What Goes Around.......Part 2 Stardog Champion jprobx@webtv.net As surreal as it felt having two complete strangers sitting to each side of her, fondling and groping at her breasts, thighs and vagina, Sara Rutledge was still able to detach herself from the overwhelming physical sensations and focus more on the pathetic state her husband Len was in. As Marcus continued squeezing Sara’s titties, rubbing her belly and exploring her slick wet cunt with his long black fingers, Sara hypnotically gazed at her husband of 24 years, crudely blindfolded and seated in a chair beside the bed. The real fear that Sara felt in the presence of her husband Len clashed greatly with the present image she now seeing. The man that had subtly tormented her for more than half of her life now was willingly seated with a bright orange sweatshirt draped across his face looking like a hostage, allowing two powerful black teenagers to have their complete and utter way with her. As Sara studied the seated lump that was her husband, Marcus and Tyree finished undressing her. With her panties already in Len’s lap, the boys worked Sara’s large support bra off her shoulders, freeing her immense breasts, then tossed aside the garment, letting it fall into Len Rutledge’s lap on top of her panties. Feeling the strange object land in his lap, Len stoically played with it with his fingers trying to determine exactly what it was. After exploring the contours of the bra for a few moments he realized what it was, clenching his fist tighter around it, holding it securely while the two kids went about their duty. To preserve any shred of self-respect or ego, Len Rutledge had effectively detached himself mentally from what was going on. It was a trick he had learned long ago during basic training and he had fine-tuned it over the years to use when something occurred that he wasn’t ready to face. While the body went about it’s appointed duty, the mind stayed behind, free from having any guilt over what the soul would endure. Over and over, Len kept telling himself that what was unfolding was simply nothing more than an extension of the same fantasies he had been having for the past few months, nothing more than a realistic movie playing inside his head. The dreamlike karma he was trying to attach to the situation was only heightened by the fact that Marcus and Tyree had decided to blindfold him. Len had plenty of opportunity to get a visual image of what his wife looked like surrounded by the two young men before they had actually eliminated his view. In reality, this would make it easier for Len to deal with the more intense and potentially painful images of having to watch his wife Sara actually share carnal knowledge with the two young men he had acquired for the evening. While Len did have to concoct a vision in his head of what was unfolding just a few feet from him, his other senses became acutely more sensitive. The sounds of his wife’s guttural moans and groans, the sounds of the boys gasping as they went about their primal call mingled with the lurid way the mattress springs squeaked every time the bodies shifted, the smell of sex filling the room and the distinct heat radiating off the three bodies all seemed to flow into Len’s brain a little harder since his vision was obstructed. In the complete darkness, it was easy for Len to lose track of time. Lost in his own personal vision of what was happening an arms length from him, the real sounds, smells and vibes continued bombarding his senses. He couldn’t tell if the event had gone on for 3 minutes or had stretched into 3 hours. Slipping his free hand up into his lap, feeling his wife’s wet panties and large bra resting there, he slipped his hand inside his trousers; blindly feeling for his sticky, ejaculate covered cock. Struggling with it, he finally was able to pull it free and let it fall across his lap so that it was touching his wife stripped undergarments. With Sara’s panties wrapped around is prick, slowly and methodically; Len once again began to masturbate, imagining what was actually developing right in front of him. “MMMMMMM...UUUUMMMPPPHHHH,” Sara moaned desperately, followed by a gasp from one of the young men. Len was now certain that one of the boys had penetrated his wife, and that assumption was validated when the smacking sounds of Marcus’s ebony flesh pounded hard into the moist pussy of Sara below. Len’s dick hardened in his hand hearing the breath rush out of his wife’s body over the top of the sounds of the Super 8’s bedsprings straining under the assault. Only a few feet away, Len could feel waves of air fan against him every