Jerry came up behind her, his eyes wide, his jaw dropping. "Holy shit!" Chapter 9
"What the hell, indeed!" Karen echoed, storming into the bedroom. "You animals! You fucking animals!"
Walt looked around, but he didn't say anything. His cock was deep in Rosie's horny young mouth and he was fucking furiously into her face, burying his cock in her throat stroke after stroke. It was obvious that he was on me verge of blowing his nuts.
Leanne sat up, still holding her pussy. She made no effort to cover herself; she was simply holding her cunt because it felt so fucking good to touch herself down there.
"Hi, Mom," she said in a breathless giggle. "I guess we're the day shift, huh?" And she began to cackle hysterically.
Walt jerked his cock half out of Rosie's mouth, thrust again, and just as he pulled back for another stroke, his prick exploded hot white jizz into the young girl's hungry mouth.
She moaned at the feel of his cum squirting across her tongue. Her small fists worked furiously on his prick, milking the jism out of him and into her mouth.
There was too much cum for her to swallow. She just let it ooze from her lips as another and yet another squirt of the white stuff gushed into her. Her breathing made the cum froth and bubble on her lips. Her eyes were glazed, as if they too had been splashed and splattered with the thick hot flow of Walt's jizz.
"What the fuck have you people been doing in here, anyway?" Karen demanded angrily. "The room smells like a goddamned toilet! Oh, Walt Murphy, I shouldn't be surprised at this! I wish my Patrick were here to see this. He'd kick your ass black and blue. He knew how to satisfy a woman; he didn't have to chase babies!"
Walt turned, his cock jerking out of Rosie's mouth. His cock was till rigid, despite the thick hot cum-load he'd just fired into the chubby blonde bimbo's mouth, and he came toward Karen with his cock preceding him by a good nine or ten inches.
"Patrick, my ass!" Walt exploded. "Don't you have any other fucking subjects of conversation, woman?"
Karen shrieked as Walt grabbed her wrists. He twisted them, and the woman doubled up, then slowly sank to her knees.
"Hey, buddy," Jerry put in menacingly, his fists clenching. "Don't manhandle the lady."
Walt glared back at him. "This lady is still my wife, kid, and just because you've had your cock in her, it doesn't mean you can tell us how to act or talk. During the five years I've been married to this woman, I have heard nothing but 'Patrick, Patrick, Patrick,' day in, day fucking out. That's the reason I finally left her. I was sick of hearing that man's name, of being compared to him twenty-four hours a day. For once, Karen, I'm going to shut you off. Open your mouth. Wide!"
Her eyes bulged as he shoved his cock straight into her mouth, fucking it all the way into her throat the first stab. She made a gagging sound, and the noise resembled muffled words, as if she were still trying to bring up the subject of her first husband.
Walt paid no attention. He fucked his cock in and out of her mouth until the whimpering sounds ceased and she was doing nothing but sucking on his prick.
"That's a lot better," he announced, "Now, boy, do you have anything else to say to me?" Walt added, fucking his prick in and out of his estranged wife's lips.
Jerry stared for a long moment, and then he laughed. "Goddamn, you're right, man! She isn't talking about her first husband now, is she? It's just like music to my ears, too!"
Karen's face was scarlet. Did she really bring up Patrick that frequently? Had her constant references to him been the true cause for hers and Walt's break-up? Even Jerry had asked her to change the subject, hadn't he? But that wasn't the only thing she noticed.
She fought her mouth free of Walt's cock and said: "God, what's all over your cock? It tastes like shit… "
Leanne began to giggle hysterically from the bed. "You're not the only lady in this family who likes it up the ass, Mom!" she called. "And I think it's appropriate that you eat some of my shit, after what you did to me last night, you and Jerry! Oh, I saw you! It was filthy and disgusting! Jerry Wexler, you get over here, right now! I've got a bone to pick you with, especially!"
He didn't move-he was still staring at Karen with her mouth full of Walt's shitty cock. Leanne scrambled off the bed, went to her ex-boyfriend, and grabbed his hand.
"I said to get over here!" she repeated, and she pulled him toward the bed with a strength that belied her thin frame. Another pull, and Jerry went sprawling onto the bed, alongside Rosie and Leanne.
The two girls attacked him at once, ripping the clothes off his body.
"We'll get this bastard," Leanne told her friend. "We'll show him he can't fuck around with my affections! Oh, you rotten prick, Jerry-how could you ever stick your cock in my mom, of all people? When you had me… "
Karen was still gagging as Walt's prick rammed again and again into her mouth.
