Running To Stand Still Ch. 6

Feverishly building towards his own release, Pablo knew he probably would have came much sooner if it wasn't for the fact that most of his semen was already released, drying in a crusty dotted trail on the 4th floor snack room's carpet where Gloria Monroe had utterly belittled him earlier.

Trying to muster every drop of seminal fluid he had left to shoot into Sherry Mitchum's raised cunt, suddenly Pablo felt a strange tug on his left shoulder.

Fearing for his life for just a moment, Pablo worried that Mark Mitchum had finally come to his senses and was on the verge of taking out some twisted guilty revenge on the young boy when he saw how sexually fulfilled that Pablo had made his wife.

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It took every ounce of energy Mark had to keep to himself from cumming on his bent knees from the sight of his wife completely losing control of her body under the sexual devastation that her 18 year old student had unleashed upon her. Closing his right hand into a tight fist around the head of his prick, Mark successfully squeezed off his cum flow like a garden hose just in time. Unable to fathom Pablo's potent endurance, Mark gingerly rose from his knees to stop the Argentinean boy before he could finally cum.

As if he had been reduced to nothing more than a meager beggar, Mark rose to his feet beside the bed, holding his clenched fist around his cock tightly, right behind Pablo's left shoulder.

Reaching out with his free hand, Mark gently took hold of Pablo's heated flesh and leaned in to whisper into the boy's ear.

"Flip her over...I want to see you fuck her doggystyle," Mark hoarsely groaned, forgetting the grinding stud's still loose grasp of the English language.

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The language barrier was something Pablo Sandivere was slowly overcoming. Combine that with the fact that a myriad of crazed and conflicting emotions were pumping like nitroglycerine through his teenage body caused him to have absolutely no clue about what Mark was trying to convey.

The lingering surrealistic sensation of Sherry's husband standing so closely beside him, continuing to masturbate himself as he whispered into Pablo's ear made the teenager nervously twinge as he slipped his cock free from his coach's buttery cunt.

Pablo could see the deviant glee etched across Mark's face as his eyes lit up at the sight of Pablo's uncircumcised cock spilling free from Sherry's snatch, his wife's copious juices causing the young boy's dick to look as if it had been dipped into a frothy vanilla milkshake.

It wasn't until Mark made a rolling gesture with his free hand that Pablo got an inkling as to what Mark Mitchum wanted Pablo to do next with his wife. Reaching down with his sweaty hands, Pablo took a firm grip around each side of Sherry's hip bones, cautiously rolling her onto her side so he could position her just the way Mark was asking. When his confused eyes looked up into Mark's to see if he was situating Sherry's limp body correctly and their gazes met, Pablo saw a determined, almost scary twinkle in the man's steely focus.

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Having nearly lost touch with consciousness, Sherry Mitchum felt as if her body was adrift on some stormy sea as the waves of post orgasmic shock buckled her to the core. Thinking it was her husband that had just fucked her to completion, never in her wildest and sickest mental reaches imagining it could have been anyone else pushing her over the edge.

Mouthing her husband's name, trying to convey to Mark the utter joy that she thought he had just brought her, Sherry was flabbergasted as to Mark's level of desire and wantonness. Usually after he made her cum he would collapsed beside her and nuzzle up to her neck, kissing her lovingly as they bathed in the glow of release together.

When she felt two strong hands on her hips trying to raise her up from her back so they could flip her like a 110 pound pancake onto her belly, Sherry couldn't fathom what had gotten into her husband.

Feeling her body go weightless for just a brief moment, the disorientation of her blindness combined with the alcohol laden sexual after glow, Sherry had to fend off a woozy sense of vertigo until she finally felt the hands holding her deposit her body face down on the mattress.

Her head still swimming in the abyss, Sherry was helpless to comply with the urgent, forceful manipulations of the lust driven men behind her. Feeling Pablo's mighty hands squeeze her firm white asscheeks like two ripe melons, Sherry suddenly felt her tush rising from the bed until her legs followed suit, being lifted into a crude doglike stance.

Now perched drunkenly on her knees, her ass raised invitingly for her suitor to take, Sherry waited for the inevitable, for who she thought was her husband to take her from behind.

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Once Mark realized Pablo had finally grasped what his was trying to demonstrate, he took a step back and watched with carnal amazement as the young stud effortlessly flipped Sherry over onto her quivering belly. Keeping one hand latched on his cock, Mark extended his free hand in an attempt to steady Pablo as he flipped Sherry. As he held his hand out there in an useless attempt to help, Mark clearly understood Pablo was in total control and didn't need any guidance whatsoever from him.

