The accumulated weight of 33 years worth of trying to be the perfect daughter, wife, mother and Christian woman suddenly seemed to be lifted from Leslie Griffen's shoulders as she sprawled out on the couch, gasping to replenish her breath. Everything around her was cast in a hazy hue and the only thing she could really make out clearly was Sylvan's lean, towering frame standing over her, his penis saturated in the copious amount of vaginal wetness she'd leaked all over it. Tilting her head to the right, Leslie tried focusing her glassy stare up to Britney, who was still sitting beside her and all Leslie could feel was numb helplessness as the young girl's fingers continued to patiently knead at her sagging and sweat covered breasts.
A full minute after Sylvan had dismounted her, Leslie's thighs remained spread, her stretched and gaping pussy continuing to pulse as if the stud's cock was still pistoning inside her. Seeing Sylvan move, as if in slow motion, out of her view to the left, Leslie immediately felt the weight of his feet pressing into the cushion beside her. A few seconds later Leslie felt his warm fingers brush down over the right side of her cheek an instant before he swiveled her head back towards him. When he did, Leslie found herself right at eye level with Sylvan's straining cock as he stood on the sofa above her.
Just as she opened her mouth to breath in another chest full of much needed oxygen, Sylvan edged forward and shoved his juicy dick between Leslie's lips. A burp of air immediately snorted from Leslie's nostrils the moment Sylvan stuffed his manhood into her mouth.
With his right hand braced against the wall above the sofa for support, Sylvan firmly centered his left hand on the top of Leslie's head as he began grinding his groin forward, jabbing his aroused cock deeper down the married woman's throat.
Continuing to massage Leslie's breasts, Britney admired how her boyfriend's phallus looked slicing between the older woman's obscenely stretched lips. Allowing her gaze to drift steadily down Leslie's naked body until she finally focused on the swollen bloom of her vagina, Britney could still hear the wet, smacking sounds of Leslie trying to accommodate Sylvan's cock in her mouth. A fire of primal lust smoldered in the teenage girl's belly as she alternated her eyes between her own right hand and Leslie's cunt, imagining just how it would look if she did what Sylvan was suggesting.
Pattering her fingertips softly through the dense tangle of Leslie's pubic pelt, Britney eventually dipped them through the raw and throbbing pulp of the married woman's well used pussy. Dragging all four fingers back and forth through Leslie's cunt, Britney could see Leslie's thighs quivering a little more each time she swiped her hand a little deeper into the buttery fissure.
The earthy essence of her own vaginal stew permeated Leslie's tastebuds as Sylvan's cock churned in her mouth. Her saliva washing down her throat every time she exhaled through her nose, Leslie found herself recognizing the subtle difference in texture between her own feminine nectar and Britney's, which remained heavy on her palate as well. She was so overwhelmed by the task of keeping her mouth wrapped around Sylvan's slab of manhood, Leslie had lost track of what Britney was doing beside her until she felt Britney's first three fingers dig in unison, like a talon, into her womb.
"UURRGGHH," Leslie grunted, sending a gushing rush of air cascading over the embedded prick in her mouth.
Her eyes immediately clenching shut, Leslie's right arm automatically flailed downwards until she'd dug her fingers into the meat of Britney's shoulder. A sharp burst of light exploded in the darkness of Leslie's tortured mind when Britney quickly added her pinky to the other three fingers already digging inside her. Her torso jerking and her bare ass squirming embarrassingly across the sofa cushions, Leslie dug her left hand into the lean flesh of Sylvan's hip to brace herself in place as Britney began to steadily fuck her with those four cruel and heartless fingers.
Leslie still had no clue as to the extreme nature of what Britney was planning but she was forced to peel her lips free from Sylvan's grinding shaft when she felt the young girl's fingers twist even harder into her buttery cunt. Moaning towards the ceiling each time Britney digits probed deeper into her pubic cavity, Leslie tried desperately to relax her vaginal muscles as Sylvan stood on the sofa above her, jacking his cock in his right hand as she writhed below.
Sylvan knew exactly what he planned to do with his dick, but for the moment he was content to stand on his perch high on the couch, watching his girlfriend's right hand steadily disappear between Leslie's thighs. He could clearly see the strain etched across Leslie's face and the way her muscles froze and fired involuntarily down the length of her body as she tried to weather Britney's advances. Sylvan could also see the way Leslie had clawed her nails into Britney's back as if to hold on, in a clear show of her deep seeded determination to see the evening through.
