Ascending Lauren Ch. 14

"AHHHHHH, ohhh," Corey exhaled, basking in the pleasure that was the budding sex worker's warm and inviting mouth.

Suddenly, Lauren arched her back, her head draped over the young man's arm, black hair dangling to the couch.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, ohhhh..." she mewled, hugging Jax tightly as a tiny orgasm washed over her.

Corey too almost succumbed, but held back, wanting to enjoy the redhead's blowjob just a while longer. But before he could even think about coating the back of her throat, Chloe pulled off, strands of precum sticking to plump lips. With a quick wipe, she stood and shimmied the dress to the floor.

No panties, what a surprise.

The girl looked down at him in just fishnet stockings and platform shoes, the neatly trimmed crimson landing strip, only about a quarter inch in width, leading his watering eyes to her pink treasure.

Fuck yeah. Today's my lucky day.

Corey smiled sheepishly and grabbed her hand to bring her closer. To his surprise, she scoffed and pulled away, yanking her wrist from his fingertips. Astonished, he instead watched the dancer move to stand above Jax and Lauren.

"Shall we make a night of this?" Chloe purred.

Jax grinned with anticipation as his friend pulled Lauren off his lap. He stopped and looked over at the confused husband.

"We're going to go fuck your wife silly," the cocky Don Juan stated matter-of-factly. "You're either in or out. What'll it be?"

Corey could not speak. Heat radiated from his gut all the way down his legs and up through his cheeks. His breathing became rapid and uncontrolled. He wasn't sure if he should be pissed at the arrogant jackal talking to him that way in his own place, or complacent because what was unfolding was so damn intriguing.

"That's what I thought," the young man smirked. "We'll leave the light on for you."

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A long, long way from home, the lonely but clearly aroused project manager remained on the sofa, cock hanging out of his fly. For the moment, he was content to just be within earshot of the wet, smacking sounds and occasional light moaning coming from the bedroom. He'd read about how intense pure auditory stimulation could be, and he'd fantasized about listening to Lauren getting fucked many times. But as minute after agonizing minute passed, his curiosity got the best of him. Quietly rolling off the couch, discarding his clothes along the way, he tiptoed to the doorjamb and peeked in. For a man with Corey's kink, it was a sight to behold.

The comforter had been tossed carelessly to the footboard, and in the middle of the king bed lay his beautiful and completely naked wife. Gone were the leggings and stilettos, replaced by an equally nude Jax who had his face buried between her thighs, legs held high above his head by powerful tattooed arms. Chloe lay next the older woman and was kissing her passionately, gently massaging those itty-bitty titties. Lauren moaned into the stripper's mouth as their tongues whorled around the other, pulling and tugging.

Jax's tongue was busy as well, inching its way into the depths of the junior executive's sopping wet pussy. Having just cum on the sofa, her slit was already oozing clear juices and he eagerly lapped up the delicious cocktail as quickly as it was secreted.

Corey absentmindedly began stroking himself as he watched the young man masterfully pleasing his wife. He wasn't just eating her pussy, he was consuming it. Expertly alternating between his nose and fingers to massage her clit, he continued to burrow his tongue as deep as it would go. The way she was writhing on the bed, guttural moans growing louder by the second, his acumen at cunnilingus seemed almost...professional.

"Ohhh... ummmm...ohhh," Lauren squirmed under Jax's face, her hips raising to meet his mouth, trying to fuck the swirling pink appendage as it flicked from his mouth like a snake. He was tormenting her, edging her, taking her to brink again and again...until she was ready.

"NOW!" he told Chloe, who immediately took Lauren into her arms, her fingers rolling her friend's nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

In one practiced motion, Jax latched his hand onto the gyrating cunt and buried three fingers into her undulating hole, his palm balancing on sticky, gooey lips.

"OH FUCK!" Lauren screamed, her head slamming repeatedly into Chloe's chest.

"Let it go, baby," the girl urged her moaning friend. "Cum for Jax!"

"Ohhhhhhhh," came the primal utterance as the fourth finger entered her vagina.

Corey watched his wife's face contort as her climax built. The way she was being held by Chloe, Jax's hand between her legs, it reminded him of childbirth in some odd perverse and demented way.

"You like that, whore?" Jax barked. He'd done his homework.

"Nnnnggggggghhhhh..."

"Cum on my hand, slut!"

Lauren felt the final push between her legs as the boy's entire fist slid in. "Oh GAWWWWWWDDD noooooooo!"

"Look, look what you're doing to your husband, whore!" Jax yelled.

