The House Group Leader's Wife Pt. 10

At the same time that Dean brought his mouth to Marcia's sweet pussy, Connor was entering Jennifer. The sheer size of his tool took her breath away.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she groaned. "Oh my god, Connor! Don't hurt me! Please, go easy on me."

Music to his ears doesn't begin to describe how Connor felt when he heard his manhood being described thus. Suddenly, it didn't bother him at all that they were all together on the same bed.

"Group sex has such a wonderful dynamic," he thought to himself. "I bet she's never told Dean not to hurt her!"

If Connor had hoped that Dean (or for that matter Marcia) would be listening to the praise he was receiving, he was mistaken. From the moment Dean's soft tongue landed on Marcia's pussy, they were transported into another world. If Marcia thought what had gone before was good, she was running out of superlatives to describe the performance of the man she had always considered such a loser. If he were suddenly to leave her alone on the bed now, she knew who the loser would be.

Marcia's soft moaning sounded so beautiful to Dean. He was used to Jennifer's unresponsiveness, which he now realized (not for the first time) seriously impaired his performance. Not that Jennifer was proving unresponsive to Connor! If Dean hadn't heard her the first time round, he would have needed to be deaf not to hear her now, as Connor started fucking her like a man possessed.

"Aw, fuck!" she cried. "Please go easy on me! I don't think I can take your full length."

Dean had certainly never heard anything like that pass his wife's lips before.

"Give me everything you've got!" she continued, making Connor find another gear from somewhere, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Marcia couldn't help but see and hear what was going on. The look on her husband's face as he pulverized Jennifer was something she had never seen. The commentary Jennifer was keeping up, which had seemed phoney to Marcia at first, now had her believing it was anything but phoney. Jennifer was reaching out to Connor like a character in a B movie, her arms flailing about in an attempt to stop herself from falling into the abyss. It was to the abyss that she was headed - there could be no two ways about that, Marcia thought.

Sensing that Marcia was no longer focused on his ministrations, Dean came up for air and was confronted by the sight of his wife spiraling out of control. He was awestruck. He had never seen her lose herself like this in the act of sex before. She always held something back. But not this time. The look of reverie on her face was matched by the trance-like state into which Connor had been driven. She kept shouting at him, telling him at one moment to fuck her harder, at another, not to hurt her. Dean noticed that the latter injunction in particular was driving Connor to even greater efforts - the sweat now pouring from his face.

"Is that all you have got?" she taunted him, her eyes starting wildly from her face, her hands flailing out at his chest, and drawing blood when her nails made contact with his pecs.

It was extraordinary that neither of them had yet come. Marcia and Dean watched on as the metamorphosis in what had been a most pedestrian piece of lovemaking was completed. Connor, in particular, appeared to be in danger of losing his mind.

"Fuck you!" he roared at Jennifer - this woman he had so often fantasized about fucking, but never like this.

"Make me come!" Jennifer yelled back at him.

To the disinterested observer, the tone of her voice and the way her body had coiled up like a spring made it clear that she was already on that path and that there was no turning back. To Connor, however, nothing was clear. His mind had been scrambled and he was no longer in full control of his actions. He was pumping her like a dog pumps a bitch, and nothing appeared to be able to stop him.

Then Jennifer started to orgasm, and everything changed. It was as if the safety catch had been released. Connor's weapon began to fire round after round of ammunition into the deep places of her vagina. As he released his load, he howled like a wolf, finally able to rid himself of the anger and frustration that had been welling up within him.

"Stay inside me!" cried Jennifer. "I want you to stay inside me for ever!"

Then, amazingly, she added (quite conscious of what she was saying), "I want you to fuck me again."

Chapter 27

"Oh, right," said Connor, clearly expecting to be given an opportunity to rest on his laurels, his penis having finally slunk out of Jennifer's grasp.

"Is this the problem?" asked Jennifer, extending her hand and picking up his penis, which, even now when it was at half mast, was almost as big as her husband's at full tilt.

"We don't want to waste your precious juice, do we?" she said, pushing him onto the bed and stemming the steady flow of jism that was still issuing from his opening.

"Aw, fuck!" Connor sighed, as he felt her tongue on his member.

