Marty twisted the cap off of the bottle of beer that he held while standing in the open doorway of the T.V. room. Staring across the room at the couple busy in the center of the floor, he didn't have the slightest worry that they may have picked up on the sound of the fizz spritzing out from underneath the cap and take notice of him standing there. If not for the distraction playing on the big screen television in front of Alvin and Zelda then their actions would have surely prevented any unwanted interruptions.

At the moment, Marty had his own distractions to deal with. Distractions that kept him from reaping the full enjoyment out of standing there watching the show. It came in the form of the constant flashbacks that he was getting that revolved around that particular room. After all, this was the place where Zelda had allowed him to give her her very first butt-fucking. Even though it had been quite some time since they had dated, Marty remembered it like it was yesterday. His memories led him all the way back to the moment when he had first raised the issue with her while they laid in her bed and he slid his fingers all around through the moist layers between her legs. He occasionally brushed the wet digits across the tightly clenched entrance while they played. He remembered watching while she tinkered with the idea, masturbating in front of him while using the well lubricated end of a mock penis to help her adjust to the feel and fit.

Then came the night. Her standing there in front of him leaning over in front of one of the couches while he oiled his own dick and prepared to sink it deep down into her hole.

And now here he was, having long since broken up with her under what can only be construed as suspicious circumstances, watching her straddling this Alvin fellow, bouncing those same full and rounded cheeks against his lap. Needless to say, he still had a tendency now and then to question his judgment about his decisions in their relationship.

 

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Alvin continued to look up at the large screen mounted on the wall in front of him, but not even the image of the set of plump lips racing across the thick shaft being gorged upon by the hot young actress on the screen was enough to tear his mind away from the feel of Zelda's wet pussy jockeying the erection shooting up from his waist. He was sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back on the brace of his two outstretched arms while she was sitting on her knees in front of him with her back to him. Occasionally, Alvin would reach forward with one hand to press it down on the side of her hip, taking a moment to soak in the sight of his cock disappearing between the two hefty cheeks that impacted into his lap. How he had gone this long without losing his load up Zelda's greedy snatch was a mystery that he attributed purely to time and training.

She, on the other hand, appeared to lack any such restraints. Alvin lost count of the multitude of times that she had screamed out her body trembling release while continuing to hop her hips in his lap. He looked up on the screen and saw the guy receiving such a sublimely scripted blowjob completely lose it all over the face and tonsils of the woman kneeling in front of him. What he was able to keep count of was that that was the fifth blown load that he had been forced to sit through while keeping his own at bay. Zelda, having obviously been turned on by the scene, let loose her next gushing orgasm all over his cock, and this time Alvin wasn't going to miss returning the favor.

He threw his head back between his shoulder blades and closed his eyes. With Zelda's hot cunt still at work on his straining member, he just relaxed and let the moving silk sheath work its magic. One ragged grunt later and he was expelling a bounty of pent back force up into her body. Zelda waited until she felt the twitching rod lodged up cunt stop jittering around before hoisting her hips up until she held a grip on nothing aside from the shrinking helmet. Alvin dropped down until he was supporting his upper body on his elbows and stared down at the picture of some of the flow that he deposited washing back down across the shaft of his wilting dick. With any luck, he would have numerous chances that evening to pack Zelda full of even more spunk than she was currently leaking.

 

***

 

Stepping out into the hallway, Alvin was fresh out of the shower with warm beads of perspiration still wetting his brow from the steam. The bathrobe that he wore hung cozy around his shoulders. Of course, Zelda had her own private bath and shower in her own room, but there were other facilities nestled away in this home that offered luxuries that just weren't to be found in most other bathrooms. During his visits to the home, Alvin had gradually worked out a list of what favors he enjoyed getting from where, and today it just so happened that wall embedded, liquid plasma screens displaying the afternoon market reports had won out over multiple showerheads.

Moving down the corridor, he was eager to get back to the bed where Zelda awaited his return. Just thinking about the bare naked, satin sheet covered condition that he had left her in already had his cock plumping back up into the condition that she had so recently demolished several times over that day. He was so enrapt with his memories that he initially paid no mind to the noise of groaning, grunting voices that swept out into the hallway to disturb him. Snapping out of his trance, Alvin was immediately off to inspect. His curiosity eventually led him to one of the nearby lounge rooms where he received a shock that nothing could have prepared him for.

