Running to Stand Still

As the elevator descended down one floor and opened, allowing 18-year-old Pablo Sandivere to exit and head back to his own room for the night, he couldn't help but walk awkwardly as the softening cock in his pants pulsed and throbbed from what it had just been put through. One step away from sliding his key into the door, Pablo couldn't help but cringe at the thought of having to face his roommate waiting inside.

Standing alone in the hallway, a confused young man thousands of miles from home, Pablo had to fight back tears realizing he had absolutely no one to turn to. With what had happened with his head coach, there was absolutely no one Pablo could trust and without a penny in his pocket in a strange town, it wasn't as if he could just run away either.

So Pablo followed the only thing inside of his body that still had a voice, his unquenched teenage lust. He had intended to go upstairs earlier to see if Sherry Mitchum would explain to her boss, Gloria, what had happened in the bar that caused him to get thrown out. He couldn't totally lie to himself however. Pablo had also gone up there to see if he could get one more glimpse of what his drunk, but very attractive, assistant coach looked like before she went to bed.

Five minutes later, after stopping by the restroom to splash some cold water across his feverish face, Pablo was waiting for the elevator to take him back up to the fourth floor so he could do what he intended in the first place.

Once off the elevator, Pablo anxiously looked down both ends of the hallway for any sign of Gloria Monroe milling around before walking meekly up to Sherry's door. Practicing his knocking motions several times in the empty air, Pablo breathed deeply twice before allowing his knuckles to connect with his coach's door.

Patting his hands nervously against his side, Pablo couldn't hear anyone stirring in the room so he knocked again. Wavering between trying a third time or turning to leave, Pablo froze when the door suddenly swung open and Sherry's husband, Mark, was standing there with wild eyed curiosity.

"Uh...ohhh," Pablo thought to himself, wondering how his night could get any worse.

Instantly seeing the look of vengeful intention in Mark's probing eyes, Pablo immediately started blathering in his broken English, trying to explain why he was knocking on the married woman's hotel room door that late at night.

Mark, his head already awash with confusion, had no clue what Pablo's jumbled words meant. Not wanting Sherry to hear what was going on at the door, Mark pointed towards the hallway and led the cowering young boy out, closing the door silently behind them.

Mark shook his head, trying to make any sense of Pablo's frantic musings about bars, suspensions and flights back to Buenos Aries. Taking a couple of moments to try and calm the nervous teenager in front of him, Mark put his hands on Pablo's arms and implored him to calm down.

That's when the 7 little words Mark thought he would never utter accidentally slipped free from his mouth, "Do you... want to fuck my wife?"

From the moment those fateful words escaped his lips, Mark drifted into a dreamlike state as he re-entered his wife's hotel suite. Leaving Pablo waiting outside in the hall until the time was right, Mark didn't have any clue as to the uneasiness Pablo might be feeling, worried that the older woman that had violated him minutes earlier might just re-emerge and catch him again. All Mark could think about was the Christmas like joy etched across Pablo's soft facial features when he realized Mark was not kidding about his spontaneous offer.

Leaving the door unlocked, Mark walked back over to the bed where Sherry was still haughtily splayed, legs half parted in a drunken stupor. Mark had told the young, Argentinean boy to wait outside for a couple of minutes until he was able to prep his wife just right for Pablo's arrival. Knowing his wife would freak if she knew one of her students was there to see her in her current state, Mark knew he had to come up with a way to further dull Sherry's senses.

Briskly ripping off his flannel shirt, Mark held it over top of Sherry's head and used it like a crude blindfold to shield his wife's already closed and spaced out eyes.

"Who was...who was at the door?" Sherry moaned distantly.

"Honey...that was ahhh...someone who had the wrong room...they were looking for 432 not 423," Mark lied convincingly.

"Oh," Sherry replied in a voice way out in the ozone. "Why...are...you...putting ...that..."

"No reason Baby," Mark quickly answered. "I know how hot you get when you can't see me going down on you...when all you can do is enjoy the feel of it...I've been waiting to get at this pussy all night...just lay back and enjoy it Honey."

"Oohhhaaaahhhh," Sherry gasped, flinching her hips upwards the moment Mark's hot breath collided with her pubic region.

