"The wayward wifes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Grant)

Chapter 7

Patty was floating… soft, warm, pleasantly floating, the same feeling she had had that first night. The sweet smell of the marijuana blanketed the room now, and she could see the glowing ends of the brown cigarettes in the darkness. Some of the couples on the cushions were fondling one another now that the ritual had been completed; Renault had kissed one of Barbara’s alabaster breasts moments earlier to signify the close of the ceremony, but he had not left with her as he had before. He was standing behind his cushion, the only one standing, surveying the seated guests with penetrating eyes; Barbara had resumed her position, her breast still exposed, being fondled eagerly now by Garter Laufgren.

As Patty reveled in the inner sensations of warmth and beginning passion at the lewdly locked couples round her, she saw Renault begin to walk slowly around the circle of cushions, coming toward her. He stopped behind her pillow, looking down at her, and as she turned her head to smile up at him she noticed the hard, unmistakable bulge of his erect cock jutting along his right leg. She found herself growing more excited as she stared at his concealed hard-on, and she reached up two exploratory fingers to stroke the prominence lightly. Renault’s eyes lidded and his hand closed over hers, pressing it tightly to his crotch. He said, “Come with me, my dear. I have something I want to show you.”

“This?” she asked coyly, teasing his bloated prick.

“No,” he said. “And yes. Will you come along?”

“Yes, yes, I will.” Patty said. She stood and he took her hand and led her out of the room, down the hallway to another hail which elled off to the right. At the end of that second one was a closed door, and Renault opened it and led her into a dimly lighted bedroom with a huge double bed in its exact center. He closed the door then, turning toward her, his eyes glowing with the heat of his lust.

Patty giggled, stepping forward and touching his cock through his pants again. “Well?" she asked. “What do you have to show me, Rick?”

He grinned obscenely. “Take off your clothes, my dear,” he commanded. “All of them. I want you completely, lusciously nude for my old eyes.”

Patty felt her cuntal muscles begin to contract expectantly. Quickly, she took off her white wool sheath, untying the neck drawstring and pulling it over her head to reveal her smooth white nudity, the dark reddish triangle of her femininity starkly contrasting in the pale light. “There!“ she said. “I didn’t waste any time, did I, Rick?"

Renault licked his lips excitedly. “Lie down on the bed, Patty,” he instructed. “Spread your legs wide so I can see all of your magnificent cunt.”

She did as she was bid, lying on the soft mattress and splaying her beautiful, satiny legs, moving her hips lightly as she watched him walk slowly toward a sliding closet at one wall. He drew back the door, took something from. inside, and then turned and walked to the bed. He stood over her, holding the object in his hand, leering down at her with perverted lust on his aged, wrinkled countenance.

The object was a feather.

A huge, plumed ostrich feather.

The swirling drug-fog in Patty’s brain locked out all thoughts of the complete debasity of what that feather represented. She knew, but refused to admit to herself, what Renault was going to do with it. She watched in lustful fascination as he quickly shed his lounging robe and pants, standing nude over her like some pagan priest above a sacrificial virgin, holding the feather like a heathen dagger, his slender, wrinkled cock jutting out purplishly from his flabby midsection.

“I’m going to tickle your fancy, my dear,” he chuckled croakingly. “Won’t that be nice?”

She squirmed, her cunt on fire now. “Yes!” she moaned. “Oh yes it will be, Rick, it will be!”

“But we must do it slowly,” Renault said in a crooning tone. “Very, very slowly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Patty’s buttocks were undulating faster and faster on the bed, and her eyes seemed to be riveted almost hypnotically on the gently wavering plume in the old man’s fingers.

Renault waved the feather over the length of her body, not touching her with it, saying soft words in that same strange language he had used at the pot ritual. His eyes glittered with an almost fanatical fire. Then he knelt on the bed beside her and lowered the feather to flutter it at the balls of her feet. Her toes began to twitch and she writhed all the more ecstatically on the bed, her cunt seeming to open and close, open and close, as if it were a starving mouth waiting to be fed the staff of life.

