Ascending Lauren Ch. 21

If Zane catches me here, I'm dead meat.

The footfalls stopped about ten feet away, almost as if the owner was looking and listening. Just then a cat decided to dart into the open from underneath another hedge, screeching and hissing. Moments later, the footsteps slowly retreated, until the voyeur husband heard the door close. The silence was blessed.

Whew.

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"Yes, yes, yes, BEAT HIS ASS!" Toby screamed at the television, his hands taking imaginary jabs.

It was the fifth round of the last fight and Nick Lane was on the ropes out of gas. Without warning, Pedro Rodriquez nailed him with a wicked uppercut and his opponent hit the deck.

Back in the gangway, Corey was able to reconstruct the rocks, and, after the motion detector clicked off, was able to get eyes on the foursome again. Luckily, even though Picardo had seen the spot go on after he'd come back in, he had chalked it up to the cat. Just as the harmless voyeur peeked over the sill, Zane was turning off the tube and Sean was shaking his head in disgust. Toby, happy as a clam, playfully flipped both the bird and picked the cash up off the table.

With the TV off now, Corey could sort of hear Lauren politely offering congratulations. "But I seem to be caught without a way to cover my bet."

Still celebrating, Toby opened his wallet and squirreled away his winnings.

"What? Oh, yeah, Laur, forget about it. I got these suckers' money. That's all that matters."

Lauren thought about that for a second, then stood up. "Nonsense," she declared, walking over to one of her husband's oldest friends. "That's not fair. Let me see if I can do one better."

Only the hum of the furnace could be heard.

Corey hung his head. Why did I come here?

Sean and even Zane were a bit anxious as the raven-haired beauty strolled over to Toby and stared into his eyes.

"Lauren..." Zane said cautiously.

With little fanfare, she sank to her knees.

"Oh shit. I...I gotta go," Sean blurted out and grabbed his coat.

Corey held his breath. Jesus Christ, babe, no. These aren't strangers or those headcases in Miami. These are our lifelong friends. 

Time stopped as Lauren put her hands on Toby's thighs and came closer. Her face even with his bulging crotch, she moved her head between his legs.

Not one man moved, and each was perspiring heavily. Before anyone could react, her hands moved from the winner's knees to his shoelaces, where she promptly turned them into a nice, tight bow.

"There!" Lauren clapped happily. "Safety first!"

All three men breathed out and snickered nervously as she let go a particularly unhinged laugh. Outside, Corey exhaled with relief, his breath briefly fogging the window.  

"No seriously," she chirped, "now for the real payoff."

Sean and Zane looked on incredulously her hands fluttered to Toby's fly. A look of sheer lust came over Lauren while she tried to pull down the zipper. It was halfway down before he realized what was happening.

"Shit, oh no, I..I gotta go too," Toby cried out, standing up and turning to look for his coat. "Holy fuck, can...can I get a ride? Please? Anyone?"

"Your cars out front," Picardo reminded him, quickly moving to pull Lauren up off the floor.

As his two friends were hitting the door, he yelled after them.

"GUYS!"

Both stopped and looked back with much consternation.

"She's drunk, okay?"

Sean and Toby looked at him, then at her, then at him again. Both nodded unsurely and left.

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A cool breeze whipped through the gangway as Corey's mouth hung open. Was she really going to blow Toby? Surely not?

Around the corner in the driveway, he could hear two car doors open and close, then the vehicles start. All he could think about was how would he ever face them again. It was bad enough that Zane knew she was a slut. Now them.

And yet, for all his worry, through the biting cold, Corey's dick was rock hard.

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"Well, that was fun," Lauren chuckled.

Zane looked at her in disbelief. "What if he tells Judy?"

"He won't, or he'll never be allowed to come over here again. Besides, nothing happened. Nor would it have."

The biker began picking up the living room. "So, you did that on purpose, so they'd leave."

"Did I?"

"And if Toby would have let you?"

"Then I guess I'd be leaving him a cherished memory of me."

"God, what have you become?"

With little hesitation, Lauren pulled Picardo to her, then slid to the floor again Pulling down his sweatpants, she was rewarded as that big, crooked penis snapped to attention.

"Yesterday's virtue, and today's whore.

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Corey watched with Job's patience through the frosty pane as his wasted wife serviced his best friend. Despite the dropping temperatures, his own dick was pressing against his moist briefs most agonizingly.