time Marcus pumped his large frame up and down like an oil well stuck in overdrive on top of Sara. The slurping sounds of his wife’s mouth also attracted Len’s attention. It was as if her moans were being muffled by the presence of another large object being snaked down her gullet. Len rocked in his chair slightly as he continued stroking his cock between his rough fingers. “AAAAAAAHHHHH,” he could hear Sara whisper hoarsely followed by a cruel sadistic grunt each time a rush of air crashed against him from one of Marcus’s downward thrusts. “YESSSS...UGHHHH...Take it...spread your legs bitch...Open em’ up...let your husband know just how good this feels,” Marcus cruelly taunted as he rammed his manhood into Sara’s prone body. Looking over Marcus’s shoulder, Sara could see the stranger’s full round hips gyrate up and down with each deep thrust into her now gaping pussy. “UUURRRGGGGHHHH,” she heard her own voice cry out. Above the site of Marcus’s pumping hips, and the Tyree’s large black dick dangling in front of her face, she could partially see through her watery eyes, the sight of Len Rutledge stroking his exposed dick desperately, the orange FUBU shirt still wrapped obscenely around his head. Through disbelieving eyes, Sara watched as the man she had been married to and lived in fear of for 24 years, slide his digits back and forth with her panties in his hand, stroking his already cumcovered cock while the two black teenagers had their way with her. As the friction Marcus had built up inside her pussy became unbearably potent, Sara couldn’t do anything but lay there and shake uncontrollably as her body finally succumb to orgasm. Feeling Sara’s clenching pussy cinch around his cock in an unmistakable show of orgasmic release, a switch inside Marcus flipped causing him to shove his fuck motions into blinding overdrive. “AAAAAAAHHHH....GGAAWWWDDDDD....AAAAAHHHHHH,” Sara savagely cried. “That’s right. TAKE IT BITCH...TAKE IT ALL!!” Marcus implored as he rapidly pounded Sara’s cumming cunt. “Squeeze that cunt,” He leaned down and whispered into Sara’s ear. “Squeeze it and drain every ounce of cum out of my big... black… dick...COME ON..MOVE THAT FAT WHITE ASS OFF THE BED AND FUCK ME BACK.... LET THAT PATHETIC DICK YOUR MARRIED TO HEAR HOW GOOD IT FEELS...COME ON SARA...FUCK IT!” “AAAHHHHH...fuck me...please...fuck me...PLEASEEE ...FUCKKK MEEEE,” Sara squealed out. Tyree kneeling above took his black wand and smacked it unmercifully against the hapless housewife’s flushed face , admiring the way she had succumb to his buddy’s brutal, sexual prowess. Watching as Sara’s legs shot out spastically each time Marcus drove his cock home inside Sara’s 46 year old body, Tyree realized she was beyond putting up any kind of objection to anything they wanted to do to her. Lifting his left leg into the air like he was mounting a horse, Tyree proceeded to nakedly straddle Sara Rutledge’s face so that his bare ass fell right on her desire etched, puckered lips. Tyree took both of Sara’s buxom, slightly sagging breasts in his hands to hold onto for support as he positioned himself. Letting his cock press between Sara’s voluptuous cleavage, Tyree pressed her tit flesh together and watched as his throbbing black staff disappeared between the massive white globes like a foot long hotdog disappearing inside a bun. “Lick my ass bitch!” Tyree cruelly ordered from above. Feeling Sara’s hot breath right beside his sensitive anus, Tyree prepared to order her to do it again. Before he could get the words out however, Tyree suddenly felt Sara’s tiny, wet, triangular tongue slip out from between her lips and ease up against the powerful teenager’s exposed bunghole. “Ohhhhh...yeahhhh,” Tyree sighed down to Sara. “Shame your hubby doesn’t have the guts to SEE his little wife lick a black guy’s ass.” As Marcus continued pounding Sara’s cunt, Tyree began using his large hands to manipulate the large breasts in his grasp like two fleshy walls against his own arching cock. until he was on the verge of cumming. Sara, betrayed by her freed lust, now not only was licking Tyree’s asshole, but had built up an intense suction with her lips around it. Tyree whimpered lewdly with each one of Sara’s slurps, until finally, his black penis started spewing its rich creamy seed all the way down across Sara’s chubby white belly, leaving a sticky trail from her belly button all the way up to both her large heaving tits. Paying special attention to Sara’s jutting, upraised nipples, Tyree smeared the splooge coating the head of his cock over both Sara’s pink areolas until his dick was completely clean. Feeling