Fantastic Finishes Part 2 Stardog Champion- jprobx@webtv.net After a few moments of eavesdropping, Gary Paulson finally recognized the sounds coming from the bowels of the locker room as the age old gasping and groaning rhythms of sex. His natural voyeuristic tendencies tweaked, Gary froze for a moment and with baited breath, listened intently, his mind shuffling like a computer as he tried to piece together the scene. Gary had come to the school when he began to worry about Cindi’s safety being alone, that late at night. He saw that her car was parked in front of the gymnasium, where it should have been, the locker room was unlocked and all the lights were on in her office but still, there was no sign of her. As he stood there thinking, the muffled sounds of coitus played on around the corner. Like a slow virus seeping into his system, Gary began to feel queezy. How would he explain to Cindi if he got caught inside the girl’s basketball locker room when one or more of her players were engaged in some sort of sexual escapade? Gary knew his wife had to be around somewhere and he cringed thinking what Cindi’s reaction would be if she caught one of her players doing such a thing. Feeling a gnawing sense of dread being on the strange turf of the ladies locker room, Gary tried lifting his feet to leave but the soles of his feet seemed to be glued to the concrete floor. As the muffled male and female gasps and groans echoed through the opened room, Gary stayed in place, entertaining his curiosity. For a few moments, any thoughts of his wife or getting caught were put on the back burner. His sex life with his wife had become increasingly sporadic as they grew older and worked on their careers. When the kids came along, their rare attempts at erotic endeavors had become dulled and predictable. That night, Gary thought longingly at dinner with Cyndy, he had seen that old twinkle in her eyes and that was part of the reason he was in such a hurry to find out what was taking her so long to come home. The rare chance to capture the ‘glory days’ of their early marriage was too much to just let slip by. Feeling himself become aroused listening to the female gasps coming from around the corner, Gary visualized what one of those hard bodies female players would look like naked being touched, kissed and fucked by their virile college boyfriends or even perhaps by each other. Being led by the small brain in his ‘lower‘ head rather than the one upstairs, Gary finally felt his feet lift off the floor, only this time they were leading him closer to the dressing area rather than the exit. When Gary carefully turned the corner and looked at the participants making the lurid sounds, his eyeballs literally felt like they were beginning to burn. He had seen more than a few pornographic films and magazines in his life, substantially more than his prudish wife ever knew about, but what Gary Paulson saw unfolding 25 feet in front of him made all the other depictions of sex he had ever seen pale in comparison. The sounds of pleasure being shared that he had heard since he walked into the room now had a live, visual source. The first thing Gary fixated on was the wide muscular back of a very tall black girl. Gary could see that she was completely naked and each time she leaned forward, Gary could see the pink traces of her pussy fade in and out through a dense mass of coarse black pubic hair. A moment later, the white girl that was hidden underneath the tall black woman wrapped her long creamy legs around the black girl’s back, locking them at the base with her ankles. As that black girl leaned down further forward to kiss the breasts of the white girl she was with, Gary suddenly got a better look at the young black guy who was covering the prone white girl’s upper torso. Gary could see a look of powerful appreciation and arousal etched across the black stud’s face as he looked pleasingly down at both the white girl and black girl underneath his chiseled 6 foot 6 frame. As Gary focused his gaze closer, he could also discern what looked to be a mammoth cock jutting from his crotch, its unfathomable length and girth buried directly down into the mouth of the white girl whose bare back was flat on the hard locker room floor. “What have I walked into?” Gary heard an internal voice ask, with his breath frozen in his throat.” If Cyndi knew one of her players was doing something like this she would.....” As the carnal scene continued to play out in front of Gary’s eyes, suddenly