Chapter 9

Bob's body was a raging inferno. It was now morning and for the umpteenth time he was on the verge of another body-crushing orgasm. His tongue was raw and swollen and his prick was humming from the continual sucking and fuck-ing he had been giving and receiving from the in-satiable twins. He moaned as he felt Lila in-crease the tempo of her furious sucking and knew that at any moment, his sperm would shoot into her willing mouth.

Leslie was a raw moaning mass of desire. Her little clitoris, granite hard, leaped electrically at his touch and the moist, heated pussy walls closed in frenetically on his burrowing tongue.

He thought he heard stumbling sounds on the stairs, but Leslie's thighs held him firm and he couldn't move. Anyway his own sluicing sounds filled the air, and Leslie's screams were reaching crescendo peak, so he couldn't even be sure he'd really heard anything.

Then an ecstatic wail rent the air and he felt a warm flooding of his face and Leslie was mashing her flooding vagina up with animalistic fury, her thighs clutching him in a death grip. He continued to send his tongue deep into her writhing hole, rotating it around teasingly in her depths, until the cumming was over and she was still, panting and satiated. Then it was his turn and he was amazed at the copious flood of semen that he sent shooting into Lila's never-quenched mouth. Jet after jet of it, that spilled over the sides of her mouth, and dripped down on to the rug. Then, all three lay back in a twilight sleep, their bodies tired and well used.

Bob dozed lightly, fervently hoping that the twins had had enough. He didn't think he could get his prick up again and his mouth was buzzing from the prolonged labor. Besides they would have to leave soon, it was broad daylight and...

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh..." the sudden scream of pleasure-pain rang through the house, and Bob froze. What was that? Or had his sex tortured mind imagined it? It seemed so near, almost...

"Oooooh, God... Fuck me, fuck me harder..."

The impassioned plea sounded again and this time Bob knew he hadn't imagined it. Staggering to his feet, closely followed by the twins, he clattered up the stairs and flung open the basement door.

The loud wailing voice rang out again just as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Oh, Eduardo, oh, baby boy, harder, harder, that's it, harder!"

Horrified, Bob stared with bulging eyes at what was happening on the floor of the kitchen. He saw a jumble of nude legs and arms, twisting and flailing; the pumping dark-skinned buttocks of some young boy pummeling into the upraised and wildly flung thighs of someone who could only be his wife, her mouth half-open, her long copper hair thrashing uncontrollably from side to side.

Bob recoiled from the lascivious sight. It couldn't be, he thought wildly, Julie wouldn't... but obviously, Julie could and did. Her long, creamy legs scissored out and wrapped themselves around Eduardo's back, pulling him lewdly down on her naked pussy, her fists pounding into his back. Bob could see the sheen of the long, lubricated pole as it tore into the willing flesh until it was sunk to the hilt and the petallike lips of his wife's palpitating cunt still grabbed at the base, trying to engulf it all inside her.

Bob barely noticed the excited twittering of the twins behind him, as they observed his wife being screwed half to death by the young fifteen-year-old boy. They were obviously amused and undoubtedly aroused again. As he watched the young prick pistoning into his wife's open and unprotected vagina, Bob thought he'd go crashing through the floor! It just wasn't possible! But it seemed to pose no problem to Julie as she tried to spread her legs wider and wider to afford her child lover greater access to her hungry insides.

As Bob watched the incredible sight, Leslie's mocking voice came ringing back with painful clarity... don't be too sure she doesn't have a lover behind your back! His face blazed in memory of how scornfully he had dismissed the idea as preposterous. His thoughts whirled around in his head. This was his own saintly wife, the Julie who barely accepted the most normal form of lovemaking, who was flailing about in complete abandonment under the satanic thrusts of an adolescent? What had happened to change her into this over-sexed creature? He remembered the stumbling noises he'd heard earlier and realized that Julie must have come back early from her mother's and seen him and the twins engaged in orgiastic three-way sex. The thought that his wife had witnessed him that way crimsoned his already red face.

God, this is all my fault, he moaned to himself. But, if that's what it took to awaken her, he thought suddenly excited, then it was worth it! His tired cock leapt into half erection, exhilarated by this new thought, glad to be free of the pall of guilt that was hanging over it. If that's the case, his thoughts ran on happily, then everything will be alright with us again!

His cock jerking out convulsively, Bob eyed the writhing couple on the floor, listening as his wife's moans of pleasure increased in intensity. He could see her firm, curvaceous buttock cheeks flattened out against the floor, cruelly spreading from the strain of coaxing the boy's oversized cock further and deeper into her. Bob's eyes seemed mesmerically fixed on her tight, grinding little ass and unconsciously, he began to stroke his long thick penis, running his tongue over his lips, all earlier feelings of tiredness and satiation forgotten.

The blood in his big prick was pounding painfully and like a man in a trance, he dashed into the kitchen, screaming in a crazed voice:

"Wait for me, Julie... wait for me!!"

The twins gasped and avidly turned their sight on the depraved scene, anxious not to miss a second of what was to come.

Great waves of heat were crashing in Julie Redding, sending out ripples of pleasure to her every nerve ending, and she felt the moment of her imminent release nearing. Just as she was drifting off into her euphoric bliss, her husband's bellowing voice shattered her reverie.

"Wait for me, Julie... wait for me!"

She struggled to raise her head and realized that Eduardo was moving from between her legs.

"Oh, please, God," she sobbed silently, "what am I going to do?"

Then she felt herself being turned, and Eduardo was slipping beside her.

Shaking with fear, she found herself straddling and lying on top of her child lover, his hard rod resuming its skewering up into her. She turned her head and saw out of the corner of her eye, her husband Bob standing behind her, his large, blood-filled penis held out lewdly in front of him. Then he yanked savagely at her hair, turning her face away again, so that she was left staring down into Eduardo's passionately contorted face.

Bob observed the cowering figure of his wife atop the body of the young man who was still pumping into her, his hips raising up off the ground and his shoulders pushing back against the floor. Bob was gasping as he drew aside the soft white mounds of his wife's quivering ass. Julie moaned piteously and tried desperately to clench them together again, but Bob dug his talon strong hands into the soft flesh and she knew it was useless to struggle. She relaxed her trembling backside and he spread the soft yielding crevice wide apart.

Julie heard him suck in his breath as the dark puckered ring of her anus came into his greedy view. He could see it throbbing gently, the crinkled flesh drawing the soft, whiter flesh in as it contracted. He pushed his hand down, quivering with excitement and thrust experimentally at it with his finger. Julie gasped and began a furious wriggling as she felt the probing digit against the soft sensitive skin. What was he going to do to her? her mind screamed. But, oddly, her struggling only served to increase the satisfaction she was getting from Eduardo's intense screwing from below, and involuntarily, she moaned aloud, her cries unmistakable mewls of pleasure.

Bob heard her ecstatic sighs with rage. The wanton little slut! he raved, the goddamn little bitch. So she even wants it in the asshole, the fucking little bitch! His anger uncontrolled he rammed his finger forward, sinking it to the first knuckle.

"Owowowowowowowowowow... !" she sobbed, vainly trying to fart and dislodge the unnatural intruder. Tears rushed to her eyes and fell freely down her face. "Let's see how she likes this..." Bob slurred, his eyes dimmed with sadistic glee as he watched the unhappy result of his brutal action. He rammed his finger forward again until it was imbedded to the second knuckle and Julie moaned and writhed under the horrible impalement.