Renault began to move the feather upward, over her ankles and her knees and along her inner thighs. Then he was dusting it lightly along her crotch, along the wet, glistening folds of her gently throbbing pussy until the oscillating phallus of her clit seemed so engorged as to be near bursting.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oohhhhh!” Patty wailed in an almost crazed lustfulness.

Renault moved the feather higher, along the flat creaminess of her belly, over one firm, resilient, pink-tipped breast and then over the other, making the nipples as rigid as her bud below. Patty’s hands were clawing at the spread now, and she was grinding her firm, rounded buttocks down on the mattress, her knees drawn up but wide spread, soles of her feet touching and her cunt flowered wide, wide, and flowing her juices in ever-increasing streams down onto the cloth beneath her churning bottom. He continued to brush the feather over her tits, back and forth, again and again, and then he was bringing it back down over her belly, between her legs, teasing and stroking her liquidy furrow until she felt a scream of near madness rise in her throat and burst forth into the stillness of the room;

“Aaaaagggggghhhhh!”

Renault did not stop. Back and forth went the feather, up and down, until Patty thought she would pass out from sheer ecstasy, feeling her cum build inside her like a seething tornado of lubricious, delirious joy. Another few seconds now, another few seconds, and she would be there, she would be cumming, that wonderful beautiful fantastic feather would make her cum… He stopped.

All of a sudden, Renault drew the feather back, holding it high above his head.

Patty’s eyes fluttered open, her hips still wildly rotating. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!“ she pleaded sensuously. “More, more, more, more!”

“No, my dear,” Renault said softly. “Now it’s your turn to give me the same pleasure I have given you."

“But…”

“Hush now,” Renault said authoritatively.

He stretched out beside her, pushing the ostrich feather into her hand. "I know you were almost on the point of climax, and that's why I stopped. We must build my desires, too, so that when I at last fuck you, it will be a coupling of the greatest possible magnitude."

Patty nodded numbly. "All right, Rick, whatever you say."

"There's my girl."

She rolled onto her knees, holding the feather over him as he had done to her. His eyes were fastened on the plume as hers had been, and his tongue flicked out wetly over his puckered lips.

"Shall I start with your feet?" Patty asked.

"Yes," he answered. "But you must ignore my prick and my balls until the very last. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Then-begin!"

Patty began to move the feather slowly, slowly, over the balls of Renault's feet, bringing it up along his legs. His buttocks began to squirm on the bed, just as her firm young ones had, as she swept the feather in a wide path around his pelvis, up along his belly, across his wizened chest. Back down again, pausing at his belly; back up again, around his throat.

"That's it, my dear! That's it, my dear!" he chanted, and thin threads of drool rolled out of the corners of his mouth. His cock stood straight up, quivering with desire, the head lubricated with a wet, glistening seminal film. As she brought the feather down along his sides, Patty could sense her own passion beginning to approach its crest again; there was something infinitely exciting, infinitely debauched, about the use of that great colorful plume on one another's bodies. She stared at his cock, so stiff and blood-purple that it could have been the penis of a young boy instead of that of an older man, and she wanted it inside her pussy, wanted it to reach into the depths of her belly more than she had wanted any cock in her life. But she was under his command, under his spell; she would not have his great member inside her until he deemed it time.

"Aaaahhhh!" Renault was crooning on the bed as Patty tickled his thighs with the feather, brought it down to his knees, back up almost to his crotch. And then: "Now, Patty! Now, my balls! Tickle my balls and the head of my cock! Quickly, now! Quickly!"

She did as she was ordered, fluttering the tantalizing softness of the feather all the way up his thighs to swirl around the two bloated pendulums of his testicles. Then she reached down and grasped his prick at the base with her free hand, holding it still as she moved the feather lightly over the glans, around and around like a swirling tongue, then along the rigid shaft to his balls again, back up to the head, back down, back up, back down.

"Oooooooaaaaahhhhh!" Renault wailed, flexing his hips and his pelvis in a mad jerking of sexual frenzy. "Now get on, get on, get on! Oh Patty, Patty, impale yourself on my great rod! Fuck me with your sheathing cunt, Patty dear! Get on and fuck me now, now, noooww!"

