floor, surrounded by naked women, one of them hunched over his erect penis and another who had been squatting obscenely over his mouth!
The young wife's mind reeled and her body went cold all over. It couldn't be! Ralph would never do such a thing! And yet ... and yet ... it wasn't as though they could have forced him, overwhelmed him with their superior strength as Frank had done to her. He had allowed this to happen to him!
"A pretty picture, isn't it?" Coretti murmured, his own attention captured by the events on the screen. "So you see, my dear, I don't think Ralph's moral standards need concern you!"
The young wife watched in horror as Mara stretched out on top of her husband's body, rubbing herself lasciviously up and down his taut naked flesh, the softly rounded moons of her buttocks glistening and wriggling before the probing eye of the hidden camera. Balancing herself on all fours, she let her full globular breasts fall forward over his face, swinging them back and forth and forcing first one distended nipple and then the other down into his mouth. Barbara heard Ralph moan with pleasure. His head moved from side to side in a futile desperate attempt to catch Mara's jiggling orbs, while he heaved his pelvis upward, driving his long, wetly glistening cock deeply into the hotly clenching vaginal of the girl straddling his hips.
"This can't be happening," Barbara moaned, rising from her chair and moving across the room almost in a trance, closer to .the enlarged wall screen.
"But it is," Coretti murmured behind her, breathing heavily on her neck. "Watch closely. It's very arousing, don't you think? I love to watch people fucking, and you must admit this is an unusual situation."
Barbara felt as though she were in a dream, totally out of touch with reality. She felt Coretti slip his arm around her waist and then begin running his hands slowly, languidly, over her abdomen and up to the full, pliant mounds of her ripely firm young breasts which rose and fell rapidly under her light dress. The drug was beginning to do its evil work, for she felt increasingly light-headed and tremendously sensitive, as though nerve endings she didn't know existed were suddenly sending confusing messages of mixed pleasure and shock to her heavily numbed brain.
Now Mara had worked her way up to the same position over Ralph's face recently abandoned by the first girl. She straightened her sensually lush body up and pulled one of the other young, nakedly waiting girls over to her so that she stood in front of her. Then she parted the girl's wetly swollen pussy lips with her thumbs pressing outward and flicking her long sensuous tongue out snake-like, began licking the delicate, hair-lined slit while Ralph eagerly slavered up into her own hotly moist cuntal sheath from below.
Barbara was practically in a state of shock. Part of her still couldn't quite comprehend the reality of what was taking place before her eyes, while another part of her was riveted hypnotically to the lewd spectacle. Unconsciously, she leaned back against Coretti's stocky body, scarcely aware of the fevered activity of his hands, so absorbed was she in the salacious scene on the television screen. It was almost as though she had ceased to comprehend that the man writhing and flailing under the caresses of the quartet of strange; aggressive females was her husband. It seemed far removed from her, a lewd fantasy being acted out in a remote twilight part of her brain.
Slowly Coretti began raising the skirt of her loose fitting dress, up over her firm, golden thighs, out of the way of his probing hands. Soon he was squeezing and kneading the tender flesh of her abdomen, twisting his finger lightly in the small fleshy circle of her navel, working his way upwards until he seized the soft, resilient skin of her sloping, pink-tipped breasts, unhampered on this warm summer day by the restraints of a brassiere. The fleshy older man's eyes glazed with lust as he felt the soft, pliant nipples stiffen under his touch until they were hard little points that he pinched and rolled teasingly, expertly, between his plumply working fingers.
The drugged young wife moaned in pleasure as his lurid caress sent little shivers of lewd electrical excitement rippling through her abdomen. Her entire body was totally compliant, even limp, and this complete acquiescence on the part of the naive blonde girl, combined with the pornographic pictures transmitted from the room down the hall, filled him with a sense of power. He felt like a mesmerist, drawing out of the formerly innocent, well-bred young housewife her own latent potential for wild, uninhibited passion. She was an instrument he could play on at will, just like all his other "slaves", until he could make her body react to his will at a touch.
"Look at them," he whispered in her ear. "Watch the way Mara licks and sucks the little girl's pussy, and the way she does everything with her mouth that your husband is doing to her with his. See-look at her spreading her legs so Mara can get her tongue in farther...."