While Zane groaned appreciatively, Lauren slurped and sucked, maintaining that all-important eye contact. With his head tilted back in pleasure, she latched onto his cock with fervor, alternating between the shaft and balls, licking, lapping, and deep-throating until working up a lather any barber would be proud of. The mechanic succumbed to the song of a siren as he had before, headed towards smashing long-term friendships on the rocks of unhinged passion. Good, solid alliances that spanned decades. All for the sake of living out long-harbored desires, the coveting of another man's wife. He knew he was straying dangerously close to the rocks now but could not help himself. The more she serenaded, the more enchanted the recalcitrant bull became.

With a sudden tremor, the auburn matriarch sensed the imminent. Freeing the jumpsuit strap from around her neck, she allowed it to fall to her waist, lest it get soiled. After several more grunts and judders, the biker tensed and came. A lot. Tongue wagging the obligatory encouragement and both hands on the quaking member, Lauren directed spurt after hot spurt of sticky cum onto her face and hair, giggling as the milky white fluid ran down her cheeks.

"Now," she enticed her very own Odysseus with a classic reference to the just concluded fights. "Are you ready to rumble?"

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Jesus fucking Christ!

Corey freaked as something knocked against his leg. Something...alive.

Caught off guard, tumbled back not so sneaky yelp.

"Meeerowwww."

The stupid cat had returned and was seeking out warmth wherever it could get it. Looking back through the window, he caught a glimpse of the couple inside as they moved towards the back of the home, turning off lamps as they went. Giggling and unsteady, Lauren clutched the Top Mechanic award to her chest as Zane followed.

Waiting until the final hallway light was extinguished, which thankfully threw most of the house into darkness, Corey debated his next move. He could leave, of course, and go home. That would have been the prudent thing to do. Yet, that was his wife in there, off to do what she was good at these days, to be a cumslut, a plaything. But he had every right to see that if he wanted. To experience it, even if from afar. To...feel something.

With every bit of stealth as the animal rubbing against his calf, he moved down the gangway towards the front gate, the one next to the driveway. Rusty, it squeaked a bit being unlatched but then yielded with little protest. Vulnerable now, Corey quickly stepped to the front door and looked up and down the street. Several cars ambled by without giving him a second thought. It wasn't late, maybe nine-ish, so seeing someone on the front porch was not at all suspicious.

Okay, now what?

Remembering Sean and Toby's quick exit, followed by the attention-grabbing blowjob, he took a chance that no one had thought to lock the door. Twisting the decorative knob, it turned with ease and swung open.

Yes! 

One more glance around and Corey stepped in, easing the door shut with both hands until it clicked. It was dark, but he'd been there so often he knew every inch. Like a burglar with purpose, the eschewed wittol deftly navigated around the furniture to the passageway leading to the guest and master bedrooms. There were two ways to gain access to the master. Directly from the corridor, or through the mutual bathroom it shared with the hallway. Seeing as the shitter had a small nightlight, he stayed put. Not yet willing to peek around the doorjamb and expose himself to discovery, Corey closed his eyes and listened intently.

"So here we are," he heard Lauren whisper tenderly.

"So here we are," Zane repeated. "And where exactly is your husband?"

"Home, beating off, I guess. I really don't know."

"He knows you're here?"

"Yes."

The mechanic sighed. He pictured his friend, sitting at home, masturbating to imagined scenes involving his wife and fishing buddy. For the past couple of months, that had bothered Zane quite a bit. Now, he was coming around to it. That fact that Corey did so much to encourage it all while dealing with his own demons, kind of turned the younger man on. He'd ask for it. And Zane was happy to oblige.

"Strip. Let me see your body."

A few rustling noises, then a low shriek. That caused Corey to edge one eyeball around the doorframe, only to see Zane had grabbed a fistful of that luscious black hair to yank her into his arms. Both completely nude now, the lovers melted together, arms caressing each other's bodies. Lauren threw her head back, accepting his advances and yearning for something more. Something felt right about being in this man's arms. Something decadent. Something powerful. After a few seconds of swapping tongues, the biker forced Lauren to her knees.

"You want me to fuck you, bitch?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Fuck me."

"Fuck me WHO?"

"Fuck me, Zane. Fuck me with your big cock."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get me hard again."

Once again on her haunches, Lauren devoured his virile tool, exploring the circumcised head and every ridge of the pulsating shaft. It was sentient, vital, and alive.

