WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world.
JACK STEWART hated his marriage of five years. His marriage to Sylvia. He felt totally trapped by it all, the daily bullshit, the grind, and the boredom. "Take the garbage out. Do this. Do that. You forgot to put the cap on the toothpaste. Again!" Fuck, how he missed the single life!
And here she was right now, right here, ragging on his ass again. He thought: What is she saying this time? As if I fuckin' care! Sylvia Stewart didn't know it, or if she did, she didn't show it, but he had tuned her out.
"Jack! You listening to me? You have to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."
Shit, Jack thought, even our sex life is in the dumper! "Blah, blah... " Gives me head like she's doin' me a fuckin' favor! "Blah, blah... " And anal? My ass! No, her ass! Fuggedaboudit! "Blah, blah... " The bitch was a virgin when I married her and she damn sure "Blah, blah... " still acts like one. The fucking prude! "Blah, blah... " Why can't she be more of a whore in bed? "Blah, blah... "
"Sylvia! Why don't you just shut the fuck up and go away? OK?" Geez!
Then, to Jack Stewart's utter astonishment, she did just that! She shut up and disappeared, right there and right before his eyes. Poof! Gone!
His fresh drink, a strong gin and tonic, fell out of his hand and hit the carpet with a thud and a sploosh. "W-what the fuck?" He looked at the empty space that once held his Sylvia, his marital albatross.
"W-where'd you go, Syl? Where the hell are you?" Too much gin he thought, way too much gin. I gotta...
His front door opened and there she was. "Syl, I... " Then he noticed it! She was buck-ass naked! Not a stitch on her! With her long brunette hair let down and flowing out wildly in all directions. And she had someone by the hand!
She came farther into the room, the someone following along.
"Jack, you know our neighbor, Murray, don'tcha? Murray, say hello to Jack!" Murray, Jack now saw, had on a Hugh Hefner style bathrobe. A red one, with the front slightly open, advertising his hairy chest.
"Hi, Jack!" the man said jovially. "Your charmin' wife here invited me over for a blowjob! Well, it bein' a shit night for TV and all, I readily accepted."
Before Jack could speak a word, Murray shed his robe and stood there, absolutely naked, his large erection plainly in evidence. And, with the apartment door still wide open.
""W-what the fuck is going... " Jack started.
"Hush, Jack," said Sylvia. "You'll ruin my concentration!" She dropped to her knees in front of Murray, took his cock head into her mouth and started sucking away on it. Jack was beyond shocked, he was plumb flabbergasted. And had no idea what to say or do. So he just stared.
Mrs. Henderson, another neighbor, walked past the open door, her husband Henry alongside her. They both looked in at the lewd scene. Henry said, "See, Laura, that's the way to suck a dick!" Laura looked and nodded. "Good technique, Hen, deep-throats like a pro. I'll practice that on you later. OK?" Henry nodded and the two of them just stood there, both fascinated by Sylvia's technique, with one of them learning something new for later.
In less than two minutes more, they all heard Murray say, "I'm cumming, old chum, watch now as your lovely wife swallows my salty spermo!" And he came, in buckets, as Sylvia made audible gurgling and gulping noises each time she swallowed. Laury and Henry applauded, as it seemed only appropriate to them.
I'm losing my mind, thought Jack, this ain't happening. It can't be...
But it was happening. Sylvia now stood up, winked at Jack, and headed for the door. As she passed, naked, between the two Henderson's, old Hen gave her bare ass a quick pat and squeeze.
Laura, eyeing the large tent in her husband's trousers, said, "Stop that Henry! Let's go home so I can practice my cocksucking technique on you. C'mon now, dear." They left, with Sylvia no longer in Jack's sight. She was headed down the corridor, straight for the elevator.
Jack, not knowing what else to do, trailed after her, leaving the naked Murray to his own devices. "I'll lock up for you, old chum." He'd attend to Murray later.
