There was no way Crystal could stop her orgasm. She had to grunt and whine and clip on Fred's cock to the ultimate expenditure of her sex treasure. Nor could Fred stop his body processes. He gripped his young female and just let his cock shoot out thick, hot darts of cum until his explosive reservoir had fully emptied, even as his wife stared down at the outrageous scene on the bed.
After the first shriek of agony, Sylvia settled down to deadly menacing words.
"Well, Fred – Well, Crystal. I see you've discovered each other… behind my back!"
"Now, Sylvia," said Fred. "Take it easy."
He pulled off the girl. The juices of sex inundated his still hard, red and fussed-looking prick. There were ropes of sperm on his grayed pubic hairs and a wet smear on his lower belly. Crystal's luscious abdomen also simmered with the warm gloss of the finished lovemaking.
Sylvia glowered at Fred, her face writhing into a bitch fury.
"You sonofabitch!" she cried. "I'll kill you."
She started for him. Fred gave an inarticulate cry, leaped from the bed, and fled to the other room, followed by Sylvia shrieking and clawing at him.
Crystal lay as she had been left, her body positively glowing from the rich return to the happy world of sex. Her spirits sank into the blackest gloom. She had really torn it now. She genuinely liked Sylvia – the fact that Sylvia cheated did not excuse her. She had also ruined the one best chance she had to work a deft computer game to win the money she needed so badly.
She would have to face Sylvia. She knew it. She lay there listening to the sounds of verbal combat from the other room. Presently they quieted. She continued to lay in her discovered bed of adultery without moving. Nothing, nothing at all, came into her mind as something that she could offer to Sylvia.
At last it was quiet in the other room. Long minutes went by. For a while she hoped that the two would fight it out and leave so she wouldn't have to face Sylvia. But that was too much to expect. She heard murmurs. Once she thought she heard a low laugh, but that was impossible.
She closed her eyes, folded her arms, and rocked herself in silent misery. Her hot little cunt had finally done her a great deal of harm…
She opened her eyes. Sylvia stood at the side of the bed. Sylvia was stark naked!
"Suh – Sylvia!" Crystal gasped.
"Well, now, dear. You really had your fun with my husband's cock, didn't you?"
"I thought you might have a very hot little cunt," said Sylvia. Her eyes glittered and there was a menace in her look. Even a dark, savage amusement.
Crystal couldn't help staring at Sylvia's nude body. The woman was much better looking than she'd imagined from seeing her in clothes. Her face had the sexual intensity, enhanced by the nudity. Her breasts were small but well-shaped and her nipples were very, very hard. Her skin was almost flawless, her belly firm, and her cunt a startling pink under dark pubic hairs. Her thighs and legs were elegant.
"I – you're naked!" said Crystal.
"So are you," said Sylvia.
The older woman sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hand down Crystal's smooth skin. She traced a finger over the drying love juices.
"You know, dear," said Sylvia, "it's not a good policy to go around fucking the husbands of your friends."
"I – I'm sooo sorry. We were just talking, and…"
"And Fred made a leap – right into your cunt. Why not? It's one of the loveliest little boxes in the city. Now you have to pay the price."
"P-p-price?" quavered Crystal.
The naked Sylvia came gliding over Crystal's body like a sinuous snake, her warm flesh whispering against the younger girl.
"You've fucked Fred. Now I have to fuck you," said Sylvia.
"No!" cried Crystal in automatic rejection.
Sylvia laughed a devilish, lascivious laugh.
"Oh, yes!"
She held the blonde's head and stared into Crystal's frightened eyes. Then slowly, evilly, she brought her own head forward and locked her lips on Crystal's. A powerful tongue drove open Crystal's lips and there was fierce suction. Crystal felt her tongue slip out of her mouth in that overpowering suction. Sylvia sank her teeth into the meat of Crystal's tongue. She ate the helpless organ as if it were a morsel from a Goddess, paying no attention to Crystal's moans of pain. It hurt to have her tongue chewed like this.
"You little bitch. I'm crazy to fuck you," said Sylvia. "You've got it all. Face, tits, cunt, ass."
"Mwrrawwrrr." Shrieked Crystal.
This new Sylvia shocked her. She finally managed to pull her tongue free.
"Thath a thilly thing to do, Thylvia," she moaned, half-crying from the pain and the shame. Her tongue hurt!
Sylvia lowered her head and began to eat Crystal's big breasts, which were still fussed from Fred's hot usage. "Mmmmmmmm." Crystal jerked and gasped at the sweet rushes of sex. She was still hot from the fuck.
"Don't! Oh, don't!"
"Got to! You're built like a million dollars," laughed Sylvia. Her face flushed with desire as she fondled the big globes and dabbed at the hard nipples with her tongue.