Watching Pablo forcefully pull Sherry by the ass towards him, positioning her perfectly so that he could mount her from behind, Mark allowed his gaze to drift lower to see the distance between Pablo's mammoth erection and the gaping pink target of his wife's cunt disappear.

His eyeballs seeming to boil in their sockets, Mark was transfixed by how beautifully sculpted Pablo's penis appeared as it arched like a jousting spear towards Sherry's sopping quim.

Pumping his cock in a slow methodical cadence, Mark felt an odd temptation and desire to reach out with his free hand and touch the innocence and beauty of the boy that was preparing to fuck his wife again.

Sensing Pablo temporarily pause his assault on Sherry's cunt when he saw Mark reaching out towards him out of the corner of his eye, Mark halted his curious advances. There was an awkward moment of frozen silence between the two until Pablo subtly nodded his head, unsteadily beckoning Sherry's husband on.

Listening to the almost diesel-like whine roaring out of Sherry's muffled mouth, Mark truly grasped just how gifted the young Argentinean boy was as he re-entered Sherry from behind.

Mark couldn't help but bow his head in shame when he heard the way Sherry whimpered on and on about how much bigger and harder she thought his cock felt than it normally did when he fucked her. Knowing Sherry had no clue one of her 18 year old students was the one having his way with her, Mark felt as if someone had kicked him in the stomach as he processed Sherry's lust crazed assertions, despite the fact that his cock only seemed to harden in his pawing hand.

Looking over Pablo's shoulder down at his blindfolded wife, Mark couldn't help but feel a queer sense of appreciation to Pablo for truly bringing out the slut inside of Sherry.

With a cautious mix of apprehensive lust and jealous curiosity, Mark tentatively eased up behind Pablo's kneeling body, the whole time trying to quell his gut-wrenching fear of what he might be capable of.

Desperately wanting to experience the same power himself of the young man that had so completely satisfied his wife, Mark couldn't hold his left hand back as it hesitantly reached out, allowing it to sway perilously close to Pablo's firm, pear-shaped ass.

Feeling the air ripple off Pablo's thrusting body as the aerodynamics of his brutal fuck pace swirled around the bed, Mark allowed his all consuming need to touch the young man fucking his wife to take over.

The instant Mark's fingertips grazed Pablo's sweat-glazed hips, he felt as if he had reached into the stall of a champion rodeo bronco that was lunging furiously to escape it's confines. Feeling the intense power coursing off the teenager's chiseled body, Mark felt an overwhelming urge to become one with the handsome stud as he made his blindfolded wife writhe helplessly under his pounding assault.

Slipping his right knee up onto the bottom edge of the mattress so that he was almost shadowing Pablo from behind, Mark removed his right hand from his rock solid penis, allowing it to swing wildly in midair, and used both hands to reach forward and use the track star's chiseled back for support as he guided himself up on both knees behind Pablo.

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Too far over the edge to care, any visceral stimulation on his skin only increased Pablo's pleasure as he dicked down his sultry track coach from the rear. Fully aware Sherry's husband had now taken his place directly behind his hulking frame, Pablo felt strangely excited by Mark's presence back there, even if he was still a little unsure as to Mark Mitchum's intentions.

As his relentless pounding of Sherry continued, Pablo could feel the familiar electric buzzes of orgasm building once again in his loins when Mark's probing right hand finally sneaked down and caressed the tender inner skin of his asscheeks. A moment later, Pablo's eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt Mark's trembling fingers begin to play with his balls from behind, rolling their heaviness around as if they were two large walnuts in his palm.

Considering the sexual roller coaster he had been on during the past hour, Pablo's single concern was that he was actually fucking a woman that he had kept himself awake nights fantasizing about. Now slicing her prized cunt open from behind with a seemingly nonstop array of hammering thrusts, the fact that the woman's lust sick husband was behind him on the bed, taking indecent liberties, only heightened the experience.

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Feeling her pussy swell around the glorious cock pistoning her from behind, Sherry felt as if she was on the verge of spontaneously combusting, praying she could hold onto consciousness long enough before the overwhelming sensations ripping through her caused her to black out.

Quaking from the power of the thighs, she thought belonged to her husband, as they pounded her raised ass relentlessly, there was a brief consideration that it couldn't be Mark behind her, causing her that much savage joy.

With the head of Pablo's cock stabbing all the way up her pussy, Sherry swore she could feel it all the way up into her stomach with each deepening thrust it made inside of her. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Sherry rabidly bit down on the pillow cushioning her face, forcing the material of the pillow all the way back in her throat to muffle to shrill screams of ecstasy now tearing out of her lungs.