It was even better than he had dreamt of it being. This woman really knew how to give head. Within a minute or two he was hard, and worried that she would take that as a sign that he was ready for action. But Jennifer was no slavedriver. She knew that Connor needed a rest if he was to perform at his best. She'd give him the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life right in front of Marcia. If he came in the process, so be it. From the effect she was having on him, Jennifer was supremely confident that she would be able to make him perform again when she asked him to take her from behind. She'd caught him admiring her shapely ass so many times in the last year or so that the sight of it naked was bound to send him into raptures.

In the meantime, Dean had resumed his shift at Marcia's pussy. He knew it would be a mistake to compete with Connor and try and rush things to a hasty orgasm. He needed to rediscover the rhythm that was working so well for Marcia, and let nature take its course. He needed to be super sensitive in his response to her so that they could become almost as one organism: one organism heading in the same destination.

With this in mind, he began licking her labia with long strokes, immediately receiving the reward of her praise and approbation. How far a little praise went, he thought, thinking of all the times it had been either silence or brickbats from Jennifer. But the simple truth was that Marcia had been knocked off her stride by Jennifer and Connor's performance, specifically, by the effect that the former beauty queen had had on her husband. Of course, she knew that Connor had always lusted after her, but she thought it would be a case of "Wham! Bang! And thank you, madam!" when he finally got to fulfil his fantasy.

Now, Marcia felt she had miscalculated. Jennifer had the ability to move Connor at what appeared to be something deeper than a merely sexual level. There was a connection between the two of them - a connection Jennifer didn't have with her own husband. As regards Connor, it was no surprise to Marcia that he got so much pleasure out of fucking Jennifer, but he seemed to be warming to her as a human being too - and that, right in front of his wife's eyes!

As if aware of Marcia's reflections, Jennifer shuffled about on the bed so that her ass was no more than 18 inches from Marcia's face, so close that Marcia could see her husband's semen leaking from her comely quim. The woman wasn't just a prick tease, Marcia thought; she was a pussy tease, as well! She wasn't going to let Marcia see what she was doing to her husband, but she was going to make sure that she heard the effect of her efforts, while letting her see the effect those efforts were having on her own sexual state.

As if Jennifer was reading Marcia's mind, she placed a finger on her pussy and began to rub her swollen outer lips even as she started to deepthroat Marcia's husband. One benefit for Marcia was that her own arousal went through the roof, resulting in her expression of appreciation of Dean's efforts switching from heartfelt and polite to passionate and obscene.

"Fuck me with your tongue, Dean! Fuck me until you make me come!"

No sooner had she said this than she couldn't help but notice the exaggerated way in which Jennifer's moved her finger from her pussy lips and plunged it up to the knuckle in her squelching pussy, almost immediately to be joined by a second and then a third finger.

Marcia wanted to tell Jennifer just what she thought of her, then she wanted to move the short distance across the bed so she could eat her out. Then she wanted to plunge her fingers (make that her whole hand!) in her own pussy so she could experience an instantaneous orgasm. Finally, though, she contented herself with telling Dean to do his job properly and make her come.

Unaware of what was, in part, at least, causing Marcia to lose control, Dean very naturally assumed it was his own skills that had driven her to the edge. Thus it was that ignorance was to some degree responsible for bringing bliss to both Dean and Marcia. However it might have been achieved, the feeling Dean experienced when Marcia's orgasm began to break around his face (which was buried deep in her pussy) was something that would live with him for the rest of his life.

Of more immediate importance in terms of the climax to their lovemaking, Dean believed his cock to be harder and longer than it had ever been before. The ramifications for the next phase of their lovemaking were enormous. Dean knew (knew beyond a shadow of a doubt) that Marcia would be unable to resist him for more than a few seconds once he had impaled her. He would therefore tease her a little bit, making her beg before he emptied himself inside her. Unwittingly, Marcia had happened upon a way that would all but guarantee her the orgasm which she feared she might otherwise have been denied on account of Dean's shortcomings.

Jennifer was more turned on that she had ever been in her life. The combination of the response she was getting from Connor, as she took as much as she could of his pulsing column in her mouth, and the effect she could hear she was having on Marcia, as she drove Dean on to levels of performance she (Jennifer) was never on the receiving end of nowadays, was priming her for one final encounter.

