Sick and Wrong Ch. 06

author's note: Not your typical "Loving Wives" story, in fact the main reason I put it into this category is because there are two wives who end up sleeping with people who are not their husbands. I hope you enjoy!

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Priscilla was excited as she got Barbara into the bedroom, she'd bought a new strap-on dildo just the other day and hadn't had a chance to use it yet. So she'd hidden it away in her purse for the evening, thinking that she might go out after the party, or even find someone at the party to use it on. Never, in her wildest dreams, had she ever considered that she might be able to fuck the Professor and his wife as well! Oh how she was looking forward to playing with her new little Moo-Cow now that they were all alone.

The first thing that Priscilla did was make Barbara show her where she kept her panty-hose; using them, Priscilla tied Barbara face down on the bed with pillows under her hips to elevate her ass and leg her tits hang down below. Even with that elevation, Barbara's big boobs were touching the sheets, her nipples pressed into them. Priscilla laughed and mocked the older woman, making her moo again before she made a gag out of the woman's panties and shoving them in her mouth.

"Such a sweet little Moo-Cow," snickered Priscilla as she reached under Barbara's body to cruelly pinch her nipples, making the woman shriek into her gag and writhe, "And she likes it so much! I can smell how wet you are."

Barbara was wet, and she felt a flood of shame. How could she, a good conservative woman, be getting off on being abused by this younger woman? Her pussy was wetter than Harry had ever made it on his own, and her orgasm when he'd raped her had been the most intense of her life! What was wrong with her? a voice in her mind wailed as Priscilla started to spank the conflicted woman.

There was no confliction there, that HURT! Barbara's ass jiggled and shook as she squirmed, trying to get away from the hand that was slapping her ass continuously. Despite the pain, it seemed to send pleasure signals to her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter as her creamy cheeks were abused. Priscilla laughed, mocking the woman's attempts to get away despite the fact that she was tied down.

When her arm was tired, Priscilla stopped the spanking, blowing cool air across the other woman's heated flesh.

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Downstairs at the party, still in a daze, the Professor found himself talking to the wife of the Dean. She was a little drunk and being very flirtatious, he couldn't figure out what was going on with him tonight... was he wearing new cologne or something? Priscilla had thrown herself at him too... Priscilla! His wife! The daze cleared, and he realized that neither of the women had made it back downstairs yet, in fact all he could remember was that Priscilla had said she would take care of his wife. What had that meant?

"Excuse me," he said to the buxom beauty that was clinging to his arm, unwrapping himself from his boss' wife and hurrying back to the study. It was completely empty, and he stood there in shock, trying to figure out where they might have gone.

He turned quickly to head back to the bedroom, only to find the Dean's wife standing in the doorway, smiling seductively and drunkenly.

"Why this is perfect Harry!" Before he could comprehend what she meant, the beautiful woman threw herself forward and started kissing him passionately, her foot kicking out behind her to shut the door.

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Upstairs, Priscilla strapped on the thick dildo; it was 10 inches long and 2 inches around, a formidable weapon and strapped onto a very diabolical and perverted young woman. She walked around to the side of the bed, stroking the thick rubber and showing it off to Barbara; it hung and bobbed grotesquely between her slender thighs as she laughed, watching the other woman's eyes go wide with fear of the huge piece of equipment. Going back around behind Barbara, she climbed between the woman's spread legs, sliding the head of the monster up and down Barbara's sopping slit. The restrained woman struggled again, feeling the forbidding thickness at her entrance, sobbing as she tried to get away. It was too big!

Her breath left her as Priscilla shoved the first few inches in, eyes bulging out at the way her pussy had to open up to receive the large girth. Already, with just a few inches inside of her, she felt as though her pussy was fuller than it ever had been in her life. A low groan as the thick rubber began to work back and forth, opening her up further as it pressed deeper into her body. Barbara thought that she was going to explode, she was starting to sweat from the strain of being opened this widely. But as Priscilla worked the huge monster in and out, finally pressing all the way against Barbara's swollen and spread pussy lips, Barbara found her body growing used to the invasion.

In fact, when Priscilla started really fucking the bound woman, Barbara found herself moving her hips back, trying to respond as Priscilla thrust.

For Priscilla, the domination was complete with Barbara really started getting into it, her pussy accepting the intruder, wanting to be abused and fucked with it. The two women were moving hard and firmly, Barbara feeling another intense and mind-blowing orgasm building in her groin, her insides quaking as she was fucked.

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Although the poor Professor tried to resist, the drunken advances of Charlotte - the Dean's wife - were not easy to deny. She was very beautiful, and he couldn't hurt her, and the way she was clinging to him the only way he would be able to get her off of him WOULD be to hurt her. So it was that she managed to bear him down to the floor, despite being smaller and weighing less than him. The poor man didn't really stand a chance, and his dick was already hard as her body squirmed on top of his.