the hot spewing bath of cum rain down across her upper body, Sara drove her tongue deeper into Tyree’s puckered anus as he pumped out every bit of semen in his heavy, bloated balls. Watching his friend cum all over Sara’s upper body, Marcus laughed heartily as the overwhelmed housewife continued hungrily licking out Tyree’s ass. “Looks like she’s enjoying it bud, “ Marcus smiled. “Shit yes, “Tyree answered, savoring Sara’s moist probing tongue tickling his anus. Marcus watched as Tyree used Sara’s breasts to clean off his glistening cock, continually pumping his own aroused ebony flesh deeper and deeper inside Sara’s sloppy, liquefied depths. “Give it to her,” Tyree exclaimed, sensing his friend was on the verge of cumming as well. As her own post orgasmic rush welled up inside her body, Sara suddenly felt Marcus thrusts inside of her become more potent and furious. Whimpering with every maddening, inward stab, Sara began to moan helplessly between Tyree’s tight ass cheeks. “OHHH..GGGOOODDDD....MMMMMMM,” Sara mumbled in a series of long torturous breaths, tickling Tyree’s sensitive anal bud endlessly with her muffled cries of pleasure. Like a piston inside an engine, Marcus seesawed his black dick harshly in and out of Sara’s quivering pussy, forcing her thick thighs flat against the mattress with his hands. With every ounce of energy in his body, Marcus slammed his powerful torso down onto Sara Rutledge’s being, giving the unprepared housewife the feeling that he was trying to literally impale her through the bed beneath. As if he had become possessed, Marcus’s face contorted grotesquely as his crushing orgasm hit. “YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS,” He screamed loud enough to be heard 4 rooms down, empting his stored up nut inside the pink walls of Ms. Rutledge’s quaking pussy. Sensing the event was almost over; Len tentatively eased the orange sweatshirt off his head as the boys dressed. Without making direct eye contact, Len handed Marcus his heavy shirt back to him. The awkward, eerie silence in the room was broken when Marcus laughed out in his husky, prophetic voice. “We gonna come back and get some more of that fine shit, my man,” Marcus assuredly said to Len, taking his shirt/blindfold back to put on. As all three men looked down on the completely spread eagle and exhausted naked body of Sara Rutledge on the bed, Marcus turned back to Len and finished his thought, “Soon...real soon!!” he added. With a slight bit of real compassion in their eyes, both Marcus and Tyree shared a brief moment of recognition and sorrow for the life Sara Rutledge was now on the verge of going back to. As they looked down at her, they saw a thoroughly, yet briefly satisfied shell of a woman, who had slowly and methodically had her inner strength and esteem cored out during her marriage to Len Rutledge. Both of the kids privately wondered what, if anything, they could do to perhaps help the lady that had given all of herself that night to them a chance to gain a little of that esteem and strength back, to maybe even the score a little with a husband that had taken much of the simple joy out of her life. As the boys prepared to leave, Len, rather than saying “thank you” and “good night” had something else in mind. Looking down at his wife lewdly splayed in front of him, the shining, sticky remnants from Marcus’s and Tyree’s potent seed dribbling down her large creamy breasts, running like small rivers down both sides of her belly and glistening like dew around her gaping vaginal lips, Len Rutledge knew exactly how the night would end. Attempting to stand, Len tried shaking the feeling back into his legs while his visual acuity slowly returned as well. With his visual world restored, now Len was able to block out the other senses he had been so dependent on while he was seated and blindfolded. So focused on his wife’s prone body in front of him, Len never heard the cars doors slam outside and the two kids he had gotten for is wife that evening drive away. As he eased his body closer to the bed he was shelling out $39.99 for, he gently put both his rough hands on the insides of Sara’s naked thighs, squeezing them slightly to make sure the woman laying there was in fact real. With his fully erect cock straining out of his pants, Len hovered over top of his wife as he had done hundreds and hundreds of times before, preparing to do his duty as a husband. Positioning his cockhead against the sticky oozing cumsoaked entrance of Sara’s quim, Len immediately felt the warm, torrential result of letting the two black teenagers have their way with his wife. Letting