Cathy stood mesmerized, unable to turn away from the compelling exhibition in spite of all of her shame and fear and moral indignation at witnessing such a perverted exhibition. She'd heard of women who used their mouths to perform the function for which another more specialized part of their body had been created. She'd accepted what she'd heard as fact, but some defense mechanism in her mind had prevented her from actually confronting the finer details of the act. Now here she was face to face with it, not in her imagination but in real life, and she almost recoiled from the very shock of it all. She could only console herself with the knowledge that apparently Jack Bailey was just as much against what Sylvia wanted to do as Cathy was herself, and she thought that at least on that level she might have misjudged him. But in spite of all her abhorrence, she couldn't force herself to turn away. She was trapped, as a spectator, seemingly as irrefutably as Bailey himself was trapped as a participant. And in spite of all her revulsion – or perhaps as a perverse outgrowth of the very revulsion itself – Cathy, like Bailey, was becoming more and more excited by what she saw.
In the dim light of the den, Sylvia's lust strained face again bobbed up away from the now upright cock that pointed so eagerly toward her mouth, and as she lifted her succulently rounded lips up off the now saliva-glistening head, the shaft of her husband's penis lengthened even further, almost as though in pursuit of the contact it had been so suddenly denied. Teasingly she again swept her tongue over the tip. A low animal groan rose from Bailey's throat. His face flushed and contorted with wrathful animal lust, and as Cathy gaped in trembling incredulity., the frightening instrument lunged suddenly to fully pulsing erection. Then, before she could even sort out in her mind the immense physical proportions of the freakish phallus exhibited there before her, one of Bailey's hands dropped down to the back of Sylvia's neck, suddenly forcing her head downward even as he lunged his own buttocks up from the fold-out easy chair. And with a swift driving lust he buried almost the full length of the enormous shaft of his cock straight up into his wife's mouth and throat.
"Aaaggghhhh! Ugggghhhhh!" Sylvia gagged, obviously choking on the huge cock that had been thrust so forcibly into her mouth. This was obviously even more than she had bargained for, and in spite of all her previous disapproval of the other woman's lascivious and unbecoming action, Cathy couldn't quell the sympathy for the other woman that welled strongly in her breast. My God, that must be killing her. Bailey's cockhead must be embedded all the way to her tonsils, and still he appeared to be pushing downward on the back of her neck as though demanding she take it even deeper. It was unheard of for a man to subject a woman to such torture and degradation, and though she'd never been an activist in the movement for liberation of her sex, Cathy now felt almost compelled to try to do something to help out her fellow female. And short of that, she told herself half-deliriously, she could at least make a vow that she would enact any vengeance possible on behalf of her own downtrodden female sex where this oppressive and over-endowed male was concerned.
Yet even as Cathy's conscious mind rebelled against what she saw, her body was responding differently. She was burning feverishly all over, her skin covered with a thinly beaded coat of feminine perspiration. The moisture was again flowing up between her thighs and her breath was coming in almost audible gasps. In her subconscious mind flashed vivid recollections of the way it felt to have Bailey's hands mauling over her body like she was a helpless rag doll, his long middle finger skewering forcibly up into the quivering tightness of her tight little cunt. She could remember the feeling so clearly that she could almost feel it even now, and it was without really thinking of what she was doing that Cathy reached down to the hem of her skirt, drawing it slowly upward to bunch it at her waist and completely expose her nakedly clenching buttocks and the softly-haired lubricating warmth of her vagina, then press her hand protectively up between her thighs right across the moistly palpitating little clit.
"Oooohhhhhhh. Uuggghhhhhhh!" Sylvia moaned in the den before her, bobbing her head now slowly up and down along the straining saliva-coated length of her husband's cock as he squirmed his buttocks up and down on the cushions of the chair. One of Sylvia's hands was still entwined tightly around the base of his cock. Now the other dropped down to tug at the zipper of her own skirt, parting it and working the garment quickly down off the smoothly rounded panty-clad cheeks of her ass.
