David Barnes grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and sank wearily onto a kitchen chair. Although the sun had set an hour ago and it was dark in the room, he didn't bother turning on the light. He just felt like relaxing in the shadows, unwinding from all the tension of his business trip. He'd been so anxious to get home that he'd taken an early flight. Trouble was, neither Chuck or Felicia had been there to greet him when he got to the house, and he was feeling a little lonely.
As he gazed out of the window onto the street, the street lamps came on, their harsh light softened by the moisture in the air.
Suddenly, a headlight stabbed into the dusk, startling David. Shifting his gaze in the direction of the approaching vehicle, he saw that it was Chuck's big white van. It pulled up in front of the house; then the. motor was cut and the lights turned off But the street lamp black lighted the two figures in the van so David could see them clearly.
He caught his breath when he saw Felicia reach for Chuck and press her lips to his, kissing him passionately. He could tell by the way she was moving that she was frenching him, stabbing her tongue deep into his mouth. And the boy was frenching her back, reaching under her halter and mauling her big tits.
David blinked his eyes and leaned forward so that his nose was pressed up against the kitchen window. He thought he must be dreaming, but as the action just kept getting hotter and heavier, he knew it was real. Now Felicia was wrapping her arms about Chuck's neck, moving her mouth to his ear, tonguing its inner curves and biting at the lobe.
David was so full of shock and rage that he could barely breathe. All the blood drained from his face. He felt like strangling them both, but he couldn't move he had to watch what happened next.
Now Chuck lowered his mouth to Felicia' s right tit, licking around and around the nipple, then pressing his lips to it, sucking hard. Felicia thrust her head back, her long dark hair snaking down her back. She put her hands behind the boy's head, twining her fingers in his bushy blond hair. And she pushed his head harder against her tits, trying to get him to take more and more of her tit-flesh into his mouth.
Chuck crawled forward, forcing her back, so she was lying on the seat. Now he lowered himself onto her, puffing his pants and shorts down past his thighs. All David could see was Chuck's bare ass above the dashboard, pumping furiously.
The fucking went on for five minutes, Chuck's ass flexing and grinding in a steady rhythm. Then he reared back, raising his head so it came back into David's line of vision, an expression of raw lust on his face. His round, muscular ass buns hung poised and shuddering for a moment, and then they disappeared from view as Chuck fucked in deep, collapsing on top of his mother.
Trembling with rage, David got up, his fists clenched, a vein pulsing in his forehead. But just as he got ready to march outside and burst upon them, Felicia tore herself away from Chuck. David could see that she was talking rapidly, that Chuck was nodding his head in agreement. Then they straightened their clothing, gathered up some objects in the van, and opened the doors, hopping down to the pavement and heading toward the house.
David tried to compose himself as they came up the walk. He mussed his hair so that it looked like he'd been sleeping; then he walked out into the hail and turned on the outside light. He could hear Chuck put the key in the lock, opening the door, and then there they were, inside.
Felicia looked surprised when she saw David standing in the hail, his arms folded across his chest. "Darling!" she said, recovering quickly, smiling broadly at him. "How was your trip?"
"I got things straightened out," David said, eyeing her coldly. "Got back late this afternoon. Decided to take a nap."
"Sorry we woke you up. Are you hungry? Shall I fix you some dinner?"
"No. Where were you two, by the way?" His voice sounded too curt, too angry, and he realized that if he didn't quickly change his tone, she might guess that he knew what she'd been up to.
Felicia's smile sagged at the corners. "Oh, Chuckie and I went up to the cabin for the day. I was dying to get away for awhile, and I didn't want to go alone."
"That was nice of you, Chuck," David said, gazing at the boy as if he were seeing him for the first time.
Chuck lowered his eyes, stuck his hands in his pockets. "Uh, no big deal. We had a real good time did some swimming."
David nodded, then briskly changed the subject. "Now that I'm up, I think I'm going to go into the den and get a little paperwork done. See you all later." He turned and strode toward the other end of the house.
Chuck looked up at Felicia, panic in his eyes. "Don't worry," she purred. "He doesn't suspect."
She left him standing there and walked into her bedroom, where she quickly stripped out of her clothes. Then she examined herself closely in front of the full-length mirror for any telltale signs that she and Chuck had spent the better part of the day fucking their brains out.
