Ascending Lauren Ch. 15

"Oh, yes, give it to me."

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The sound of the headboard knocking into the wall was clear through the space between the floor and bottom of the adjoining door.

Corey jacked off at a fevered pitch as he heard his wife and her lover moaning incessantly.

"Take it, take it all," Stretch uttered as he slammed into the Rekrap executive.

"Oh, oh, oh," Lauren brayed repeatedly, lost in the pleasure.

"Damn, girl," Madison panted, "doesn't that husband of yours ever light you up?"

"Nooo...can't...fuck me...like this...anymore! PLEASE GOD FUCK ME like he should be!"

The groans and squeaking bedsprings were testament to the crescendo that was near.

"Ahhhhhh...eeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooohhhhhh"

Fap, fap, fap.

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"Jesus, you're hot!" Stretch barked as Lauren grabbed his ass, drawing him in as far as he would go.

"Nasty...little...bitch...aren't...you?"

"You have no idea."

"Jones' whore."

Lauren gasped. "Yes I am. And how much do you like fucking Jones' whore?"

"About 20.5 mil over two years, apparently."

They both slowed down to laugh a bit before Stretch slammed back into her cunt at full speed.

"Then I'm gonna get my money's worth. Take it slut!"

"Ohhhhhh, yes give...it...to...me!"

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Corey was on his knees, one hand on the door, the other fisting his dick. His emotions were off-the-chain, the notion of his wife of 28 years giving herself to a handsome business partner, all in the name of a contract, was so debased that it was insanely pleasurable.

"Don't stop...oh god, please don't stop. Harder!"

"AHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!".

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Stretch was about to nut.

Fap, fap, fap.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!"

The bedsprings slowed. There was a long pause, then both lovers began to howl, their orgasms reaching under the door and gripping Corey's cock like a vice. The images of Stretch Madison dumping his seed into her unprotected pussy scorched the voyeur husband's brain, nearly spilling his own on the carpet beneath trembling knees. But he held off. He had to.

Then there was nothing. No moaning, no squeaking. Nothing. Only a whisper now and again.

Well, that's that, Corey nodded, stumbling to the queen bed. It's over. She did what she came to do.

"I may have to get a little flirty" echoed in his ears just before everything went black.

Indeed.

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The room was cool and dark when Corey awoke to Lauren crawling on top of him, naked and smelling of sex. Without a word, she ripped off his boxers and straddled his hips. Seconds later the flaccid cock he had been flogging earlier was in her hand, rubbing against bare legs. Regaining consciousness, he could tell something was different about the way she felt. Her skin was oily; both slick and sticky at once.

Lauren positioned herself over her husband and began lowering her cum filled pussy over his. As the white slop was displaced by Corey's growing erection, it squirted out the sides and pooled around his pubes. Initially revulsed, the warmth of her cunt and her lover's tepid semen seemed to swaddle his cock, lubricating her passage in a way that felt like an oasis. This was sloppy seconds.

"Lauren...oh god..."

"Shhhh," she hushed him, squatting fully on his hard six inches.

"Do you feel him? Do you feel the man who just used your slut wife to deposit his seed? That's his love in me, babe, his spunk."

"Oh no."

Corey's cock twitched and lurched inside her. His eyes rolled back in his head, trying to process what he was feeling.

Lauren remained expressionless and began to ride her husband, moving her trick hips up and down his. With each pass, a bit more of the creamy mess was forced from her well-fucked hole, ejected with a splat.

"He fucked me good. Soooo good. Can you feel his cum coating your dick, tickling it? He got dibbs, Twisty. You're finishing second."

"Ahhhhhh, nnnnggg."

"Oh yes! Fuck it right outta me," Lauren begged, "bath in, cuck!"

Grabbing her waist so hard it made her yelp, Corey drove his dick up into the boiling, gushing cunt. It had never felt so hot, so squishy, so...nasty. He could see the thick white paste being churned into butter with each impalement as she screamed at the ceiling. Corey thrashed underneath her. It was so vile but so perversely erotic.

"So much in me," Lauren moaned as Stretch's jizz continued to froth, "he shot it deep!"

The couples' breathing got heavier, their gyrations animated. They fucked like animals amid wet and sloppy sounds. As it were, Lauren's used and stretched cunt allowed Corey to last a few more minutes, but the silky smoothness of the white glaze - and the thought of its origin - was just too much for the old boy.

"FUCK" he cried, his cock pumping another small load into the already packed swimming pool that his wife's pussy had become.

Lauren waited until the flow from Corey's penis stopped, then rolled off onto the mattress, the soupy discharge from the two men creating quite a wet spot. The couple was spent, a long day now behind them. As their eyes grew heavy and sleep began to take over, the alarm clock next to a Gideon's Bible on the nightstand blinked its silent time. Half-past two.

It was officially Christmas Eve.

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The snow fell silently outside the small condo on the west side of Colorado Springs, a town that was no stranger to white Christmases. Inside, the waif-like figure of the youngest Miller tossed and turned in her bed, a half-smoked joint in a nearby ashtray. Like her parents some two thousand miles away, she'd had a long, trying day. Earlier that morning, the 27-year-old's boyfriend had asked her for some "space", which, of course, translated into "I want to date others." The pair had been together for nearly a year and the request literally came out of nowhere.

After a day of laying in bed, smoking away the initial tears, Caroline had passed out, succumbing to weed induced incongruent and surreal visions. Those that analyze such things would call it illusory dreaming, where effigies and short-circuiting memories create bizarre and sometimes erotic delusions. Indeed, at the moment, the high school counselor was desperately trying to climb stairs to the second floor of her childhood home. Although her legs were moving, she didn't seem to gain any traction, nor get any closer to the landing, no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, she made it to the top and started down the long hallway to where she knew her parent's room to be.

As the dreamer neared, cries of passion came from within, growing louder with each step. They were the same sounds her and her sister Amelia occasionally heard growing up, when their parents thought they were sound asleep down the hall. Those times they had simply giggled and covered their ears. This time, Caroline continued down the corridor, floating on air. When she reached the doorway, she peered into the dimly lit room and saw her mother on the bed, facing the headboard and straddling her father. The couple was making mad love, grunting and moaning, rivers of sweat pouring from their bodies.

"Mom?" Caroline asked carefully as she tiptoed to their side.

The older woman turned and smiled, patting the side of the bed. Caroline inched closer, watching her mother's hips glide against the ones beneath, to the obvious pleasure of both. Summoning her courage, the younger girl glanced over her mom's shoulder, expecting to see her father in the throes of rapture. Instead, she gasped, for there was the man she'd known all her life as Uncle Zane, hands on her mother's tits, fucking his best friend's wife with abandoned.

"Mom?"

"Come," Lauren beckoned her daughter as she dismounted the biker. "Come and taste."

Out of perverse curiosity, the counselor drifted closer, leaning over the impressive cock. She felt her mother's hand on the back of her head, pushing her face closer as a dirty smile crossed Uncle Zane's face.

"But...what about Dad?"

"It's okay," came her father's voice from a dark corner of the room, "I'm here. I'm always right here."

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