"Goddamn, you're good."

"Hmmm."

In what little light there was, Corey's pale blue eye widened as he watched with perverted lust; a wittol by any other name, vulture-like, cowering outside the bedroom like a mouse that was too afraid to scamper across the floor. Zane hunched over Lauren, his bulging back muscles and beefy ass fortifying his stance against her throat's onslaught. Anyone listening may have heard slight groans at first. Not of terror, pain, or grief, but stifled sounds that rose from the gut. Primeval, scatologic, and crude. And it grew louder...and louder...as if another orgasm was inevitable.

Suddenly Lauren stood, filling the room with that signature maniacal laugh, wagging a finger in her lover's face. "Not yet, baby."

"Oh ho! You wanna play games, do you cunt?" Zane replied with irritation. Grabbing her again by the hair, he spun her around and into his arms, back against his chest. "Okay, we'll play games."

With a quick release, the mechanic shoved Lauren hard, causing her to careen towards the bed with arms flailing to keep her balance. Landing on her belly, Corey could hear the air forced from her lungs.

"Do it then, just do it," she gasped.

Zane lumbered over and looked down at the attractive moll laying before him. Laughing at the ~EZ~ tattoo which pretty much summed up her life at the time, he climbed on the mattress and knelt behind her, pulling her pelvis even with his.

Yesterday's virtue, indeed.  

Corey saw his friend mount Lauren with ease, wishing it was him instead. Despite the darkness, he could tell when the bigger man penetrated her by the soft cries of pleasure from both.

SLAP!

Zane struck one of her ass cheeks. Then the other.

SLAP! SLAP!

Last night had affirmed her penchant for the rough stuff and he aimed to deliver again. Grabbing her hips, he buried his cock deep. The feeling of her love canal as it tightened was glorious and ethereal.

"DO IT AGAIN!" Lauren begged.

SLAP! SLAP! Her ass jiggled at each strike.

"Such a bad, bad wife," Zane berated, one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping a hipbone tightly. "Fucking your husband's best friend while he sits at home. Tsk, tsk, what a slut." His jaw clenched while gliding now fully erect steel into her extremely wet pussy.

"I...don't...want...to...talk...about...him," Lauren sputtered breathlessly, barely able to stay on all fours from such powerful thrusts. "It's just you and me tonight."

And there it was. Corey turned away from the doorjamb, leaning against the wall. Lauren in the wild cared not for her husband, only for what carnal pleasure was at hand.

"C'mon bitch, move those hips!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Muh, muh, muh, muh!"

Corey didn't have to see her face to know how it was contorting in the darkness as his friend fucked her, tongue hanging out as she continuously gasped for air, struggling to stay up. Zane was in complete control now. Grabbing Lauren by the hair, he turned her towards him. Like a cowboy pulling a rein, her head followed until that sumptuous mouth was aligned with his dick, heavy with her juices. Without warning, he shoved the rigid cock passed her lips and down her throat, whether she was ready or not.

"CAAAAAAAACKKKKK."

Lauren gagged several times before he allowed her to come up for air. Seconds later, Lauren felt the wide tool slide back down her esophagus, blocking all hopes of breathing, while hairy balls slapped her chin. Eyes stinging, tears pouring from the corners, there were several times she thought she was going to faint.

"Take it bitch!"

Mercifully, Zane tired of the throat-burning offensive and pulled her to her knees and kissed her, shoving his tongue down deep. Snapping her head back, he slapped her face, laughing at the mascara that was beginning to run.

"Is this what you came for, whore? What your old man can't give you?"

Corey's heart sunk when she nodded, trying desperately to wipe off the spittle that was oozing from the corners of her mouth.

"I deserve it. I deserve to be fucked like a cheating whore."

"You bet your ass you do."

SLAP! SLAP! The force of the backhands sent more bubbly froth flying from her cheeks.

In one fell swoop, Zane grabbed Lauren by the throat and pounced, shoving her spine into the mattress and forcing her legs open. Instantly he was in her again, bottoming out as she clutched deliriously at his shoulder blades and howled at the ceiling.

"OH GOD YES! PLEASE FUCK ME!"

With both eyes now around the doorframe, Corey could see the dark outline of the two as they became slaves to the night. Zane was missionary between Lauren's raised, bobbing legs. It was a place he, Corey, should have been as her only and rightful lover. Instead, that ship had sailed a long time, he himself smashing the champagne on her inaugural voyage.