She smoothed her hands over her lush body, searching out all the little bumps and bruises.
She discovered a small hickey on her neck underneath her ear, but she could easily hide that with her hair. And her left nipple had a small, shallow cut in it, where Chuck had bit too hard. It wasn't noticeable, although it hurt a little.
But as she gently pushed the cunt hair away from her labes to inspect her sore pussy, she could see how red and swollen they were. And her clit looked bruised and battered, too. She tweaked it, shuddering at the sensation of pain and pleasure that pumped through it. Jizz and cunt cream oozed from deep inside her and dribbled to the carpet.
That would never do. There must be no trace of Chuck's jizz on her. Suppose David tried to fuck her that evening' and discovered that she had a cuntful of another man's jism? She shuddered just thinking of what he might do.
She went into the bathroom and prepared herself a douche, hanging the pink water-filled plastic pouch from the top of the shower and connecting the syringe to the tubing that ran from it. Then, sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, she slipped the syringe in past her sleek thighs and into her cunt.
She squirmed a little on the seat as she felt the cool plastic syringe sliding into her cunt and the warm water begin to spray against her inner pussy flesh. It felt good to have something in her cunt, even if it was just a skinny little syringe. Douching soothed and excited her at the same time, and, brushing her finger against her overworked clit, she closed her eyes and began grinding her ass on the toilet seat, gently flexing her cunt muscles around the embedded syringe.
"Ooooh," she sighed as the water jetted deep into her cunt in sharp little bursts.
She grabbed onto the end of the syringe and began moving it up and down so that the nozzle pressed into sensitive spots in her pussy. Her heart fluttered and her ass contracted hard as the nozzle and spraying water aroused hundreds of nerves deep inside her pussy.
"Yes, oh yes, oh yes," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering. Her finger never strayed from her hard, vibrating clit and as she pressed down on it, hot, prickly sensations jetted through her little fuck button to all parts of her body.
Soon, she was rocking back and forth on the toilet seat, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, building toward a gut-wrenching orgasm.
"Aaaaie!" she cried when she reached the peak. Her cunt muscles contracted so hard around the plastic syringe, that it felt as if it would break in two. Warm water gushed against the end of her cunt tunnel mixing with the thick, creamy cunt juice that was pouring from her slick cunt flesh.
As she humped and mewed and gasped with pleasure, she was overtaken by a lewd desire, and she didn't hesitate to act on it. Grabbing the handle of the syringe, she pulled it from her foaming cunt with a great pop, and moving it underneath her to her ass, she pressed the blunt head of the syringe against her pulsing asshole.
"Eeek!" she yipped as the hard plastic nozzle pressed against her sensitive ass muscles. But she was so weak and tired from the orgasm that she just had, that her ass muscles didn't put up much resistance to the steady pressure of the syringe.
With mixed pleasure and pain, Felicia shuddered as she pushed the instrument up into her tender bung. Her ass chute was still sore from where Chuck had fucked her, and she winced as the plastic rubbed up against the bruised walls of her ass tunnel.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she groaned at last, when the syringe was up to the hilt, the blunt head pressing against her bowels. Slowly,. she began rotating it around her ass, and the pain sharp at first began to fade away as thrilling sensations of pleasure replaced it.
She bent forward, resting her check on her knees so she could pull her ass up and give herself more leverage to jab the nozzle straight into her bung. Back and forth she pistoned her ass, bumping the toilet tank with her elbow, starting a hard and fast flick rhythm. Her eyelids fluttered over sightless eyes, her heart pounded in her chest, and her cunt began to churn and pulse in time with her battered ass.
She could barely breathe, so strained was every muscle in her body. And just as she felt another orgasm approaching, Felicia reached up and squeezed the douche bag savagely, sending the last of the water spurting up her ass.
"Aaaaah! Aaaah!" she cried, as the stinging rain slashed into her ass flesh and her whole body shook with the force of her climax. Her guts twisted into a knot, and it felt as if she were falling, falling at a tremendous speed.
When it was over at last, she didn't move but sat there panting on the can, the syringe still sticking out lewdly from between her round white asscheeks.
It looked like any container you might pick up at the drug store, but David had bought it at a sex shoe on Second Avenue. He had planned on using its contents on a snappy redheaded call girl he had fucked several weeks back. The girl seemed game for just about anything, and he'd always fantasized about giving a woman Spanish fly and seeing if it would really turn her into a crazed sex maniac.
