Earlier, Bob had let Thurman's wife lead him into the same darkened room. He had wanted to turn on the light so that he could see her nakedness when she shed her clothing but for some reason she would not allow it. He had not been aware of the earlier conversation that had gone on between her and her husband about bringing both he and Carol into the room at the same time. He had stripped his clothing from his body quickly in the darkness as she had waited on the bed urging him to hurry. His head whirled slightly from too much drink and he had not protested when the moment he stretched beside her she opened her legs wide and guided his head down between them.
He had never made love to a woman like this before though in the heat of passion he had tried with Carol many times. But she had always, in her puritanical way, pushed him off. He parted the softness of Susan's vagina with his thumbs and found his nostrils suddenly flaring from the sweet, soft odor that arose from her body.
It was jasmine.
"Kiss my cunt, darling," she had purred above him, her fingers stroking softly through his hair.
He had flicked out his tongue experimentally and felt her jerk and quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh exposed between the narrow, thin slit of her vagina. He licked gently at the hardening little clitoris snuggled just above the wide-stretched entrance to her cunt where it gave him a sudden sense of power as it brought further jerks from her body and greater moans sifting through her lips.
He pressed his thumbs farther apart pulling the ragged moist edges of the slit open further. His tongue traced a path up and down the full length searching out the wet hidden crevices between her legs. He gradually warmed to the task as he became more and more familiar with the tiny erogenous zones of her loins and felt her breathing increasing in intensity. His sense of power grew with the familiarity and he found himself teasing for a moment at a particular sensitive area, listening to her impatient mewling above him, then flicking his tongue forward at the last minute when he sensed she could wait no longer.
The groans and twisting increased until he pressed his head forward and thrust his tongue out lizard-like sinking it deep into the wet opening of her pussy. There was weird, soulful cry from her lips and then a slow, set grinding of her loins up against his face began. Her hands tangled tight in his hair, kept his face imprisoned between her rotating thighs as though held by steel bands.
His cock hardened on the cover below and his own loins began a slow thrusting against the spread, rubbing the full tortured length of his rising penis against the softness of the mattress. The tingling sensation rising in his own belly from the pressure against his cock and the sweet, soft odor of Susan's warm fleshy cunt grinding on his face, blotted out the fears he had had of leaving Carol alone downstairs. He had wanted to stay close to her to prevent a recurrence of last week but Thurman's wife had been so insistent on showing him the house and then of getting him into bed he didn't dare to refuse. He had promised Jordan he would have more accounts to follow Burns and didn't dare go back on his word. They had come to expect things of him at the bank and he had to produce now or else.
"Ooooh, move your tongue a little faster, darling," she purred again bringing his mind back to the task at present. He quickened his thrusts feeling her buttocks increasing their speed slightly.
"Put your hands under my ass and draw me closer, darling," she breathed heavily.
Bob slid his hands down from between her thighs and cupped them under the smooth rounded globes pulling her crotch up tighter into his face. He could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture forming against his cheeks on the edges of the soft pubic hair surrounding his lips. He nipped gently with his teeth into soft fleshy folds surrounding the widening hole and reveled in the tiny squeal it brought from her throat. He was enjoying this power he possessed over her and worked to show his complete domination of her every breath. His tongue slavered on and on in the moistness of her loins, increasing little by little in speed and depth until he had brought her to the point of absolute subjugation to the whims of his flicking tongue.
Then, as he licked and sucked between her yawning, open thighs like a hungry, mewling child he heard a sudden noise behind him in the darkness of the room. His first impulse was to raise his head and see what it was but the strength of her hands holding his face tight into her loins prevented him.
He heard the noise again, closer this time as though someone were struggling quietly on the bed next to them. The smoothness of naked skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited whispers. He closed his eyes and continued the thrusting of his tongue into Thurman's wife's cunt and then opened them again and tried to see through the darkness to the next bed. It was too dark and he closed them again, thinking why should he bother. It was probably some couple trying to find a place of their own. He hurried his sucking of her cunt hoping to satisfy her quickly as a sudden thought of Carol being alone downstairs with all those others crossed his mind. If they were dragging the women off to the bedrooms already she might be in trouble. He was not so certain she would resist it as hard this time either, from the strange things she had been saying all week, and he just couldn't bear to go through all that again. This is why he had allowed Thurman's wife to pull him off by himself so early in the evening. Now, he could get his duty over with before Carol got suspicious or got herself involved in something she couldn't handle again.
His thoughts were interrupted by a series of soulful gasps. It sounded like a woman in pain. He stopped for a moment, holding his breath. He wondered if he should continue but his question was answered by a tightening of Susan's fingers in his hair. His tongue snaked forward again into her soft, warm,, liquid depths as he heard a distinct female murmur followed by the sound of heavy male breathing. God, it was another couple and they were going to make love right next to them. They must have either drunk a lot, or been so fired up they couldn't hear, if they hadn't noticed he and Thurman's wife in the room before them.
