Ascending Lauren Ch. 26

"Looks like you're about out of lives in this stupid game, aren't you, wimp?" Tony looked over his shoulder as he mounted the forty-eight-year-old.

Deliriously, Lauren folded her arms around Tony's neck and pulled him in for a smoldering kiss. He didn't seem the least bit worried about the taste of his own bowels.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" he looked down on the raven-haired beauty, caressing her hair.

Pursing her lips in an expression a child would use to beg for a toy, she narrowed her eyes.

"Yesssss, please, baby, show the cuck what a worthless husband he really is."

Tony gripped his cock tightly, feeling the veins pulsing beneath its skin as he aligned himself with the moving targets that were Lauren's hips, thrusting up with a sense of urgency, begging for him to spear her.

"How many lives, Twisty?" she barked.

The image of the last power pill draining in an old arcade game flashed before Corey's eyes.

"HOW MANY?"

Both Lauren and Tony grinned at each other before turning their heads to look at the shell of a once proud man, his face and body both craving release from the mounting pressure of venereal lust that was eating him alive. With demented glee, her hand wrapped around the kid's thick, pulsating cock, relishing in its girth and the way her fingers glided along its veined surface. She squeezed it firmly, feeling the weight and power of it in her hand. The anticipation coursing through her body made her tremble.

With a wicked grin, the clever enchantress guided its head into her already wet and throbbing labia, the rough texture of his nutsack brushed against her inner thighs. She teased herself, rubbing the tip against her clit, feeling the electrifying jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. Tony didn't waste a second. He took control, gripping her hips, and pushed himself into her slick, eager pussy. The feeling of his thickness stretching her walls made Lauren gasp and arch her back, her nails digging into his shoulders. The scent of sex filled the air yet again as the youth's size forced air from her heated hole and those farts sent the aroma wafting through the room.

"HOW MANY, CUCK!" Lauren badgered.

Game Over appeared in Corey's head. Please deposit another quarter. "N-N-None?"

"That's right," Tony growled back. "Zero left. You lose, bitch."

"Forget about him, baby, " Lauren beseeched loudly, grasping Tony's chin and forcing his eyes to hers. "He doesn't deserve this pussy anymore."

"You know it, whore."

"Yes, yes, I'm YOUR whore tonight. Now fuck your whore. PLEASE FUCK ME!"

Corey watched with a whirlwind of emotions as the graduating senior began to plunge his slick tool into his wife. At first, he approached the task with gentleness and care, but as Lauren's love canal gave no resistance, he became more confident and ruthless. The sight of Tony's cock disappearing into Lauren's wet snatch, and the way her body writhed and trembled with pleasure, both infuriated and aroused the older man. He couldn't help but feel a mix of jealousy and want, a disgusting excitement that twisted his insides.

As the boy went faster, Lauren moaned louder. Holding her tiny ass with both hands, he buried it deep, an impossible task given its size. Lauren grunted unceasingly as the mighty eight inches repeatedly disappeared before bottoming out, a slap of primed balls against her bare ass being the only thing left to load her up. With his hands above her shoulders, his muscular arms supported and held him high, occasionally leaning down to flick his tongue out to dance with the tip of hers, before gently nibbling her nipples.

The relentless sweet agony that blistered Corey's untouchable dick was excruciating. He would have fucked a blender if it would have made the pain stop. Every pulse, every throb, intensified the ache, making him desperate for relief. It's as if his dick had a mind of its own, aching to be stroked, squeezed, and engulfed in wet warmth. The sheer frustration of not being able to touch it while a man forty years younger than he banged his wife was driving him to the brink of madness.

And it wasn't so much how Lauren's moans filled the room, or how her body writhed against him, hips grinding in search of more friction, more pleasure. No, it was the look of pure lust that was tattooed on her face as she looked into Tony's eyes, the mewling and groaning he evoked with each stroke. She had never been that vocal with Corey before now, encouraging and pleading for more.

"Oh god, YES! Fuck me! OH GOD!"

Tony gritted his teeth and pummeled her hard, driving her towards another earth-shattering orgasm. He reached down with one hand and slung one leg over a shoulder, before doing the same with the other. At that point, Lauren's eyes rolled back in her head.

"OH, MY GAWWWWD"

Grabbing the frat boy's face, she pulled it down to hers and stared into his eyes, pupils dilated and bulging. Her words came in short gasps now.