"Ohhhh, Sylvia," whined Crystal.
"Your own fault, remember!"
The spearing tongue went on down Crystal's belly. Lesbian? No way. Sylvia had to be bi-sexual or Sydney would've reported to Crystal… Crystal was sure that hot tongue would have to stop soon. There was a mess down below.
Sylvia dove her mouth on Crystal's cunt. Crystal felt the hair on the back of her neck rise in horror. The dark-haired woman lapped those sex juices from her belly and thighs like a cat crazy to lap up cream.
Burning, intense eyes lifted to stare into Crystal's.
"You're shocked? Baby, I have to take back the jizz you stole from me. I always do that."
Crystal lay there paralyzed with the kinkiness of that statement. If she had any doubts as to Sylvia's sincerity they ended right then. Sylvia spread her cunt lips and began to eat and suck on the sex organ that Fred had just used, retrieving the hot male juice from Crystal's box.
"Oh, aahhh!"
It thrilled Crystal half out of her mind to feel Sylvia take back her husband's jissum at the same time she gave Crystal a luscious cunt suck.
"Ahhh,ohhh, Sylvia!" she cried.
"Mmmmmmmmm."
In thirty seconds Crystal was back to her point of orgasm, hot and ready, reaming her loins against the scorching tongue. Sylvia laid a heavy demand trip on Crystal's clit and she had to arch up.
"That's right, dear," said the controlling woman. "Open your sweet little box. Let's have it all. Don't hold any of it back. I want it all!"
"Ahhh, Sylvia. This is cra-zeeeeee," Crystal gasped. She thrust rapidly now, her belly heating and flashing fierce sex signals throughout her body. That dragging, demanding tongue, expertly used, turned her into a cunt slave of the other.
Sylvia used a long finger to beckon down from the deep tunnel more of the spent male liquor – and to stroke luscious delight into Crystal at the same time.
"Ahhh, soo good!" she cried, smacking her lips.
"You-you-you – fucking meeee," gasped Crystal, wide-eyed and hot, humping on the fox-like features.
Strong female fingers dug into Crystal's flesh as Sylvia reveled in her sex power. Her hand on the belly moved the skin and opened up more cunt to be eaten. Crystal moaned in ecstasy. She was being scoured out by an expert, along with receiving the most luscious cunt reaming a tongue had ever given her. She realized with a spike of new wild pleasure that this woman had probably drunk Fred's spunk from more than one contrite female. Talk about your looney sex trips! But that made it even hotter.
"I ca-can't believe this!" gasped Crystal.
"Honey, I go crazy to suck off the cunts of Fred's girl friends."
"Wha – what does F-F-Fred think of all – oh, oh – this?"
"Oh," said Sylvia, "he sucks me when some man has planted a load in my belly."
"What?"
"Surely. I could never be a lesbian, woman to woman. He could never be gay. This way we get the best of both worlds!"
"Oh, my God," moaned Crystal.
She humped right up to wildness, driven by Sylvia's hot action. Her cunt was sparkling clean now, scoured of every drop of Fred's deposit. So were her lower belly, her pubic hairs, and her thighs. But the pleasure of that suck, expertly given, drove Crystal right out of her mind.
"Ahhh, Sylvia," whined Crystal. "You're taaaaaking meeeee."
"Ride it off, hot bitch. Take it. Give it up."
"Ahhhhhh, yesssss," cried Crystal.
She arched up, heart pounding, eyes glazing. She hung in space, curiously wanting to defeat the demanding tongue that pulled her sex treasure right out of her belly. But Sylvia made a laugh sound in her throat and rode Crystal's clit unmercifully.
The blonde girl gave a shriek of pleasure and surrendered to her, her cunt clipping and quaking in rich, helpless spasms of golden delight. She spent and spent for the wounding tongue, unable to hold anything back, pleasing Sylvia with the complete tribute of her luscious young body.
"Oh, Sill – vee – yuh!" Crystal went, collapsing, lifting, jerking, losing it all to the woman who held her belly firmly and milked her off as if she were a silly, helpless child. Her orgasm was as hot as in the one Fred's cock had reamed out of her…
Afterwards, Fred came into the room and the Ritters tucked the exhausted Crystal into bed and left. Dozing already, Crystal heard their departing words.
"But, Sylvia, why were you so mad at me when you first came in?"
"You tried to sneak one past me, you bastard," said Sylvia. "You thought you could plant it in that girl and leave it. That I wouldn't find out. That's adultery!"
Crystal couldn't help but smile.
Across the street in Gunnar Strand's apartment that same night, Leaf Campbell started to go out the door. Gunnar caught her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Her eyes showed whites of fear.
"Out – to shop, Gunnar."
"Sunday night?"