Her initial plan when she started to blow Connor was that she wouldn't let him come, but that plan had been jettisoned when she realized how much she enjoyed wrestling with his monster, and when she reflected on the fact it might be months before she had the chance to come to grips with it again.

Anyway, just listening to the sounds he made as she worked on his baton made all the effort worthwhile. He just couldn't stop telling her how good she was. How tempted Jennifer was to ask him if she was better than his wife! But she resisted doing so, aware that drawing attention to the fact that he was sharing his bed with another woman (in the presence of his wife!) might prove a big turn-off. It was better to keep him in a make-belief world where no boundaries existed and no one ever got hurt by the actions of anyone else.

"Aw, fuck!" Connor cried out, caring not a jot that he might have nothing left to give Jennifer, as his jism shot down her throat.

"You naughty boy!" said Jennifer teasingly, as she slurped at Connor's rapidly deflating cock.

"I only wanted to make you nice and big so you could make me feel good again. Never mind, I guess we can watch the others."

"Come here!" said Connor, the embers of his passion fanned into flame by the blonde's tantalizing manner. "I'll teach you to be such a prick-tease at your age!"

Holding her tight, he kissed her passionately, removing her hand when it attempted to find his limp cock. Making sure that her hands were round his neck, he let his own hands find her shapely ass, moving a finger to her asshole. Jennifer wouldn't have believed that the sex could get any better, but it was! And she didn't need to touch his cock, anyway. It was extending itself against her stomach like a telescope in double quick time. The thought of fucking her in the ass was obviously as much of a turn-on to Connor as it was to her.

While Marcia was following proceedings adjacent to her with great interest, Dean was utterly oblivious to them. Well, wouldn't you be, if one of the two remaining items on your sexual bucket-list was about to be chalked off?

"Tell me if you feel any pain," Dean said to Marcia, as he lined his throbbing phallus up at the entry to her pussy.

"I will," said Marcia gratefully. "Just take it easy with me, at least at first until I get used to it."

"Sure," said Dean, the very ideal of a gentleman.

"Why don't you lift your legs so I can reach all your spots?" he said.

Marcia did as he asked, putting her hands round her ankles for good measure and opening herself wide for him. She thought Dean would appreciate the gesture, slutty though it was. "Appreciate" hardly begins to describe the effect the action had on Dean, although slutty never entered his mind. For Dean, what this simple act signified was that Marcia wanted to show Dean that she regretted her part in the humiliation that had resulted in him being forced to have sex with Daryl. She was offering an olive branch, and it lay with him whether that token was accepted or not.

"I forgive you," Dean spoke softly to himself, showing that his mercy was genuine by driving his distended dart deep into her womanhood.

"Oh, fuck!" shouted Marcia, taken by surprise not by the length of Dean's equipment but by the suddenness of his attack.

"I'm sorry," Dean said, his voice shot through with the sincerity of his remorse. "It was the effect you have on me. I'm sorry. I should have been more gentle, more sensitive to your needs."

"It feels okay now," said Marcia, getting into the spirit of things. "You don't need to hold back."

Seeing the look of concern on his face, she swiftly added, "I promise."

Taking Marcia at her word, Dean adjusted his position so that he could drive himself even deeper into Marcia and returned to the attack. Once more, there was no pretence of finesse, as Dean started thrusting his bolt into Marcia's hole and concentrated on building up the pace little by little. At the back of his mind, there always remained the worry that Marcia would come early under his assault. He knew he must think not of his own needs, but only of hers, if their lovemaking was to reach the heights that he had envisaged for it for all these months.

"Oh god, don't stop!"

Marcia had managed to punctuate her moans with this comment, which never failed to have an effect on the male psyche, especially one as limited as Dean's. He was like an astronaut freewheeling through space, one whose oxygen line has been jettisoned. He was breathing, yes, but no longer in any conventional way. A rich ether was infusing him with all the pneuma he required.

What is more, he had transported Marcia with him. She could feel the first tremors of an orgasm which promised to unmake her.