his chest fall on top of Sara’s cum-painted bosom, he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside the already greased tunnel of his wife’s vagina with ease. As his weight fell on top of Sara, the cum Tyree had ejected on top of her chest clung messily to Len’s shirt as he cruelly went about getting is sloppy seconds. With his cock firmly embedded inside Sara’s loose sheath, Len began a long series of patterned fuck strokes causing his head to spin feeling his throbbing dick swim desperately through the warm soupy mix of Marcus’s cum and his wife’s own vaginal secretions. Sara laid there letting her husband have his way with her prone body, absently trying to understand what had happened that night and trying to process any meaning for the future in it. Feeling Len’s prick stab through the cum saturated mire already inside her womb, she waited patiently for Len to finish his depraved act so she could shower, get dressed, and get on with her life, whatever that would entail. Sara could barely feel it when Len’s cock exploded inside of her, mixing his semen with the potent amount that was already there. Feeling him fall off of her as he normally did after sex and lay speechless beside of her, the sickening feeling of a cork being taken out of a bottle of champagne resonated inside Sara’s groin as the collected amount of ejaculate deposited inside of her seeped out when Len dismounted. Len Rutledge stood behind his register counter at about 5 minutes after midnight while is youngest son Danny did stock in the backroom. Counting the daily receipts while business was slow, Len waited on the occasional straggler that wandered into the store to pay for gas or get their beer and cigarettes for the night. He had no desire to be there working so late at night, but the perpetual problem of keeping labor at business such as his, especially on the graveyard shift proved to be a chore. Thus he was left, along with his sons, to man the store more often than he would have liked. Looking on with his tired eyes at the ladies that made their way into the store from many of the clubs in the Quad Cities area, Len couldn’t help harkening back to what had unfolded weeks earlier with Karen Willmot and then the subsequent event with his wife Sara in the hotel room a few nights later. Feeling his dick twitch inside his pants, Len couldn’t resist picturing many of the women that walked in the same depraved situation he had forced upon Karen and then later, his own wife. He thought of Sara as he stood there during a quiet moment. He knew she would never broach the subject with him about what happened in that hotel room that night and he wasn’t ready to explore the underlying desires he was filled with either. Upon their return the next morning from their evening at the Super 8, Len Rutledge had returned to being the same distant and controlling son of a bitch he had always been. Sara was left to process what had happened during her long extended periods of time alone at home. While her mind was awash in a hazy fog of confusion, her body had suddenly found a way to take itself above any gratifying height it had ever visited before. In the cold empty loneliness of her house, Sara vainly tried rekindling the complete and utter devastative satisfaction from the brief encounter she had shared with the two black teenagers that her husband Len had brought to do nothing but simply fuck her while he tried watch. With the engine idling in park, their car tucked securely into the furthest parking space outside the Pump and Pay Convenience Store, Marcus and Tyree sat in the front seat out of site from anyone inside the store. The two young men made small talk as the thump of the car stereo’s bass pounded lightly underneath them. “You really want to go through with this?” Tyree asked his friend. Marcus just smiled back at Tyree before casting a furtive glance in his rearview mirror. “Sounds like a fucked up plan if there ever was one,” Tyree added, watching Marcus look into the backseat. Although neither would have ever admitted it, both Tyree and Marcs had butterflies the size of bowling balls in their stomachs as the time to carry off their plan neared. “Ready to go?” Marcus said with a casualness belying the situation. “Guess it’s now or never,”Tyree replied. “I’m still worried the crazy son of a bitch will shoot us when we walk in.” “Its hard to shoot somebody when you’re in shock, Ty,” Marcus prophetically answered. As both kids quickly began undoing their belts to slid off their baggy pants, Marcus looked up into the rearview mirror once again and mouthed the words, “Are you ready?” Thank