"Sure. There're always stores open. I don't get any chance during the week. It's either my job at the bank,. or going out with Mr. Hunt or Mr. Weber, or somebody else. Last night I got in at five a.m."
"You're not going out to shop. It's that prick, young Fellows, the window teller, isn't it? You're meeting – him. He's a nothing, a poor salary slob – and you can't wait to go meet him."
Leaf licked her lips and tears came to her eyes. She could never lie to Gunnar.
"Gunnar, I do all you want. I screw these old guys and work at my job to bring you stuff you're not supposed to have…"
Whap! Her face stung from his slap.
"You know why I don't want you seeing young Fellows? Not because he's bad for you. He is, baby. He'll screw you, marry you, fill your belly with kids, dump you in some dirty-walled apartment and go off to football games alone, yammering about how stupid wives are. From him you get poverty, dull conversation, ugly relatives and two week vacations in the Adirondacks for the rest of your life."
"Gunnar, he hasn't…"
"I don't care about that, you stupid kid. When we've finished our project, you can fuck up your life with any thick-headed asshole you can find. You'll pick a loser, I know that."
"Gunnar…"
"What, I worry about is love's little confidences. 'What does this guy you live with do?' he asks. 'Oh, he fools with the computer for the bank,' you reply. 'No,' he says, 'come on, tell me the real lowdown. What does he REALLY do with 'the computer?' So – with love shining in your stupid eyes, you blurt out everything we do and swear him to secrecy. I get the FBI on my doorstep."
"Oh, Gunnar, I would never…"
He grabbed her by the wrist and walked her back into the living room. He sat her down roughly by the telephone.
"Get him on the horn. Tell him you can't come out tonight. Poppa won't let you."
"Ohhh, Gunnar, whyyy?" Her eyes filled with tears again.
Gunnar stared down at Leaf and knew that he could only tell her a part of the reason. It was true that he feared her saying the wrong thing to the young guy she'd taken up with. It was also true that he was hungry for sex and the incredible fact was – he hadn't fucked her.
Since the night he'd forced anal sex on her, he'd only touched her once – another anal trip because the first was so good. The rest of the time he refrained, because he wanted her putting out for Hunt, Weber and the other executives, not him. It drove him crazy to think of her giving it up to a lead-brained punk kid who meant nothing to the project. Better he should have it!
She argued, she pled, she wept. In the end, she had to call young Fellows and break her date. Gunnar was in one of his moods, she realized, and when he got like this there was nothing you could do.
He walked her into the bedroom and began to take off her clothes. She tried to stop him.
"Gunnar, I love what you do to my rear, but it always leaves me aching the next day. Maybe we shouldn't do it tonight."
"Who said anything about your rear?"
She stared at him in surprise.
"You want something else?"
He pulled down her slacks, peeling off her panties along with them. He dug his fingers in between her legs, making her jump, gasp and walk up on her toes as those threatening fingers tried to get inside her body.
"How about plain old front side sex, Leaf? We haven't tried that yet. And since you're putting it out to every nothing young guy who works at the bank…"
"Gunnar, uuuuuuuuu."
He made her take fingers standing up and she became wet suddenly. He pushed her back on the bed and got her pants and panties off the rest of the way. Tears came to her eyes.
"Gunnar, why do men use me like this? Grab me and ram things between my legs to get me excited and give up sex. They don't do this to other women."
"Because, baby, there's something about your body, face and manner that screams 'Fuck me!' Don't blame the guys. I've seen it happen a hundred times. You walk into that bank office and every male who sees you says to himself 'That's a sure fuck. Good-looking, too.'"
"No, Gunnar – I'm not like that at all."
He took pity on her.
"Leaf, I know you don't want to be. Still, when you walk you have a wounded, hungry look, like you can't possibly get across the room unless somebody shoves a stiff prick into you belly real quick. If you were ugly, you wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunately, you're damned good-looking."
"You and Crystal were going to help me out with this."
"We will. How do you pay us back? With money on your salary? Come on."
He'd undressed by now and climbed on the bed.
"Aren't you even going to take off all my clothes first. Oh, Dammit, I won't be used by men like this."
She jerked away from him and went for the door. He was already hard. Her resistance made her twice as sexy. It was weak; it was ineffectual; but it lifted her out of the cow woman class.
He caught her at the door, spread her legs, and fucked up into her cunt, which was hot, wet and slick. Part of her problem was that she got hot, wet and slick between her legs as soon as a man touched her.
He drove his cock up her cunt with savage, delicious thrusts, reveling in the slick tight sheath that gave such good friction.
"Oh, baby, ohhh. You are a luscious fuck."
"Gunarrrrrr," she wailed.