"I can't take any more!" she yelled, without a trace of insincerity, as the tremors gave way to full-blown convulsions.

Dean's cock twitched violently inside Marcia, then his whole body went in spasm as he unburdened himself of years of frustration. The only sound he made was a prolonged sigh as he felt his seed impregnate his ideal woman. In contrast, Marcia was singing a celestial song that owed nothing to a songwriter's pen. Against all the odds, she had found satisfaction (no, something far more than that) through the agency of a man whom she had dismissed as nothing more than a joke.

Connor and Jennifer listened with awe mixed with incredulity until Marcia's climax had finally wound down. Releasing the grip on her ankles, she lay back on the bed, utterly spent. Dean was still inside her. Incredibly, he was still hard. They watched on as he started to rock back and forth inside her, slowly but with obvious intent. It wasn't long before Marcia began to respond, cooing softly. She had never experienced anything like this before. Usually, the man would be asleep by now.

"I want to give you more," said Dean, calm and excited at the same time.

Marcia looked at him (really at him - not through him, as was her custom) and merely nodded. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but was now acutely aware of the presence of the other two, who had stopped everything and were watching his every move, each over their shoulder, as if frozen in time.

Jennifer felt Connor's cock hardening against her, then wedge itself just below her asshole. She could also feel her juices oozing from her vagina. She imagined Connor entering her anus while Dean plugged her other opening. Marcia lay beneath her, offering herself to her and begging her to drink her fill of her own juices, mixed with Dean's sperm.

"Another day, perhaps," Jennifer told herself, as Dean kissed Marcia's breasts.

Marcia stroked Dean's sandy hair, and began to purr as he slid his member back and forth inside her.

"Fuck me like that," Jennifer told Connor.

Thinking she meant her vagina, Connor moved the tip of his pulsing organ to her gaping quim, but was checked by Jennifer, who told him to return whence he had come.

"Now show me how much I mean to you," said Jennifer, turning her head so that all she could perceive of the other couple's lovemaking were the sounds they were making.

Connor gently pushed his penis against Jennifer's tiny opening, but to no effect.

"It's okay," said Jennifer. "I can take you."

Marcia watched as her husband strained his sinews and tried to force entry. Still, Jennifer's most sacred place denied entry to the one who was bidden to invade her.

"Don't disappoint me, Connor," she said softly. "It is yours."

Hampered by the increased swelling that the effect of her words and the whole situation was creating, Connor applied more pressure until he felt the head of his penis breach her defences.

"Fuck! Yes!" gasped Jennifer.

Although he had a foot in the door, he hesitated to go any further. Only his glans had penetrated her, and that was the narrowest part of his member. He was unable to conceive of a scenario in which even half of his penis could be accommodated inside her fragile opening.

When he started to explain his dilemma to her, she cut him off, angrily telling him that she wasn't interested in his excuses. If he didn't find her attractive any more, he could wait till Dean had brought pleasure to Marcia once again and then fuck her! Normally, the mildest of men, Connor bridled at the harsh words Jennifer was using, and, his blood boiling, rammed his cock into her ass.

"Aaargh!" Jennifer cried.

"Fucking bitch!" Connor muttered to himself, as he began to pump his thick shaft in and out of her glory hole.

Now it was Jennifer's turn to fill the air with sound. Rather than causing Dean or Marcia to lose their focus, Jennifer's performance took them to a new level - one which in all truth they needed to reach if they were to hit the peaks again.

"Fuck me in the ass!' Marcia barked at Dean, who didn't need a second invitation.

Flipping her over, he did Marcia the courtesy of rimming her anus with his tongue to prep her for the main event. On the point of telling him to dispense with preliminaries, Marcia found she was enjoying the experience far too much to curtail it.

"Lick it harder!" she told him.

Like a puppet on a string, Dean obeyed her instantly, using his hands to part her ass cheeks as wide as they would go.

"Fuck me now!" Marcia spat at him, her libido still every bit as powerful as it had been when she was making out with Jennifer.

Not to be outdone, Jennifer, who knew she was not far from coming, told Connor to fuck her harder. Beads of sweat matting his hair to his forehead, Connor complied, aghast at the fact that Jennifer had been able to take nearly his entire length.