The lewdness of his command incited Patty's fires of passion to an even hotter degree, and she dropped the feather, twisting her body up to straddle him, locking her knees and thighs against his sides, raising up so that her moist, widely-spread cuntal mouth was directly above the head of his hardened cock, less than two inches from the wet, sticky, blood-raged head. She reached down and held his staff in her hand again, her hips beginning to sway slightly as she prepared herself for her down thrust. She guided the head of his cock, positioned it, at the door of her secret recess, lowered herself until she could feel the glans touching, touching like a feather, the folds of her yearning, lust-burning slit.

And then… and then she impaled herself down on it!

"Eeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" she squealed in abject surrender as the full length of his cock filled her cunt, slammed up against her cervix painfully. She could feel his bulging, hairy balls against her ass cheeks, feel his wiry-haired pelvis pressed to her crotch.

"Fuck me!" Renault screamed up at her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh dear Patty, fuck my cock with your lovely cunt! Hurry, hurry, fuck meeee!"

Patty began to bob up and down then, leaning forward on her hands, which were spread out on either side of his wildly lolling head. Her beautiful tits swayed and danced like two live things, the nipples brushing his throat and collarbone. Her cunt climbed his cock to the crest, fell back to imprison it all the way, climbed to the crest again, fell back. The muscles of her vaginal passage clamped tightly around the invader, squeezing it, milking it, and she rotated her hips madly around the hard, fleshy, hot shaft buried inside her.

Renault raised one of his hands from the bed and his clawlike fingers dug into the soft, firm flesh of one of her pliant globular buttocks. He kneaded and manipulated the sweating moon, reaching around to probe the puckered ring of her anus briefly, dipping his fingers into her wet, warm crotch to feel his own cock and the outward-pulling of her cunt lips as she drew up on the shaft, the inward-contracting of them when she lowered herself down on the turgid member.

Then his mouth was seeking, and finding, one of her bobbing breasts. He used his other hand to guide the distended nipple to his lips, where he took it between his teeth and began to nibble on it, squeezing the softness of the tit hard in the palm of his hand. His teeth were bared now, and his eyes were tightly shut as she rode abandonedly up and down the length of his burgeoning prick.

Patty was approaching Nirvana, ascending toward heights of release heretofore unimaginable. Her cuntal passage was one great throbbing pleasure-pain, the magnitude of that mixture so intense as to render her almost insane as she sought to cum, to make this old man beneath her and inside her cum, the two of them cum together in one bursting, rapturous moment when the ascension to Nirvana would at last be realized.

She was only dimly aware of the sound of the bedroom door opening.

The voices which followed that sound only dimly reached her ears; "Holy Jesus Christ, is she giving old Rick a ride!"

"Goddamn yeah, she is!"

"I'd like to get in on that fuck! The way she's swinging that juicy ass of hers says that when she cums, it's going to be like skyrockets going off on the Fourth of July!"

"Well, why the hell don't you, Harry boy? Go over there and shove it in her asshole! That'll really send her off!"

"Hell yes, I think I will!"

As Patty continued to wildly impale her body up and down Renault's stiffened pole, she became aware that one of the two men who had been talking was approaching the bed, was kneeling down beside her. And then she felt hands on her spine, fingers digging into the flesh there; felt Renault's hand slip away to come around and stroke her sweating belly and the matted, slippery hair of her pubic mound. The full meaning of the brief conversation she had just heard burst into her brain at that moment, and she knew that the man behind her was going to put his penis into her rectum, as Val Robbins had put his huge rod into it the night before to destroy her anal virginity. Waves of lewd anticipation seized control of her body as the thought of still another male member buried inside her, at the thought of two huge, sperm-filled cocks fucking both of her orifices at the same time, she began to pump faster and faster, her cunt making wet sluicing sounds as it drew up and juices out around the hardened penis to pool down around Renault's prick, flowing her on his pubic hair and on downward to his belly.