Pushing away the cumbersome sheets and liquor bottle beside his wife, Mark proceeded to push Sherry's dress all the way up her thighs so that nothing but her bunched panties blocked his view of her shaved pussy.

Easing his trembling fingers into the fabric of Sherry's underwear, Mark couldn't believe how heavy the scent of his wife's arousal was as it saturated his nostrils.

Ripping Sherry's panties all the way down her legs and tossing them to the floor, Mark gazed straight down at his wife's crotch, the feeling registering inside his crazed head that someone had already enjoyed the company of his wife before he had arrived at the hotel.

Surveying the oily fingerprints smudged across Sherry's private regions, it hit Mark Mitchun like a ton of bricks that Sherry might have been unfaithful to him. Rationally trying to tell himself that the residue could have been from Sherry masturbating herself, Mark knew from the angle of the fingerprints that just wasn't possible.

With his mouth no more than four inches from the opening of Sherry's bald pussy, Mark opened his mouth like a kitten at a trough and prepared to dive in.

Feeling his dick trying to burrow a hole in the mattress below, fireworks exploded on Mark's tastebuds the moment his tongue collided with Sherry's girlish cunt. Savoring the taste of his wife's sugary nectar, Mark swirled his tongue, lips and nose recklessly inside his wife's vagina, the whole time imagining what Pablo's cock was going to feel like tearing through the same jellied mass in just a few minutes.

Tilting his eyes upwards in an attempt to make sure Sherry's face was still safely hidden behind his wrapped shirt, Mark couldn't help but notice the pert womanly swells of his wife's lovely breasts as they swayed with every spastic breath she drew in a breath.

Swirling his tongue around Sherry's pinkness with all the passion he could muster, Mark flapped his arms out crudely and let his hands fall directly down on top of Sherry's blouse. Fidgeting with the velvety fabric, Mark managed to work Sherry's top up over her chest until her tits were in full view.

"She's not even wearing a fucking bra," Mark hummed to himself, his entire mouth still submerged inside his wife's ravenous cunt.

Focused on the way Sherry's raw, erect nipples sprouted, looking as if they had been poked and pinched unmercifully to arousal, Mark subconsciously slowed his oral manipulations as he tried to determine if he could taste the trace evidence of another man's cock inside of Sherry's vagina.

Removing his face from Sherry's privates, Mark swirled his tongue inside his mouth and smacked his lips together, as if he were a wine taster, in a blatant attempt to satisfy his need to know.

Dazedly crouching backwards off the bed, Mark was so preoccupied, he couldn't feel his feet hit the floor when he stood up, towering unsteadily over top of his wife's half undressed body.

Mark couldn't help but imagine what the handsome exchange student was going to look like when he allowed him into the room. Looking at the way Sherry's dress was sluttily hiked all the way up to her waist and her blouse was shoved all the way up over her chest, Mark knew the sight of his wife, drunkenly served up on the bed, would blow the 18 year old's mind.

Waddling over to the door, his shamefully erect penis feeling like a steak knife between his legs, Mark reached for the door knob and quietly summoned the anxiously waiting teenager in.

Stepping aside, Mark bowed his head in a nonverbal show of surrender and waved the Argentinean boy by him, pointing the way over to where Sherry was crudely blindfolded on the bed.

Gingerly walking past Mark, Pablo eased up to Sherry's bedside, looking down at her exposed body as if she were a museum exhibit.

Looking back disbelieving towards Mark, who was still by the door, Pablo simply shook his head not understanding why any man with such a beautiful wife would offer her up for something like that. Feeling his blood boil and his stomach muscles tighten when Mark once again nodded his approval, Pablo's eyes drifted down and he felt an odd sense of male kinship in seeing the way Mark's erection pressed out the front of his own pants as well.

Without breaking eye contact, both men reached down and casually squeezed their manhoods through their pants in a silent show of shared desire.

The eerie sounds of three sets of breaths filled the otherwise silent room as Mark's eyes fixated on the front of Pablo's body, waiting for the young stud to begin undressing. "Go," Mark's eyes seemed to implore as he continued fondling himself through his pants.