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With each forward thrust of his huge, blunt penis inside his coach's overheated body, a sense of unleashed dominance and release washed over Pablo's body as the young boy watched with intense focus, the older woman buckle under his virile assault.

Clenching his teeth together in a clear show of aroused desperation, Pablo felt an unimaginable glow of kinetic joy as Mark Mitchum played with his swinging balls from behind, at the same time his cum was rushing to the surface to spew into Mark's wife's uplifted cunt.

When the 18 year old stud felt the warm spongy tip of Mark's penis bounce back and forth between his firm asscheeks, Pablo intuitively knew what was coming next. Feeling Mark's manual manipulations on his bloated balls become more rapid and furtive, Pablo guessed correctly that Sherry's husband was trying to steady his cock at the entrance of the teenager's cherry ass.

The devout Catholic upbringing that had created the conscience in Pablo's head pleaded for him to put a stop to the vile circumstances he had become immersed into. The feel however, of Sherry Mitchum's molten pussy and the sheer wantonness her husband was exhibiting behind him, was simply too much to escape from.

When Pablo felt Mark let out a long gasp of heated air against the back of his neck, the young stud's face winced as a flash of blinding light exploded inside his head. Bucking forward, almost lifting Sherry's kneeling body off the bed, Pablo felt his whole body convulse when Mark's sturdy arousal penetrated his button sized anus.

Looking like a surreal freight train from Hell, the three shook and writhed in a jerky, perverted rhythm on the hotel bed.

Sandwiched between the wanton married couple, Pablo had no choice but to keep pressing forward, feeling what cum he still had left in his balls scalding his plumbing as it boiled to the surface.

Each time Mark pushed forward into Pablo's ass from behind, the 18 year old felt his knees buckle on the mattress until Sherry's husband, sensing Pablo was becoming unsteady, reached out with his shaking hands and held the Argentinean teenager by the shoulders, savoring every ounce of energy exuding from the gifted stud as he sexually devastated Sherry's exhausted body.

The irresistible chain of events that had set up Pablo Sandivere's orgasm had already been set into motion, but when he felt Mark grab his flexing shoulders from behind and hold him tightly as the teenager burrowed out Sherry's cunt, Pablo couldn't help but falling over the edge of oblivion as well. With the rebar-like hardness of Mark's cock tightly wedged inside his throbbing asshole and his own joint hammering like a dervish into his coach whimpering underneath him, Pablo wallowed in untold euphoria as his head arched backwards and his mouth shot open to scream.

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Gritting his teeth, Mark felt as if wildfire had racked his body as he anally explored another man for the first time. Feeling every muscle in Pablo's body tense up like a wiry catapult, as soon as the youngster's orgasm snapped, Mark felt his own crushing release erupt as well.

When the teenager's head rocked backwards, Mark immediately sensed the boy was on the verge of screaming out at the top of his lungs. Knowing his wife was only blindfolded, Mark worried that Sherry would somehow recognize Pablo's rich South American accent if he were to fill the hotel room with his glorious cries of pleasure.

Lifting his left hand quickly off Pablo's left shoulder, Mark gently wrapped it over Pablo's opened mouth, allowing the kid's fitful screams to vibrate violently against the salty skin of his palm.

With his whole body shimmying and quaking, Mark lowered his right hand from Pablo's other shoulder and drifted it down the stud's rippled frame. Slipping his curious fingers over Pablo's heaving abs then down through his soft, curly pubic hair, Mark awkwardly took control of the young man's enormous prick between his spastic fingers.

Once Mark had a secure grip around the sloppy behemoth's base, he pumped Pablo's twitching erection for all it was worth, helping the boy deposit every drop of lust he could into Sherry's flowering, sopping wet vagina.

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Sandwiched between Mark's urgent thrusts behind him and Sherry, bucking like a caged animal, once again, in front of him, Pablo felt like dying right then and there. There was simply no way life could get any better. Allowing his brutish gasps of boyish joy to resonate in Mark's cupped hand, Pablo freely accepted Sherry's husband's advances, letting the possessed man fill his asshole full of cum while the teenager urgently spewed his own load deep inside of Sherry's straining cunt.

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After Mark had sheepishly thanked Pablo and walked the spent athlete back out to the hallway, he kicked himself for not even having the decency to have made eye contact with the exhausted teenager before shutting the door. Walking back towards Sherry's bedside, Mark Mitchum gently sat himself down beside his wife's sweaty, cum-saturated frame.

Kissing her neck softly as she slept, Mark stroked his hand over Sherry's soft, salty skin for several minutes until he felt his nearly raw dick start to twitch with life again...

- THE END -

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