"I know it's your asshole," Jack Bailey growled, his hands slipping beneath Sylvia's thighs to pull her buttocks backward even farther than they'd been before. He held himself poised behind her for a moment, then again lunged forward
And this time there was no retreat.
"Aaagggghhhhhhhh!" Sylvia cried out, her teeth gritting, her face contorting with lust. For a moment she trembled and whimpered before him. Then, as Cathy gawked with even greater astonishment and disgust, she heaved out a low, satisfied sounding sigh: "Ahhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss. That's it, easy."
Cathy was almost going out of her mind. My God, as if Bailey's nine inch cock wasn't big enough to rip her pussy apart, he'd insisted on giving it to her in the ass. And not only was she not fighting back, she was liking it. It was almost too much to believe, and yet the visions of pain and sensation it prompted in Cathy's still relatively innocent young mind were too much for her to deny. The thought of having something like that ripping her apart at the seams the way it must be doing to Sylvia now was causing a perverse masochistic stirring up in the depths of her loins and of her own cherished and untouched little anus that went far beyond anything else she'd experienced during this whole long weird night, and even as she stood staring from the shadows at the act of sodomy being performed before her wide, watery eyes, Cathy was now masturbating herself to a peak of frenzy.
Her thumb moved swiftly back and forth across the throbbing bud of her clitoris, her extended middle finger plunging rapidly in and out of the hair-ringed opening of her cunt, her third finger venturing curiously back between her buttocks to stroke over the tight clenched aperture of her own cringing anus. Her breath was coming in short guttural gasps, one following swiftly upon the other like the panting of a dog after a long run. And standing with her bare feet set wide apart on the floor, her dress unbuttoned almost to her navel to reveal the dark shadowy cleavage between her proud young breasts, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her thighs spread out almost frog-like from the semi-squatting position she'd assumed in order to facilitate her greedy self-stimulation, her eyes glazed and wild, her mouth slack and open, her tongue hanging out as though parched by thirst, she would have served as visual competition even for the wildly ass-fucking couple performing for her, had there been another impartial audience to make a choice between the two separate acts.
Now Sylvia's whole body was twisting and writhing in exquisite masochistic response to the painful penetration of Bailey's cock which was sawing ruthlessly in and out of her rectum. Her moaning was almost continuous, enough to drown out the sound of Cathy's panting and periodic sympathetic whimpers, and it was with a kind of terrified fascination that the vicariously aroused young blonde watched the huge cock skewering again and again in the kneeling woman's ravished anal tract. It plundered her rectum mercilessly, its full horrifying length almost disappearing completely as Bailey's groin slammed down hard against the waggling cushions of her ass, his pubic hair matting down into the sensitive crack between them and the heavy sac of his testicles slapping in counter rhythm against the dripping pinkness of her cunt.
And in spite of all her own inexperience Cathy could see that both husband and wife were building swiftly toward their peak. He was hammering in and out of her licentiously expanded back passage like a wild animal in heat, and she was taking every inch of his enormous cock. Cathy would have closed her eyes to blot out the sight if she'd retained a thread of decency and pride, but by now she was so caught up in her voyeuristic eavesdropping that she didn't want to miss a minute of the show. Nor could she do anything to control the helpless reaction of her own lustfully aroused young body. She was trembling from head to toe, masturbating frenziedly and without shame, no longer concerned even with maintaining her silence. Nothing mattered now but the lurid scene before her and the heightening tremors of lust and excitement that coursed over her own half naked flesh. The maddening fire in her seething vagina was raging out of control and the erotic gasps of pain and pleasure issuing from the sodomized woman in the other room were torturing her almost as much as the merciless violation of her anus must be torturing Sylvia. The young blonde was lost in a libidinous spiral of sensual passion, sinking to heretofore unknown depths of depravity, the moans and whimpers pouring from her throat as she continued to masturbate herself to even greater arousal.
Then, as she felt a deep rumbling far up in the most secret depths of her loins, her half-conscious mind decided it was time to even further increase the sensation and with a suddenly low, gasp she initiated a punishing pressure of her third finger against her tight little anus even as the second remained embedded in her cunt. She encountered a sharp stab of pain, a moment's brief resistance; then her whole body tensed and quivered as suddenly the first joint popped up into the tiny little opening. Just that intrusion caused a flash of heated sensual pain to dart electrically through her body, but in the raw determination of her lust she refused to be deterred. Gritting her teeth, her own low gasp still lost in the screams and whimpers from the other room, she probed her finger relentlessly inward, worming it slowly and teasingly straight up into the hot spongy cavity of her ass.
A moment later, as she squeezed her two deeply violating fingers together against the thin tissue like membrane that separated her two sensuously ravished openings, it happened. Her body shuddered, her knees buckling so that she had to catch herself to keep from sprawling flat on the floor. She seemed to hear a distant explosion deep inside her brain that left her mind almost blank, and for a moment she didn't even recognize the wild sensation that gripped her. Then, guided by instinct, she resumed the rapid tweaking of her thumb over her clitoris and the plundering of her middle finger in and out of her cunt. She felt her pussy contract again and again around the deeply penetrating finger as the burning wetness of her vagina spilled out her pulsing cunt-lips to flow in a sticky stream down over her hand as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her body and mind. The teeming flow of liquid dribbled along her thighs and some of it seemed even to issue from the smaller hole between her buttocks as she continued to fuck her other finger in and out of her anus until she'd milked the last ounce of exquisite pleasure and release that her lust-filled young body had to offer.
And it was only afterward, as her exhausted hand ceased to move and she stood, panting and gasping to catch her breath, that she realized the significance of what had just taken place. She had cum. She'd had a climax. Her first real clitoral-vaginal-anal orgasm!
Her hand still pressed tightly up between her thighs, Cathy gave out with a low sigh. Then she opened her eyes, blinking as the blurred montage before her again took shape in the den and she saw the couple, sprawled now motionless on the rug, their bodies gleaming with sweat, their own breathing now almost steady.
My God, she thought, gripped suddenly by terror and shame as reality descended back over her. Had they heard her? Seen her? But a moment later, seeing that they had hardly moved, she realized they had not. They had cum too, probably at the same time as she. Then with a silent gasp, she drew her hand down from between her thighs, feeling an almost painless pop as her finger left her protesting little asshole. Tears of shame pouring from her eyes, she fled silently back down the hail to the room, vowing that no matter what happened she must force Bob to get her away from this place as soon as they arose tomorrow morning.
But even with all her guilt and humiliation, a chord of triumph seemed to strike of its own initiative far in the back of her mind:
She had cum, she had cum, she had cum.