"Oooooo, God," he heard in a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in the almost total silence of the darkness.
"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk…'
Thurman's voice followed in an equally soft murmur. "Oh God Randy, I want you to fuck me… fuck me… please… need it bad!"
Bob's tongue froze in Susan's cunt as he heard the familiar pleading voice of his own wife begging their host to fuck her in the next bed. He couldn't believe his ears for a moment until he was shocked back into reality by Susan's pleading shriek above him: "… keep sucking, Bob, lick it… don't stop!"
Her legs jerked out over his shoulders and her thighs wrapped around his head pulling his face back into her crotch wet and hard. His face flushed as he realized she had screamed his name and Carol would know. He sucked to keep her from screaming again and listened for some sign that she knew he was there and had pushed the man away… there was none… just the continued rustling of naked bodies against the mattress and the wet moist sounds of lips slavering out of control across soft bare flesh. Oh God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him but he didn't dare raise his head from Susan's wildly grinding buttocks to find out. She would shriek again and if Carol hadn't heard it last time she would the next. But anyway, she must know someone was here now. How could she do whatever she was doing knowing someone else was in the same room and listening to every sound she made?
He wished he could see them. Was she lying on top of him straddling him with her legs open? Was she completely naked or had she just lifted her dress up over her hips as Marsha had done to him when they were watching that movie? His tortured mind formed a thousand lewd obscene pictures of his wife lying in the darkness next to him with her dress pulled up over her hips and lying back on the mattress with her legs spread obscenely open while Randy Thurman plundered her soft, defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth. Or… was she haunched over him, her head bobbing up and down with his thick hard cock shoved into her clean, soft mouth. He groaned and pushed face as tight as he could into the warm moistness of Thurman's wife's pussy trying to drive from his mind the anguished thoughts. His tongue lashed at her like the eye of a storm building into a wild uncontrollable tempest that would suddenly erupt and devour them all… he sucked to hurt her like her husband was his own wife… he sucked to forget… to drive out the noise of blind, inhuman sounds beginning to erupt from Carol's tortured throat so close to him. She sang and crooned in an abandoned ecstasy that he had never been able to bring from her, that she had never accepted from him in all the times he had made love to her. At times he thought she was in pain and he bit cruelly into Susan for revenge, but at other times she cooed softly like a kitten being stroked into submission and he nibbled gently to return that being done to his wife as best he knew how.
God, he was getting excited. Excited from the wet sucking noises coming from Thurman's licking tongue as he plundered the very depths of Carol's hot steaming pussy. And suddenly, without realizing it, he forgot it was his wife, he forgot it was another man bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust contorted lips. It was just a woman, a hot passion-crazed woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a sexual coupling as old as time itself. He felt his cock throbbing and aching against the covers below, his testicles felt swollen and angry at their neglect and he could feel small droplets of cum begin oozing from the tip of his cock wetting the mattress beneath where it had rubbed. It jerked when suddenly he heard her cries and pleadings for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her. He moaned in piteous masochistic torture as Randy followed her screams and rammed his small fat finger deep into her unplundered and virginal anus.
And, she begged for more! He was sucking her!
He heard her murmuring obscene words, words he didn't know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal-like mutterings of passion from deep in her lungs. She groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustling of her naked skin against the bed as it twisted and turned beneath Thurman's licking tongue. He could picture her with her face wildly contorted in abandoned ecstasy, her body bent double with the toes of her feet touching the bed up over her shoulders, her loins presented up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.
And then, then she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal that was low and sharp and sounded as though he were killing her except that Bob knew he wasn't the was at the point of orgasm and the bed next to him groaned and creaked beneath her wild thrashing. The wet sucking noises coming from his wife's widespread and open crotch filled the room as Thurman licked and sucked her pussy faster and faster with his tireless lizard-like tongue.
Her heard her voice gasping, "Aaaah, Aaaaaaaaah," and then it trailed off to a small almost helpless cry of piteous whimpering as she moaned out her completion through her tortured lips.
Bob's body was tense, and he sucked harder against Thurman's wife's open loins trying to no avail to kill the furious aching desire building in his cock below as he heard his wife being debauched as she had never been debauched before.
He heard her breath deeply, a sigh escaping from far down inside her still heaving chest. She gave small occasional cries of further sensation as her teasing lover nipped for a moment longer at the still throbbing bud of her tiny erect clitoris.
There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy spent breathing coming from the other bed.
He listened intently to see if they would stop or go on to something else as equally dirty and sordid as the act they had just performed. His own sucking of Thurman's wife's cunt was forgotten now and he continued as an automaton. His interest was on the next bed and he had to hold himself back to keep from leaping the short distance between the two and raping his own wife where she lay. God, he wanted to fuck her now. He wanted to bring the same responses from her lips that Thurman had, he wanted to show her he could do it too and just as well.
