Message-ID: <15176eli$9809110117@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: godot@pacbell.net (Godot) Subject: Story: The Straying Wife (18/26) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: godot@pacbell.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <35fda2a2.1548528@news.pacbell.net> pubic hair. Kim, her legs tensely crossed, told herself he couldn't go any further even if he wanted to, and that there really wasn't anything much more wrong with his hand probing at her vagina than there was with his hand on her naked breasts. It was all petting! Besides... it all felt sooooo goooooddd! She groaned! The scene on the platform, the three people on the mattress, was now almost beyond belief. The man had been watching the two women writhing like snakes in front of him, his great, eagerly jerking cock held tight in one hand. At a signal from him, the girls reacted. The lesbian, standing straddled over the booted girl, stepped away from her head, bending further over and arching her back, her legs spread wide so that her swollen vaginal lips were visible to the audience . Quickly, the man stepped forward between the lesbian's legs and guided his thick white shaft into her wet, waiting cunt! He slowly pushed, and his blood-filled purple head, spread her cunt until it seemed surely to rip it. The booted girl, still kneeling, looked up to see the man's cock a few inches above her face! She watched as the massive, blue-veined pole of flesh sawed in and out of the warmly lubricated vagina. There was a look of awe and wanton delight in her eyes. She bent her head back and reached up with her face, her wet little tongue out and flicking over the lesbian's gleaming clitoris and the underside of his plunging cock. Kim felt, for one wild abandoned moment, that she was gong to cum, that she would have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. It was such a wild obscene fucking that was going on in front of her while Klaus was fondling and exciting her to the point of insanity. She watched the man fucking the lesbian girl from behind, holding onto her slippery hips as best he could. Kim could see the thick long stalk of the cock glistening with oil and cunt-juice as it slowly pistoned in and out of the moistly clasping pussy; that combined with the lascivious sight of the booted girl crouched underneath licking both their genitals made the young wife think she was about to cum and pass out. But abruptly Kim went beyond orgasm, into a kind of sexual overdrive and found herself hot and horny. She was shamelessly aroused as she rubbed her thighs together and felt the hotly exciting movement of her moistly heated vaginal lips on the rough edge of the cushion. Her cunt-moisture had dampened the tight band of her panties and only served to arouse her all the more. Everything seemed to excite her. She craned her neck to see past Klaus and saw Nichole sprawled obscenely with her legs spread wide-apart... and her panties pulled down to her thighs... and Ernie's big hand ravaging her open cunt. Nichole's teeth were tightly gritted and her scarlet mouth open as she ground her pelvis up in rhythm to Ernie's finger fucking. Ernie has pulled both of her big fleshy breasts free of her brassiere and dress, and they bulged in front of her face so that she had to stare down her cleavage in order to see the orgy going on in front of her. "Orgy" was the only word for it. People all over the room were losing their inhibitions and were naked and writhing as they watched the stage show and other couples alongside them. Kim didn't think she would ever see anything more depraved and wanton and... arousing... than what she was at that moment watching. But she was wrong. At a signal from the man, he pulled his cock free from the lesbian's wet, clasping cunt with a sucking sound, and bent his knees a little more to slide his long, hotly glistening hard cock back into the kneeling booted girl's mouth and began fucking her, his hips banging against the lesbian's buttocks. Then, as Kim's eyelids fluttered and her creamy, lust-fired cunt quivered in a compulsive spasm, she watched the man pull his rigidly erect cock with its purple flanged head all shiny, out of the booted girl's mouth and plunge it back into the hotly lubricated cunt of the lesbian! Then, as lust-filled groans and moans came from all around the room, Kim heard herself moan and feel faint from lust and, at the same instant, felt her body go lax, felt her loins relax and felt Klaus's fingers dart finally home to the wet, swollen and tortured lips of her cunt. The hopelessly aroused young wife stared at the platform and continued to moan as she watched the man