He would never have thought of experimenting on his wife that way. He loved her too much for that. But now that she had committed this filthy crime against him, she'd have to pay.
He dumped the flakes of shiny, rainbow colored Spanish fly into a small pot, poured milk over it, and began heating it over the stove. When it was just about to boil, he added cocoa mix. Then he poured the whole, lot into Felicia's favorite mug, which he carried back into the bedroom.
By this time, Felicia was sifting on the bed, brushing out her glossy dark hair. After she had douched, she had showered and then dressed herself in one of her least flattering nightgowns, hoping this would keep David from coming on to her.
"For me?" she said, smiling sweetly when he entered the room. "How thoughtful, dear." She took the mug from him and sipped the cocoa slowly, while he took off his robe and climbed into bed beside her. When she finished, she set the mug on the bedside table, flicked off the light and slid deep under the covers, turning her back toward David.
Clumsily, he reached under her nightgown and laid his hands on her cunt mound. But she gently pushed his hand away and whispered softly: "Not tonight, dear. I'm very, very tired."
Felicia fell asleep immediately. But about an hour later, she awoke in a sweat, her hair damp and tangled, her legs trembling. The throbbing in her clit was becoming unbearable that, and the violent contractions in her cunt.
Her nightgown had ridden up past her thighs, giving her easy access to her feverish cunt, and she moved her hand down through her thick, matted cunt hair, easily sliding two fingers of her right hand into her frothing fuckhole while she squeezed and pulled at her cit with her left.
After only a few moments of finger-fucking, she felt the first stirrings of orgasm, and with a wild wrenching of her slippery cunt, she brought herself off so hard that her entire body shook and spasmed with the powerful release.
But to her amazement, when the ecstasy of her come had passed, her clit and cunt burned even more with the need for satisfaction. The itching, the little shocks of sensation within her cunt and cut were like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She glanced at her husband, who lay motionless beside her, and she was tempted to wake him with a blow job, so he could fuck her. But she knew very well how exhausted he was after his trip to Chicago, and it would be cruel to interrupt the first good night's sleep he'd had in three days. There was simply no choice; she'd have to jack herself off hard.
"Ungh!" she grunted, turning on her side away from David, bunching herself into a little ball. She squeezed her thighs together and, exerting maximum pressure, once again pistoned her fingers in and out of her cunt. This time, she bent her fingers so that her nails dug into her inner cunt flesh.
She was sweating hard, her breathing coming in sharp, raspy gasps, her body quivering so that the whole bed shook.
"Ah, God!" she gasped, rocking feverishly as a searing climax burned through her cunt and clit and ravaged her guts. She closed her eyes tightly, but behind those closed lids, she was bombarded by what looked like a storm of red and orange sparks. They were the color of fire, and that seemed fitting to her since it felt as if a flame were burning in her cunt. No sooner had the relief of her climax faded, then she felt an urge to fuck again.
"Can I join the party?"
Immediately, Felicia stiffened, her finger frozen above her hairy cunt. She was ashamed that David had caught her in the act of jacking off.
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"Well do you wanna get laid?" He reached over her shoulder, cupping one gorgeous tit in his hand.
He didn't wait for her to answer, but pressed his body against hers, so her smooth, hot ass molded perfectly against his belly and thighs. His hard-on pulsed along her ass crack.
The feel of David's flesh against hers aroused Felicia wildly. Cunt juice flowed rapidly from her pulsing cunt, trickling down her thighs, its sharp aroma filling the air.
She twitched with spectacular, electric-like jolts of excitement each time she felt the hammering of his stiff prick against the sweaty cleft between her ass buns.
"Oh, God, baby! I need you so bad!" Felicia moaned. She had not left off diddling her cunt, and now she reached back and grasped her husband's thick, rubbery cock, delighting in the heft of it in her palm. Then she slid her fingers along her slippery slit and held open her two fat cunt labes so she could get the tip of David's cock more easily into her pulsing cunt.
When she felt his knob pressed firmly into her fuckhole, she groaned with pleasure, her eyeballs rolling up in their sockets, her nipples so long and hard with arousal, they pointed out stiffly, like little daggers.
