Ascending Lauren Ch. 21

"So, because we look alike, you decided it was okay?"

"Well, yes, I mean, you're both hot."

"Does she fuck as good as me?" Lauren asked softly, her tone more conciliatory now.

Corey felt faint. What? Why would you ask that?

Zane looked at her oddly, then down at the carpet, saying nothing.

"Does she?"

"It's...it's not a competition, Laur."

"DOES...she...FUCK...as good as ME?"

A heavy exhale. He wasn't going to get out of this without an answer. "Different, you know?"

"No, I don't."

Releasing her knees, Lauren spread her legs, revealing that shaved slit in all its glistening glory. Zane and Corey were both thankful for the light from the lamp. That pussy looked delicious. But as disconcerting as the past few minutes had been, where this was going was to be even more disturbing.

"Did her pussy look like mine?"

The mechanic stared at the bald labia. "Wha....?"

"You heard me. Does my daughter's cunt look like mine?"

Corey swallowed hard. In the history of the world, that's one question that had surely not been asked much, if ever.

"As I said," Picardo breathed deeply. "You guys are almost identical."

"Mmmm. Almost."

Unexpectedly, Lauren rolled to her knees, hands grasping the top of the headboard, and stuck her ass out. Both men had a spectacular view of both her holes. Those itty-bitty titties hung down above the pillows like small pieces of flesh with nipples. Looking over her shoulder, she hit Zane with her best come-hither grin.

"Fuck me, stud."

"What?"

"Jesus, are you as hard of hearing as my husband? Come here and fuck me."

Confused by the sudden change in demeanor, Zane edged up behind her and rubbed the head of his cock in her juices for easier penetration. What a difference a couple of minutes could make. With the discovery of the panties, he was sure the night was over. Now...

They both moaned loudly when he made entry, pushing the entire length of his cock to her cervix.

"Do it, baby, it's my turn."

Zane shook his head, laughing. "I don't know about you sometimes."

"Mmmm, that's it, right there. God, I love your cock. Make me cum."

Picking up the pace, the biker focused on just that. Stroke after stroke, he doggied her, both feeling their passion rising again.

Emboldened with them facing the other way, Corey stepped a little further into the doorway, a shadow massaging its erection through thick jeans. He didn't know which was more fucked up; committing first-degree burglary to see his wife get laid or being aroused at the thought of his buddy fucking his daughter. Both were surely despicable and depraved. And yet, he kept right on rubbing.

Looking at the wall while Zane pummeled her from behind, nasty, awful thoughts began to spin through Lauren's head. Wicked, incorrigible, and shameful fancies.

"Does it feel the same as hers?" she gasped, keeping time with his thrusts.

"Wha..what?" Zane rasped back, lost in his own rapture but keeping a steady stride.

"Does her pussy feel like mine?"

Eyes snapping open, he saw Lauren looking back at him with fire in her eyes.

"Is it as silky smooth, hmm? Does it smell like mine, baby?"

Flashes of Caroline in the exact same position with the exact same gaze, nearly caused Zane to lose it.

Lauren.

Caroline.

Lauren.

Caroline.

Lauren.

"Where did you fuck her?"

It really wasn't fair, those two looking so much alike.

"I don't know. In the garage...and here."

"You fucked her in the very bed you're fucking me in right now?

The nastiness of that caused both to growl.

"That's it," she hissed, then with a playful tone, "Fuck me, fuck my little hole. Does my mommy know your fucking me?"

The men's mouths fell wide open. OH MY GOD.

Zane locked onto her satyric gaze in disbelief. She could be filthy and raunchy, yes, but this was a whole other level.

"Well, does she...Daddy?"

While his friend was barely holding back yet another load, Corey was having trouble maintaining any shred of decency. The scene in front of him was too hot, too decadent to not get off to. With both hands on the jamb, he began humping the woodwork, gliding his denim-clad bulge against the multi-ridged trim. Inside his shorts, precum began to leak.

"Muh, muh, muh!" Lauren whinnied as the tempo of Zane's hammering continued. "DO IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD DADDY!"

Zane began to question his sanity as he continued to pound the tramp, watching his cock slip in and out of her bald gash.

"DESTROY MY CUNT, GODDAMNIT!

"MAKE ME CUM!

"TAKE ME LIKE YOU OWN ME!"

Corey humped the woodwork, allowing the raised lines to caress his bulge. Just when he thought Lauren could not be any more debased, she ascended to new heights, time and time again.

"YES! YES! YES! Tell me how you love to bang your best friend's wife AND his daughter!"

Zane grimaced, trying to postpone the inevitable. Lauren began to flip her hair around like a heavy metal guitarist, grinding her hips, clearly whipping herself into a frenzy.

"Say it!"

"I love it, I love banging you both."

"You BASTARD! What kind of friend are you? Taking the only things he has and sticking your dick into them? WHO DOES THAT?"

Biker reached out and grabbed her mane, yanking her head back. They snarled in each other's faces.