And as Cathy occupied her conscious mind with the enthralling and sordid display being staged before her, her hand seemed to move of its own accord, pressing even more tightly up between her thighs over the naked hair-lined lips of her cunt to find sudden wantonly stimulating contact right over the palpitating little nerve-end of her clitoris. She didn't even think about what she was doing. It just felt good and for that reason she left it there, pressing her finger harder and harder into the narrow crevice of her succulently moistened pussy to cause a heated throbbing sensation to race anew upward through her belly. All the flames of her previous unfulfilled desire were being re-ignited, and the movements of her finger up and down the trembling slit of her cunt and over the lust-erected little bud of her clitoris were just an unintentional result of her natural physical needs and physiological responses to her unconscious self-stimulation.
Sylvia had somehow managed to get out of her skirt without even breaking the rhythm of her wanton cocksucking. Now she was tugging her panties off with even greater urgency, and she no longer appeared to even protest the obscene use of her mouth. She was sucking wantonly and with hungry relish, prompting low groans of untamed animal excitement from her husband's throat as she drove her lust-contorted face straight down into the thick bush of his pubic hair to take his surging cockshaft all the way to the hilt into her voluptuous lips.
"Emmmmmnnnnn. Aaaahhhhhh!" she mewled around the surging pole of flesh, picking up the rhythm so that her head bounced up and down in abandoned fury along its straining lust-filled hardness. Her cheeks bloated out, swelling and hollowing as she sucked in sluttish submission up and down the full length of the throbbing blood-filled rod. Sylvia's hands dipped down between his thighs to massage his weighted, sperm-laden balls, and though Cathy could hardly comprehend how it could be, it was becoming apparent that Sylvia was deriving her own equal share of stimulation from the perverted act she was performing. She was being fucked in the mouth, and she was liking it.
Cathy sucked her breath in hoarsely, her eyes riveted on the lewd spectacle before her as she parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips and her middle finger distended and started to worm slowly up into the folds of warmly clasping inner vaginal flesh. The whole day had just been too much, a series of separate stimulating encounters, both on physical and psychological levels, and though she'd never really experienced complete sexual relief she had, at last, felt on the verge of it. Now she thought she would die if she didn't have it. And she was willing to do whatever she had to do in order to attain it, indulge herself shamelessly in voyeurism, indulge herself even in masturbation.
Then, as Cathy began to work her finger swiftly in and out of the tightly clinging little hole of her cunt, her eyes almost bugged out at the next stage of the sex-show taking place before her in the den.
With a sudden animal growl Jack Bailey placed both his hands on the back of Sylvia's head, pressing down until once more his gigantic cock was wedged to the hilt into her mouth. He held her head buried against his loins, smothering her in the thick bush of his pubic hair as he arched his buttocks up from the chair and shivered his whole lower body violently against her face. The cruelly ravished brunette gagged and gurgled in unresisting submission, and though now she was obsessed with her voyeuristic role and with her own rapid finger-fucking in and out of her insatiable little cunt, Cathy again wondered if it wasn't her duty to make some move to help Sylvia.
Then, just as she thought she was on the verge of moving to help the other woman, Jack Bailey dug his fingers into Sylvia's hair and jerked her face violently upward so the straining hardness of his cock sprang free from her mouth, smacking with a loud smack against his belly, looking bigger and redder and even more menacing than it had before. Gasping to catch her breath, Sylvia waited kneeling on the floor beside the chair. His face still contorted with his animal anger and lust, Bailey put both hands against her naked shoulders, gave her a shove and sent her sprawling backwards on the bearskin rug. Then, pushing his trousers down to clutch at his ankles and almost completely reveal the hairy lower half of his body, he stood up, towering over her like a master over a slave.
"Yes, Jack," Sylvia moaned from her writhing position on the rug. "Yes, come on. Fuck me."
