Ascending Lauren Ch. 24

Corey turned on his side, throwing a pillow over his head. "Just great."

"Ohh...baby...yes...right there..."

Lauren giggled.

"Jesus CHRIST, you're so big."

The older woman's eyes widened, a hand going to her mouth. She remembered Caroline's QOS tat and what she'd said about black men. She could almost see DeAndre between the girl's legs, repeatedly penetrating her with the big dick he surely was packing. That's it, I need to go to sleep.

"That's it, fuck me hard. Show me how much you want this white pussy."

Holy shit! A strange heat began to build between Lauren's thighs. Breathing heavier, she rolled over and spooned with her exasperated husband who was desperately trying not to listen.

"You like that, baby?" DeAndre's voice seemed to boom even when trying to remain quiet. "You like the way I stretch you out?

Lauren's right hand began rubbing her moistening slit through her cotton pajamas while her left hand began caressing Corey's arm.

"Mmm...yes, keep fucking me," Caroline could be heard groaning. "

"Harder...faster...make me cum all over your big cock!"

Silently, chest to his back, Lauren extended her arm around and slipped her hand beneath Corey's t-shirt. Her fingers leisurely traced his skin until they encountered a soft pectoral. Beneath the hush of the plush pillow, the project manager cracked open one eye, yet said nothing. The moans from the next room continued to waft through the walls. He sighed as his wife thumbed the sensitive nipple, applying just the right amount of pinch. Beneath her fingers, she felt the bumps of the areolae respond to her firm touch.

"Lauren..."

"Sorry, does that bother you? Do you want me to stop?"

Rolling onto his back, Corey looked up into her perfect face. "No."

Straddling his waist, she leaned over and licked the hard nubs sitting atop his sagging pecs, still veiled by the thin tee. He sank his head deep into the pillow. "Oh, God."

"Do you hear them?" she purred. "That's our daughter. That's our Caroline." With great leisure, Lauren suckled his nipple, a small wet spot forming on the material, as if lactating. "That black man is pounding our little girl into the mattress she grew up on."

Corey shook his head. "No, we can't, its wrong."

"Is it?"

With one quick motion, Lauren pulled her negligee top over her head, freeing those tiny B-cup breasts to bounce, then settle into place.

"Laur..."

She put a finger to his mouth. "Shush."

Instinctively, Corey reached up and cupped her tits. "So beautiful."

With the grace of a cat, Lauren shimmied her buttocks along Corey's chest until it was positioned above his face. The sweet, slightly tangy yet musky aroma of her sex helped his cock come alive.

"Eat my pussy...cuck."

The very mention of that word elevated the arousal.

"Suck my clit."

Using his tongue, Corey brushed aside the delicate fabric of her panties and licked the length of her sultry, clean-shaven passage.

"Yesssss. Lick it. Lick the places other men explore."

Corey grunted. She had learned well.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK DICK!"

The sounds of his daughter getting railed next door sent his tongue deeper into her mother.

Lauren gripped the back of the bed even harder and howled at the ceiling. Her hips ground into Corey's cheeks, sweaty thighs crushing his ears. It did not drown out the weak bedframe in the other room that was thumping into the wall.

"FUCK MEEEEEE!"

"Beg for it, bitch. Say my name and BEG FOR IT!"

"I'm your bitch, DeAndre. Fill me up with that black meat!"

"You my WHAT?"

"Your bitch, OH SHIT...I'm your ever-mother-loving GODDAMN BITCH!"

Lauren thrashed her head wildly as the decadence played out just yards away behind the wall, her black hair dancing wildly. Beneath her, Corey willed his tongue deeper, striking gold while trying not to suffocate in the torrent of juices pouring into his mouth and down his chin.

"Big...cock," he heard her whisper. "Big...black...cock."

Jesus, she was almost too into this!

Lapping at her hole like a dog trying to eat peanut butter from a toy, he flicked Lauren's clit as several small orgasms swept her body. Like they had for decades, she bit her hand as one wave after another hit, trying to shield her release from her daughter down the hallway. Only this time, it was different. Much, much different.

With an unseen fire in her eyes, the raven-haired beauty once again slid her snatch down Corey's belly, this time leaving a wet snail trail. Freeing his throbbing cock from loose pajama bottoms, Lauren positioned her hips over his shaft and lowered herself quickly. The slickness of her own juices and recent saliva made the penetration effortless. She gasped when it slid in but couldn't help feel a twinge of disappointment at the aging, half-erect member.

Shit. If she wanted to get fucked tonight, she'd have to work for it.

"Wha...what, babe?"

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this shriveled-up worm?"

That sinking feeling - the one that all men with Corey's fetish get - struck his bowels.