"FUCK ME TONE-EEEEEE, gasp gasp, FUCK ME, gasp gasp, FUCK ME, FUCK..."

Suddenly she held her breath and grimaced before the second orgasm of the night came crashing down around her.

"OHHHHHHH FUUCCCCCKKKKK!"

With Lauren's ankles around Tony's neck, her body shook uncontrollably, and copious amounts of fluids erupted from her pussy, spraying the mattress.

"You feel so good inside me," she whimpered as the flood subsided. "So much better than him."

Whether she intended for Corey to hear the remark or not made it even hotter.

"You're fucking amazing."

Unwrapping her thighs behind his head, Tony ducked out from under Lauren's legs and flipped her over onto her belly. Instinctively, she raised her hips and presented her raw and battered pussy.

"You mean... he never does this?" Tony chuckled, amused at the whole situation, knowing full well the answer. He gripped her hips firmly and guided himself towards her drenched cunt. With brutal force, he plunged his entire length deep inside her, causing a blood-curdling scream to escape her lips.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, nooooooooooooooo!"

"Beg for it, bitch. Beg for this cock," Tony growled, his fingers releasing her hips to explore her body further. One hand found its way to her breast, squeezing it firmly, while the other grabbed a fistful of her disheveled hair.

"Oh god, it feels so good, TONE-EEE!"

"Beg..."

"Use me...use me like he can't, baby. His worthless worm can't fuck me like you do."

"Don't tell me, tell him," Tony taunted dominantly.

On her elbows and knees, Lauren jerked her head around and turned in Corey's direction, sending the mane of midnight black hair to her back.

"He's sooooo good, Corey," she muttered, gasping for air, eyes rolling back in her head, "reaching all those spots you can never with that paltry pecker of yours."

Tony's thrusts escalated, his hips crashing against her ass, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. The smacking sound of his hand meeting her ass cheeks - not once, but twice - echoed in the small bedroom.

"Spread that cunt for me, bitch!" Tony bellowed, demanding and with a lot of authority not often seen in such youth. His slaps on her ass grew harder,

"Make me cum, you filthy whore."

"YOU did this to me, Corey! You made me the tramp I am today!"

Slap, slap!

"OHHHHHHHH!"

Helpless, Corey watched with tears in his eyes as Tony pummeled his wife like he was breeding a dog. The kid's knees were firmly planted into the mattress as he remained behind her, his arms and elbows supporting his weight on her pelvis, while her cunt spread wide, inviting him to further ravage her. Once again, the scent of their sex - a heady mix of musk and semen - permeated the small area, adding to Corey's sensory torture.

With each forceful stab, Tony felt the muscles of Lauren's pussy contract around his cock, seemingly pulling him deeper. He could feel every bump and curve of her inner walls as they pressed against his shaft for the final milking.

"Oh god, Lauren!"

"FUCK ME TONY!"

They moved together seamlessly as if they were two parts of a single whole - one body made up of two people who were completely in tune with each other. The contours of their firm muscles and curvatures of their spines, sweaty and glossy as they bent their bodies in the midnight hour, added to carnal visuals that Corey would soon not forget.

"Remember, you're mine now, Lauren, you don't get to fuck him anymore."

Corey's eyes widened as he struggled against the bindings.

"Bullshit!" the older man protested.

Using her hair as a rein, Tony swung their torsos around so they were facing her husband. "Not your place to say anymore now is it, old dude?" He yanked painfully on Lauren's ponytail. "IS IT LAUR?"

"Owwwww! Nooooo, this pussy's all yours, Tony!" she cried out in pain.

"Tell him."

Corey wiggled in his seat and saw Lauren trying to focus on him through a lustful grimace as mini-orgasms began to rake her body. Her voice dripped with defiance as she looked directly at her husband, half-shut eyes with a barely-there expression.

"All those lost years I've put up with that mediocre stub when I could have been fucked by real men. Thank GOD your best friend stepped up and showed me what I was missing! Should've fucked them all."

Her words hit Corey like a sledgehammer to the gut, a harsh reminder of his place now in their twisted life. There was no more talking about what things would be like when he moved down there, no presumptions. Any quixotic fantasy was out the door. The capitulating patriarch squirmed against his restraints, filled with tears that began to run down his cheeks.

"That's right, you fucking whore. Say it louder, let your pathetic husband hear how much better I fuck you."

"SOOOOOOO MUCH BETTER!"