She waited for David to thrust forward, ramming the length of his rigid cock deep into her cunt, but when he merely continued to tease her by rubbing the head of his prick up and down her slick pussy gash, she took matters into her own hands, pushing back onto his amazing prick, impaling herself to the hilt.
She wailed like a siren as another chain of orgasms ripped through her guts.
"Jesus! God, help me!" she cried, clutching and tearing at the sheets in a frenzy of ecstasy.
David could hardly believe how tightly her cunt was clasping his thick, throbbing prick. But he knew that the Spanish fly would last all night long, and if he shot his wad now, he'd be needlessly cutting things short.
He gritted his teeth, holding back the surging, roiling mass of jism that threatened to burst from his full, tight balls up through his shaft and into Felicia's supple cunt.
Felicia, barely recovered from the last orgasm, began to squirm and buck now. Holding onto the side of the mattress for leverage, she pulled herself forward so that only the head of David's cock clogged her cunt hole. Then she shoved backward, delighted by the way her husband's prickmeat pushed against the elastic walls of her pussy, the head jarring against the end of her cunt tunnel, shaking up her guts.
"Oh, David! Fuck me!" she cried. "Give it to me!"
David, feeling himself once again master of the situation, reared up, grasping Felicia tightly at the hips. And all at once, he charged forward, slicing into her hard, his prick head slamming against the narrow tunnel leading to her womb.
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"Sh-shit!" Felicia groaned, tears to flow down her cheeks as the violent thrust sent scores of sharp-edged sensations through her body. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
David reared back again, unsheathing his cock completely, and Felicia groaned as she felt her cunt completely emptied of all that fabulous prick meat. Swiftly, David re-aimed his enormous prick, and with another mighty lunge, shafted his wife to the hilt.
She bucked forward, pressing her right fit hard into the mattress, grabbing onto the edge. This last assault set her up for yet another orgasm, and, reaching down and mashing her clit against her groin, she set it off
"Oh my God!" she wailed, the tears now streaming down her face. The contractions of her cunt were so tremendous, they pushed David's cock right out of its warm hiding place in her fight cunt.
Shuddering, close to the edge of his own orgasm, David grabbed his prick at the root and watched wide-eyed as his wife suffered through a storm of sensations, her lovely body shuddering as spasm after spasm of orgasm ripped through her.
At last, she seemed to quiet down a little, the twitching and wrenching becoming less violent. She turned over on her back and let her head rest on its side, so that she was facing him.
"Thank… thank you, darling!" she gasped.
Though the light was dim, David could make out the tired smile on her face, the look of contentment. But this did not last long. He was fascinated by the way the hunger and need slowly began to creep back into her. And her body, which had come to be still for a few minutes, was now beginning to move at the hips, twitch at the thighs. The nipples, which had softened, grew hard again, pointing straight toward the ceiling.
"You want it again, don't you?" David rasped, reaching out and tweaking one nipple.
She yipped in surprise and pleasure, squeezing her thighs together. She nodded, not looking him in the face. Her lust was embarrassing her now. It wasn't normal. He would think her a maniac.
But he only smiled, and rolling onto his back, nudged her gently. "Get on top this time, babe. I'm going to ream you out."
Relieved, Felicia scrambled up onto her knees and then straddled her husband's hips, leaning over him, her forearms on either side of his biceps, her tits dangling over his chest, the nipples lightly pricking his flesh. She could feel his erect cock behind her. When she moved back, the head nudged her ass, sending shivers of delight up her spine.
The wild hot need for stimulation once again took her over, and she couldn't fight it, especially when there was such a gorgeous cock available. Again, she reached back behind her and grabbed her husband's huge prick. It was slick with her cunt juices, and feeling it in her hand, so powerful, so huge, caused her heart to flutter. Her cunt contracted violently, spurting cunt juice onto David's groin.
How she needed to feel that monster rammed up her pussy! So, holding firmly to it, she lifted up her ass, revealing her reddened cunt. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the pillar of cock flesh.
Feeling his prick slide into her cunt, she exhaled slowly. It was such a marvelous position. It made her cunt feel fuller than before, and it allowed her to rub her clit hard against David's groin. She flexed her cunt muscles and with a thrill, felt her husband respond to her.
"Oh God!" she gasped, flexing once more. Then she let go gently, moving forward, so that his prick slipped free, only the head remaining inside. Leaning down, she brushed her tits across his chin. "Suck them, David! Please!"