"I...I can do it."

Lauren moved her hips with purpose and stared into her husband's eyes with sympathy and frustration. Still, the softness of his half-erect cock lacked the fullness and hardness she needed. Clenching her pussy muscles, she tried to coax it harder, letting it slip in and out, a motion that caused Corey to moan loudly yet had no effect on his stiffness. This called for drastic measures.

"Well, you sure can't do it like him."

The sounds of interracial coupling resonated in their ears.

"Listen," she whispered. "His cock is in her now."

"No, please, no."

"We're not so different, her and me."

"Wha..?"

Lauren slid her hips up and down the pale pelvis of her hubby, the wet walls caressing his flaccidity.

Same silky hair, same smooth skin, same figure."

"No."

"Same ass."

"Please no..."

"Same tits," she laughed, "'cept she got the better deal."

Just then Caroline's voice peeled through the entire house. "OHHHHHHH FUHHHHHCKKK...I'M THERE...I'M THERE!"

The wanton wife bit her lip.

"We even cum the same."

Corey groaned involuntarily, hips bucking upward as Lauren worked her magic. With each nasty word, he found himself getting harder. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Fuck me, Twisty," Lauren cried out while riding his narrow and unremarkable dick, her body undulating with each thrust.

"DO ME, motherfucker! Give me that big black cock!"

"Gonna fuck that white pussy all night long, ya goddamn slut."

Corey groaned. He shouldn't be listening to this. And yet, he couldn't deny the iron his dick had become. Lauren tossed her shiny black mane about as she rode him hard, gripping his man boobs in her hands.

"You like that, baby? You like hearing our little girl getting destroyed by that big black cock?"

"So...fucking...hot."

"Get on your knees, bitch, gonna doggy that cunt," they heard DeAndre bark.

"Yes, Daddy."

Seconds later, the moans and groans continued; the wet slapping noised of skin-on-skin intensifying.

"That's it. Fuck me...fuck me HARD, Daddy, so I can't walk."

The older couple's eyes widened in disbelief. It was like listening to their kid in a porno.

Only this was better than a porno.

With a naughty smirk, Lauren got off Corey, his hard cock slipping out of her wet pussy with a loud pop. She eagerly dropped down on all fours, her ass raised high, tempting and ready. Looking back at his aging body, loose skin in abundance, the wanton wife gave him a wicked look.

"C'mon, Daddy, you heard her."

For a few brief moments, Corey was in a state of disbelief as he listened to his daughter's cries of pleasure coming from the other side of the wall. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but also couldn't fathom how the decadence of it all was turning him on. He gaped with lewdness at Lauren wiggling her ass provocatively. Caroline was a spitting image of her, and despite the gray-haired man's desperate attempt not to, the connection was undeniable. Amidst the sounds of brutish and animalistic sex next door, Corey gave way to primal urges that could be traced to the Neanderthal's, when primal urges and savagery were the hallmarks of life. Reaching out, he grabbed the hips that were in front of him and abruptly pulled them near, thrusting his cock balls deep in the fleshy slit, and like a caveman, not caring if he injured or not.

Lauren bellowed when he entered.

"OHHHH GAAAWWWD! YES! YES! YES! TAKE ME!"

She had not felt her husband's cock like that in a long, long time. Fierce...forceful...uncaring. The more she screamed, the faster he fucked her.

But who? WHO was he really fucking?

On the other side of the door, DeAndre showed no signs of slowing down.

"Oh GOD...fuck...yes...harder...deeper!" Caroline moaned incessantly.

"Who fuckin' you?"

"DeAndre..."

The crack of a hand on an ass cheek echoed off the walls. "Say it louder, cunt."

Suddenly the twenty-seven-year-old became spatially conscious again. "But...my...my parents!"

"Too late, they know how their little girl rolls now."

Another slap.

"NOW SAY IT LOUDER!"

"DADDY!"

"What?"

"DADDY! POUND ME LIKE A FOUR-LEGGED BITCH, DADDY!"

Back in Amelia's room, Corey was a machine, almost like his younger self, burying his six inches as far as it would go with every drive. He could hear his daughter moaning and screaming from the other room, but all he cared about was the woman in front of him, the woman who looked so much like her.

"Your momma's hot, baby doll," they heard DeAndre say. "Wouldn't mind laying this black pipe to her white snatch too."

Any of the neighbors who might have been in their backyards that time of night would have, at exactly the same time, heard two women bray loudly, bovine-like. Lauren's was exceptionally jarring.

"Damnnnn, girl, sounds like your momma getting' herself some too. She sure is one fine piece of ass. Maybe I'll go over there and show your ol' man how to do her right."