Looking down at the way Mark had blindfolded his wife, Pablo sensed that Mark wanted him to fuck Sherry without his track coach even knowing another man was in the room. Finally digging his shaky hands into the fabric of his tee-shirt, Pablo cautiously ripped it over his head and dropped it to the floor.

Mark's eyes filled with jealous admiration as he allowed his gaze to wander over Pablo's golden pecs and washboard stomach. Darting his eyes quickly over to Sherry to make sure she was still safely blindfolded on the bed, when Mark looked back at Pablo, he couldn't keep from subconsciously wetting his lips as the Argentinean stud began to remove his pants.

Mark could see the boy's shameless erection jut upwards underneath his warm-ups at a nearly 45 degree angle as he took deep breath after deep breath, his insides turning to mush watching Pablo's fingers curl into the drawstring of his trousers in a shy attempt to finally remove them.

When the 18-year-old's cock violently sprang free from its restraints and recoiled backwards against his pelvic region like a fleshy switchblade, Mark vividly heard the smacking sound of Pablo's dick when it collided with his rippled belly.

Letting out a gurgling hiccup when the youngster's cock became apparent, Mark felt his knees start to shiver as Pablo rolled his pants all the way down his muscular legs until he was able to freely step out of them, one leg at a time.

With his warm-ups completely removed, Pablo realized that he was standing completely naked, right above the older woman whom he had fixated on for an entire school year, as well as her husband, who was partially hidden off in the shadows near the door.

His eyes locked onto Pablo's endowment as it pointed directly at the ceiling above, Mark pitter-patted his feet a few steps to his left to get a better view, trying his best to stay inconspicuous however so that the teenager felt like he had the stage.

Allowing his eyes to drift back and forth between his wife, laying blindfolded and unsuspecting on the bed, and the eager but tentative teenager standing majestically naked above her, a feeling bubbled inside of Mark's body similar to that of a stunned lottery winner.

"Fuck her...please...come on...fuck her," Mark's mouth worked silently when Pablo made eye contact with him.

Given the final go ahead from Sherry's depraved husband, Pablo finally turned his full attention to his drunken track coach and nudged one of his knees up onto the bed, without a clue of where he wanted to start.

* * * * *

Feeling both his knees press down into the solid mattress below, Pablo had to keep reminding himself what he was doing was real. The night had already been such a blur, from being tossed out of the hotel bar for picking a fight with the man that had been hassling Sherry, to his indecent and demeaning rendezvous with Gloria Monroe minutes earlier, Pablo simply could fathom that his night would end up with him nakedly moving in on the blindfolded object of his long pent up desire.

With Mark now about 8 feet behind him, rubbing his own cock through his pants as he watched the teenager tower above his wife like a Greek God, Pablo filled with an aura of detached disbelief, hungrily surveying Sherry Mitchum's exposed body in all its ragtagged glory.

With Sherry's bare feet limply bracketing his kneeling body, Pablo allowed his gaze to slowly trace up his coach's prone body, taking in her full nakedness with the specter of her husband directly over his left shoulder.

Admiring the same muscular body that he had fantasized about since practices began earlier in the school year, Pablo reached down with his shaky left hand and placed it on Sherry's calf, just to make sure the vision was real. Gently squeezing his fingertips into the flesh of the older woman's creamy white legs, Pablo continued pumping his engorged cock with his right hand, the crazed adrenaline of sexual youth coursing through his entire body like liquid mercury.

Tracing his left hand slowly over Sherry's knee, Pablo allowed his curious gaze to sneak a peek at his drunk coach's completely exposed vagina, still wet from what Gloria and her husband had put it through in the past hour. Shaking his head from side to side joyously, Pablo couldn't believe he was actually staring at Sherry Mitchum's bare snatch. Looking at the way the older woman's dress was hiked all the way up to her waist as well as the way her blouse was jerked up to her chin, the conservative and demure coach Pablo had grown accustomed to looked like nothing more than a barroom slut on the bed beneath him.

His left hand gently exploring the insides of Sherry's alabaster thighs, Pablo's eyes fixated on the modestly endowed but firm swells of Sherry's titties as they rested perfectly on top of her chest, both nipples shamelessly erect, looking like two pink olives on top of her taunt white orbs.