"No! Christ, please!" she panted between strokes.
But the cock-knob muffled her tongue and the words were indistinct. Walt had her by the head, forcing her to endure the strokes of cock.
"I not only molest teenagers-I don't do bad on old ladies like you!" Walt shouted, fucking his wife's mouth.
He pulled Karen to her feet. She stood trembling, gasping, her face alternately flushed and ashen. She wiped her dripping mouth with the back of an arm. "You son of a bitch," she told her husband. "I'm gonna have you arrested for this!"
"You're gonna shit, too," Walt said sternly. He ripped open the front of her blouse, baring her braless tits. Karen screamed, and she swatted at him with his fists. He avoided her blows and spun her around, pushing her up against the vanity table. "Watch the mirror," Walt said. "You're about to see a woman get fucked."
He yanked her skirt up, ripped open the crotch of her panties, and moved in behind her, his cock jutting before him. With his knee, he wedged Karen's thighs open, and he leaned in, bringing the tip of his prick to the auburn-fleeced gash of her pussy.
The cock-knob entered her, fucking through the hole he had torn in her underpants, and he thrust, burying his prick in her pussy in one quick deep stroke. Karen howled in shock. Walt kept on fucking his cock into her cunt, showing the cunt no mercy whatever.
"Isn't this the way Patrick always fucked you?" Walt sneered. His cock banged deeper, harder into the depths of her cunt. "Come on, baby, crack my nuts with those trained muscles of yours, I bet you showed that little trick to the kid over there, didn't you? Remind me how good it feels when your cunt starts milking my cock!"
She gasped, grunted, strained, and then it happened! Her cunt tightened on his cock, the pussy-walls throbbing and pulsating with life, and the vibration passed up and down the shaft of Walt's prick. He moaned from low in his belly and thrust up, hard, into her, filling her cunt totally with the long barrel of his cock.
She'd told him a million times that Patrick O'Neill's cock was both longer and thicker than his, and that he should do this, that, and the other to make his fucking more like Patrick's. But Walt felt a smug certainty that the fuck he was giving his estranged wife right now was as good, hard, and deep as any she had ever gotten or ever would get, this side of heaven.
"Oh, Jesus!" She began to whimpers staring in disbelief at the mirror image of herself as Walt banged her hot cunt. "Fuck me, oh, God, yes, fuck meeee!" The cry burst from her lips unbidden. She watched her face contort as she screamed it out.
He fucked even harder, now that he had made her beg for it. "I'll fuck you, Karen," he assured her. "Bet your sweet hot ass, I'll fucking fuck you!"
His cock seemed to be enlarging inside her. She was still clenching and unclenching her cunt around his cock as he fucked her, making the ride delicious for him as well as for herself. The big cock-knob was deep inside her pussy. She wanted to gulp, but it felt as if her throat was full of his cock, ramming up from beneath.
"Jesus," she whispered, looking back at him, "why didn't you ever ball me like this when we were together?"
"Why didn't you stop comparing me to your first husband and notice what I was giving you?" he countered, ramming her cunt hard.
He took his cock out of her and turned her around so that they were face to face. Karen hoisted her ass up onto the edge of the vanity, and she reached down, opening her pussy with both hands. The clit was big and ripe-looking, covered with a glistening film of pussyjuices.
Walt rubbed his prick-knob over the tip of her clit, stroking her until she shivered and moaned, her head falling back, the eyes shut, the auburn hair falling across her face. He stroked his cock up and down her hot wet cunt-gash, teasing her with the promise of insertion but holding back at the last second.
"Goddamn you, fuck me!" she snapped, her head jerking upright. She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her cunt-mouth. "Right here, baby! Stick it in!" And she pushed herself forward, cunt-gulping his cock with hungry, horny muscles that ached for his prick.
Walt fucked into her, his hands simultaneously filling with her big fleshy tits. He lifted the nipples to his face, biting them, sucking them, kissing them. She fed her tits into his mouth.
"Suck me, honey! Oh, yes, suck me… "
His prick slid in and out of her pussy. She was as greasy as if she'd douched with Valvoline.
His cock fucked unimaginably deep into Karen, and she milked him with her cunt every fucking inch of the way. Her legs were twined around his calves, heels sliding up and down the backs of Walt's legs. Her hands were low down on his body, clutching his ass-cheeks, urging him to go deeper, to fuck harder!
On the bed, Rosie and Leanne were teaming up on a startled but not displeased Jerry Wexler. Rosie giggled insanely. She'd only done it with two guys in her entire life, before today, and this morning she was already on her second cock of the day!