Behind her, Harold Jessup leered with gathering lust at the upturned moons of Patty's firmly rounded ass. His large, thick cock touched one of the soft mounds, and the contact sent a sensation of sheer lust down into his cum-heavy balls. He dipped the fingers of both hands into the slick, hot crevice and drew the white globes of her buttocks wide apart to expose the brown nether ring of her asshole. It seemed to wink at him lustfully, little globules of sweat glistening on the puckered ring. Oh Christ, he had to fuck this hot little bitch there and he had to do it now! While she was still fucking Renault, while she was almost ready to cum!

Brutally, almost sadistically, he guided his gigantic totem pole to the opening and rammed forward, driving his cock into her rectum, sending it home with a wild searing heat, burying it to his abdomen. The rod ripped along the membraneous passage, still tight, still resisting in spite of the fucking Val had given it the previous evening, like some terrible pistoning jackhammer, and Jessup's balls slapped resoundingly against her wet, hot slit almost at the point where her cunt was sliding up and down around Renault's cock.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Patty screamed at the painful, sudden assault, and then she was gasping and mewling as Jessup flexed his hips once, twice, three times, fucking into her wide stretched rectum with sharp, short strokes. She stopped momentarily her mad riding of Renault's penis, and he grasped both her tits in his hands and squeezed them until she shouted with pain, and he bit the one nipple almost hard enough to draw blood from it.

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" he bellowed up at her.

She groaned and began her movements again, and then her anal passage grew accustomed to the fleshy, turgid shaft imbedded there; each ridge and muscle in her asshole contracted and gripped the invading cock, just as the muscles of her cunt were doing around the older man's still rockhard penis. She fucked back and then down, back and then down, attuning her movements to the strokes of the two pricks inside her. Renault's hands were still squeezing her breasts and he made small grunting animal sounds as he sucked and licked and nibbled at her nipple; behind her, Jessup clutched harshly at her hips as he thrust into her warm, forbidden depths of her rectum, the pressure of his straining, jerking thighs forcing her forward, forcing her one free tit to swirl and dance madly around Renault's heaving face.

"That's it, baby, that's it!" Jessup groaned as he fucked into her from behind, pushing the rubbery flesh of her anal passage before his lunging cock in rippling waves in her warm, greedy back channel.

Patty's vagina seemed to have a suction of its own as it worked up and down on Renault's cock, and she felt the man's hardened penis pushing against Jessup's sodomizing her anus so that the thin membrane of her vaginal and rectal walls seemed to not exist at all; it was as if the two parallel cocks were one, fused together in her two openings like a Siamese twin, a huge, monstrous Siamese cock tearing her body to wonderful, rapturous shreds from below and from behind. She could feel her cum building to the point of overflowing, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm took hold of her. She worked like a possessed woman, fucking down and back, taking and holding every inch of the two men inside her, fucking them rhythmically with her wet, lubricious loins, rolling and gyrating her hips and her crotch.

"Fuck me, both of you fuck me harder, harder, harderrrrrrr!" she cried out in a strange pleading voice. "I want you to… fuck me… fuck me… spew your loads into my cunt and into my asshole… fuck me, cum inside me, make me cum with you…

Her words, so obscene, incited Jessup to crazed, savage thrusts behind her; incited Renault to jerk his hips up off the bed and meet her downward thrust, grinding his shaft deeper into her cunt, ramming the swollen head against her cervix time and again. The exquisite unison of the two pistoning cocks and her own abandoned, frenzied twistings made the sight of the threesome on the bed seem to the watching eyes of the man who had come in with Harold Jessup, Carter Laufgren, to be like a six-legged crab gone mad, a surrealistic montage of a seance a trois. It was unbelievable!

Laufgren's cock was vibrating with rigid intensity as he stared at the woman and the two men on the bed. He began to stroke his shaft slightly, feeling the cum build in his own balls, and suddenly he, too, had to join in this crazed lustful scene which he was witnessing. He rushed forward and sat on the bed near Renault's head, twisting so that his cock brushed against Patty's outflung arm. Quickly, he raised her hand from the bed and placed it around his cock, moving it up and down in a few short strokes so that she knew what he wanted, and then released it. Patty's hand began to jack him off, faster and faster, expertly drawing the foreskin back and out, until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the cauldrons of his sperm-bloated balls verged on the moment of ejaculation.