Lauren's head snapped towards the bedroom door, her eyes afire. The sight of her naked Corey, furiously masturbating as she was being fisted by the young stud, sent her over the edge.

"Oh God Corey! Oh please...ohhh...ohhh..GAH!"

"That's it baby, relax and let all that energy flow out your body," Chloe coached, "right out that pretty little cunt!"

"FUUUCCCKKKK!"

Jax kept pumping his fist in and out of the wild wanton wife as the natural lubrication continued to build. Corey could hear the sloshing of his hand all the way across the room.

Splat, splat, splish.

"Do it Lauren!" Chloe demanded, "Cum for us. CUM FOR US ALL, YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEE!"

And cum she did. Her body bolted upright as she grabbed Jax's hair, pulling it hard. The first spurt was more of a spritz than a squirt. Jax pressed his thumb into her engorged clit, triggering exactly what he hoped would happen. Suddenly a small geyser jetted from Lauren's pussy, coating his fist and the length of his arm with one, then a second, eruption. Through it all, Chloe held her tight until the stream subsided and her hips stopped bucking, gently stroking her hair until her mind rejoined her body.

Jax crawled up the mattress through the puddle and flopped down next to the two girls.

"You like?" he asked Lauren, who was still trying to regain her breath.

"Never in my life..." she panted, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Well now you have."

Amidst the lingering intimacy, they happen to hear an odd whine coming from the foot of the bed. The three looked down to see a naked Corey, dick in hand, going for a home run.

"OH NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T!" Chloe yelled, leaping off the mattress. She slapped his hands away and pulled him onto the bed to groans of a ruined orgasm.

"Serves you right," she admonished him. "Spying on your lovely wife. Did you see what you came to see?"

Corey didn't answer. He just leaned back against the headboard, exhausted, as spasms of what was to be a fitting release faded away. Lauren was laying on her side with a small grin, staring at her husband. Jax lay behind her, caressing a dainty arm.

"I didn't hear you," Chloe pushed. "You know what I think, Jax? I think this prying perv is hoping to see more. Aren't you perv?"

Prying perv? This is my apartment too. Still, he was riding the high of a nut that didn't happen, so Corey closed his eyes and simply nodded his head.

"Then what is it you came to see, hmmm? C'mon, we're waiting."

The older man's moist eyes could not hide the internal conflict that was tearing him apart. A part of him just wanted to be alone with his wife, to make love, to cuddle. The other part...well...

"Still waiting."

"Do her. Fuck the cheap whore."

The smile on Lauren's face faded slightly as Jax's broadened. He stood at the end of the bed and roughly yanked her ass to the edge. "With pleasure, dude."

Corey looked on as the heavily tattooed man positioned his cock between Lauren's thighs and ran the head along the folds of her sopping wet box.

"You heard him, J...fuck that slut," Chloe ordered.

Lauren gasped at what was about to enter her. It was as long as Zane's but much wider and rounder, like a can of potato chips. "Wait, oh god..." She was out of breath already, waving her hand to the side of the bed. "Drawer."

All three looked at Corey expectantly. Muttering, he opened the nightstand and removed the one of the four remaining XL condom packets and tossed it to Jax. The boy caught it, tore open the packet, and rolled it on. Corey was envious at how smoothly it unfurled on the glistening member; no gaps, no slack. A perfect fit.

The teasing began in earnest as he pushed his impressive tool between reddening lips, but not quite penetrating. He spent the better part of five minutes simply rubbing the circumcised glans around her pulsing slit. His arousal was apparent too, as evidenced by the amount of leaking precum.

Finally, the impatient stripper, who had taken to fingering herself, had had enough. "C'mon, Jax, do it!"

Corey could easily tell when the boy first entered his wife. Hands gripping the sheets, her mouth opened wide as if to cry out, but there was no sound. The initial push and stretch had sucked the wind from her lungs.

Once in, the rest of the journey was easy, the lubrication from the fisting paving the way. As the fat cock traversed her viscous love canal, driving deeper, Lauren once again found her voice.

"OHHHH FUUCKK, you are sooooo big, you're gonna tear me apart!"

Chloe laughed and leaned over her new friend, a crimson mane dangling around Lauren's face.

"You're barely going to feel that husband of yours after Jax is done with you."

As if to confirm this, Jax moaned on a downstroke.

"Oh goddamn, baby, you're so tight."

Corey's cuck meter pegged red. He just had to jerk off.

