"God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me," she gasped completely out of breath.
The older man raised his dripping face, sex-juices mingled with sweat from her overly moistened cunt. He crawled backward from her, allowing her freedom to move on the desk top. He kneeled up on his knees and leered down at her.
"Get up on your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
She cringed away from him, whimpering. "No! Oh, God. You'll kill me! I'm a virgin there!"
She jumped off the desk.
Marsdale jumped down from his desk to stand before her. His huge cock had begun to soften, slightly. He took it in his hands and said. "Before I can ram this right up your tiny little asshole you'll have to get it good and hard again."
In a trance, she knelt before him, taking his giant phallus into her hands and working the slack skin back and forth several times, feeling it begin to grow in her hands. She took it gently, in her mouth and began to suck like a demon not knowing why she did so. In a few moments his rod returned to its former degree of hardness. He moved his hips back, suddenly, pulling the hard flesh of him from her lips. She tried to recapture it. He shoved her back on her heels and restrained her with his hands on her shoulders.
"Okay," he gasped. "Now get up and lean forward… all the way forward with your tits on the desk!"
Reluctantly she did as she was bade. He came to her and reached down to the protrudingly, smoothly rounded and defenseless buttocks. With a middle finger, he probed the soft, white crease until he found the puckered, brown ring of her anus, as his other hand drew a cheek of her ass aside. His probing finger found it and he worked the tip of the digit into the opening up to the first knuckle, then, with a constant pressure, he shoved in all the way.
"Noooooooo… nooooo… stop!" she moaned.
Ignoring her protests, he worked his finger around in the sponginess of her back channel, until he felt the sphincter muscle begin to relax. Now, he withdrew the finger and replaced it with two, repeating the process of stretching her small, tight anal opening; then, yet a third time he reamed her, using three fingers.
"Okay, baby, you're ready… let's get a cock up your ass!"
Reaching under her, he dipped his fingers in her cunt, moist and ready, using the wetness to lubricate his great cock. With the thumbs of both hands he spread the cheeks of her ass exposing the round anal ring, little edges of the pink, inner flesh showing; then, he placed the head of his shaft, blood-engorged and throbbing, against the defenseless opening.
He pushed. The head of his prick entered her, surging past the tight, elastic ring of muscles. He stopped when she cried out.
"Stop it! You're splitting me in half!" she shrieked.
He expanded the head of his cock several times; each time bringing moans of pain from her, until finally, with a powerful flick of his hips he shoved into her, all the way, driving into the spongy tissue of her back passage, expanding it and pulling the brown edges inside, as the massive pole skewered her. Now, with his full length and thickness buried in her, he paused again, waiting for her anal canal to adjust.
"It's like having a cannon back there. Stop it. Take it out, Clay!" she demanded.
Marsdale stood behind her, leaning back, slightly, and began to move his hips, slowly, at first, grinding into her with short strokes, feeling the clasping, anal muscles constrict against him, now, increasing gradually, to longer and longer strokes, rhythmically, fucking into her tight little asshole, the sensations coming to him stronger and stronger with every stroke into her.
"Fuck back against me!" he grunted.
Experimentally, Alyce moved her hips back, in opposition to him. She found to her surprise that it was not as uncomfortable now. Her whole pelvic region was aflame. Her moist, now ready cunt cried for fulfillment, too. She wanted to be filled and fucked everywhere, at the same time. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back up in the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse nature and something in her demanded more and more.
What's happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against nature and I want more of it.
"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!" she wailed, amazingly.
"I don't have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though," he said with a lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her he leaned across the desk of his study and took something off the wall. It was the racquet that had won him the Pacific Coast Tennis Tournament some twenty years earlier. "Use this!"
She had no idea of what he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion running rampant in her tortured mind.
"Use the racquet handle to fuck yourself with," he said.
Knowing that she couldn't help herself, the demands of her body slashing at her brain, she reacted animalistically to fill the great need in her. She reached back and under with the old style wooden racquet, and began rubbing the leather grip over the canopied bud of her womanhood. Greedily, hungrily, she stroked the handle up and down on the miniature phallus.
The streaking, electric charge in her nerves was more than she could stand. She withdrew her hand only to put it back instinctively, inserting the leather grip handle into the moist void of her vagina. Tentatively she tried pushing the hard wooden handle just inside the mouth of her cunt.
She began to saw the racquet handle in and out, in rhythm with Clay, waggling her hips back and forth, reveling in the keening sensation of having both cunt and asshole filled. In and out, easelessly she perversely fucked herself while Clay Marsdale sodomized her from behind with the merciless abandon of a wild buffalo.
Meanwhile, next door, in the bedroom, Alyce's husband had spewed his sperm far up into Nina Marsdale's hungry, demanding cunt, grunting out his sexual satisfaction and collapsing atop her. He had brought the Oriental woman to climax three times. She, even, was spent for the time being.
A few minutes later, she wanted a cigarette and a drink. Dutifully, Eddie rolled off the Marsdale's bed and went to get the cigarettes from the dresser and the drinks from the bureau. Glancing into the mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed, he saw his own still jutting reflection, but there was something more; he saw shadowy motion that was not being reflected from the bedroom. He was certain that he and Nina were alone in the room.
Puzzled, he brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes to the bed. As he passed the mirror, again, he realized that she was seeing into another room and… that's it… it's a one-way mirror! He went to the wall switch near the door and snapped the lights off. Nina watched him with amusement, a sly smile complacently playing on her lips.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked.
"I want to know what's going on with that mirror," Eddie said.
He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth, shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife's asshole! He was stunned beyond belief!
"It's Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!" he roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.
His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay's Chinese wife's voice stopped him.
"Hold it, Eddie. It isn't what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because she wants to!" she said with conviction.
She came off the bed with feline grace.
"Would you like to hear what's going on in there," she asked, smiling her inscrutable little smile.
Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button. Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from her husband's study.