Malcolm looked up and saw the middle aged white gentleman dressed in a Member’s Only jacket and a pair of Khakis standing at the front of the dressing room, in awe of what he was witnessing. Rather than panicking, sensing that there was something bordering on acceptance and arousal on the older gentleman’s face, Malcolm continued to kneel in place, his knees to each side of Cyndi Paulson’s head, concealing her face from view. Whistling softly to get Leandra’s attention, when she finally looked up to see why Malcolm had interrupted her carnivorous oral manipulations of Cyndi Paulson’s chest, her face was coated with the wet, sticky traces of her own frothy saliva. Looking up at Malcolm, who had his eyes fixed upon something behind her, Leandra slowly turned also and saw what Malcolm was staring at. Before he knew it, Gary Paulson had been busted. Immediately, the hot poking 6-inch rod that was throbbing in his crotch began to shrink. When both Malcolm and Leandra’s cold, lust filled eyes focused on him, Gary’s only desire was to turn tail and run. His feet however, seemed to become part of the concrete underneath them. He couldn’t move. Continuing to look down at the unavoidably arousing sight in front of him, Leandra slowly but deliberately rose to her feet and turned around and started to walk towards Gary. When she did, Gary got a better look at the white woman that was flat on the floor underneath Malcolm, who continued to kneel in place. As if things began happening in slow motion, Gary slowly recognized certain undeniable features of the woman on the floor. Her long white legs and the certain way the muscles in her thighs rested while she was laying down. The subtle but familiar stretch marks on her stomach from two separate births, and the gold wedding band on her left hand that he had purchased for her 12 years earlier. The pit that was already in his stomach expanded to a crater when he realized it was in fact his wife Cyndi, with her face hidden between the legs of the imposing youthful black stud hovering over top of her, his horse hung cock buried in her widely stretched mouth. Gary felt like someone had just hit him in the stomach with the backside of a shovel. As it registered in his mind that it was his wife giving the black kid fallactio, his first reaction was to rush over and defend his wife’s sullied honor. His motions however were seemingly drowned in molasses as he racked his jumbled mind, trying to piece together what had and was happening in front of him. As Leandra neared, Gary got a clearer view of Cyndi on the floor with her head tilted up between Malcolm’s parted legs. As Gary scanned down his wife’s prone body, he also got an eyeful of the foot long black dildo that was half in and half out of Cyndi’s gaping pussy, twitching with every breath she made. “OH ...MY...GOD,” Gary said to himself with a deep foreboding fear. “WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO HER.” Gary watched as his wife’s mouth worked like an oil well, pumping urgently up and down on the young stud’s huge, spit soaked cock. In the silence of the locker room, Gary could clearly hear the moist sucking sounds Cyndi was making as she desperately tried accommodating Malcolm’s glorious girth. “Cyndi’s the one doing the work,” Gary whispered incredulously, the anger inside his belly now quickly turning to cold empty confusion as the specter of the naked black girl loomed in front of him. Looking at the awestruck middle aged white man as she sauntered closer to him, Leandra’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared when the recognition hit her about who he was. She had remembered his face from the family photo sitting on Coach Paulson’s cluttered, new desk. It was Cyndi Paulson’s Husband, obviously coming to the school to check on her because she was so late coming home. “What must he be thinking?” Leandra asked herself. After looking back over her shoulder to Malcolm and Cyndi intertwined on the floor briefly, Leandra returned her sights to Gary standing blankly in front of her, trying to read his tortured thoughts. A grown man that had recently turned 40, Gary Paulson didn’t understand why he felt his body cowering as the naked teenage back girl approached. Gary intensely tried looking past Leandra so he could continue soaking up the lurid image of his wife spread eagle on the floor, but as Leandra closed in, the image of Cyndi and Malcolm was completely blocked out. Gary’s knees buckled when he saw how Leandra’s heavy tits