"NO DON'T!" Chloe shouted at the old man as he grabbed himself. She immediately softened her tone. "It's better to wait sweetie, it really is. Once that's done," she said, pointing to his wrinkled dick, then to her head, "this is done. Trust me."

In front of the stunning stripper, Jax and Lauren were really hitting their stride. They were moving in unison, hips synchronized as he carefully made note of the depth that would please, not hurt. As their love making intensified, Corey laid against the headboard under the watchful eye of the young redhead. He did manage to play with his nipples, one hand on each pec -- something she noticed and allowed - but his own stiff penis was left to bob by itself in the air, yearning for attention.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Lauren bleated as the hunky twenty-something pounded his meat into her.

Jax was putting his back into it, pummeling that pussy with the artistry of a master tradesman. He grabbed Lauren's throat, closing his hand around her small neck. Their carnal bond deepened, souls bared to the other. Moving as one, Corey clearly saw the profound harmony as his wife stared into the eyes of her lover.

An odd sense of deja vu floated through the recesses of his memory...had he seen this movie before?

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"Umpf...umpf...umpf..." the concupiscent Midwestern beauty panted with every thrust of the young man's tool.

"Damn you're so tight," Jax grunted, surprised that a woman her age was still so snug. That spoke volumes as to hubby's size. He threw a glance Corey's way. "No way you've been treating this prime pussy right." The older man's hands were firmly planted on his chest, nipples rolling between trembling fingers, eyes glued to his wife getting ploughed. "Don't worry, dude, I'll make sure she get's a proper fucking."

"Oh shit...oh my god...oh my god...oh shit...I'm gonna cum," Lauren howled.

Jax pulled out, quickly flipping her onto her belly and pulling her hips to his. "Not yet, doll."

With one fell swoop, he drove the length of his cock deep into her dripping cunt. She brayed loudly as it filled her, his balls slapping against her bald labia. Once in, he continued the hammering. Grabbing a fistful of black mane, he rode Lauren like a professional. She truly was getting the dicking of her life.

"Fuck her Jax! Fuck that dirty little whore!" Chloe squealed with glee.

Jax grunted and smacked Lauren's ass cheek one at a time. "Like it rough, slut?"

"Yes, yes, hit me, hurt me!"

Corey was aghast. Never had he heard his wife in the throes of such depraved passion. His own dick was ready to explode. The young girl noticed how purple it had become and smirked. The agony must be excruciating. Good.

Chloe laid back on the mattress and slid her legs over older woman's shoulders, presenting her red muff to Lauren's mouth.

"Eat me," she cooed, grinding her slit into the older woman's face.

Lauren opened her eyes and saw up close for the first time the 20-year-old's vulva, a tuff of crimson pubes trimmed into a neat racing stripe, just above a smooth, pale hood where the girl's clitoris was peeking out. Although her lesbian experiences were limited, Lauren's tongue darted in and out instinctively between the folds, curling as it reacted to the sweet yet acidic taste.

Chloe pulled her lips apart, exposing the pink flesh, a stringy web of sticky strands already coating the inside. Lauren tried to keep her mouth on the stripper's pussy, but it was difficult between Jax's thrusts and her own arousal. But she soldiered on, recalling girl-on-girl videos from the internet. Pressing a finger into the top of the girl's slit, she swirled a curled tongue around her button, sucking, teasing. It just seemed the thing to do.

And it was. Chloe squirmed convincingly, pressing her thighs against Lauren's ears. She enjoyed the brunette's cunnilingus for a few moments, but knew the older woman was too inexperienced to make her cum. It didn't matter though, Chloe wasn't there for herself.

While Jax continued his doggy assault on the hot executive's cunt, the redhead finally returned to the overheated husband who was still pulling furiously at his man-boobs, the only physical stimuli he'd been allowed. Corey gasped as the young girl straddled his waist, large breasts hanging high on her chest, swinging freely above him. He winced as her well-coifed crack slid up to his throbbing dick. Chloe peered down at the pink and fully erect worm, now an angry shade of plum. She had to be careful. With all the stimulation, too much too soon would cause him to spill before it was time.

"Naughty boy. You like watching your wife, don't you?"

"Yessss," Corey hissed, trying to slide his tremulous twig between her legs.

Chloe wagged a finger at him. "Not yet, lover."

"But I'm clean."

"You're not the one I'm worried about." She looked in Lauren's direction. "Your little whore has fucked a lot guys since she's been down here, baby. Lots of guys."

If Corey's cuck meter had been a glass thermometer, it would have completely shattered. Barely able to speak, he struggled to reach for the drawer again.