alternate his rock-hard cock between the waiting cunt and the willing mouth. First one, then the other, dipping and bending, pulling his cock from lips that pouted out and fought to keep it, plunging into the waiting cunt of the lesbian and burying itself, rolling the hair-lined fluted edges of her vagina in with each migh! ty thrust. Kim could see the pink moist walls of the cunt clinging, rolling outward as he withdrew, doing their best to hold onto his mushroom head despite the delicious lubrication. The room was an uproar now as people were weaving to their feet, moving and pawing about. Naked men and women were crawling up on the platform and sprawling on the mattresses to join the show. Within seconds, the performers had lost their balance and toppled over among nakedly writhing bodies that came up on the stage. Madness reigned. It was like the last wild orgy at the end of the decadent Roman empire. The rich had gathered for one last obscene orgy before the fall of Rome, before the vandals sacked the city. There was no point in not joining in. Only it wasn't ancient Rome, it was modern San Francisco at its most sinful and obscene. It was the modern Romans, the modern gladiators, the jet-set, the beautiful people, the privileged, the pleasure-bent, who were operating now, and they went at it with a sensuous freedom and abandon even the ancient Romans would have been awed by. Although none of them would admit it, there was always the idea that The Bomb, The Big One, could drop and, in a twinkling, it would all be over. Many things entered into it. The new freedom, the sexual revolution, that sense that pleasures were first to be tasted in order to be understood, that feeling of not wanting to miss out on anything. Nichole was up, somewhat unsteady, on her feet and pulling her dress off over her head and flinging it on the couch. Her brassiere followed and then she peeled off her rolled down bikini panties to stand naked in a black garter belt and sheer black stockings and high heels. She looked so wildly beautiful, her glassy eyes unfocused, her expression so lewdly inviting Ernie was up and frantically ripping his clothes off. Klaus turned to Kim, his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. His finger was slowly worming itself into her moistly heated cunt and, no matter how hard she contracted her vaginal muscles, it was slipping relentlessly in, helped, no end, by her excitement and lubrication. She groaned out loud as his other hand continued to fondle her sensitively full breasts and her head thrashed back and forth as Klaus hissed, "Come on! You can't stop now! You can't be a cock-tease!" The words burned in her mind like acid on metal. Her mind was full of every filthy word she had ever heard: fuck, cunt, cock, asshole! Her mind reeled as Klaus was handling her, getting her up and pulling her dress off one shoulder. He was over her now and she saw the huge throbbing bulge in his pants. "No! No!" she cried, begging, "No, I can't!" "Vhat do you mean? Nien? No? Vhat are you saying?" His voice was so menacing, his manner so cold and Prussian and threatening that she knew she couldn't say "no." He would hit her, and she wouldn't blame him. Hank was in her thoughts, and she wanted to stop for his sake and to show what a good woman she was. But... inside, she didn't want to stop! "No!" she whispered, then gave he to her words by relaxing. Nichole and Ernie had left the couch, nakedly threading their way toward the platform that was a mass of wantonly writhing, fucking bodies. Ernie's erection stood out in front of him like a huge hammer handle! Kim shuddered, wondering if Klaus was built like that! "No," she said, turning to Klaus, "N... not here!" Klaus grinned down at her savagely. "So? You like to vatch, but you don't wish to be seen. Is that it?" "Yes! Not here, I can't!" "Very well." He took her hand in an iron grip and pulled her to her feet, leading her, weaving through the heaps of discarded clothing. Kim gasped once and recoiled when a hand reached out and tightly gripped her buttocks. She looked down and, in the darkness, saw a man nakedly lying on his back on a couch. His expression was depraved as he caressed the softly fleshed globes of her ass, his hand up under her silken dress. A young blonde with big breasts and rather broad shoulders was lying on top of him, her nakedly gleaming buttocks and legs spread wide over the man's body. His wet, glistening cock was in her cunt and, as Kim gaped, her buttocks slowly pumped up and down on the thick staff. The blonde grinned up, watching her partner fondle Kim's trembling buttocks. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----