But Bailey wasn't even looking at her. He was staring straight ahead, where Cathy stood open-mouthed and paralyzed, thinking any minute he would come stalking towards her. She held her ravaging middle finger poised deep inside her own burning loins. And during that indefinable time she didn't even dare to breathe. Then a low sigh escaped his throat as his eyes again dropped to his nakedly waiting wife. He dropped to his knees before her on the rug, his cock still looming up in frightening erection from his loins as he contemplated her waiting body. As he reached down, his hands mauling over her breasts and torso before, in a sudden violent motion, he rolled her forcibly over on her belly, Cathy drew her finger slowly out of her vagina and then rammed it back swiftly inward, her thumb resuming its frantic tweaking over the throbbing bud of her clitoris and her legs almost buckling from her building excitement. On the floor of the den Sylvia was being pushed into the most humiliating sexual posture she'd ever seen, propped on her elbows with her breasts cushioned on the coarse fur of the bearskin rug, her knees doubled beneath her body, her buttocks thrust high in the air. Bailey was levering up behind her, positioning his loins right against her upthrust buttocks as she trembled and shivered before him. Then with a mighty grunt he lunged his body forward and Cathy almost cried out aloud at the humiliated brunette's sudden whimpering verbal response.
"Bailey! That's my asshole!"
Asshole, Cathy thought, blinking in astonishment as the brunette moaned and lurched her body forward in retreat.
"I know it's your asshole," Jack Bailey growled, his hands slipping beneath Sylvia's thighs to pull her buttocks backward even farther than they'd been before. He held himself poised behind her for a moment, then again lunged forward
And this time there was no retreat.
"Aaagggghhhhhhhh!" Sylvia cried out, her teeth gritting, her face contorting with lust. For a moment she trembled and whimpered before him. Then, as Cathy gawked with even greater astonishment and disgust, she heaved out a low, satisfied sounding sigh: "Ahhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss. That's it, easy."
Cathy was almost going out of her mind. My God, as if Bailey's nine inch cock wasn't big enough to rip her pussy apart, he'd insisted on giving it to her in the ass. And not only was she not fighting back, she was liking it. It was almost too much to believe, and yet the visions of pain and sensation it prompted in Cathy's still relatively innocent young mind were too much for her to deny. The thought of having something like that ripping her apart at the seams the way it must be doing to Sylvia now was causing a perverse masochistic stirring up in the depths of her loins and of her own cherished and untouched little anus that went far beyond anything else she'd experienced during this whole long weird night, and even as she stood staring from the shadows at the act of sodomy being performed before her wide, watery eyes, Cathy was now masturbating herself to a peak of frenzy.
Her thumb moved swiftly back and forth across the throbbing bud of her clitoris, her extended middle finger plunging rapidly in and out of the hair-ringed opening of her cunt, her third finger venturing curiously back between her buttocks to stroke over the tight clenched aperture of her own cringing anus. Her breath was coming in short guttural gasps, one following swiftly upon the other like the panting of a dog after a long run. And standing with her bare feet set wide apart on the floor, her dress unbuttoned almost to her navel to reveal the dark shadowy cleavage between her proud young breasts, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her thighs spread out almost frog-like from the semi-squatting position she'd assumed in order to facilitate her greedy self-stimulation, her eyes glazed and wild, her mouth slack and open, her tongue hanging out as though parched by thirst, she would have served as visual competition even for the wildly ass-fucking couple performing for her, had there been another impartial audience to make a choice between the two separate acts.
Now Sylvia's whole body was twisting and writhing in exquisite masochistic response to the painful penetration of Bailey's cock which was sawing ruthlessly in and out of her rectum. Her moaning was almost continuous, enough to drown out the sound of Cathy's panting and periodic sympathetic whimpers, and it was with a kind of terrified fascination that the vicariously aroused young blonde watched the huge cock skewering again and again in the kneeling woman's ravished anal tract. It plundered her rectum mercilessly, its full horrifying length almost disappearing completely as Bailey's groin slammed down hard against the waggling cushions of her ass, his pubic hair matting down into the sensitive crack between them and the heavy sac of his testicles slapping in counter rhythm against the dripping pinkness of her cunt.