Barbara watched as the scene unfolded just as he described. Annette, who was standing in front of Mara, the sparse young triangle of her softly curling pubic hair pressed tightly into the dark-haired woman's mouth, had spread her firmly rounded thighs wider apart, and Mara had tightly gripped her buttocks. The instructor's face was all but invisible between Annette's wildly trembling legs. Both women gyrated their pelvises around and around in a twisting, corkscrew motion to increase the erotic contact of their frantically throbbing vaginal crevices with the wetly quivering tongues that fucked in and out of their pussy's causing them to moan wildly with almost unbearable pleasure.
"Look at the other two," Coretti whispered hotly into her ear, at the same time, working his hand smoothly down into the tight elastic waistband of Barbara's thin silken panties.
While Mara and Annette were lost in their double tonguing activities, Jeannie was grinding her rhythmically hollowing buttocks hungrily up and down on Ralph's thick blood-engorged penis, her head thrown back and a look of ecstasy on her face she twisted and churned as though she were on a wild, bucking bronco. Connie, unwilling to be left out, lay on the floor behind her, licking and playing with Ralph's sperm-laden testicles and Annette's sensuously protruding buttocks while she fingered her own wetly throbbing cunt desperately with her wide-splayed hands.
Back in the other room, Barbara moaned as Coretti's extended middle finger found the sensuously throbbing little bud of her clitoris and flicked back and forth over it teasingly. Involuntarily she arched her rapidly awakening body, pressing her erect miniature penis against his working finger-tip. The sensations she experienced were irresistible. Stimulated by the powerful aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink, as well as by the depraved images on the television screen, she was at a fever pitch of arousal.
Coretti forced his hand between her trembling thighs until his palm covered her moistly heated pubic mound. He squeezed her cushiony, hair-fringed pussy lips together, relishing the damp heat that emanated from her tight vaginal sheath, while the other hand continued to massage her firmly thrusting breasts. His long thick penis, no longer hanging dormant above his heavy balls, began to rise and pulsate the softness of her young buttocks, and he could feel her tighten the muscles of her ass cheeks in response. Burying his face in her golden mane of hair that fell in shimmering waves over her back and shoulders, he sucked and bit her slender neck, leaving angry red marks.
"I want to fuck you," he murmured thickly into her hair. "I want to ram my big thick cock so far up into that tight pink cunt of yours that you'll feel it for a week! And you want it too, don't you?"
"No ... no...." Barbara mewled, making feebly ineffectual attempts to push him away. But her mind and body were out of her control, numbed by the obsessed sex guru's drug and by the hypnotic spell he cast with his powerful body, his muscular hands that explored every part of her, making her twist and writhe with forbidden desire.
"You're lying to yourself. Why are you keeping up this foolish pretense when your body is telling me something very different? Look at yourself!"
Without losing his grip on her, Coretti forced her around so she was looking into the mirror on the wall opposite the television screen. Her sundress was bunched under her armpits and her panties were pulled down around her thighs. Wild-eyed and in complete disarray, Barbara barely recognized the disheveled, half-naked blonde in the mirror as herself, locked in the embrace of the lusty commune leader whose hands continued their hungry caresses of her heatedly aroused breasts and vagina.
For an instant, she was overcome with shock and horror, and she mustered all her strength to struggle in earnest. But then her eye was caught by the reflected image of Ralph, Mara, and the trio of masked female slaves. Why not? she thought suddenly, her eyes narrowing in a new way, what's the point of my trying to be lady-like and refined? Why should I even be faithful? What have I got to lose?"
With new interest, she observed the images in the mirror, seeing herself in a totally new light, as though she, too, were an anonymous stranger with no identity, there to be used, like the girls with Ralph. Suddenly she realized that she was a desirable, voluptuous woman who had a right to pleasure for its own sake. Fascinated by her reflection, she felt a surge of lust quake through her body, stronger than anything she had ever felt before, except perhaps in the latter stages of her wild encounter with Frank the previous week. It was as though invisible shackles suddenly fell away, and everything was possible! Over and over in her mind she repeated: Why not? WHY NOT?
"You're creaming all over my hand!" Coretti murmured lewdly, "are you still going to try and tell me you don't want it?"
His vulgar words only excited Barbara further, and she spread her little long legs wider to give him easier access to her wetly steaming pussy slit. At the same time, she reached behind her back and took his hotly throbbing balls in her hand, squeezing them softly, with an instinctive expertise. Coretti's massively rigid cock gave an excited lurch, and he growled with pleasure as her soft palms roved over his painfully full balls.
