Hector could contain his emotions no longer. Swiftly, he began removing his clothes and in a matter of seconds he had stripped to complete nudity. From where he stood, he could see Louise lying right through Andrew's squatting thighs, cramming as much of that mighty penis as she could hold into her mouth.
Andrew had yielded happily to her ministrations, and had moved so that he squatted over Louise's tits, the better to present his penis to his mistress' avid mouth. The whole of Louise's body thrust out and through her lover's buttocks, and she thrashed and writhed about in an agony of desire as she blindly sought for something which her aching cunt might contain. She was unable to reach her twat with her fingers, so it gaped, redly and uselessly, at the air.
But to Hector, it was all invitation itself. He knew so well that itchy thing between his wife's legs, its ability to excite, its hot, torrid warmth. Its smooth and wet depths lined with twitching muscle. Now, with a growl of passion, he descended upon it.
Louise knew nothing of the onslaught. As she felt the length of his tool disappear into the cavernous depths of her cunt, she loosed a howl of agonized delight into the room, throwing her head back among the pillows, spreading her arms in a crucified agony of lust. Released from her lips, Andrew's cock shot upwards, splashing droplets of spunk and spittle over the throat of the girl, and Andrew felt Hector mounting from behind. Andrew grinned with pleasure. Now, he thought, but without malice, now he would exact payment for the last time he himself had pleasured this woman by sucking her off. Now it would be she who would suck him off. And, of all the methods of fucking, Andrew preferred the oral connection of hot, passionate lips over the head of his prick, completing the magic that practiced fingers usually began.
Louise, feeling a penis whose contours she knew so well at work deep within her vagina, and seeing the magnificent erection of another penis not a foot away from her eyes, had become a demented creature. It was the first time in her life that she had been double-fucked.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she moaned, in the throes of lust. "Fuck me, you wonder fuckers. Bore into me, ram it into me! Fuck anywhere, everywhere! Cram it up my cunt, into my mouth! Ah, Jesus, if I could only cram both your tools into my cunt, together! Fuck me! Slit me open, both of you, piss on me, into me, I beg of you! Mouth-fuck me, Andrew! Let me suck you off! Let me be drenched, deep into my bowels, with semen, with hot, randy, steaming come! Mouth and twat together! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Desperately, she clutched at the cock so close to her mouth and closed her lips over it, strangling off the torrent of obscenities as she did so.
But Andrew, determined to prolong her thrills for as long as he could, and his own, rolled suddenly off Louise and out of range, leaving Hector only, banging away into the crotch of his wife.
"Let's change position," he said. "Look – like this. I'll lie down. Louise can bend over me, facing my feet, while she sucks me. Then you, Hector, can come at her from behind like a dog does."
Feverishly, Louise complied. She swung around, supporting herself on knees and elbows above Andrew, seeking to cram that throbbing prick down her very throat. To Hector, she presented her crotch, with its slash of reddened cunt shining through the froth and spume he had worked up in her, the entire hair-covered, white-flecked garden of sex surmounted by the tight-clenched rosebud of her anus. It was more than Hector could endure.
Gripping Louise by her waist, he forced his cock slitheringly into her opened, gaping cunt.
As she felt Hector slide up her vagina, she came off Andrew's cock.
"Ah, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, deep into my belly, Hector! And you, Andrew, give me this splendid thing, let me taste it, drink it. And when you come – both of you – come together, I implore you! Drench me with sperm! Fuck me full of your combined come! Squirt it deep into my cunt – right down my throat – ah, but fuck me, now! I can't wait, not a moment longer!"
By this time, the threesome were too far gone for any more restraint. Andrew wriggled his tool back into the lipsticked sheath of Louise's mouth. From behind Hector plowed greedily at the squelching cunt. Andrew was no longer permitting himself merely to be sucked. Incapable any longer of the passive role, he was now literally fucking into Louise's mouth, amid her tongue, her uvula, her teeth, thrusting with all the might of his rising and falling buttocks at her tonsils.
Louise herself was demented by the torture of her desire. She thrashed forward, giving of her body in great squirms of consuming passion, for already her climax was mounting. She felt its fire boiling up in her loins at the very moment that Hector, with a mighty "Ah-h-h-h-h!" discharged his load in long, hot spurts that shot like lance thrusts deep into the very depths of Louise's womb.
She, too, would have liked to cry out in the agony of her coming, hut she could not, for Andrew, too, was coming, discharging great gobs of semen into the greedy mouth of the wriggling passion-consumed woman who knelt over his penis. Semen seemed to spatter all over the bed, dripping from Louise's mouth, and spilling from her twitching twat into which Hector was still madly spending more than it could contain.
And then, with diminishing, convulsive movements, the trio lay still, each given up to utter relaxation.
Andrew was the first to stir. The massive ejaculation had stilled him, but not forever. He slid free of the two bodies that lay prostrate on top of him and grinned ruefully as he saw his prick, only a few moments ago so proud and vigorous, now lying flaccid and useless and all wet on its pendulous cushion of balls.
He grinned, too, as he saw Hector completely exhausted, spread over his wife's back and at Louise lying limp beneath her husband. She lay half on one side so that the proud and vast swell of one breast was visible, nipple and all.
Ah, the solid mastery, the sheer dominion of fuck! he thought. What utter exhaustion it can bring, what complete havoc it can wreak!
Lazily and completely relaxed, he poured a glass of champagne and sat down, still stark naked, to sip it. Neither Louise nor Hector stirred a muscle, and Andrew smiled as he reviewed the events in which he had just played his part.
"My God," he ruminated. "That was really something – and so damned unexpected at that!"
For all his sophistication it was still the first time he had ever copulated with more persons in the room than the woman he had taken there with him. And it had proved exciting beyond his wildest expectations.
What a wild woman Louise was when riding the crest of her sexual craving, he thought. She went quite berserk. She threw herself into the entire affair, literally threw herself into it, slamming her mons veneris at one's penis every whit as excitedly as the penis was being slammed into her. Throughout it all, she would moan and groan like some jungle animal. If not moaning, she would give vent to torrents of verbal obscenity, seeming to delight in how much spoken filth she could pour from her lips.
Yet, out of bed, she was as poised and elegant a woman as any he had ever known. Not a hair was out of place. Not a crease or a pucker in her clothing that the couturier had not intended should be there. What a woman! And yet, what a virago, what a termagant! He considered himself the most fortunate of men for having met her that fateful morning only a few days ago.
Because truthfully, this was something quite outside his experience, or even his imagination, that a woman should actually invite her lover to copulate in full view of her husband.