"Craig's just got to be calling my cell right now," Leslie's distraught voice of rationality tried to speak up over the cataclysmic din ringing in her ears.
Watching Britney's head descend between her thighs once again, Leslie knew she didn't have much more time to dissect the ramifications of what she was doing before it would be too late.
"When I don't answer he's gonna get worried and call the library where I'm supposed to be... when I'm not there... God knows... he might even try calling the cops... imagine the embarrassment that would... " Leslie's stream of inner consciousness was immediately broken by an explosion of synapses in her brain from Britney's tongue carving a deep swath through the glistening, puckered bloom of her vagina.
Her palms flat on the floor, Leslie angrily dug at the fibers and her feet swung high into the air to each side of Britney's head as the girl's ravenous mouth gouged at her flaming cunt.
"UUUHH... UUUHHHHRRGG... UURRGGHHAAHHH," Leslie's voice shattered through the room, any thought now of the consequences of her actions suddenly shelved by the rabid suction of Britney's mouth over her quim.
Re-capturing the same pose she had moments earlier when Britney first ate her out, Leslie closed her eyes and took several deep breaths as the teenage girl proceeded to suckle the tangy nectar bubbling from her loins. Keeping her back flat on the floor as her feet swayed in the air, Leslie was able to hide in her own self imposed darkness reflecting on just how good it felt having another woman's mouth down there.
Her Catholic guilt never took a day off however. Ever since Leslie had been a young girl, she'd imagined how it would feel to have another woman making love to her. Her Husband had even asked her several times during the heat of passion over the years if that had ever been something she'd fantasized about, but Leslie had always been able to purge her honesty and firmly tell him, "no". But Leslie had, quite frequently in fact, and it always seemed to center around a very stern and unsympathetic feminine archetype that demanded Leslie's complete and utter compliance. But that had all been a little secret tucked deep into the darkest reaches of her mind.
Yet there she was in the apartment of the same 19 year old girl who had seduced her Husband with equal ease earlier that Summer, prone on her back, her belly showing in surrender, savoring the way Britney's fingers and tongue seemed to meld into one as they swirled across her burning genitals. If she was going to Hell, Leslie reasoned, she might as well enjoy the harrowing spiral down.
Rotating her hips off the carpet now so that her crotch was meeting Britney's irrepressible advances, Leslie found herself getting lost in her own selfish delirium. When she finally did give into her primal curiosity to open her eyes and see just how lurid Britney looked grazing between her legs, Leslie was suddenly jolted back to reality at what she saw.
Instead of Britney's face being tucked between her thighs, it was Sylvan's mouth pressed hard against her steaming pussy. She'd become so lost in the euphoric surrender to Britney when she'd closed her eyes, Leslie had lost such complete sense of space and time, she never realized the young couple had switched places. Leslie's hips instantly shot up off the floor and she shuddered and grinded wildly when Sylvan proceeded to insert two of his fingers into her cunt before stabbing them rapidly in and out of her, while at the time rolling her clitoris like a pearl between his front teeth. Her eyeballs bouncing uncontrollably in their sockets, Leslie was sure she could see Britney's outline hovering above her and she was sure the teenage slut was fingering her pussy as she stood there watching her boyfriend cruelly manipulate Leslie's frothy vulva.
As soon as he sensed Leslie had opened her eyes and saw him between her legs, Sylvan pulled back his sloppy face just so he could absorb Leslie's reaction seeing him down there. Leaning backwards until he was once again up on his knees, Sylvan used his hands to drape each of Leslie's calves over his shoulders before edging his groin all the way up to the married woman's burning fissure.
Sylvan didn't have to say anything, Leslie could tell immediately what he was about to do.
"... No... ," she managed to make her tongue work long enough to plead with Sylvan not to stick his dick inside her.
"... I can't... please... don't... anything... any... thing but that... I'll do any... anything you want... I just can't... I might get... pre... preg... no... please... " Leslie voice rattled from her throat like a marble inside an empty can.
A cocksure grin spread across Sylvan's face watching the way the married woman begged and squirmed on the floor below. He knew he could shove his cock deep into Leslie's aching womb anytime he wanted at she'd willingly accept it, but he also understood the myriad of reasons she was pleading with him not to. There were still plenty of things he knew he and Britney could do with Leslie that wouldn't result in her getting pregnant, or worse however.
Still, he tauntingly rubbed the head of his penis between Leslie's swollen vaginal lips, coating the huge spongy tip of it in her pungent arousal. Raising its girth high above Leslie's pussy, Sylvan held it there for her to see as if to re-affirm the fact he could ram it inside her anytime he wanted. Instead of doing that one thing she'd begged him not to do however, Sylvan eased forward until he'd straddled his thighs across the soft flesh of Leslie's belly.
Kneeling directly over top of her with his knees pressed down inside Leslie's armpits, Sylvan stared down at the prone woman watching the way her cautious gaze steadily attached itself to his cock jutting high above her chest.
His girlfriend standing naked beside him as he knelt over top Leslie, Sylvan leaned up towards Britney and the two tongue kissed for several seconds as she continued fingering her pussy. Once he broke off the kiss, Sylvan turned his full attention back to Leslie below and what he saw was a woman who'd given in completely to her fate. An sick and infectious satisfaction spread through Sylvan as he stared down at another man's wife laying naked between his knees.
Grabbing his erection by its thick base, Sylvan rubbed the throbbing, meaty girth across the warm freckled flesh of Leslie's chest, loving the way its blunt, steely warmth brought goosebumps to Leslie's arms each time he brushed it between her cleavage.