"Keep feedin' it in," Sylvan urged down to Britney, seeing the tendons in her right arm flex each time she corkscrewed her hand forward.
A few seconds later Britney finally slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor directly in front of Leslie's crotch. Draping the whimpering woman's right leg over her shoulder, Britney created the perfect alley to shove her hand all the way into the married woman's soupy mire.
"OOHHH... GGOOOOOODDDDDDD," Leslie's already humbled voice shattered through the room, the desperation in it twinged with the ultimate realization of what Britney was attempting to do.
There was a momentary recoil for Leslie as she instinctively tried shrinking backwards into the cushions behind her but by then it was too late, Britney had entrenched her grip so far into Leslie it was as if the married woman had been skewered on a spit.
"Roll her over," Leslie heard Sylvan's voice rain down from above, his simple command sounding distant and muddled from the blood whooshing through her ears.
Leslie could feel the sofa begin to exhale when Sylvan slowly stepped down, then her equilibriums once again faded as Britney tilted her all the way over on her right side, the whole time keeping her four interlocking fingers wedged securely inside her startled vaginal sheath. Cocking her left leg into the air, Leslie gulped when she looked down through the narrow slits of her eyes at the grotesque yet fascinating way the 19 year old girl's hand looked buried inside her womb. That said, Leslie couldn't deny how overwhelmingly potent and surreal it felt each time Britney's fingers would swim through the tight and trembling confines of her cunt.
A few seconds later, Leslie felt Sylvan collapse down on the sofa directly behind her. Right after he did, Leslie felt his strong hands wrap around the back of each of her raised and parted thighs, gently nudging them even further apart. Tremors vibrated over and over through Leslie's chest when she looked up and saw the young man's stone cold and focused face peering down at her between her thighs, the only thing separated them being Britney's right arm drilling down on her pussy.
Sylvan catalogued every subtle facial tick and muscle movement in Leslie's blotched face as his girlfriend continued with cruel care impaling her. Waiting for just the right moment, Sylvan finally jerked Leslie towards him and deposited her shaken frame on top of his lap. The married woman's back now flush with the demonic, serpent like tattoo covering Sylvan's bare chest, when she looked down the only thing Leslie could see was Britney's entire hand, thumb included, lodged inside her.
The only sensation remotely similar to what Leslie was feeling were the three childbirths she'd successfully preformed over the past decade. Unlike that trio of events where she'd felt as if life was literally springing from her body however, what she was experiencing at the hand of Britney was more like having an alien entity crawling up inside her, almost like a parasite sucking up everything good and wholesome until nothing was left but a desperate and wanton husk.
In the dizzying disarray of her mind, Leslie could still feel the immense presence of Sylvan's rock hard penis poking into the back of her thighs as she sprawled out across his lap, her knees spread shamefully apart as she tried to accommodate Britney's buried fist.
Snared between the devious young couple, Leslie could feel Sylvan's hands reaching around her from behind, roughly massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples as he nibbled and bit at her ear and neck. From the way his breath cascaded over her left shoulder and down her chest, Leslie could tell Sylvan was intently staring down at the way his girlfriend's entire hand, all the way to her tanned wrist, was concealed now by Leslie's hairy cunt.
"Fuck her Brit... fist the Bitch," Sylvan's soft, terrible words brushed across Leslie's cheek as he implored his 19 year old lover to begin working her fist like a slow, gouging drillbit between Leslie's straining vaginal walls.
With every short quick breath she took, Leslie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs but was afraid to, fearing that if she moved so much as a muscle what might happen given the burden on every fiber of her body. Instead, she fought to keep quiet and still, bottling up all that steam and adrenaline knowing her body would eventually explode under her forced repression. All she could do was imagine that Britney's penetrating fist was acting as a cork, damming up everything she was so ashamed of, yet so desperate to experience. When that fist began rotating towards the back wall of her cervix, Leslie suddenly felt as if all her callous lust and desire was being dredged up like the fertile black silt that rested at the bottom of a previously pristine lake.
As soon as Britney began working her clenched fingers forward, Sylvan reached down under Leslie's behind and lifted her from his lap, in effect perching her in the air as if offering her body to Britney to do with as she pleased. Every tendon in the 33 year old woman's frame jerked and Sylvan could look up and see the way her head bounced side to side on her shoulders as Britney continued to jab forward.
