"Cum! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhh, God, cummmmmmm!"
She could feel her insides splitting delightfully apart as the head of the deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her belly in two. It began to spurt and she could feel his delicious thick sperm shooting into her like molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her own hot flowing cum into the already filled cavern of her pinkly quivering vagina.
"Ohhhh, fill me up! Fill me up!" she moaned incoherently as the tender flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove around his wildly spurting cock, sucking the last drop as it continued to gush her own hot streams of orgasmic fluids. She screwed her buttocks up tightly against the still squirting shaft in her cunt and, with another scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her body exploding over and over into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed back on the cushions, feeling Andersson's once-hard penis slowly begin to deflate inside her cum-flooded pussy.
"Ahhhhh…" she sighed dreamily. She'd been fucked and fucked better than she had ever been before in her life. Her pubic area throbbed with a sweet continuous ache, and her flesh trembled from the passionate sensations which had turned her into a sex-craving animal. So wonderful… and as the very shamelessness of her wanton surrender flickered hazily through her mind, the mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm by this lewd man lying above her incited her drugged mind once more to arousal. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again almost instantly. Unconsciously she began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy, flaccid penis still pulsing inside her loins. She had milked it dry once, but spurred on by her newly discovered sexuality and the marijuana in her blood, Melanie was gripped by the desire to have Amos' long thick cock harden in her again. She wanted more of his hot thick sperm to fill her thirsty cunt until it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, wallow in her new-found depravity.
"Again… Oh, God, again!" she sobbed out with frustration into his mouth. But it was useless. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against his softened penis, it would not come alive, again, its mastery lost over her seething emotions. With a satiated sigh of contentment, Amos Andersson rolled from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch.
"Noooooo! Nooooo, I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me again!" Melanie was beside herself now with her drug-induced lust. She kicked her legs wide out in the air, her own fingers manipulating ineffectually the hair-fringed slit between her thighs. She dug into her vaginal flesh greedily, trying to reach that impossible height to which that vanquished cock had sent her a moment before.
Syble smiled and tripped the camera she was holding another time or two, a glitter of obscene desire burning in her eyes. Then she handed the camera to her husband, who was sprawled on the carpet, and said: "All right, lover, now it's my turn with her."
"Yeah, and I'll add a few good ones for the album before I join in, too."
Melanie felt the cushions of the couch depress as another body sat down beside her head. Through lust-glazed, marijuana-fogged eyes, she struggled to see who it was, and then her hands froze in their lewd position of masturbation.
It was Syble Andersson!
"Oh God," she mewled in sudden humiliation at Amos' wife seeing her like this, naked and with her belly still filled with the wetness of her husband's sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too paralyzed to scream. Instead she jerked one arm up from her still widespread loins and over her face, her face reddening from the shame of being caught in this adulterous position.
"There, there, Melanie," Syble cooed softly. She began stroking the satin blonde hair which was flowing across her legs as the young girl buried her head in the cushions beside her thigh. "I'm not mad at anything. Don't look so sad."
"Wh-What?" Melanie moaned in a broken, sobbing voice.
"I've come to join your little party, not upset it."
Melanie listened, mouth agape, scarcely able to believe what was going on. As the initial reaction of horrified panic settled into disbelieving wonder, she now sensed warm, unclothed skin brushing her cheek, and only then realized Syble was as naked as she was!
The young wife gasped, raising her head from the couch to make sure she had felt correctly. In shocked astonishment she stared at the sight of the naked beautiful woman sitting so close to her. Dear God, what now… now that she's here nude like this? Join the party? How? But Melanie's glazed, drugged mind was too filled with unsated passions, and her belly too aching with unfulfilled desire, to fully understand.
Syble leaned forward and took Melanie's tear-streaked face to her large, firm breasts. Cradling the young wife tenderly as she caressed her brow with gentle fingertips. "Now, don't get so upset just because you were fucking Amos, dear. I've been watching, you know, watching you all the time and really enjoyed it."
"S-Syble? I… I don't understand… What are you doing?"
"Shhhh," Syble whispered. "You just relax and let me bring you more good times."
Andersson's passionate wife trailed her eyes along the length of the young woman's body with undisguised relish, coming to rest at last on her slim white thighs where thin trails of lewd sperm that had just been pumped into her could still be seen glistening wetly in the dim light. Her face contorted with feline pleasure as she thought that now her turn had come… that Part Two was just beginning!
Melanie lay as if frozen against the soft, warm breasts pressing into her cheek, a dry, almost strangling sensation in her throat. She was shocked and surprised, and yet not quite able to resist the smooth motherly caresses. She shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still throbbing vagina and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. Then Syble's hand reached downward to touch and caress one of her breasts, and Melanie experienced another new sensation she had never known before. She gasped, momentarily closing her eyes, as she heard Syble's husband chuckle lewdly beside the couch and flash another picture. The long, slim fingers caught her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender, understanding way only a woman could know, and Melanie began to tremble all over at the strange forbiddenness of the situation. This was vile and degrading, worse than when Amos had ravished her willing body with his hard, brutal penis… but at the moment her entire being was in a torment of drug-filled lust, and she couldn't have stopped the beautiful woman's fingers if she'd wanted to.
"You're such a pretty girl," Syble sighed. "I've thought so since I first saw you. Have you fucked many men, Melanie?"
The obscene question jolted her. At first she didn't know how to answer, or even if she should…
"Tell me, love… Please tell me. I get more excited then…"
"N-No…" Melanie finally stammered, not really knowing what made her respond to the lewd question. "O-Only my husband."
"And mine, don't forget," Syble giggled delightedly.
"Y-Yes, and… And Mr. Andersson." She blushed crimson, the obscene words exciting her strangely through the marijuana haze of her mind. "I… I let your husband fuck me."
"And you loved it, too. But you'll like his wife just as well before I'm done. I'll promise you that. I'll make you cum like you've never cum before," Syble whispered seductively, now tilting her head down so that her nostrils breathed heavy hot air on Melanie's face. "Kiss me, love… Kiss me…"
Melanie stiffened as the warm moist lips of Mrs. Andersson closed over hers, and a darting tongue probed along her tightly closed lips. There was a feeling that to kiss another woman would make what was happening all that more obscene, as if there was actual love and affection between them rather than just a basic urge to relieve the tensions unbearable in her loins. But Syble had her hand cradling her head now, and after a moment of hesitation she surrendered to the insistent soft tongue, opening her lips to let it slide into her mouth. Their mouths fused hotly, and Melanie found herself responding with all the passion she would have saved for her husband, sucking and savoring the saliva from the naked woman's mouth, and only conscious of the delicious sensations the French kisses were causing in her already excited flesh.