"Stupid cuck," Tony scoffed with dismissal, turning focus to his cock disappearing into the bald pussy in front of him. "Who throws pussy like this away?"

Lauren's mouth dropped open as a series of climaxes hit her. "DO MEEEEE TONE-EEEEE, do my married cunt!" she cried out.

Tony's grip on her hair tightened, his voice laced with a sadistic edge. "You're both worthless sluts and cucks," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "How pathetic."

"YESSSSSS......!"

The young man fixed a steely stare on Corey. "Tell me to cum in your piece of shit wife, cuck," he demanded.

Corey squirmed like an inconsolable puppy in the chair, craning his neck as he endured the verbal edging. He shook his head, trying to escape the torment.

"Do it, Corey," Lauren taunted from the bed with an evil smile. "Tell him to cum in me."

"Do it, cuck," Tony repeated sternly. His pushes were slower now, longer and more controlled. He was close but needed to hear the whining slug of a husband beg.

The aging project manager's chin drooped to his chest in exhaustion. His head rolled like he'd been beaten by the Mafia.

"Cum," Corey gasped, looking down over his weak and portly body, his unimpressive six inches now the source of incredible agony, the head now an unnatural black cherry.

"Cum in her," he murmured. "Cum in my whore wife."

"WHAT, I CAN'T HEEEARRRR YOU, CUCK?"

"For god's sake, just do it. FLOOD HER GODDAMN CUNT!"

With a pop, Tony pulled out of Lauren's hole and tore off the condom. They both gasped as he immediately thrust it back in, driving it deep until his balls slapped against her taint. For the next sixty seconds, the lovers were oblivious to everything but their own coupling, like two beasts in the jungle. Tony's grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh, his pace picking up, becoming rougher and more urgent. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls as he bore down. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, cock sliding deep and relentless, each one driving them both closer to the edge. Lauren clawed at the sheets as he leaned over her, both mouths open, spittle forming around their corners. The only sound was their labored breathing, the bed creaking, and a long string of moans. It wasn't long before the young man froze, jaw slack, and came.

"Laur...nuuhhhhhhhggggggghhhhh," he bellowed as Lauren's body convulsed around him, her pussy walls clenching tightly.

Corey helplessly watched as the lithe figure arched her back like a cat, nails digging into the sheets as she too came. The boy's contorted face and heaving hips confirmed his load was spraying into her womb. As Tony's climax subsided, he felt his muscles relax and his weight shift, causing him to slowly slide off Lauren's body. His legs, still trembling, gently fell away. As he did so, his cock withdrew, spent and softening, the friction of her wet, swollen lips against his shaft causing a spurt of his semen to be released from her slit, which began to drip down one of her legs. Herself drained and weary, Lauren dropped to the mattress face down next to Tony and hugged a pillow.

For several minutes after, they cuddled, whispering and caressing each other's arms, lost in the post-coital haze. Corey looked on, hanging limp and defeated in his frilly chair, despondent and needing to cum. Slowly, the lovers regained their situational awareness. Tony's head popped up first and glanced the older man's way, followed by Lauren. At first, her heart sank as she saw the pain etched across her husband's face. Then remembering it's what he had asked for, she giggled and gave him a most condescending look.

"What about him?" the boy whispered. Lauren murmured something that Tony laughed at, but Corey couldn't make it out. Finally, just before his aging dick began to deflate, the well-fucked wife slithered off the mattress and crawled across the carpet on all fours. She looked like a kitten that was about to play with its food.

Corey watched with enormous anxiety as she slinked to a stop before the vanity chair and rose to her knees, placing her hands on his liver-spot-speckled legs once again. Her hair was tousled, giving her that just-fucked-look, and her slender tan body was gleaming with perspiration, small breasts covered with beads of sweat forming on the swells. Below, rivulets of semen dripped from her reddened slit. Knowing Tony could not see her face from that angle, she cocked an eyebrow.

"Well?"

Lauren was giving Corey another out, a chance to stop the unsavory carousel and get off. When he said nothing, she gathered her hair behind a shoulder and leaned forward.

"Did you like that, Twisty?" Lauren smirked, looking over her husband's tubby body and scoffing. "Did you see what a real cock can do to me?"

Corey remained silent and locked eyes with his wanton wife. She could see the arousal, the lust, and the desperation. Leaning over his dick, she examined it closely, taking care to avoid contact, lest it set it off. Now a raw, inflamed crimson color, it quaked and danced in mid-air, turgid and swollen, begging to be touched. It must've been unbearable.

