"But with an outside lover… ”
“I don't think she has any. This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't put the boy up to it. Lisbeth's not stupid. She wouldn't go out of her way to seduce somebody, but she likes Harold, and when something like this suddenly offers, she won't deprive herself.”
“It's gross!" cried Cheryl.
"Totally," said Foster. "I've reached the age when it takes new things to reach excitement. Call it middle-aged madness." He chuckled again.
"Aren't you going to stop it?" she asked.
"No. She's entitled, considering I've done a few extra-curricular things myself. Perhaps you've noticed.”
All this time they'd been struggling with her blouse, he to loosen it, she to keep it buttoned. She lost because she still clutched Salt. Now he undid her cut-off jeans.
"Professor!" she cried in shock.
"You're going to have to, you know, if you want to leave this house with that silly looking thing," he said calmly.
He peeled down her shorts and panties over her hips and below her knees, right down to her boots. He gave a shove; she gave a cry, and she found herself sitting in a big leather chair while he stripped off her boots, her shorts and panties. With her cape gone and her blouse unbuttoned and flung back, she might as well be naked.
"I don't want this," she wailed.
"We'll put the boots back on," he said. "I've always wanted to fuck a sexy young girl wearing only boots.”
She struggled, but he managed to replace her boots. Then he spun her over to the big, comfortable leather sofa. While she ended up in a tangle of arms and legs, he removed his robe. He was naked underneath and already hard. It had been planned.
"This is attempted rape," she cried.
"I don't think you'll want to tell your side of it when I tell what happened before,” he said smoothly. "Coed high jinks don't include a woman fingering another woman, or setting up an innocent boy to fuck an older woman. Then don't forget-I hold the ace card.”
"Wha-what?”
He jerked Salt from her hand and set it on an end table. "Play the game and you walk out of here with your figurine in less than ten minutes. Oppose me and you leave alone.”
The whole trouble with her situation was that she'd been sexed up to begin with. She'd left that bedroom upstairs with her cunt sizzling, and her warm juices at full flow. The sight of Harold hadn't done anything to calm her down, nor the actions of the hot-bellied woman upstairs. The kinkiness of voyeuring the love-making kept her high. To think the Professor watched his own wife being fucked turned her on some more. As for the professor, he shocked her, but his randiness didn't turn her off. Her own father was so uptight and stiff that it was a pleasure to meet an older man who was more than a little sex-crazy. Still, she had to make some kind of a struggle.
"Let me go," she cried, writhing against his naked body as he tried to mount her saddle. "I'm not a cheap, wild girl.”
"Shut up and watch the show, and let things happen," he ordered.
She didn't have much choice. His heavy hips pinned her down and his prick, digging here and there to find her hole, began to excite her.
"I want you to know that I don't approve of this," she said. Then: "Ohhhhh.”
About three inches of cock slid into her cunt, which was well-oiled to receive the sexy messenger.
"I-know it," he grunted in pleasure. "It's not-your-uh-fault.”
"I disown this. uhhhhhh." His prick oozed up her vagina to take her full measure.
"I hold you blameless, Cheryl. Sweet Cheryl! Sexy Cheryl!" he cried and began to thrust.
Over his shoulder, Cheryl had an excellent view of the screen and the action upstairs. They had stopped fooling around. Harold laid on top of Lisbeth Foster and drilled into her with his cock. Lisbeth took it with fabulous wriggles of her hips to get the full effect of the smallish cock. She didn't have to wiggle to get the full thrill of her fuck. The professor was plenty big. He fucked in and out of her at an almost sedate pace that was excruciatingly lovely, a real cocksman.
He turned his head. "Let's see how-they're doing-" he gasped.
He reached over her head and found a control. He worked both the angle and the zoom and the pictures shot up to a full sight of Harold's cock reaming into Lisbeth's envelope, gleaming with her juices. The fabulous close-up filled the screen. He put her hand on it to show her how it worked.
"En-joy," he said.
A sweet, dazed feeling crept over Cheryl. Everything was going to come out okay. She had Salt back and she knew the necklace was inside. Lisbeth and Harold upstairs were going to make out all right and never be aware that others watched them fucking. It would be good for the virginal Harold and the lovely but restrained Lisbeth, who certainly deserved a little adulterous sex. The professor was happy, not only with the wild voyeur act of seeing his wife fucked, but with the joy of screwing a long-legged blonde wearing boots. All Cheryl had to do was lay back, watch the show, and relax.
"Ah, good, good," she said, approving of the tight cock slide in her cunt, despite earlier reluctance. He had a good contact with her clit and she felt the leaping, delightful thrills of the action on her main sex nerve. His slow steady strokes were a welcome change from the wild bucking the young men usually gave her.
"Purr-fect," he crooned, hands under her ass to cant her loins for his best angle.
He was more absorbed in watching the effect of his prick and its impact on her than watching the screen. She couldn't keep her eyes off the TV picture, wiggling the controls to watch the fuck upstairs, first from afar and then zooming in for different angles of the struggling bodies. She felt quite sophisticated, worldly, and full of crazy good humor at being fucked while she watched others fuck. Who'd ever believe this? Poor Abby should've come along for this adventure.
Her body went moist; the professor sagged in delicious contact, lying on her belly so that the air squished out between them with an obscene sound. He began to suck her nipples. She began to fuck back against his thrilling, terrific prick as her own ecstasy soared. Still she managed to keep half an eye on the lascivious action between Harold and Lisbeth.
For the first time in sex Cheryl felt a wild bitch delight that she'd never experienced before. This sex was different than anything that had happened to her. She loved the professor's swollen plunging prick, but she didn't love him. She could forget about trying to please him to enjoy herself. She opened her being to the exquisite sensation of the cock riding her clit in order to extract every bit of sensual joy from it. Each stroke backwards and forwards seemed to drive high voltage pleasure along an intricate set of white hot wires extending up from her cunt to her stomach and breasts and down to her thighs and calves.
She became aware that his hot body plastered to hers pleased a different set of sensuous nerves in her smooth skin. Still another intense flood of joy poured from her locked and responding nipples. She was a total woman in a total fuck.
"Ah, so sweet-geting hotter," mumbled her lover. His pace increased.
Her own loins moved faster and increased all these joys.
"You're-fucking-me crazeee," she keened.
It was true and the frank word made it that more enjoyable. Not sex for love or for power or to impress or win something. Sex to please only the complicated existing love network with which her body was endowed. Talk about hedonist pleasure! This was the peak.
Beyond that her eyes brought her additional excitement as she watched the fuck taking place upstairs. What a privilege to see the sex-lock of two naked adult bodies; twisting and thrusting in ecstatic joy. She'd seen X-rated movies, but they didn't satisfy as well as what took place on the TV screen across the way, especially with that zoom attachment.
She got a further erotic thought. If ever she had a chance to beat her disgusting hangups, now was the golden time. She was locked in delightful man-woman sex and witnessing still another couple do it.