"The same kind of wife and daughter two are, nothing but GODDAMN WHORES!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

For Lauren, the roller coaster left the gate and was slowly climbing to its apex. Thrashing about, she shook the bed so violently it threatened to come off the frame. The back of it banged the wall with every thrust.

"DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!

"DO ME, DADDY! FUCK ME AND MOMMY!"

With eyes shut, she could see the biker behind Caroline, the same black hair falling about her face, grazing the pillows, begging Zane to fuck her young cunt. JESUS CHRIST. The coaster car was ready to drop.

"Gonna blow in your cunt, bitch," Zane wheezed, nearing another climax. "Gonna flood that nasty snatch of yours with all of my spunk."

Lauren was convulsing now, her hands thumping the headboard into the wall and badly denting it.

"Just...like..I...did...in...your...daughter's."

The windows shook as Lauren came, the percussion nearly blowing them out. With one intensely erotic move, she flipped her hair onto her back and screamed at the top of her lungs, letting an entire evening of debauchery flow through her body. Despite wanting last just a bit little longer, Zane let loose too, and for the second time, sprayed her womb with renewed vigor, depositing every single sperm deep, millions rushing to coat every inch of her married cunt.

As the bedframe rattling slowed, the couple fell to the mattress yet again, exhausted and played. Corey looked on, still unsatiated, unable to realize his own release in such an awkward situation. Frustrated, he rubbed his jeans furiously, hoping to fill his briefs and get relief. And he may have too.

If only his phone had not chimed.

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Both lovers were on their stomachs making eyes at each other, basking in the afterglow, when they heard it.

"Where's your phone?" Zane cocked his head.

Lauren, who was still coming down from her high, had to think for a second. "Um, I think I left it in the car to charge. Where's yours?"

"In the living room.

"Stay here."

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Thank God the hall closet was only three steps from where he was. As Zane got out of bed, Corey scrambled to get inside, hiding behind what appeared to be old, musty winter coats. Only about two and a half feet deep, with no place to hide the rest of his body, but there was simply nowhere else to go.

What a dumbass! Rookie mistake. How could I forget to silence the fucking phone?

Holding his breath, he waited. And waited. And waited.

From underneath the door of the tiny closet, he could see a hallway light go on.

Nothing to see here. Keep moving.

Corey's heart was pounding so hard he thought it was going to come through his chest. He could feel the pounding pulse in his neck, arms, and legs. At any moment he was sure his bowels were going to fail.

Then the door opened, and he knew he was as good as dead. Maybe it was only a dream and he'd wake up any second.

But it wasn't and he didn't. The next Corey knew, the cold barrel of a handgun poked through the clothing and touched his forehead.

Oh God!

"Move and you're part of the wall, motherfucker."

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"Stay back," Corey heard Zane warn Lauren.

Jesus, this is it. This is where it ends. All I've done with my life, and it ends right here with my brains splattered on clothing that should have been given to charity years ago.

Suddenly, the weapon disappeared. Looking down he saw his friend's feet retreat.

"You want to live, you'll come out of there slow and easy. Any other way and you die."

Corey took a deep breath. With the embarrassment and ridicule he was sure to endure, death might be preferable. Deciding he had way more life to live, even as a jerk, he moved the hangers aside.

"Zane, it's me."

Picardo's mouth dropped. Lauren's soon followed. As requested, the older man stepped out of the closet, hands up. He didn't know why, it just seemed like the right thing to do.

It took a moment for Lauren to find her voice. "What the HELL are you doing here?"

Zane's brain finally kicked in and he lowered the Glock, setting the safety. Turning to Lauren he shook his head. "You were one nervous twitch away from becoming a widow."

"Goddamnit, Corey, this isn't the first time you've pulled this shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Babe, I'm sorry. With you leaving, I just wanted to be near you."

"And watch me get fucked, is that it? We've been over this!"

"NO! I mean...I guess."

Lauren stomped back into the bedroom, a sheet covering her nakedness. Corey looked warily at the gun still in Zane's hands as he followed.

"Tell me, did you enjoy the show? Did it meet your expectations?

"I didn't expect to see you teasing my friends, no."

That caused her to pause. Just how long had he been there? Sitting on the bed, still wrapped, Lauren let her nerves calm before continuing.

"I was just having a little fun."

"Would you have blown Toby too?"

Glancing between her husband and the biker, she looked indignant. "Of course not."

Neither man looked like they believed her.

"Hey, wait a minute, this isn't about me. I'm not the one hiding in the goddamned closet."

Corey looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, I told you why I'm here."

"Look at me," Lauren demanded, her tone defiant. She waited until he lifted his eyes to hers. "You came to watch or break it up?"

There was no answer.

"I see. So, was it hot?" she asked softly, dropping the sheet.

"Y-Y-Yes."

"Mmm," Lauren sat there and considered her options. Spreading her pussy lips, the interior pink mixed with white fluid was clearly visible.

"You know what else is really hot?" she grinned. "Your buddy's cum, still swimming around in here."

A well-timed dollop of Zane's semen squirted out and rolled down her taint. Corey stared at the messy sight.