 

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Marty grunted out harshly once more and threw his hips down, slamming his pelvis against the soft padding of ass cheeks that rested on the couch beneath him. Straddling the lower portion of Mrs. Allcock's naked body as she lay across the couch, Marty had one leg hanging over the side and his other knee sandwiched between her and the seatback. He seemed to only be concerned with getting his dick shoved down deeper into her pussy regardless of everything else going on around him.

The scream that came out of Mrs. Allcock's mouth when she felt the bulging hot steel bit jammed up her cunt take another hard push in was a tough and muffled sound. It was mostly due to the fact that as she lay splayed out across the couch cushions she had an object of similar dimensions currently lodged in her throat. She met Marty's next thrust into her with a shove backwards with her hips, all the while slobbering wildly over her husband's hard-on.

Sitting there on the couch just as nude as the rest of the company he kept, Peter Allcock could hardly tear his eyes away from the sight of Marty's pole sliding in and out of the divide between the two fluttering hills of his wife's backside. Not even with the feel of her lips and tongue lathering his dick wet. Pretty soon all the excitement floating around him became too much to bear. His hand had been busy rummaging through the soft curls that covered his wife's bouncing head when his fingers suddenly clenched into a fist that held onto a large plume of the thick and lustrous mass. Mrs. Allcock's head stopped moving and her suckling lips came to a rest wrapped around the thick crown of his cock. Mr. Allcock held her in place there and jutted his hips up in a rapid succession of moves. His motion saw his throbbing piece sliding through her lips to the tune of his grunting until the pulsating in his shaft erupted in a shower of spray that painted the inner lining of her cheeks with a thick layer of his seed.

Mrs. Allcock whined and gulped greedily as her husband continued to fill her mouth with one hot blast after the next. Once she felt the fingers matted up in her hair relax she began to lower and raise her head again until the rigid creature that she suckled on turned rubbery and soft.

"Shiiit!" Mr. Allcock breathed out, his relaxing body sinking down deeper into the plush cushion while he reveled in the feel of his wife massaging and sucking the last few trickling deposits of semen out of his spent piece. "That's it for me," he said, turning his weary gaze back to Marty's struggle with her wriggling backside. "I'd better go grab a shower. I've got a meeting to get to. Honey, do you mind?"

Mrs. Allcock lifted her mouth away from him, freeing herself up to openly express the series of grunts being pushed out of her by Marty's raging erection. Meanwhile, Mr. Allcock used the opportunity to casually slip out from beneath her, gather up his clothes from the floor, and make his way out of the room. With more room to maneuver now, Marty leaned forward and started to bang against her butt cheeks that much harder and faster.

"Damn it!" Marty belted out to her while staring down at his blurring haze of a cock as he pounded it into her. She met his next hard thrust with an even harder shove back with her hips. She managed to throw her body back hard enough against his to knock the flesh rocket that he had buried inside of her loose from her saturated hole.

Marty raised up to give her the room that she needed in order to clamor up and roll over onto her back. The grin that already covered his face spread even wider as he leaned down over her and nestled in between her thighs. It wasn't long before her hands found the length of stiff meat hovering just above her simmering sex pot. Marty breathed out a satisfying gasp of breath when he felt her start to rub his trembling cock. Mrs. Allcock grinned at him while she continued to jerk her hands back and forth across his slippery tool. She hoisted her right knee and thigh up higher along his side giving him more access to her throbbing hole. Marty reached down to take over control of his cock.

He lowered the precum dribbling end of his piece down towards the opening of her pussy but didn't let it stop there. He kept going until the bulbous end of his rod moved down to the section where the slit between her butt cheeks conspired to conceal the opening to yet another entrance into her body. Marty jutted his hips forward and stuffed the tingling knob through the twin heaps until it came pressing against the textured matt surrounding the chute. The lubricant that Mrs. Allcock's pussy had provided allowed him to push his way in to the tightly clenching depths with little resistance to hinder him. Before long Marty was once again furiously pounding at her ass cheeks with reckless abandon.

He cradled the underside of her right thigh in the bend of his arm and sped up the pace of his hips. Even though Mrs. Allcock's cries increased dramatically in volume she didn't seem to mind the force with which he was hollowing out the sensitive texture of her asshole.

"Shit!" Marty howled down to her when he began to feel the electrifying surge wash up through his twitching shaft.

"I'm cumming, you fuck!" Mrs. Allcock blared back at him, rubbing both of her hands over her buzzing clitoris while Marty busied himself pounding away at her ass.

Marty bellowed out in tune with the pulsating release that came spilling out right along with her simultaneous cries.