There was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he could not make out drifted across in the silence. They were re-arranging themselves and he could hear the slight squeak of the bedsprings as someone moved and crawled about on the bed. Then, there was the audible sound of heavy, coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the second. He was whispering things that Bob could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Then suddenly, there was a gasp from Thurman's lips as though he were in sudden pain, his voice broke through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Bob could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.
"Ooooh God, your mouth is like butter."
Bob groaned into Susan's wet gyrating cunt and clenched his eyes tightly shut wishing to blot out the horrible picture forming in his mind of his wife's sweet virginal lips slipping obscenely down over Thurman's glistening, thick cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his face pressed tightly between another woman's thighs as his own beautiful, innocent wife sucked another man right on the next bed.
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard Thurman hiss through passion-clenched teeth. He jerked his head up, forcing it from Susan's clinging hands and tried to peer through the darkness. He could see nothing but his imagination ran wild, the low dim form of Carol haunched on all fours over Thurman's grinding loins with his cock buried deep in her mouth, emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it and low soft muffled mewls of pleasure drifted across the room from her cock-filled mouth.
Bob could stand no more. He had to fuck her. He had to participate in this lewd awful rape of her body, and it was rape, even if she didn't fight it, it had to be. She would never let herself be used in this way if it weren't. But even as he prayed that it was, further mewls of pleasure groaned from Carol's lips as the tempo of the wet sucking sounds she was making with her mouth increased.
"Don't leave me! Don't leave me, darling." Susan ground, fighting desperately with her hands to draw his head back down between her wide-spread thighs. But, Bob twisted away ignoring her pleas, the wet sucking noises Carol was making with her ovaled lips and the grunts of pleasure coming from Thurman's mouth as she labored over him were too much. Forgot ten was the account, forgotten was Jordan's possible anger if he lost it. He was a wild uncontrolled animal now that wanted nothing more than to ram his aching tortured cock into the girl next to him. He wanted to punish her as she was punishing him by her obscene submission to the man on the next bed. He rose from the end of the bed where his legs were hanging over the edge and half stumbled toward the sucking noises in the darkness. He banged his shin painfully against the corner of the bed but ignored it in his frenzy. He thrust his hands out in front of him feeling in the air toward the sounds and where he thought the end of the other bed should be.
There was an abrupt inhale of breath and the sucking noises stopped as his hands came into electrifying contact with soft swaying flesh. It stilled for a moment and then, with what he thought was a soft muffled laugh, began again. He probed experimentally with his fingers, digging them harshly into the flaccid giving skin. He found her backbone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over position she was kneeling in. He followed it slowly down toward her buttocks until he came into warm contact with the crevice of her ass. It was hanging right over the end of the bed and swaying high in the air, her knees wide-apart on the edge of the mattress. He moved around directly behind her running his hands over the smooth white cheeks of her soft buttocks. He could feel them quivering under his touch from the movement of her head below as she bobbed and twisted her face, her lips still locked tightly around Thurman's ever-growing prick.
Bob gritted his teeth, tiny droplets of sweat beginning to roll from his forehead and with his thumbs he drew the soft flexing crevice of her ass wide apart. He ran the middle finger of one hand down the entire length of it, feeling it still wet and open from Thurman's saliva and her own orgasmic fluids that had gushed so wildly from it a few moments before. He thrust his finger into her cunt, feeling her jerk slightly forward from the sudden invasion. A deeper mewl came from her throat but she did not let up with her sucking of Thurman's cock for an instant.
God, she's hot, ran through his mind and caused his already aching penis to throb again in anticipation of ramming it in between the beautifully shaped mounds of her buttocks. Again, the lewd thought of fucking Carol from behind while another man fucked into her mouth from the front overcame the shame and humiliation of her wanton submission to Thurman. He slipped his hand from her cunt and pried the full rounded moons wide apart and leaned forward. His prick made electrical contact with the soft sparse pubic hair covering the slim folds of tender young flesh which enfolded her vagina. He gasped, as he felt her hand reach back under her body, her fingers gently enfolding his thick shaft. She moved it up and down for a moment, parting the softness of the blonde pubic hair and then guided him gently forward. He let his hips move to the slight tug until with a sudden groan that began in the tips of his toes, the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.
Bob could hold back no longer, he threw back his head and rammed forward, his cock flooding into his kneeling wife like a great tide, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against her upturned ass. He could feel the white soft cheeks flattened out from the wide-split crevice towards her hips from the pressure he was exerting into her backside. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow wasp-like waist where it flared down into her broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.