Jack missed the elevator and, rather than wait for a new one, decided to take the stairs the seven flights down. When he threw the lobby door open, fairly racing through it, there she was, on her knees and blowing their doorman, a big black guy named Isaac. His big, black cock, looking 10" long, perhaps even longer, was being sucked and jerked on at the same time. And doorman Isaac was moaning up a storm.
"You gotta stop this, Syl, it's... " Jack started to say.
"Oh, no, Mr. Stewart," said Isaac. "Don't have Ms. Stewart stop now! Not when it feels soooo good and I haven't cum in a month of Sundays!" Isaac grabbed Sylvia's head and pulled her mouth farther along the black dick path until his curly black pubic hairs were pressed against lips.
"Ooowee, Ms. Stewart! You ready for my jizm?" She mumbled a yes and kept working on it, the big black cock, slopping it up with her spittle. "Here she cums, Ms. Stewart, a month of Sunday's worth of Isaac!" He let loose, the cum gushing out so quickly it caught her by surprise. She opened her mouth and cum just poured out of it, down her chin and onto her breasts and knees, and finally, onto the carpeted lobby floor itself.
"Syl, we gotta talk... " Jack seemed a tad upset. Isaac just laughed and said, as if pointing out an obvious fact to an idiot:
"Ms. Stewart can't talk now, Mr. Stewart. Ms. Stewart's got her mouth full! Hee hee!" He patted her brunette head. "A mouth fulla Isaac!"
Jack wanted to do something, say something even, but Sylvia didn't give him the chance. In a flash, she was up on her young legs and out the front door, sprinting toward the street.
Puppy dog-like, Jack went after her. She was crossing the street and was headed directly toward four young boys, youths really, who were just hanging out, killing time as it were. When the boys laid their eyes on her, taking in her absolute nudity, they looked as if Christmas had come to them early.
One said, "Mamma mia, what the fuck've we here?"
Another said, "Holy shit, it's that holier-than-thou Stewart cunt!"
A third said, "C'mon, babes, let's get it on! Let's party!"
The last young dude didn't say a word. He just went up to the approaching naked woman and grabbed handfuls of titty. Jack just stood there, across the street, staring in utter disbelief.
"Fuck me, boys!" she said. "Take me in that alley and fuck the livin' shit outta me! OK, guys?" It was, quite, to put it bluntly. They led her into the alley and placed her on an old and wet, large, flattened cardboard box. It had Frigidaire printed on it. In blue ink. Sylvia lay back and spread her legs, offering herself freely to the gang of youths. "Fuck me good, boys, I need a good fuckin'!"
And they did. One after the other took a turn on her. With pants and underwear down around the ankles, each would pump away at her, then pump his hot seed deep within her.
"Motherfucker!" The first guy yelled as he shot his load. "Oowee!"
Number two yelled "Here's cums Poppa! Yowza! Bowza!"
"Who's ya Daddy, mamma?" came out of number three. "Who's da man, baby?"
Number four didn't yell or say a word. He just moaned and groaned as if his balls had been caught in his zipper. "Mmmmumph. Arrrrgh!"
Then Sylvia impressed them all, even Jack, who was standing nearby on the curb, by leaping up, right from a prone position, and doing a flip that put her on her feet. Eat your heart out Nadia Komanici!
Then Sylvia was off again! Like a shot. And this time she was headed for the park. As she flashed her back at the husband and the youths, they could clearly see the one word in blue on her left ass cheek: Frigid. Except it was backward and read from right to left.
"Frigid, my ass!" said one of the youths. "There ain't nothing' frigid about that hot cunt!" As the others offered their various comments on the heat of Sylvia Stewart's holier-than-thou pussy, Jack escaped hearing them by taking off after her.
She ran-walked into the park, Jack struggling to keep up.
They hadn't gone twenty feet into the park when Sylvia zeroed in on an
old man sitting on a park bench. He was feeding the pigeons and, as Jack could surely see, he must have been eighty, or even ninety, if he was a day.
Shit, Jack thought, even if Syl can make this old geezer cum, all she's gonna get is a pussy fulla dust! He smiled at the old man, who smiled, most politely for sure, right back at him.
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