Driving, piercing, and tunneling, Picardo slammed into his friend's wife, making her scream at every turn. As the grunting continued to build, it was clear that Zane was close. Within minutes he was braying at the headboard, mouth stretched, dumping his load into her mature pussy while adoring eyes stared into his. Silence filled the room save for heavy breathing from both. Corey squeezed his crotch, wishing for a way to relieve the pressure. But he dare not. Even the sound of a distant zipper would be like a freight train in a quiet house. Eventually, the bed creaked, and he peeked again. Zane had rolled off and was headed to the bathroom.

Lauren lay still, a smile on her face, head filled with many happy emotions. She had not yet cum, but that was okay. With Zane, it was just a matter of time. Although Zane was only a few years younger than Corey, he was in way better shape and had much better stamina. There was no doubt he'd get her there.

Hmm, I wonder what Abby his wife used during intermissions while her husband recharged? I bet she had help! 

Taking a chance, Lauren threw off the sheet and opened the nightstand next to the bed. Not that she was expecting to find anything. After all, Abby and Zane had been divorced for months. Still, maybe the ex had forgotten a toy or two somewhere. Foraging in the dark didn't help matters, but she didn't want to turn on the lamp and reveal her snooping. Fingers groping for anything that felt like a dildo, her hand stopped on some change, a pair of socks, and...what's this?

Lauren suppressed a giggle. A tube of lube. Excellent for intercourse, it read.

Best keep that out, she smirked, resuming her rummaging. Nothing else here, really, except...

A pair of panties?

Upon closer inspection, it was clear these weren't Abby's. A bigger girl, she would not fit into them. Definitely leopard skin too. Wait, there was more. A small tag. A very familiar one, in fact. A distinctive puffy heart that bore the name of the only shop in the world that sold them.

'Magic City Unmentionables.'

What the fuck?

Bolting up, Lauren flipped on the lamp.

There was no way! OH MY GOD! 

Had to be Caroline's. There was no other explanation. The promiscuous mother had been there when her daughter bought them during the recent visit.

"Zane! Get the fuck out here!"

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There are few things more comical than a man when he's busted. Upon hearing the urgent yell, he flew back to the bedroom only to stop cold when he saw what she was holding. Mind blank, the mechanic stood there silently, hoping he had fallen asleep and this was a bad dream.

Likewise, Corey shrank further into the hallway. Why was she so upset? What's with the underwear?

"Whose are these?" Lauren shouted, shaking the panties. "Who the fuck are these?"

Zane could see the recognition in her eyes. There was no use denying it. "I can explain."

"Is this my daughter's?"

Corey's brow furrowed. What?

"Answer me. ARE THESE CAROLINE'S?"

"You already know they are," he replied, going on to explain how Caroline showed up on his doorstep weeks ago.

The pretty brunette closed her eyes. That would align with the Miami visit. On the way back from Florida, Caroline had told her she was stopping in Lawrence, Kansas to watch a Jayhawks game with friends before going on to Colorado Springs. Apparently, she had not.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Lauren grabbed the sides of her head, then punched the mattress. The implications were too much to process. "Damnit!"

Jesus Mary Joseph. The color drained from Corey's face as he listened to how his daughter had seduced his friend.

"She said she didn't have a place to stay," Zane protested, as if that somehow made a difference.

"And she - or you - didn't think to call Corey?"

"Her bed was torn apart already, right? You know, because of the move."

"That isn't true. And we do have more than one."

Zane chewed on that. Considering the younger girl's covert flirting, he probably would have believed anything at the time.

"I got nothing. I'm sorry."

Lauren leaned against the headboard and drew boney knees up to her chest. Arms gathered round, she fixed him with a steely stare. Tears began to form as the dumbstruck beauty came to terms with the obvious. Counting Tommy, this was the second lover mother and daughter now had in common.

"I can't believe you fucked her."

In the hallway, Corey lowered his head. The conversation in his mind was completely different. Not only had his wife cucked him, so now had his kid. This had really gone too far. I've got to put an end to it.

He was about to emerge from the shadows when Lauren tossed back her long black mane and threw out her chest, what there was of it. What she said next blew him away.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry, Laur, I should have been stronger. It's just that she's a dead ringer for you and..."