He had planned to ream her a little, holding her soft body against the door jamb to cow her and then enjoy the rest of the fuck on the comfort of the bed. She was surprisingly sexy. She was almost as good as the incredible Crystal. He realized that he'd exercised great restraint in not plugging her before this. Many a day, at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, he'd had a sudden letch to fuck her, but was always too busy.
Tonight he wasn't too busy. His lust flamed out so that he didn't even want to stop long enough to take her over to the bed. He rammed his stiff prick up into her body with hot, fast thrusts, holding her by the ass so the angle was good, savoring the hot action that crazed him.
"Gunnar… we ought to… oh, do we h-h-h-have to do it… like this?"
Her eyes were big as saucers. Gunnar terrified her. She was in love with him as well as in awe of him and not sure which came first. Of course, she was a little in love with lots of men, yet even as she protested her near-rape she was proud that Gunnar wanted to get it off in her.
In the time they'd been together he'd only seemed interested in her ass, which embarrassed her even when she enjoyed the anal sex. Tonight told her that he wanted to make a baby in her, so that made loving Gunnar okay.
"This is weird – my legs tired," she confessed.
She sighed happily as the strong cock whipped in and out of her. It was true that she enjoyed sex a lot. She could never understand why people made such a fuss about it, when every human body came equipped with pleasure nerves that you could hardly wear out.
Gunnar lifted her legs around his waist – giving her deeper penetration.
"Oh, my God."
Gunnar expected to be able to bring her along fairly easily. You could tell by looking at her that she'd quickly melt around a stiff, determined prick. He hadn't expected to score on her this fast. Astonished, he increased his pace.
"Laying it… into yu… baby. give up… your cunt."
"Ahh, Gunnar. Oh, Oh, Oh."
It was real, all right. She could fake sounds but couldn't fake those deep down pulsations of her sex nerves as she swept to early orgasm and clipped on his cock.
Nothing pleased a man more in sex than conquest of the female, making her cum fairly quickly. It meant that he made her super hot and she wanted to give up her body to him in ecstasy. Some cunts were fairly stubborn and exhausted a man, or creamed him before quaking. Some never came, no matter what.
Leaf was certainly at the other end of this scale. Gunnar realized with astonishment that no matter how quick the guy, this luscious female would always beat him to orgasm, even if the guy could only hold on for thirty seconds. Fantastic.
Leaf's head lolled lasciviously, eyes dazed, as her soft belly went tense and she gave his cock spasm after spasm…
Caught up in it now, Gunnar carried the dazed girl to the bed and pounded home his load, trying for almost the first time in his life to shoot it off as fast as he could. It didn't take long. That moist, warm and nubile body thrilled him to mounting ecstasies, so that he soon reached the wounding grunt that meant his sex equipment had unsealed.
"Ahhhhhh, doll, you're fuuuucked!" he announced happily.
He poured the rich stuff into her gut. She twisted in erotic pleasure as she received his spurting manhood. Only then did he pull out of her and make love to her with the usual kissing, hugging and nipple nibbling of her meaty breasts. She got hot right away. To his surprise, he got hard right away.
On his second round in her cunt he actually felt his balls and sex equipment make new jissum after the fuck had started. As before, she didn't last long. Her orgasm came stronger that time, her cunt throbbing wildly against his prick – making him lock and gush forth once more with happy lustful male spurts. Even when the last hot shot of sperm flashed into her, his cock stayed hard.
A little dazed, utterly fascinated, Gunnar didn't even withdraw. He just started to rock into her for a third time. The girl lay under him, tight to his body, moving her loins and murmuring in her own sex-drugged state. Slowly, slowly they rose once more to hotter, faster action. She did not cum quickly this time. It was as if her marvelously sensitive body understood his sexual pace.
"This – incredible – sweet – fucking," he gasped.
He felt a prickle and a tickle that turned into a fabulous surge of desire.
"Leaf, damn you! You're wild," he cried happily.
He got dizzy with that one, but his cock spurted with powerful squirts and plenty of semen as he inundated her again.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she signed.
She came with furious clips on his cock. They were really matched sexually. Her cunt was silken with his spend – still he didn't lose his hard-on. He felt like he wanted to fuck into the girl's soft tunnel for days. He had no more juice left, but when he pulled out his tool and looked at it, it remained locked hard, almost purple with desire.
He fucked her again. He was slightly sore now – so was she.
"Gunnar – We've got – to stop – my breasts – sore – my box – sore," she pleaded with him.
"We'll – run out the string," he gasped as his pleasure rose.
It was the first time in his life he ever fucked to satiation. He was able to bring her eight times and six of those times he could ejaculate. Finally he stopped from sheer exhaustion. She was totally dazed. Their sex parts ached, yet when it was over he still had a locked tight hard-on.