bounced as she slowly eased in front of him, close enough now where he could reach out and take the dark endowed spheres in his hands. His concentration locked on Leandra’s swaying titties and glistening pinkness poking invitingly out between her dense pubic forest, Gary had no time to react when the female basketball player reached her right hand out and firmly closed it around the shell-shocked man’s groin, clasping the front of his trousers in her vice like grip. “UUUHH...UUUHHH...UUUHHH,” Gary gasped. Trying to pull back, the 40 year old man realized Leandra’s youthful grip was so strong that it would cause him unwanted injury in a very private place if he was too try any harder to back away. “What do we have here?” Leandra asked wickedly. “Feels like your little thingie kinda likes what its seeing.....hummmmm” Leandra rolled her long fingers harshly against Gary’s 6 inches, embarrassingly rigid cock, causing an audible groan of terrific shock to shoot from his lips. Standing completely naked in front of him, Leandra took her free hand and placed it on her left breast and looked him right in the eyes as she squeezed her tit hard. With her right hand still on Gary’s crotch, Leandra could feel his cock spasm and harden even more as she fondled herself in front of him. “You like my hard... black... body ...don’t you?” Leandra sneered. Even though Gary’s couldn’t work together the words to answer her inquiry, his blue eyes told Leandra all she needed to know. “Well.....baby... guess that makes two...your wife seems like she’s pretty fuckin’ crazy about it too,” Leandra said haughtily. As Leandra kneaded Gary’s inflating cock and warm balls through his trousers with four or five deep, twisting squeezes, Gary felt the air resting in his lungs begin seeping out in a series of fits and stops. Rolling his eyes while he tried keeping his balance, Gary attempted to cast a glance around Leandra’s shoulder to once again see his wife on the floor, who was totally oblivious to the fact her husband of 12 years was standing only a few feet away getting his dick squeezed by the same black girl that had seduced her in the shower, minutes earlier. Almost as if she was leading him on a leash, Leandra clamped her hand around Gary’s joint even tighter, turned her body at a 45 degree angle and started leading Gary Paulson closer to where his wife was submissively allowing a black kid, half her age, to snake his huge cock down her gullet. Embarrassed by his arousal, Gary’s erect cock jutted out allowing Leandra to easily lead him. Feeling the soles of his shoes shuffle across the gritty hard floor of the locker room, his eyes widened as he neared the overwhelming sight of his wife’s face buried between the stud’s massive legs, trying her damndest to jam as much of his cockmeat into the same mouth that Gary Paulson had kissed on his wedding day. As he was led closer, Gary could also see the bulging dark blue veins inside Malcolm’s cock expand as Cyndi sucked him harder and harder. Gary could feel his own erection expand when he saw the way Malcolm’s muscles tense and jerk and his head rock back each time Cyndi’s tongue wetly swirled over his ebony endowment. With his family jewels still in Leandra’s hand through the fabric of his pants, Gary stood there as if he was a small child lost in overwhelming confusion waiting for someone to come to him and lead him back to safety and stability. When he heard the zipper of his pants begin ripping down, Gary realized that safety and stability were two things that weren’t going to be present for the rest of his night. Malcolm watched as his girlfriend made quick work of Gary Paulson’s pants. As Leandra unzipped them, Malcolm laughed slightly to himself when Gary’s cock swung free. Malcolm looked up into Gary’s eyes and saw just how embarrassed Cyndi’s husband was as he began blushing mightily. Malcolm then looked down at Cyndi below him, knowing she had no clue anyone else other than he and Leandra were in the room, and could only imagine her horror if she knew her husband was standing there watching this unfold with his fully erect dick bobbing out the front of his pants. Malcolm could see Gary’s eyes shift nervously back and forth from the sight of his wife’s prone body and the spectacle of the young black girl beside him, undressing him. Malcolm then saw Gary’s eyes focus on the black dildo that was still embedded inside Cyndi Paulson’s gaping pussy. Gary seemed to outwardly quiver each time Cyndi snorted in a breath through