In an act of deviant pleasure, Lauren summoned a glob of spit in her mouth and parted her lips, letting it dribble slowly from her tongue onto the bantam cock. The mere anticipation made Corey cry out, which turned into a long, almost painful groan when the strand of spittle elongated and found the glans, forming a delicate bridge between her mouth and his quaking shaft.

"So now you know how I've been spending my evenings," Lauren confessed, face still poised above the trembling member but eyes looking up.

Corey's dry mouth swallowed. "When did you find time?"

"Usually after you and I had our nightly chats."

"When you said you were going to bed..."

"I really was," she giggled. "To get fucked."

"Jesus, Lauren."

"Uh-huh. There were other men too. Lots of them."

At that moment, nothing in the world was more important to Corey than to cum.

Lauren's tongue flicked out to lick away a dollop of precum that suddenly appeared.

The quivering project manager closed his eyes, relishing the brief contact. Touch...any touch...was to be savored. When he opened them, Tony was standing behind her. Christ, even flaccid the guy was at least five inches. Corey sneered when the young man put his hand on his wife's shoulder.

"She's fucked a lot of guys, old dude," Tony said with a nonchalant smirk. "That pussy gets used every week. If not by me, then some other lucky son-of-a-bitch."

With his arms still bound behind his back and attached to the chair, Corey tried in vain to free himself. The humiliation of sitting there naked, a chest and physique he was already self-conscious about on full display was crushing. Nipples erect and sensitive, an erect cock jutting out in front of him made it that much worse. Tony staring down at him and laughing only added to Corey's embarrassment.

"Who knows?" the young man snickered. "Next week, I might bring a friend. You remember Tommy? Or maybe Hunter?"

Corey's heart sank when he heard Lauren echo the kid's laughter. He realized she'd taken advantage of her hall pass, but now, it seemed like she had no use for him at all. As if to confirm that, a wicked grin began spreading across her face.

"Do you know why I need those men? Because your pathetic excuse for a cock can't satisfy me anymore."

Her voice held such disdain, that Corey didn't know if the taunting was real or role play.

"Face it, cuck, she's the town whore now. Guys from all over were hitting this while you were up north with your prick in your hands." With a sly sneer, Tony leaned down and snorted. "She doesn't want your sorry-ass dick anymore. Hell, you should be grateful that you even get to watch her."

To Corey's dismay, Lauren's silence clearly acknowledged her concurrence. Instead of defending her husband, she crept closer, rising and straddling his legs. As her thighs parted and her pelvis slid along closer to the older man's groin, her used pussy released the remnants of Tony's semen, which pooled obscenely on the soft cushion below. Smelling of sweat and cum, Lauren's lips latched onto one of Corey's nipples, her tongue flicking and sucking at the overly sensitive skin. She pulled on the fleshy nub with her teeth, causing it to strain and stretch. Her hair dangled down over his chest, adding to the poignant caressing of his skin as she continued to play with the hairy areolae, listening to the whimpering that ensued. Looping both hands behind his neck for leverage, she brought her hips forward until her slippery slit almost touched the penis that bobbed freely in front of her. In a moment of desperation, Corey lifted his buttocks and made futile stabbing motions toward her treasure.

"Do you really think," Lauren whispered into an ear, "that you can truly satisfy me with that little thing anymore?"

Corey's eyes mirrored his misery as he continued to thrust forward in vain. Each time she moved her pussy just out of reach.

"Aw, it's so cute how you try, really, but that ship has sailed," she cooed. "You showed me what I've been missing, how other men can make me scream with pleasure. No way you'll ever measure up now."

"Lauren, please..." Corey pleaded.

"Oh, I'll do as I please," she giggled, continuing to dodge his attempts at penetrating her. "Nice try, Twisty, but does that tiny pink worm really deserve my pussy?" she asked sarcastically. "Tell me, does it turn you on to know that I crave bigger, harder cocks now? That I moan and scream for them, but barely feel you? Does it make your little dicky throb to imagine me taking every inch I can get while you're left panting and desperate?" Her words were filled with disdain and taunting.

"Jesus, Laur..." Corey groaned in frustration.

"Oh, Jesus isn't going to help you now, love."

"SHIT!" Corey could feel the rush of blood to the tip of his cock, making it feel like it was going to explode. It lunged forward involuntarily. In a move that even caught Lauren by surprise, the head slipped past her battered butterfly.