goodness the streets outside the Pump and Pay were relatively empty, or else a parade like spectacle might have clogged the streets until the proper authorities could have come to clear up the situation. Only a few scattered cars off the I-90 filtered in and out of the lot mingled with a few late night stragglers getting party supplies. Thankfully those were the only ones witness to the display that was forthcoming; still those few people did provide a captivated and disbelieving audience. Peeling off their pants, both Marcus and Tyree were glad they each had decided to wear a pair of basketball shorts rather than doing the deed they were preparing to do in the complete nude, just in case for some reason they had to make a hasty retreat. Opening the car doors on each side to get out, Marcus asked Tyree if this time he wanted the honors.” I had her last time Ty, you want first crack tonight?” “Damn right I do, “ Tyree replied, gazing at the drunk woman sitting in the backseat. “That woman is one twisted bitch to come up with an idea like this...... you do got my back, right?” “No problem,” Marcus confidentially soothed Tyree’s worries. As Marcus opened the driver’s side back door and motioned the shower robe clad lady sitting in the seat out, he watched as the woman calmly shed her soft cotton garment, leaving her completely and unabashedly nude in the dark night air. With a gentlemanly extension of his hand, Marcus helped the seemingly sedated but determined pokerfaced woman out of the back of his car. Feeling how sweaty the lady’s palm was, Marcus understood just how scarred she was, yet one long look into the emotionless pit of her eyes, he saw nothing but cold unbending steel. “Ty said he wanted first dibs tonight Ms. Rutledge, that OK with you?” Marcus inquired softly, admiring Sara’s completely naked body as she rose from the seat. “I think you will defiantly enjoy yourself,” He added. Hypnotically, Sara walked around the rear of the car, her lone clothing being an old pair of rarely worn gray high heels from her bedroom closet. As Sara approached him, Tyree nervously looked around to make sure no one was watching. Convinced their little surprise would stay secret for a few more moments, he eased his fingers into the elastic band of his basketball trunks and pulled them down far enough to allow his erect cock to spring out like a dark smooth jutting switchblade. “Geettttyyy up!” Marcus wryly added as he followed Sara to the waiting Tyree. Reaching out with his hands, Tyree placed them behind Sara’s thighs and clasp them tightly into her pale flesh. He then effortlessly lifted her into the air and held her securely against his crotch. Watching Sara’s pale body wrap wantonly around Tyree in the dark, Marcus’s dick began filling with blood as well, straining the interior of his trunks like a large snake trying to work its way free. Marcus could clearly hear from behind as his buddy’s rigid dick audibly slipped between Sara Rutledge’s wet vaginal opening. He watched with lurid wonder, as her body seemed to become part of Tyree’s as she tried desperately pushing his jock deeper into her frothy honeycomb. Knowing now that Sara and Tyree were carnally joined, Marcus proceeded to ride shotgun as the three started their slow methodical journey through the station’s parking lot. It only took six steps before Tyree saw the first person out of the corner of his eye stop and gawk wondrously at the sight of a middle-aged naked white woman draped across the over 6 foot tall frame of a young nearly naked black kid, with another young man following close behind. As the three walked along, several of the patrons coming and going from the store had their eyes light up like tiny light bulbs as the obscene convoy made its way towards the front entrance of the Pum and Pay. As Len went about matching the register totals up with the cash and credit receipts, he turned to go wait on a scruffy middle aged man buying a 6 pack of Busch. Proceeding to open up a brown paper bag to put the beer in, Len’s gaze wandered outside and he was struck by another customer pumping gas with an expression of fearful disbelief etched across his face. Ringing up the beer and taking the money, Len eyes stayed focused outside as he tried to figure out what all the commotion was about. Turning to leave, the grizzled old man threw the 6 pack of Busch under his arm like a football and began walking towards the door. As he neared the exit, he stopped dead in his tracks when he actually saw what was drawing everyone’s attention outside. “What is it?” Len asked the old man whose back was to him. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” the old drunk bellowed. Len took two steps away from the register in an attempt to go check things out, when the pale white outline of a body slowly made its way into his line of sight. As the bodies got closer to the door, gradually the florescent bulbs overhead bathed the participants in enough light so that everyone, including Len, inside began to get an inkling of what was unfolding. Suddenly, a lump of burning coal found its place in the pit of Len Rutledge’s already ulcer-ridden stomach. To everyone present, both inside and outside the store the environment had an eerie similarity to an old sci-fi film where an alien ship had landed and all the Earthlings stood around waiting for the invaders to make their move. That feeling of being lost in perpetual slow motion effected Len the most. He recognized Marcus first when his face came into the bright white light. Len was also sure it was Tyree with him even though Ty’s face was obstructed by the naked woman hanging off his waist. For a brief fleeting moment, Len thought perhaps the boys had found another willing subject to bring to the store to service, much the same way they had brought the girl they had met at a bar when the Karen Willmot ordeal had played out weeks earlier. As the threesome got closer however, any hopes of that being the case were erased from Len’s mind. The first nail in the coffin that would house Len Rutledge’s self respect and masculinity was delivered when he recognized the way the woman’s chubby ass bounced as she was being carried towards the store. When he would fuck Sara doggy style, often Len would look into the mirror beside the bed and watch as he made Sara’s ample behind shake like jelly pounding her from the rear. The second thing to catch his attention was when the three participants were within 10 feet from the front entrance, he saw the way Sara’s long curly auburn hair fell across her lily-white shoulders. Len felt as if his feet had been nailed to the floor watching as Marcus reached for the front door and opened it. As the door swung open, the old man with the beer under his arm took a few steps backwards giving the mobile sexual nativity scene enough room to enter. Holding the door open for Tyree to carry Sara inside, Marcus’s dark haunting brown eyes locked onto Len’s, and both men shared a silent agreement of checkmate. This time Len Rutledge had actually lost in his game of sexual deviancy. With Sara suspended in Tyree’s arms, the small, assembled crowd slowly made their way towards the entrance to the store, like curious ants to discarded candy. Paying no attention to the witnesses, Tyree eased Sara inside the door and guided her directly at the register counter Len was standing behind. A large wad of money that Len was preparing for the night deposit fell out of his numb hands and landed in a messy green lump on his shoes as he watched the suspended body of his wife Sara get closer and closer to him. With a loud fleshy thump, Tyree dropped Sara Rutledge flat down on the counter, no more than 3 feet from her husband standing behind her. Pens and pencils went flying as Tyree let Sara down. Leaning back against the support of the counter, she looked up at Len rising above them and waited for some sort of emotion or action to come from her stone faced husband. Watching as his wife’s body spread out on top of his counter, Len could see Tyree’s massive cock buried snugly inside the exposed pinkish lips of Sara’s clinging cunt. He wanted to kill at that moment but was simply too paralyzed to move. Pulling himself up to his tiptoes, Tyree tenaciously began fucking Sara Rutledge right in front of her husband, the assembled public and any one else that happened to walk in. Carrying a handful of cleaning supplies out from the backroom, Danny Rutledge came to a complete stop when he saw a dozen or so customers standing in place watching some sort of strange event unfolding on his Dad’s register counter. Instantly, he looked up at his Dad’s face and saw a look he had never quite seen before. Knowing his Father’s propensity for sexual depravity, Danny saw one of the black kids that his Father had used in the Karen Willmot fiasco had another woman wrapped around him and looked to be fucking her naked body right there for all to see. All Danny could see however was a pair of chubby white legs wrapped around Tyree’s muscular frame and a pair of gray high heels digging into his marbled back. Danny Rutledge had no clue who it was flat on the counter being fucked in front of his father and the world. Thanks for Reading jprobx@webtv.net