her nose because it made the dildo between her legs inhale and exhale at the same time her lungs did. Leandra slid behind Gary with her left hand still attached to his pointing cock, stroking it madly between her dark fingers. With her right hand, Leandra dug her fingers into the fabric of Gary’s trousers and pulled them down far enough so that his cock and balls were completely exposed. Gary sensed the young black girl behind him drop to her knees but when he looked down to see what she was doing, he instantly saw Leandra’s long sinewy arm reach out from between his legs and take firm hold of the dildo jabbed inside his wife’s cunt. With a couple of sadistic, twisting motions of her hand, Gary watched as Leandra corkscrewed the fake cock inside Cyndi’s pussy causing the married woman to squirm like a fish out of water on the hard floor. A few moments later, Leandra slowly and delicately removed the rubber schlong from Cyndi’s pink velvety grip until the full length of the footlong phallus was free, glistening from the accumulated flowing juices of Gary’s wife’s leaking honey pot. Gary looked down at Cyndi’s now empty but gaping pussy, not believing it was the same beautiful organ he had fucked hundreds of times. Cyndi’s vaginal lips were crudely and widely splayed open, almost begging, as they flowered out, to be filled. Gary could feel the warm humid air inside the closed in locker room float around his exposed genitals and bare ass as he watched Leandra remove the dildo from Cyndi’s cunt. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Cyndi’s opened entranceway, wanting to stick his cock inside of a pussy more than he ever had in his life. Even though he had been married to her for over a decade, Gary still felt nervous as he approached the parted V of Cyndi’s outstretched legs, feeling as if somehow Leandra and Malcolm had made Cyndi their ‘property’. Gary could feel Leandra behind him begin to tickle his ass with he same hand she had just removed the dildo with. He could distinctly feel Cyndi’s vaginal juices coating Leandra’s fingers as they tantalized his bare anus. Inhaling the pungent smell of sex present in the room, Gary fixed his eyes directly forward and continued surveying his wife’s body up and down. Looking at Cyndi’s outstretched legs, Gary slowly worked his way up her thin athletic torso to where her face disappeared between Malcolm’s legs, working frantically, sucking his incredible cock. “You want to fuck her right now...really bad ...don’t you?” Leandra quizzed Gary. “Go ahead...she’ll never know the difference.” Leandra continued massaging Gary’s white dick with one hand and tickled his ass with the other, gradually urging him closer so he could mount his unsuspecting wife. It felt overwhelmingly weird to Gary as he closed in between his wife’s beckoning legs. Somehow he knew it was the same woman he had slept with for over 12 years, but still, in the position she was in now, her legs seemingly open for any man, or woman for that matter, to come along and enter, Gary visualized his loyal and faithful wife as nothing more than a common cheap slut, sucking a stranger’s cock in the back of a bar somewhere. “She should be totally loosened up and ready...” Leandra sneered softly into Gary’s ear. Taking his familiar place between Cyndi’s thin pale thighs, the round head of his cock smacked gently against the molten entrance of Cyndi’s slit. Pressing his knees hard into the floor, Gary clumsily collapsed his weight on top of his wife, causing his dick to easily torpedo into her already prepped pussy. “AAAAHHHH...,” Gary moaned as a quick burst of ecstasy shot from his mouth from plunging into Cyndi’s juicy depths. Being use to the routine that came with the hurried, often foreplay less sex he and Cyndi usually shared, Gary had forgotten just how good it felt to enter a pussy that was already stretched out, hot and ready to fuck. Although she did feel his clothes tickle her legs and belly when Gary pressed his weight down on her, after having the dildo buried to the hilt inside her cunt for nearly 30 minutes, Cyndi barely felt it when her husband’s cock entered her depths. Instinctively, she knew some nameless stranger had decided to take the liberty with her opened pussy, but in the state she was in, the last thing Cyndi Paulson wanted to do was look up and have to put a face with the feeling. She was also too busy trying to milk the incredible cock in her mouth to worry about what was happening on the other side of Malcolm’s