Doubly impaled now, Anna went completely out of her mind. What had at first been to her only an obnoxious duty to perform for Max had turned into a wild physical release of such magnitude that she thought she was going out of her mind. All the frustrations and strains of the last few months with Max were pouring out in a monumental release that threatened to tear her body apart. She sensed that some of her powerful reaction had to do with the very innocuousness of Jack – he was a perfect instrument for her – young, lean, and strong, without at the same time being able to engage any of her emotions. She was using him, as he had intended to use her, to give herself the release of wantonly fucking a near-stranger, pouring out her frustrated libido in a spasm of automatic reflex.
Not knowing this, Jack felt that it was all his doing, the results of his monumental virility, which did have some basis in fact, because if he had been less active and strong, he would never have been able to call forth such wild reactions from Anna's ready body. His ego growing with every moment, he looked exultantly down at Anna's transformed face. She had that look that comes only in times of great suffering or great passion. Her eyes glittered: blankly, seeing nothing – everything was inside her. Her face was swollen and flushed with blood and her darting tongue licked helplessly over dried, half-open lips. The flush extended down over her breasts, which were swollen almost half again as large as before. The tips of her nipples had softened somewhat, but the whole colored part was tumescent, standing up in a partial hemisphere over the quivering white mounds beneath. Inarticulate cries and moans gushed from her throat and her hands slapped aimlessly at the chair upholstery. Jack could tell she was close to a tremendous orgasm. Her stomach muscles were slowly tightening as the pressure built inside and he knew in a moment she would explode into a frenzy that would dwarf the one he was watching now. He hoped it was soon, because he couldn't hold off his own climax much longer. Already his testicles were drawing further up into his body, ready to pump out the hot sperm, and his cock had grown even larger, so large that it ached painfully as it continued its wild ride inside Anna's hot slippery cuntal sheath.
"Ooohhhhh… JACK!" she suddenly cried out. "I-I'm going to cum! Fuck me hard… don't stop… keep your finger in my asshole!" Anna felt as if her entire lower body were on fire, lit by the double entry into her pelvic area. Jack's finger in her rectum oddly complemented his cock slithering wetly in and out of her wonderfully gratified cunt. She knew that her orgasm would be the strongest she had experienced in a long time, and was grateful that Jack had a powerful body. A smaller man she might have bucked off, she thought.
Suddenly it hit. A thrust of Jack's ever-enlarging rod, deeper than the rest, passed beyond some invisible barrier and she felt as if a great fire had been started far up inside her cringing belly. It grew and grew, burning brighter and brighter, until her whole being was consumed by it. She lost track of what was going on outside her suddenly transformed body, only knew the rocketing bliss in her most secret inner parts and felt Jack's mighty organ, faithfully digging in deeper and deeper as her climaxing cunt opened to receive it.
Jack found that he had to pull his finger from Anna's ass after all. Awestruck, he watched the already wildly passionate young brunette change into a screaming banshee as her orgasm tore through her strong, beautiful young body. He had to hang onto the chair with both hands to hold her down as she writhed and twisted beneath him. Her pelvis rose off the chair to meet his, making it even easier to plunge his thundering cock to new depths. Her sleek stomach muscles were drawn into one iron-hard band as her body convulsed into final release. But most of all, he was aware of her inner vaginal muscles, clamping rhythmically and hungrily around the base of his already near-bursting cock.
That did it for Jack. This last obscene realization touched off his own long-delayed orgasm, and with a deep-throated yell he threw back his head and held his cock rigidly buried as far up into Anna's convulsing pussy-sheath as it would go. He could sense the whole length of his rock-hard shaft vibrating madly as the hot sperm raced up from his balls, ready to spray unendingly into Anna's sperm-hungry body.
With the last of her strength, Anna sensed his hot seminal load gushing into her cunt, and pressing her heels hard into his backside, she strained his shuddering loins to hers. The joyful realization that he was filling her hot needing cunt with his male seed touched off another orgasm in Anna, a shorter one this time, but her vaginal muscles worked even more strenuously, guided in part by her conscious volition, milking the hot wet cum from Jack's madly spouting organ.
They strained together for over a minute, trying to get the most out of each other's sweat-slippery, quivering bodies. As the last of his burning load shot deep up into Anna's womb, he looked down fascinated by the way her rippling cunt-muscles shot their combined juices back out around the hairy base of his nearly exhausted penis, coating his thighs, and running down into the hot pink cleft between her buttocks to drip wetly onto the soaking upholstery below.
With one last wild cry, Jack knew that his climax was over, and collapsed heavily forward onto Anna's exhausted body. She still moved below him, her hips twitching involuntarily from time to time as the last of her orgasms died away slowly. Their breaths rasped loud in the half-darkened room for several minutes, until finally they were able to bring their lungs under control.
They both felt Jack's depleted organ shrinking in side Anna's still gently working vagina, each of them with different emotions. Jack was sorry that it was over and at the same time exhalted. I've done it! he thought gleefully, believing that now Anna was his. She'd succumbed to his advances and he had no doubt, after the performance he'd put on that she would be his for the asking for as long as he wanted her. Maybe time enough for there to be some kind of change in his partially frigid wife.
For her part, Anna was grateful for the admittedly fine fucking she'd received from Jack, but to her it could have been anybody who could get it up for long enough and stay with her wild responses. She didn't like Jack very much, disgusted with him for the way he treated his wife, with whom she felt a close bond. She didn't feel guilty about having tucked her friend's husband – her mind didn't work that way. Sex to her was a great universal reservoir from whom anyone might drink – nobody necessarily owned another's genitals. Loyalty and help in time of need were the parameters of her idea of fidelity, not who fucked who. Yes, she'd gotten what she needed from someone whom Max had ordered her to fuck anyhow, and her main reaction was pleasure from the terrific fucking she'd just had. She didn't know that Max was up in the attic filming them – she thought he would just question her later on what kind of lover Jack had been, and then put pressure on the young man to make his wife available. But she had already seen how poorly that had worked tonight when J.B. had tried to move in on Pam. She doubted that Max would have any better luck. As far as she was concerned, it was over.
"Hey, you're heavy," she complained to Jack who was learning on her, his mouth roaming idly over her still-sensitive breasts.