With a sly smile, he pursed his lips against one taut nipple and sucked it into his mouth, Felicia cried with pleasure, delighting in the way he nipped at the sensitive bud, then licked it. He was a master of tit-sucking.
When he let the nipple slip from his mouth and started for the other one, she raised herself up and out of reach and slid back onto his prick till it was rammed into her up to the balls. She kept her groin pressed to her husband's, her cunt labes spread wide apart so her clit could get rubbed raw.
She knew that she wouldn't last long that she would soon have another powerful orgasm, and then another. And where would it all end? If she kept up this pace, she'd kill herself. But she simply couldn't help it. It was out of her hands.
She could feel David's prick throbbing wildly inside her, and she contracted and released the muscles all along her cunt, so they rippled up and down his cock.
Just when he felt he could take it no longer and must shoot a fiery load of jizz into his wife's cunt, she let her muscles relax and slid forward again, dangling her full tits in his face. Each time he raised his head to suck a nipple in his mouth, she swung away, her tits bobbing out of reach.
The sudden playfulness of hers right in the middle of all the frenzied fucking, excited him, and he could feel his balls quivering in their fight, leathery sac against the root of his cock.
"Cunt!" he groaned, lurching upward to get hold of her tit. She whimpered and gasped when, missing her nipple, he sank his teeth into her soft creamy tit flesh.
He was delirious with the, taste and smell. of her flesh, sucking on it, leaving large red weals all over the smooth white skin.
The pain caused Felicia to grow even more aroused, and though she struggled against him, she didn't struggle hard enough to get him to let go of her tender tit-flesh. That was just what she didn't want. With each movement she made, she was careful that her cut rubbed hard against David's groin.
It was a glorious fuck. Her clit vibrated faster than ever, and her cunt pulsed with need. Each time he sucked hard on her sensitive skin, causing her pain, the pain would travel to all parts of her body, gradually changing into pleasure.
"S-stop, David! Stop!" she cried at last, her whole body shuddering so violently that she felt as if she would shatter into a thousand pieces.
David let go of her tit, and as she slid back onto his cock, a powerful orgasm slammed through her. She saw lights, heard bells, thought maybe she was dying.
Then she felt the hot sticky jizz pouring into her poor, tortured mint, and she was pulled back, back to the present. David's eyes were closed, and his breathing was raspy and uneven. He was hot and sweaty, and she could feel.his heart thumping hard through his chest. How good of him to satisfy me, Felicia thought, looking down lovingly at him, kissing him gently on his parched lips.
Her tits were beginning to ache now from the rough treatment he had given them, and as she thought about the violence of their fucking and the incredible pleasure it had given her, she could hardly believe that it hadn't all been a dream. Something very peculiar was going on something not entirely healthy, although at the moment, she was enjoying herself. But what was she doing to her body? What was she doing to David?
He had opened his eyes now and was looking at her. He grunted as his prick, soft and shrunken, slid from her cunt, leaving a trail of cum and cunt juice.
Slowly, gently, she raised herself off of him and rolled onto her back next to him. "Thank you, darling," she sighed, reaching for the covers, drawing them over them both.
David reached over and cupped his hand over her cunt mound. It was something he often did when they were about to fall asleep. And usually, Felicia sighed, pressed her hand over his and settled down for the night. But not tonight. As soon as she felt his hand against her feverish pussy, a tremendous shock of excitement raced through her.
She moaned unhappily. Oh no! she thought to herself. This is becoming too much of a good thing. I'm exhausted, but my cunt still wants more, more, more!
David felt the sudden twitching that began in her dark musky cunt and extended down her legs and up her belly. She was still turned on, still ready for more! The Spanish fly was just as strong as the man at the sex shop had told him it would be!
He sighed. He wasn't mad at her anymore for fucking Chuck. In the past hour, while they'd been fucking their brains out, he realized that he really couldn't blame her for what she'd done. She was a sexy lady, and their son had grown into a handsome stud.
So what to do now? He didn't have the heart to leave her unsatisfied with all that Spanish fly circulating through her body. The only remedy was for him to diddle her cut and suck her pussy till she finally fell asleep.
"Oooooh, David!" Felicia sighed when she felt him crawl between her legs and lap up her gooey cunt-slit. The night was still young.