log like thighs. Bent over, with his ass in the air as he tried building up a rhythm inside Cyndi’s soupy grasp, Gary found it almost too easy to find a comfort level inside the cunt that had already been ‘opened’ by the huge black dildo. Rocking back and forth on top of Cyndi, Gary shivered to the core when he felt Leandra begin tickling his exposed anal bud from behind as he desperately tried plowing his wife. Once he had found a comfortable rhythm, Gary finally felt like he was at home inside his wife’s familiar pussy. Still, the situation made it feel mysteriously different than fucking her had ever felt before. His straining cock felt as if it was sliding through a deep cavern of warm, melted butter as he sawed his erection in and out. With each upward tilt of his hips, Gary could also feel Leandra behind him teasing his asshole each time he prepared to thrust his weight back down on top of Cyndi. He found himself secretly hoping Leandra would ever so slightly slid her fingertip inside of his tight rear, just to give him that little extra sensation Cyndi wouldn’t when he and his wife had sex. Leandra sensed Gary’s strange desire by the subtle way his ass beckoned in front of her, so when she finally did dab her forefinger into Gary’s bunghole, she could feel the 40 year old married man wince and tense under her touch as he intensely increased his fucking motions. “He likes it...” Leandra said approvingly to herself. “I wonder how much he’ll like this...” Cringing slightly when Leandra removed her finger, Gary held his breath waiting for her to jab it back in again. Relived when she did, an instant smile of gratitude flowed across Gary’s face, but soon after that look of relief gave way to something else when he realized it wasn’t the young black player’s finger that was snugly resting at the entrance to his ass. With his body still gyrating in and out of his wife, as if it was seemingly on autopilot, Gary focused his attention to what Leandra was doing behind him. With his asshole now opened slightly from what Leandra had done with her lubbed finger, it provided the lusty young girl with the opportunity to place something a little more substantial in Gary Paulson’s ass while he madly fucked his unknowing wife. Instantly, Gary let out a painful, guttural moan when Leandra rammed the head of the same dildo she had fucked his wife Cyndi with, for the better part of a hour, into his anus. Coated with Cyndi’s sticky sweet vaginal juices, the fake cock was able to slip inside Gary’s unchartered rear, forcing the married man to bite his lip hard as he tried accommodating the anal intruder. “OHH...DEAR...GODDDD,” Gary cried spastically, now realizing just what it was entering him. He tried the best he could to detach himself but that chore was made very difficult by the sensational splitting sensation the footlong fake phallus caused as Leandra skewered him. Twisting the dildo cruelly with her wrist, Leandra began rubbing her tingling pussy with her free hand as she watched Gary’s fuck motions become more and more erratic as she manipulated his ass with the black wand she possessed. “That’s right baby...fuck her sweet pussy...come on…fuck it...” Leandra whispered into Gary’s ear from the side as she rubbed her own erect clit.”...And grind that ass back against what’s in my hand...I can see you like it.... come on boy.... you know exactly what it is...don’t you?” She added sadistically. Gary closed his eyes tightly from embarrassment but seemed to fuck his wife that much harder. In doing that however, each time he rocked back to build momentum for his downward thrust, he had no option but to force more of the thick angling dildo in Leandra’s hand deeper into his tight rectum. Resting his hands down onto each one of Cyndi’s flailing hipbones to steady himself, Gary could feel the massive amounts of intense pleasure coursing through his wife’s heaving body. With his dick plunged into the syrupy grasp of his Cyndi’s glowing pussy along with the powerfully intense feeling of Leandra behind him cruelly jamming the soaked dildo in and out of his anus, Gary bit his lip trying to keep from passing out. When he opened his eyes slightly, all Gary Paulson could see in front of him was Malcolm’s wide, sculpted chest with little beads of sweat trickling down his pecs. Letting his gaze follow the beads of sweat down, Gary couldn’t help focusing his attention on his wife one last time, seeing her continually lap her mouth around Malcolm’s wrist thick cock. That