Suddenly, Dianne felt the increased fury of the monstrous penile thrusts fucking up into the intricate depths of her fire-filled belly from behind, plus the naked young hips crushing up tighter and tighter against her perspiration-covered face. She could feel Olaf's poling hardness begin to tense and jerk in her ravenously sucking mouth, his hands winding cruelly in her hair. His heaving teenage pelvis closed in on her as if he were trying to shove his pulsating cock all the way down her throat and she tried to accept it! The pubic hair of his youthful loins tickled her nose as she cupped his bloated, cum-brimmed young balls hungrily in her warm hands and began to gently pressure them!
"Oh… oh shit, Pa… I'm going to cum!" Olaf gutturally choked. "C Christ! Suck it hard, Mrs. Keller… I'm c-ccuuummmiiinnnggg…!"
Abruptly, it erupted like a wild, uncontrolled geyser and Dianne's eagerly slaving mouth was flooded with an unleashing of hot, thick sperm which raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of volcanic fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful greed at the white, viscous fluid wildly jetting from his pumping boy-cock, all the way back to the depths of her desperately constricting throat muscles. Passionately, the blonde, naked wife milked his young, pulsing balls for every last drop of his sweet-tasting cum, while Knute watched, the obscene sight almost, but not quite, triggering his own raging buildup.
In her vanity mirror, he had watched it all, and now he saw his son's shriveling, kid-prick begin to slip wetly from her still desperately sucking mouth. She took a deep breath, then swept her tiny pink tongue over her jism-coated lips, lasciviously capturing the last of the remaining drops of his sticky boy-semen which had trickled there from the corners of her mouth…!
Oh God… if only there were more, Dianne hungrily wished as Olaf squirmed from beneath her, a never ending stream of the sweet, delectable nectar spilling down her throat to drench the incredulous lustful flames which were eating her alive! Again and again she lewdly licked at her sperm-glistening lips, wishing it could go on forever. She spread her hotly tingling thighs wider, working her knees further apart, then thrusting her naked buttocks higher and back against the hard plundering cock fucking with buttock flattening humps between them. With each battering stroke, she felt with near-delirious rapture his hugely swollen, cum-laden balls spanking with loud slaps the erect, tire-filled bud of her tiny clitoris, while his thick mass of pubic hair tantalizingly brushed against the sensitive inner-cheeks of her ass. She dropped her perspiration-filmed torso until her swollen breasts were squashed against the satiny bed-covering, the smooth material sensuously taunting their little, hardened nipples. There, she writhed and mewled in lust-blinding ecstasy on the hammering thick cock burrowing its unbelievable full length up into the clutching wet heat of her omniverous vaginal passage from behind.
Its smooth, rubbery head grazed the flat hardness of her sensitive cervix, probing deeper and deeper where nothing or no one had ever before reached! The slavish sensations masochistically filling her were almost as pleasureful as the overwhelming feel of his raging, massive cock brandingly debasing her! She was a lowly serf bent humbly before him while he fucked brutally into her from behind, working animalishly up to that ultimate moment when he would empty his burning male lust into her naked, hungering cunt!
Lewd bliss surged through Dianne like myriad tongues of licking flame. Oh God! She wanted to be taken this way again and again! Subjected to every obscene demand he, or whoever, could think of to satisfy her naked, desire-racked young body! It couldn't end… it just couldn't…!
Jesus Christ, it was time… time! Knute mentally clocked. His Goddamned boiling load was right on the verge of blasting into her! The bitch was going to cum, too! She'd suddenly raised her head and begun to flail it wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair sweeping crazily back and forth…!
"Oohhh… ooohhh… Goddd… I-I'm going to cummmmm!" she suddenly bleated, her voice dying away in a choking whimper that never stopped!
"Shit, girl… the feeling's mutual!" Knute blurted. "Fuck back hard, baby… daddy's cumming too! Fuck back harrdddd…!"
Every muscle in Dianne's voluptuously squirming young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of maddening, sensual rapture spasm through her screaming, drug-keened loins and belly. She wailed and cried beneath the huge battering cock, while the sphincter muscle of her tiny asshole clenched and flexed rhythmically opened and closed like a fish's mouth! Her buttocks flexed to tense hardness while again she gurgled a wailing moan when her convulsing body finally unleashed in the earth-shattering moment she had been frantically striving toward! There was no time, no space, no motion in all existence, only the immeasurable bliss of her insanely dynamic orgasm as she was struck again and again with the spasmodic twitching of every straining muscle and cord in her climaxing, young body. Then, Olaf's father began spewing his reservoir of seething, thick sperm far up into the hidden recesses of her desperately trembling belly in pleasure-bringing spurts of scalding joy, and again she climaxed, screaming and slamming her upthrusted, naked buttocks frenziedly back onto the incessantly spewing length of his thickly jerking cock…
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dianne had heard their lewd chuckling between them as they left the apartment. She still lay on the bed, obscenely sprawled in her wanton nakedness, her lust-hungered belly a pool brimming with the liquid heat of their thick, viscid sperm. She thought of crying and couldn't. Mark's semblance fought to penetrate the barrier she'd mentally erected against him, but it could not. She stretched out her long legs and lay on her back, letting her small, slender hands wander down over the curves of her naked, white body to the sensual, lusty cunt mouth between her legs, feeling its still generating heat beneath the coating of lewd wet sperm saturating it.
But worse, were the intensive shocks of erotic sensations her exploring fingers sent racing through her yet inflamed young flesh!
Dear God! I'm still alive with the same sluttish want! Why? What's happened to me? Twice I cum, but… but it's not enough! I've got to cum again… and maybe again and again! I'll go mad if I don't… but nothing seems enough! I must be sick! Letting those two animals use me as they did without even a struggle! But even then, they weren't enough! God, I've got to cum again! Either that, or kill myself…!
The latter thought, though only a figure of speech when she'd first thought it, grew immediately, until it was all out of proportion in Dianne's torturously confused mind. She found herself thinking of ways to commit the act, even mentally writing the note she would leave for Mark. It actually helped, because it took her up from the bed and she slipped into a wrapper, going to the kitchen where she made herself a Cuba Libre, then slumped in her husband's favorite chair to contemplate in detail her macabre thoughts.