The stripper stopped him. "An XL? My, our eyes are bigger than our dick, aren't they?" Scurrying to her purse, she returned with a rubber wrapped in thin foil marked with a large letter "M".

"I come prepared for all sizes," she giggled, "even yours."

Chloe gingerly rolled it over his staff, minimizing stimulation.

"Did you hear Jax say how tight your lady is? If you'd been properly fucking that little pussy, she'd have been broke in years ago."

"Mmphffff."

The angry plum was magenta now, matching the stripper's pubes.

"That's okay. She's getting all the stretching she can handle now. That's what you get for leaving her down here all alone. She...doesn't...need...you...any...more."

As if to accentuate the proclamation, the libidinous couple next to them were clearly peaking. Overcome with pure wanton pleasure, Lauren was convulsing uncontrollably under the massive cock's assault.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck me Jax! Fuck me...fuck me...pleeeassssse fuck me!"

The young man grimaced, feeling a huge release nearing, "Goddamn, slut, your pussy is soooo good!"

It was time. Chloe positioned her hips over Corey's waist and slowly lowered herself onto the wrinkled six inches, the opaque latex clinging tightly to the skinny shaft. He shuddered as it disappeared into her warm, moist hole. A hole his wife's tongue had just been in. It was the first time in thirty years that he was inside another woman.

Don't blow this! Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum.

The dancer leaned over, her meaty tits now just a tongue flick away, her crimson mane falling over her shoulders and into his eyes. Corey looked up into the youthful face. So sweet...

"Do me," Chloe crooned, "Fuck my tender young pussy. It's all yours tonight...Daddy."

Tender it may have been, but the sex worker was anything but tight. Sloshy and cavernous would have been good words for it.

The stripper ground her hips hard into his groin, trying to feel something that would get her off. After hundreds of lovers, men of this size typically could not make her cum, and at that moment, she was very underwhelmed, barely feeling the garter snake slithering about inside. But as always, this wasn't about her.

"Look at your wife," Chloe demanded, pulling a dangling breast from Corey's suckling mouth and turning his head.

Lauren and Jax had by now devolved into two animals humping in the wild, panting, screaming, panting, screaming.

"Take...my...cock...you...nasty...whore!" Jax bellowed with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes! Do it, stud! Give my pussy your love. I want to wear it!"

The young man snapped her head back, yanking on the long black hair wrapped around his hand. Feet firmly planted at the foot of the bed, his hips and ass were a machine now as he drove his piston into Lauren's mature, but oh-so-tight box.

"Fuck yeah...fuck yeah...fuck yeah...giving it to you...you DIRTY WHORE!"

Chloe jerked Corey's chin back to hers. "Looks like he's going to paint your wife like the Mona Lisa, cucky. Gonna blow her head clean off. Believe me, I know."

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" Corey stared intently into the youngster's eyes, tears streaming out the corners of his.

"Do you like my hot little pussy, Daddy?" Her oozing pussy gripped his weathered penis and cranked it like a lever. She could see it in his eyes. The fire, the heat, the passion. And just a hint of shame.

"Do I remind you of someone? A young Lauren?"

"No, please don't go there."

"It's okay, Daddy, we all have our fantasies," Chloe whispered, milking his cock with clenched cunt. "Let me be your fantasy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"GONNA CUM, GONNA CUM, GONNA CUM!" Lauren screamed next to them from her down-dog.

"SLUT!" Jax roared again. He'd learned how to pace himself but was now on the brink.

It only took one last thrust to send Lauren over the edge. "AAAAAAAAHHHH, I...I...I OHHHHH, CUMMMMINNNNNGGGGG!"

The tsunami of her orgasm took hold fast, starting slowly, building, shaking Lauren's entire body from fingers to toes, hips bucking in response. Her pussy impulsively clamped down on the boy's cock, squeezing it hard for all its sticky reward. As good as it was, Jax's journeyman control simply could not hold back any longer. He flipped the pretty brunette on her back and knelt above her head. The semen bubbled up quickly as it shot from his sack like a rocket. He barely had the rubber off before it erupted onto Lauren's hair and face.

"GODDAMN...FUCK...SHIT...NNNNNGGGGGAAAH!" the young man cried as his balls unloaded several days of steaming semen onto the older woman who eagerly bathed in his seed.

Seeing their climax, Chloe picked up the speed with her own lover, her hips appearing to dislocate from the rest of her body. They took on a life of their own, riding the gray-haired husband until she could see his face twisting and contorting.