was the final push he needed before his balls began bubbling up the seed that he had originally saved up for Cyndi in the first place. Although his cum was now jetting out of his rigid dick, inside the only pussy that he had fucked in over a decade, the situation was so far off the charts that Gary still didn’t feel like it was ‘his’ Cyndi underneath him. With the dildo still stabbed as far as it would go inside Gary’s quivering ass, he rocketed his thrusts into his wife until stream after creamy stream shot deep into her burning, gripping cunt. “AAAAHHH.....GGGGOOOSSSHHHHIIITTT,”, Gary screamed, trying his best to muffle his voice so Cyndi wouldn’t even have a hint at recognizing it. As he bit his tongue, pulses of bright light flashed in his head as the combination of Cyndi’s cunt and Leandra’s simultaneous anal assault prolonged his pent up release. With his 6 inch cock still spewing, Leandra reached around and with her free hand, she took Gary’s slimy cock by its base and pulled it out of Cyndi’s liquid grip. Holding his twitching white dick in her black hand, Leandra pumped it between her strong fingers, milking every last drop of cum out of it, watching it rain down onto her coach’s heaving, pale belly from over Gary’s shoulder. Looking down over the scene like a naked black judge, Malcolm could feel Cyndi’s mouth work even harder on his jock when it was clear Gary began cumming inside of her. Seeing Gary pathetically empty his seed so wantonly between his wife’s loins, Malcolm too felt the hot liquid surge mightily through his insides until his first sizzling stream of cum gave some relief to Cyndi Paulson’s parched throat. Pumping his powerful hips up and down on Cyndi’s face, Malcolm forced the married woman to submit to swallowing his white frothy load until something even more delightful clicked inside his head. Lifting his spit soaked cock out of Cyndi’s mouth, Cyndi was finally able to take in a long deep breath through her mouth for the first time in several minutes as Malcolm’s cum rapidly accumulated over her mouth and face. “Lick my ass...Bitch,” Malcolm gasped casually in an exhausted, taunting voice. Immediately, Malcolm felt Cyndi’s small cum covered lips and tongue begin to tickle his exposed rear. Looking up, Malcolm saw that his girlfriend still had Gary skewered from behind with the dildo while she pumped the last bits of his orgasm out of his slowly deflating white dick with her other hand. Malcolm watched with curiosity as Leandra removed Gary’s cock from Cyndi’s pussy and began pumping it savagely, causing the last few drops of his cum to dribble out on top of his wife’s curly snatch. Malcolm’s eyes widened even further when Leandra let Gary’s cock fall limply down over his balls and before he knew it, had taken Gary’s trembling hand in hers and raised it higher towards Malcolm’s gigantic frame. Placing the palm of her hand around the back of Gary’s, with ease, Leandra wrapped Gary’s sweaty grip around the full thick girth of Malcolm’s still shooting 10 inch erection, helping Cyndi’s husband pump Malcolm’s cock like and adult helping a child learn how to churn butter. Malcolm could feel Gary’s tentative touch clasp around his joint as Leandra firmly closed his grip around it helping the stud that had been receiving a blowjob from his wife to lose every drop of cum seething in his bloated peach-sized balls. Gary looked out through his cloudy eyes, not believing it was his own hand doing what it was forced to. He watched with a strange malaise as Malcolm’s final droplets of lust beaded over Cyndi’s small tits and trim belly like milk as his wife greedily continued to eat Malcolm’s asshole out. The trip home had been the ultimate blur to Gary Paulson. He hadn’t remembered getting dressed or even starting his car for that matter. All he was concerned about was getting home and getting to bed before his wife finally came stumbling home in God knows what shape. In the back of his mind he tried holding off his untouched guilt and fear as well as wondering what doors the last hour in the locker room could have possible opened in his life. When Cyndi finally made her way softly into their bedroom an hour and a half later, Gary pretended to be asleep. With the covers over his head, he held his breath, thankful Cyndi said nothing as she laid down, her back to him. There would be plenty of time after the sun came up when they would have to face their future in the light of day, together. THE END Thanks for Reading jprobx@webtv.net