A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound by the huge thick cock throbbing deep in her throat and she tried to squirm forward to escape the deep and sudden impalement of her wide-held pussy. She was held vice-like, skewered between Thurman's cock buried deep in her throat, and that of her own husband grinding deep into her upheld backside from the rear.
Thurman, lying beneath her, held her head trapped tightly between his hands, his legs splayed out wide on either side of her knees. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his rigid flesh was swallowed in her mouth. At the other end, Bob surged into her with long deep strokes into the wet throbbing slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as though she were being beaten with a whip.
Thurman's hand suddenly clenched above involuntarily from the spasms building in his body and the light switch he held in his hand closed with a click. The darkened room was without warning bathed in light from the lamp that flashed on by the side of the bed.
No one noticed it or cared.
Bob swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper from behind into Carol's stretched and open cunt and suddenly caught a side view of the lewd horrible scene in the huge mirror of the dresser that stood a few feet from the bed. He groaned in anger and frustration as the obscene picture of his wife being buffeted between the two of them in the subservient kneeling position she was in became clearer to his eyes. He could see Thurman's huge thick rod disappearing and re-appearing between her sucking fish-like lips, her long disheveled hair flowing down over her head to lie in a soft pool on his round, hair-covered belly. Her firm, white tits danced and shook below her heaving chest as though they had strings attached to the nipples and a puppet master quivered them from above.
On the other side, he could see Thurman's wife, Susan, watching them with her eyes opened wide and smoky from the effect the licentious sight was having on her. Her legs were spread loosely apart and drawn up in a crab-like position with three fingers of one hand thrust far down in her cunt. Her other hand massaged her own breasts in wild circular motions as she worked vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Carol's body impaled between Bob and her husband.
He wanted to cry, to scream and pull his wife's suddenly insatiable body from between them but he could not. His prick ached and throbbed inside her clasping pussy and he couldn't bear to pull it from the soft, tight, hot moistness. Instead, he watched hypnotized in the mirror as the tempo increased by the second.
Unconsciously, he began following the rhythm Thurman was setting with his merciless sawing in and out of her mouth. Wilder and wilder the two of them became, punishing Carol mercilessly between them. Their thick hoarse groans intermingled, Carol's muffled and muted from the fleshy rod stuffing the cavern of her mouth. She lolled limply between them, allowing herself to be used as they would, following their beat in the swirling of her tongue around Thurman's almost exploding cock.
And then it came!
A deep, half-human scream erupted from Thurman's throat and he locked his hands hard around the back of Carol's bobbing head, drawing it deep down on his rigidity until all Bob could see left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and glistening from his wife's wildly sucking lips. He watched in horrified awe as her throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hot, sticky fluid Thurman was spewing in her mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied, as she swallowed desperately to rid it of the flooding white sperm pulsating into it. God, he thought, the man must be a reservoir of sperm.
At the same time he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock inside her still-pulsating vagina and her juices begin to flow out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded cock and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.
She was cumming too, and groaned out her release as she continued her now uncontrolled gnawing on Thurman's deflating prick below. Bob clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his testicles begin to wildly erupt. His hot sperm spurted like a fire hose through the end of his driving cock and squirted wildly far up into Carol's palpitating vagina. In spite of the excitement of the moment, an obscene thought of his sperm mixing with that of an almost total stranger deep inside his wife's quivering belly sent chills of revulsion creeping through him. For a moment he hated her again and thrust his cock as deep as it would go as it spewed out its lewd load, he ground his pelvis around and dug the head deeper and deeper scraping the walls of her pussy without mercy. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end and tried to jerk forward to dislodge him from her now satiated cunt but he held her tight for a further moment looking down on the back of her head as she suddenly turned to the side. Thurman's thick, deflated prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin, sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp like a doll, held in place against Bob's loins only by the pressure of his hands at the juncture of her widespread thighs. He strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her and then released his hands as he felt his own prick begin deflating inside the wet, flooded hole of her crotch. She slithered forward and lay still across Thurman's loins and chest, her own legs still wide apart. He caught a last view of her wide stretched vagina between her open legs, wet and glistening in the light from the lamp before he fell to the side on the bed where Thurman's wife was still working herself with her own fingers into a frenzy. He had barely hit the mattress when she engulfed him in her arms and began pleading:
"Now me, now me!"
He could see Carol, her face still lying against Thurman's calmed belly smiling over at him, thin trails of his sperm still visible around her ruby red lips. Her victory was complete. She had hurt him with a vengeance.
Later, they did other things, wild, crazy positions with all of them on the same bed that he had never known existed with Thurman's wife directing like a master musician. To him, the evening faded into nothing but a wild tangled mass of thighs, breasts, and cunts. He was not always even certain whose it was, but took the offering without question. Why not, there wasn't much else in the world now. He knew, without question, that they had both passed the point of no return.