Despite her drunkenness, Charlotte had very little trouble getting his dick out in the air, spreading her legs and sinking onto it. The drunken harlot squealed happily as the thick meat speared her, bouncing joyously on top of it as the Professor groaned in lust and defeat. As of their own accord, his hands went up and slid into the front of her dress, finding her small breasts and squeezing them tightly. They were such a delicious handful... he'd had such an array of breasts tonight; his wife's huge mammeries, Priscilla's pert medium-sized ones, and now Charlotte's very small and perky ones. All of them were such a delight he knew he'd never be able to choose which he liked the best.

It was very wrong of him to be fucking his boss' wife... but she was so enthusiastic, so beautiful... and she was already riding his dick. With a groan, the Professor thrust his hips upwards and gave in.

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Priscilla reveled in Barbara's submission, listening to the moans that were muffled by the panties in the woman's mouth. Her eyes half-closed, the younger woman reached around and squeezed Barbara's large teats, finding the nipples with nimble fingers and twisting. Pain yes, but also pleasure as her engorged pussy shuddered with ecstacy, her body reacted to the mix of sensations with lust.

Bucking backwards, Barbara started to scream her passionate orgasm, her pussy tightening and rippling around the rubber cock that was invading her body. Priscilla could feel the woman's reaction and she grinned at her victory, the orgasm that washed over her tinged with triumph, making it all the more sweet. The two woman gasped and heaved together, their pussies burning in mutual pleasure.

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Charlotte came quickly on the Professor's dick, her slight body grinding down on top of him, pussy lips splayed against his crotch. When she came her pussy tightened like a vise, feeling even more constricting than a virgin's. The Professor gasped and heaved, his orgasm a surprise, feeling almost as though it was too soon, but her tight pussy was too fantastic to be denied. He filled her with his cum as she humped in ecstacy, her hips moving rapidly over his groin. Finally she sagged on top of him, the ripples of pleasure subsiding. He sighed and turned his head.

"Oh no..." He whispered, for in the doorway stood the imposing figure of the Dean.

"Oh no is right," the Dean said, his dark eyes flashing as he stepped forward and lifted his drunk wife off of Harry's dick. Rolling away, the mortified Professor quickly did up his pants and stood.

"Sir, please..." he didn't get any farther.

"I think you can consider yourself fired," said the Dean in a tone that brooked no argument. Turning he stormed out of the room, half carrying his drunken wife who waved a sweet farewell to the stricken Professor. Standing there, suddenly unemployed, the Professor's mind rushed through the events of the night, turning to the young woman who had started off the whole chain.

Priscilla. He gritted his teeth. That was it, he was going to find his wife and that... that GIRL and he was going to kick her out and apologize abjectly to his wife and try to put his life back together.

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When the Professor came bursting in the room, Priscilla was still resting on top of Barbara, the monster strap-on still in his wife's pussy. Rage filled him.

"GET OUT!" cried the overwrought man, "THAT'S IT! GET OUT!"

He rushed forward to rescue his wife, barely noting the size of the strap-on as Priscilla pulled away in surprise. Untying his beloved, he cradled her in his arms, glaring at the young woman who's fake dick was bobbing between her legs, covered in his wife's orgasmic juices.

"Get out." he said with menace, "And never come back."

"No."

Both the Professor and Priscilla stared in surprise at Barbara who blushed, but continued in a steady voice, "No. I want her to come back. Whenever she wants."

Priscilla's lips curved in a triumphant smile as the Professor looked crushed.

"But... but... If it wasn't for her you wouldn't have been up here and the Dean's wife wouldn't have been able to get me alone, and we wouldn't have been caught, and I'd STILL HAVE MY JOB!" Everything came out in a rush; it was too much for Barbara to follow to Priscilla grasped the situation immediately.

She laughed, "You had sex with Charlotte? And got caught? And Don fired you?"

Harry was shocked to hear Priscilla refer to the Dean and his wife by their first names. His expression communicated that shock to her easily. She laughed again and stepped forward, kissing him on the lips as if he wasn't holding his wife in his arms.

"I'll take care of it," she told him, the look in her eyes giving him no doubt as to just how she might take care of it with the Dean. He was appalled, he'd always thought that Priscilla was a sweet, innocent girl, the kind of a girl a mother would be thrilled to meet if brought home by her son. Obviously Priscilla was nothing of the sort. The irrepressible young woman added, "Just make sure that you keep your lips sealed about everything that happened tonight."

"He will," said Barbara, looking up at Priscilla with adoring eyes from the arms of her husband.

After Priscilla left, she mused about how much fun that had been. Especially nice had been not having to hide herself from Barbara... and Barbara had given in more than Priscilla had ever expected. How many other girls that she'd raped might have made themselves the willing slaves of Priscilla? Might even now be wishing that Priscilla would come back to THEM again, although they didn't know who she was...

Then her thoughts turned to Dean Don and his beautiful wife Charlotte. Priscilla's eyes danced; simplicity in itself... they were old friends.