His middle finger slid easily along her warmly moistened cuntal crevice and up into her vagina. Immediately her sphincter muscles tightened around it, not in resistance, but in welcome, pulling him deep, deep inside her until he felt the hardness of her cervix against his finger-tip.
"Say you want it!" he ordered, his voice shaking with lust. "Say it!"
"I want it," Barbara whispered, still watching the reflection in the mirror. "I want it!"
Suddenly she twisted around to face him and threw her arms around him, pressing her mouth wetly against his and pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands roamed feverishly over his body, feeling the hard flesh of his buttocks and his broad muscular back. She twisted against the thick throbbing column of his prick which pulsed wildly against her belly.
Coretti pulled back and tore off his bathrobe. Barbara followed suit, tearing at her light dress and panties in a frenzy. Coretti seized his huge lust-thickened penis in his hands and began massaging the long length of the shaft; it had grown so thick that he could barely get his hand around it.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he commanded, "facing the mirror."
Trembling with excitement, Barbara did as he said. In the mirror she could see him behind her, still holding his mammoth erection, his eyes glazed with lust, like her own! Glancing up, she could also see that the depraved display in which Ralph was participating was building to a climax. Her husband's body was writhing furiously, fucking up into Annette's cunt so hard that he lifted her off the floor with each stroke. Mara was clinging so hard to Jeannie's buttocks that the flesh was white around her fingers while her tongue darted in and out like a little snake. Barbara couldn't see her husband's face, but from Mara's ecstatic moans she gathered that he, too, was hard at work with his lewdly probing tongue.
Coretti knelt behind her, and for a moment Barbara thought he was going to take her from back there the way Frank Bogart had done. The thought frightened her a little, but she was amazed to realize that despite the prospective pain, it excited her too.
He pushed down on her elbows so that her naked young buttocks waved obscenely in the air and Barbara braced herself for another brutal assault on her helpless rectum. She found a depraved fascination in her position, crouched on all fours like an animal, waiting to have a brutally thick cock shoved up her back passage. Instead, however, the head of Coretti's thickly distended penis positioned itself against the entrance to her wetly quivering pussy. Its immense size made even that more elastic path difficult, however, and the young wife bit her lip as the rubbery, lust-swollen tip stretched her tight little vaginal sheath wide, inch by inch forcing its way up inside her cringing passage.
"Tell me what you want!" he hissed, pausing in his progress and pulling her head back roughly. "Say it!"
"I ... want ... you ... to ... fuck me," Barbara gasped. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
Her voice rose almost to a wail as the words came tumbling out, as though a dam had burst in her long-resistant mind. Her sensually kneeling body began to tremble, and she was half sobbing as she lifted her buttocks as high as she could. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, "Fuck me everywhere! In my cunt! My ass! My mouth! Oh, fuck me! Fffffuuuucccckkkk meeeee!" The words poured out of her, words that only an hour before she was horrified to hear, much less say. But she was beyond caring now, beyond even knowing what she was saying. She was a raging, bucking demon, with only one desire to be taken, used, abused, an object for pleasure, a receptacle for a thickly bludgeoning male organ!
Coretti plunged his long, hotly throbbing cock into her with vicious force, and she pushed her straining cunt backwards to receive him, her vaginal muscles hungrily grasping at his mighty organ with all their might.
"Oh, give it to me," she moaned, her voice harsh and guttural. "Ram me with your big prick! Harder! Harder! I want all of it! Oh hurt me! Hurt me!"
Gripping her soft warm buttocks tightly with his hands, Coretti began fucking in and out of her milking little pussy, varying his rhythm from hammer-like battering blows to slow, tantalizing strokes that stretched his foreskin back over his purplish head and made Barbara beg for more. Teasingly, he would almost withdraw his pulsating thickness from her grasping, velvety cuntal sheath, then plunge it back in with a force that jolted her nakedly kneeling body. He rotated his pelvis in a screwing motion, and she matched her movements to his, all the while moaning incoherently and watching herself in the mirror.
Time and again Coretti took her right to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back, leaving her hanging and begging for more.
"Reach down and play with my balls, cunt!" he spat out. Obediently, Barbara seized the semen-filled testicles that swayed and slapped against her inner thighs as he plunged relentlessly in and out, and pressed them against her erectly throbbing clitoris.
"Nnnnngggghhhh," she moaned, helplessly impaled on Coretti's huge thundering prick. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with loud grunting noises, all the while kneading the smooth full moons of her rotating buttocks.