"Seems to me we're at a crossroads, huh?"

The aging wittol knew what she was offering. He'd seen the porn. He'd read the 'clean up' stories.

Zane looked on with a puzzled brow. Not having been in the lifestyle, he wasn't quite sure what they were talking about. At least half a minute went by before Corey cleared his throat.

"I...can't do that. I just want to make love to you."

Lauren turned her head and closed her eyes. Although it's what he had asked her to do, seeing the love of her life standing there so vulnerable, so complacent, so pathetic, struck a chord, somehow whisking away any indignation she may have had. A single tear formed in her eye, which she brushed away.

"Come then," she motioned, scooting to the middle of the mattress, legs now splayed wide open. "Come make love to your whore wife and feel your best friend's love deep inside."

Corey glanced over at his friend as if seeking his permission. Zane, who was tired of being played time and time again, was less forgiving.

"Go on, asshole, fuck her."

Lauren smiled seductively as her husband moved cautiously to the edge of the bed and kicked off his sneakers. Her gaze never left his as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, followed by his tighty-whities. Beads of sweat were dripping from his receding hairline, and he could only stare at her open arms as if in a trance.

"Look man, fuck the slut or Ima gonna go again."

The graying cuckold climbed up and onto the sheets, positioning his penis between her thighs like he'd done a thousand times before.

"I love you," Corey whispered as she helped guide his withered dick into her waiting slit.

With a feeble push, Lauren felt it slip in, covering only half the ground that other cocks did.

"I love you," he cried out with the second thrust. "I love you so much."

Her pussy was warm, slippery, and gooey, primed by Zane's copious deposits.

"I love you, too," the fetching seductress whispered in his ear. "Give it to me, give me your love."

Slowly and methodically, Corey fucked her, the high viscosity of his buddy's spunk paving the way, much of it squirting out as the small dick displaced it.

"Smack her around a bit, bro," the mechanic encouraged him. "Treat her like the slut she is."

Putting the weight of his upper body onto one arm, the older man tapped his wife's cheek lightly.

"Fuck that, man, make her feel it."

"No," Corey looked at Zane and shook his head.

"STOP BEING SUCH A PUSSY!" Lauren chided. "Just do it."

That pissed him off.

SMACK! Corey's hand landed squarely on her face. The crack echoed through the bedroom.

"YESSSS, that's it, baby. Do it again."

SMACK!

"AGAIN!"

SMACK!

Demented laughter mixed with Corey's grunting.

"Fuckin' slut," Corey spit out.

"That's it. LOUDER!"

"FUCKING SLUT!"

"Got that right," Zane laughed, finally kneeling over Lauren's head and poking her face with his much larger cock. "Nothing BUT a slut. Isn't that right, my pretty?"

"Yesssssss."

"Shut up and suck my dick, cunt."

Corey's feeble arms began to shake under his obesity. He needed to finish... and soon.

WHACK!

One of the biker's hands struck a small tit, sending it into a jiggle.

"AHHHHH FUCK YES!" Lauren wailed. "HARDER!"

WHACK! WHACK!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!"

Above, her husband struggling mightily and knew his strength was about to give out.

"FUCK ME!" Lauren cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "Fuck my dirty pussy."

Corey was trying, he really was, but the whole of the situation was...well...difficult.

"C'mon, babe," she cooed into his ear while jacking Zane off. "Concentrate."

"Hmmmmm."

"Think about Zane fucking me."

"Yessss."

"And our daughter."

"Oh Jesus, oh God."

"That means we've both shared his seed. We've both had it in us."

"Oh, no!"

"Dripping out of our holes"

"Dear God."

Corey's thrusts became more irregular, more stabbing than smooth strokes. Lauren could feel his body tensing.

"Do YOU think we look alike?"

"No, please don't go there."

"Same hair, same hips, same slutty attitude."

"No! I can't, I can't think about that."

"Oh, I bet you can. Can you imagine how naughty?

"Nnnnnnngggghhhhh!"

"That's it baby, keep going, give me your love! Shoot it deep!"

"SHIT!"

Lauren grinned as she fucked him back. One more push should do it.

"Remember Toby tonight?"

"Yes..."

"I almost had his dick in my mouth."

"Please no..."

"He chickened out or I would have done him and Sean too. Right there, right then. Why not, everybody else has had their shot."

"Ahhhhhhh, SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

"Pretty much everything in your life has fucked me one way or the other."

"OH NOOOOO LAUREN, WHY?"

Corey came hard, grimacing, what little cum he had blasting from his semi-hard dick into her well-used pussy.

"GODDAMN, THAT'S HOT!" Zane bellowed as he unloaded too, emptying his balls onto Lauren's already glazed face, some of it landing on his friend's arm in indiscriminate friendly fire.

With nothing left in the tank, both men collapsed next to their mutual lover while she gathered them in for caresses and praise, giggling in that special way. As the three lay silently reflecting on the past hour and what they had just done and said, the whistle of a train somewhere in the distance seemed to echo the prevailing sentiment.

Where was this special relationship headed, and where would it end?

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