Renault and Jessup were fucking Patty with a savage vengeance now, the latter's balls slapping loudly, wetly, against her crotch; and she fucked them down and back, grinding her pelvis and her buttocks, machinelike, on the fleshy rods, reveling in the lewd gushing sounds of her vaginal fluid and their early seminal emissions. She was vaguely aware of the unknown but hotly erect cock she was masturbating with her right hand, and that perverse act only seemed to increase her lust, her crescending orgasm. It wouldn't be long now, it wouldn't be long now.

Suddenly, Renault jerked upward, seeming to freeze immobile with his hips raised off the bed for a long moment, his cock burned to its hilt in the soft, petaled folds of her pussy. Then a thin, pig-like squeal rendered from his throat, and words that were almost incoherent burst into the sex-perfumed air; "Cumming, there… there cumming, ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg, oooohhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

And Patty felt the first hot torrents of his cum gush against her womb like lancing flames of some raging inferno, filling her vaginal tunnel with sticky hot fire, overflowing it and cascading like some obscene waterfall around his now wildly jerking member to coat her pubic hair, mat them together with long sticky strands like evil threads of silk. And then, behind her, Jessup howling like a wounded beast, battering into her asshole with demoniacal force as his own climax seized hold of him. His great cock began to geyser forth thin, needlelike jets of cum, a different man's cum, to fill her rectum as Renault's seed was filling her cunt, fill it to overflowing so that Jessup's sperm burst out around his penis and flowed down to mix and blend with Renault's in her crotch and on his belly. And then the man whom she was masturbating cried out, a low wailing moan, and she felt his cock twitch and jerk against her stroking palm and still another stream of cum, like a torrent of blood pulsing from a severed artery, shot from the eye in his glans, shot straight up into the air to fall on Patty's wildly flailing hair, fall on her cheeks and stream into her hungrily opened mouth like droplets of molten lava.

And in that moment, as the two cocks inside her body, and the one roaring forth in her hand, poured white-hot seed into her and onto her, Patty felt her own climax surge, surge, and then;

She was there!

She too was cumming!

Pinwheels of light, all different colors; reds and blues and greens and yellows, kaleidoscopically spinning, exploded in back of her eyes and the very essence of her being soared free, ascending to that Shangri-La, bringing her to a pinnacle of wicked pleasure that she had never even dreamed of existed, never thought possible to achieve. She screamed. She screamed long and loud for the cocks gushing their fluid never to stop gushing, never to stop transporting her on this uncontrollable ride to blissful rapture.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She jerked and bucked and twisted like a dancer gone berserk, endeavoring to ingest every drop of cum, inundate her whole body, inside and out, with hot, gushing male sperm. Her tongue worked frantically over her lips, licking and swallowing the juice of the man she was jacking off, as the seeds of Renault and Jessup commingled in her belly and painted her crotch and saturated the bed. When first Renault's, and then Jessup's, pricks went limp and withdrew from her, she cried out mindlessly, soullessly for them to stay hard, stay inside her. But it was too late, they were gone… and gone, too, was the cock from her hand, having deflated and slid wetly from her cum-moistened palm.

Patty collapsed sideways, falling on her stomach to the side of the older man, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. She was utterly exhausted, drained, now that her own orgasm was beginning to wane. She lay there, unable to think, feeling a welcome lethargy begin to flow over her, feeling herself begin to drift on a cloud of satiation. Dimly, she heard the voices of the men she had just fucked, and been fucked by:

"Goddamn, I never had anything that good!"

"The best I ever had…”

"I thought my balls were going to burst, she was beating my meat so hard! I never had a cum like that…!"

She smiled in dreamy satisfaction. Yes, she thought sleepily, it was good, so very good, two cocks inside me and one in my hand is one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever known, to make them all cum together, and to cum with them, is the most wonderful feeling in the world… I'm nothing but a sick, depraved whore but oh God, I loved it, I loved every single rapturous moment of it…!

The last thing Patty felt were Rick Renault's hands turning her gently onto her back, opening her legs again, and then, seconds later, his soft, moist, tender kiss of gratitude on her wet, petal like cunt lips…