For Barbara, the experience of being bludgeoned by Coretti's massively erect penis was one of the most intensely pleasurable things she had ever known. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his expertly grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen shaft reached the farthest depths of her defenseless womb, and she rejoiced with a lewd, animal-like whine. Time had come to a stop, and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs.
She could hear the heavy man grunting behind her, murmuring lascivious words in her ear, urging her onward to a new, undreamed of depths of depraved enjoyment. "Oh you sweet piece of ass, you hot little bitch, give it to me, fuck back, fuck back, fuck back!"
The words thrilled her to the very marrow of her being. She was a slut, a whore, a cunt receiving a cock. She screwed backwards against his thickly pulsating length which filled her heatedly quivering cuntal walls, stretching her open farther than she had ever thought possible. She thought she would split apart with the delicious pleasure-pain feelings he incited in her with his oversized male spear.
The young blonde wife's attention was attracted by the sounds coming from the television speakers, and she could see that Coretti, too, was watching the reflected images.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Annette shrieked, driving herself down hard onto Ralph's great ramming penis which was almost aching from the unaccustomed activity it had been subjected to. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMMMMING!"
Simultaneously, Connie was writhing obscenely, her legs splayed wide to give her eager fingers easier entrance to her own moistly throbbing pussy. Her hands plunged up and down and Barbara could see that her thighs were damp with creamy vagina juices.
"Oh that's it! That's it!" Mara screamed, her voluptuously sensual body suddenly taut as the throes of her violent orgasm seized her. Her cries were cut off by Jeannie, who grabbed her head fiercely and pushed it back in between her legs, thrusting her pelvis forward and forcing the lusty brunette to finish sucking and licking her throbbing clitoris.
Agonized groans broke from Ralph who, having held back for so long, was now at the end of his strength. His long, sinewy cock was swollen and sore from the unbelievable amount of friction caused by the four greedy vaginas, all of which had been impaled at one time or the other on his throbbing tool that afternoon. Now, exhausted almost to the point of unconsciousness by his superhuman efforts, he could feel his thick male seed surging forward down the long shaft, demanding release.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! UUUnnnnnnnhhhhh!" he groaned, as painfully, his heavy load of thick male cum began to spew out into Annette's greedily clasping cuntal passage. He'd never felt anything like the abandoned screwing he'd received from the amoral quartet. His chained young body was stretched and aching and he felt almost desperate for the furious activity to be over. It seemed as though he would never cum, never be able to release it all, and he grew dizzy and almost faint as he shoved his tongue into Mara's climactically contracting slit.
And suddenly he was there! His balls seemed to explode with a torrent of white-hot jism, a never-ending stream of thick male liquid that overflowed Annette's pussy and trickled down his distended column onto her thighs and his dark mound of tangled pubic hair.
Barbara watched, fascinated, as her husband arched his body, consumed in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life. The sight of his climax sent a new wave of lewd excitement coursing through her own nakedly kneeling body, like a white-hot flame that took her over completely. She shook with uncontrollable spasms, contorting her face in a grimace of ecstasy.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!" she screamed, as Coretti drove into her with painful intensity. The huge man gripped her flaring young hips savagely, as he ravaged her cuntal passage.
"U U U U U U U NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned, "That's it! Cccccuuuummmmm! CCCCUUUUMMMMM!"
Suddenly Barbara felt hot jets of creamy liquid spurt into her quaking vagina, flooding her with warmth. In response, her own sweet feminine juices were released high inside her in an incredible sensation of opening. She felt as though she could take his whole body inside her and never stop!
"NNNNGGGGGHHHH! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, flailing her head wildly, her blonde hair lashing wildly around her head. For a moment she almost lost consciousness as the apex of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Behind her eyes she could see whirling wheels of color, like rockets exploding on the Fourth of July. They seemed to correspond to the galvanic sensations in her wetly convulsing pussy, which contracted around Coretti's still hotly pulsing, ramming cock. She felt as though she were floating on a soft, white cloud, high, high, above her body, and then gently wafted back to earth.
Finally, exhausted, she fell forward on the floor, and Coretti collapsed on top of her, his passion subsiding, although she could still feel an occasional spasm in his softening pole of flesh, her wearily twitching pussy was bathed in a sweet, sated afterglow. She had never felt so good in her life!
The young wife was never sure how long they lay there, only that for a long time there was no sound in the room except for their heavy, exhausted breathing.