Reversal of Fortune Ch. 02

Slowly, I peeled myself off of Sherry's back and began to extricate my shaft gradually from her anus. I was still hard but deflating rapidly as I withdrew from her ass and was greeted by the sight of her cavernous hole gaping at me like a secret passage to her soul. A drop of my slop drooled wetly from her yawning maw and fell on the floor, only to be joined rapidly by a succession of even larger blobs pushed out by her spasming rectum. This was the most deliciously obscene scene I could possibly imagine and I had a visceral sense of euphoria wash over me as I watched her anus gulping for air like a fish on the deck.

Apparently Harvey had a similar reaction as he let out a strangled moan and began to spurt his cock sauce onto the carpet without a single stroke on his shaft. I watched Sherry take in the scene and was fascinated by the look on her face as she saw her husband climax at the sight of her anal despoliation.

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and used it to wipe the santorum from my cock, leaving a greasy brown smear on the cream-colored fabric, and stumbled off to the kitchen. Sherry and Harvey lay sprawled behind; Sherry face down across the arm of the couch and Harvey slumped heavily in the chair. Neither one looked at me or at each other. I was sweating profusely from my exertions and I gulped water directly from the faucet to cool down.

"I don't know about you guys," I shouted from the kitchen, "but I'm hungry. Hey Harvey, do you like carrots?"

- END CHAPTER 2 -