And in spite of all her own inexperience Cathy could see that both husband and wife were building swiftly toward their peak. He was hammering in and out of her licentiously expanded back passage like a wild animal in heat, and she was taking every inch of his enormous cock. Cathy would have closed her eyes to blot out the sight if she'd retained a thread of decency and pride, but by now she was so caught up in her voyeuristic eavesdropping that she didn't want to miss a minute of the show. Nor could she do anything to control the helpless reaction of her own lustfully aroused young body. She was trembling from head to toe, masturbating frenziedly and without shame, no longer concerned even with maintaining her silence. Nothing mattered now but the lurid scene before her and the heightening tremors of lust and excitement that coursed over her own half naked flesh. The maddening fire in her seething vagina was raging out of control and the erotic gasps of pain and pleasure issuing from the sodomized woman in the other room were torturing her almost as much as the merciless violation of her anus must be torturing Sylvia. The young blonde was lost in a libidinous spiral of sensual passion, sinking to heretofore unknown depths of depravity, the moans and whimpers pouring from her throat as she continued to masturbate herself to even greater arousal.
Then, as she felt a deep rumbling far up in the most secret depths of her loins, her half-conscious mind decided it was time to even further increase the sensation and with a suddenly low, gasp she initiated a punishing pressure of her third finger against her tight little anus even as the second remained embedded in her cunt. She encountered a sharp stab of pain, a moment's brief resistance; then her whole body tensed and quivered as suddenly the first joint popped up into the tiny little opening. Just that intrusion caused a flash of heated sensual pain to dart electrically through her body, but in the raw determination of her lust she refused to be deterred. Gritting her teeth, her own low gasp still lost in the screams and whimpers from the other room, she probed her finger relentlessly inward, worming it slowly and teasingly straight up into the hot spongy cavity of her ass.
A moment later, as she squeezed her two deeply violating fingers together against the thin tissue like membrane that separated her two sensuously ravished openings, it happened. Her body shuddered, her knees buckling so that she had to catch herself to keep from sprawling flat on the floor. She seemed to hear a distant explosion deep inside her brain that left her mind almost blank, and for a moment she didn't even recognize the wild sensation that gripped her. Then, guided by instinct, she resumed the rapid tweaking of her thumb over her clitoris and the plundering of her middle finger in and out of her cunt. She felt her pussy contract again and again around the deeply penetrating finger as the burning wetness of her vagina spilled out her pulsing cunt-lips to flow in a sticky stream down over her hand as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her body and mind. The teeming flow of liquid dribbled along her thighs and some of it seemed even to issue from the smaller hole between her buttocks as she continued to fuck her other finger in and out of her anus until she'd milked the last ounce of exquisite pleasure and release that her lust-filled young body had to offer.
And it was only afterward, as her exhausted hand ceased to move and she stood, panting and gasping to catch her breath, that she realized the significance of what had just taken place. She had cum. She'd had a climax. Her first real clitoral-vaginal-anal orgasm!
Her hand still pressed tightly up between her thighs, Cathy gave out with a low sigh. Then she opened her eyes, blinking as the blurred montage before her again took shape in the den and she saw the couple, sprawled now motionless on the rug, their bodies gleaming with sweat, their own breathing now almost steady.
My God, she thought, gripped suddenly by terror and shame as reality descended back over her. Had they heard her? Seen her? But a moment later, seeing that they had hardly moved, she realized they had not. They had cum too, probably at the same time as she. Then with a silent gasp, she drew her hand down from between her thighs, feeling an almost painless pop as her finger left her protesting little asshole. Tears of shame pouring from her eyes, she fled silently back down the hail to the room, vowing that no matter what happened she must force Bob to get her away from this place as soon as they arose tomorrow morning.
But even with all her guilt and humiliation, a chord of triumph seemed to strike of its own initiative far in the back of her mind:
She had cum, she had cum, she had cum.