Caroline's face grimaced as another orgasm manifested.

"Do...do ya...wanna?" she yelled. "Do ya wanna do us both, STUD?"

Somewhere in the house, she heard her mother shriek "OH MY GOD!"

That was it. The younger girl couldn't help it. She came again. Hard. Real fucking hard, the results squirting down her legs.

DeAndre roared at the ceiling while in the other room, Corey threw his head back too, hollering into the chilly air, the double whammy of taboo and cucking turning his cock into carbon steel. Lauren noticed the difference too and pushed her hips into his, willing him deeper, moans growing desperate, on the verge of a huge release.

"Listen to our little girl, baby. She's a size queen," Lauren panted heavily, "just like me."

"Stop it..."

"Can you imagine..?"

"NO!"

"We're both sluts, Twisty. Whores for the taking. I guess the leaf didn't fall far from the tree."

Corey shook his head violently.

Lauren jerked her head towards the wall. "And she landed right over there."

"Babe..."

Getting manhandled by a big black man with a massive cock. Stretching her out."

The poor man's knees began to weaken, his age finally cutting through the lust and catching up to him.

"Do it, Sweetie. Give me your love, fill me up with your hot, sticky cum."

Corey was pistoning now, his pelvis a blur.

"Hurry up," came a maniacal laugh, "so I can go next door and get fucked by a real man."

"JESUS CHRIST! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!"

She could feel his body tense up. It wouldn't be long.

"Don't worry, Twisty, I won't need to go far, and then give you the sloppy seconds you deserve.".

With a beastly grunt, loud and long, Corey unleashed his load deep into his wife's pulsating pussy. She felt it too, latching onto the sheets as she took whatever dribble he could muster. Collapsing to his haunches, the deflating dick slipped out, glistening with the remnants of the ancient spunk just deposited in the flushed cunt staring back at him. The room was filled with the scent of sex, and pregnant with the elephant in the room.

"That was amazing," Lauren puffed a bang from her face. "You were amazing."

"That was wrong," Corey held his head in one hand while wiping his sack off on the sheets. "On so many levels."

His wife pulled him down on top of her, intertwining her fingers with his. "Your dick didn't think so."

"My dick is depraved in more ways than one these days."

Suddenly, a light show brightly where the Jack and Jill bathroom door meets the floor. They could hear someone peeing, then the toilet flush. Just as it went dark again, a small rap of knuckles came from the other side.

"Hey," Caroline whispered, sniggering softly. "Try to keep it down in there, okay? We're trying to get some sleep over here."

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The streetlights cast a dim and eerie glow over the quiet downtown apartment building, its facade screaming post-modern South Florida. A man sat in a car, parked discreetly along the curb, eyes fixated on the building's entrance. He was shrouded in shadows, hidden from anyone passing by. His pulse quickened every time he saw a woman emerge from the lobby through the revolving doors, then slowed with the realization that it wasn't her.

For some time now, he'd debated whether to approach the object of his affection. Ever since his buddy had bedded the beautiful mature office manager, he'd watched her every move within Rekrap Industries headquarters. Being in IT, it was easy to fake upgrades to her networking and PC, getting him close enough to catch a whiff of her perfume. Each sway of her hips, every subtle glance, the tight-fitting outfits she chose, all convinced him she was advertising. And why shouldn't she? After all, the broad's husband was nowhere around.

With a deep breath, he grabbed the bottle of premium wine he'd brought with him and stepped out of his car, walking quickly through the entrance and into the ornate lobby. Must be nice to live like this.

It took a minute for the concierge, Harvey, to look up from his magazine and take notice of the man.

"Can I help you?" he asked with a guarded voice.

"I'm here to see Lauren Miller."

Harvey sized up the young man in the collared button-down shirt and slacks. Thirty maybe, and definitely professional.

"I'm sorry, sir, but Ms. Miller isn't in right now."

A pang of frustration shot through the man's chest, but he masked it well with a disappointed smile. "Oh? That's a shame. I was hoping to catch her tonight."

Harvey's eyes twinkled. Was this another one of twenty-three F's boy toys?

"I can take a message if you'd like," he offered, more of a way to pry than to be helpful. "Pretty lady like that is very busy."

The man cleared his throat. "She is pretty, isn't she?"

"Hot even."

The two men stared at each other with curious eyes.

"Hot even," the stranger repeated. Did the old man know something he didn't?

"You have no idea," Harvey chuckled.

"I might."

The ancient concierge looked around the empty lobby. Finding no prying eyes, he held up his cell phone. "You tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine."

Shane Carson nodded and set the expensive wine on the counter. "Got a corkscrew?"

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