With her hands stretched out to each side of her, clutching the bedsheets as if she were flying on a magic carpet, every movement Pablo was making on top of her made her squirm with a mixture of tickled excitement.

Seeing Sherry's entire body blossom underneath him, the pained memory of what had happened to Pablo earlier in the evening, with his old head coach in the snack room, was finally shelved. For the first time in his life, Pablo truly felt like a man.

In the back of Pablo's mind however, he still was cognizant of Mark Mitchum behind him, and there was the constant reminder that he was actually preparing to fuck the guy's wife, right in front of him and with his back to Mark, Pablo knew that at any moment his life could be in jeopardy if Mark decided to put an end to the little indecent experiment.

Nervously looking over his left shoulder, Pablo was better able to put his mind to rest when he saw that Sherry's husband had removed his own dick from his blue jeans and was furiously massaging its reddened length as he watched Pablo's bull-like body rise above Sherry.

* * * * *

With all the stress, guilt, embarrassment and alcohol flowing through her system, Sherry was able to feel the presence of who she thought was her husband above her, slowly working his way down on top of her to finish off the same pussy he had teased, licked and sucked on moments earlier before the knock at the door interrupted their fun. The fact that she was blindfolded was actually a welcomed relief because it prevented Mark from having to see just how 'out of it' she really was. She knew that if he looked deeply into her eyes that he could see she had been 'unfaithful' to him.

Despite her drunken disorientation, when Pablo's cock found its mark, buried between the swelled lips of her steaming vagina, it was painfully clear to Sherry that the time for fingers and tongues were over. This was the real thing.

It never crossed Sherry's dazed mind however that it might be a cock not belonging to her husband that had caused her back to lurch severely off the bed. Her pussy had been so teased, prodded and primed from her earlier encounters that it swelled immediately around the hefty invader, choking the meaty appendage tightly as she tugged it deeper inside her womb.

When she felt Pablo's strong hands press down on top of her belly to balance himself, in the back of Sherry's mind she never remembered Mark feeling that powerful whenever he touched her during sex, but in her current mental state, Sherry knew she couldn't trust her instincts and frankly it felt way too good to care.

* * * * *

Pressing his rock solid teenage frame forward, in some ways it felt the same as when he stabbed his cock into the dozen or so other girls he had fucked in his short life. As he allowed the texture of Sherry Mitchum's abdominal muscles to seep into his fingertips however, Pablo knew this was not going to be like any other act of sex he would ever experience again. Pablo could feel the radiant waves of sexual energy coursing through Sherry's skin into his, as the previously thought untouchable woman whimpering underneath his thrusting body, allowed him full reign over her most private spots.

With each pounding thrust, Pablo's muscle movements orchestrated into a engrossingly lurid rhythm until the older woman underneath him had succumb to his virile power, giving herself to him completely.

* * * * *

As if the rug had been pulled out from underneath his feet, Mark Mitchum had suddenly dropped to his knees in a genuflecting pose at the foot of his wife's bed, looking like a crude peasant bowing at a religious alter.

Stroking his cock madly with his right hand, Mark's eye level was positioned perfectly to see Pablo's smooth, youthful hips working like a paint mixer as he forced his behemoth into Sherry's quivering, apoplectic body.

For the first time in his marriage, Mark was watching his wife get fucked and suddenly, he saw Sherry in a completely different light. The same physical mannerisms he had missed while he was doing his best to satisfy her in bed over the years were clearly evident as he helplessly watched the young boy, 10 years his junior, roughly plow his wife's gaping pink garden.

Pablo's lean hulking frame seemed to eclipse Sherry's dainty body as his riveting thrusts grew in intensity. Mark watched from his knees as the teenage boy extended his arms and legs outwards, entrenching himself firmly on top of the older woman in an age old, instinctual show of dominance.

When Sherry's bare feet shot up from the bed and started to shake spontaneously in mid air, Mark sensed from the hundreds of times she had came with him that she was on the verge of a crushing orgasm.

Hearing the violent sounds of the bed creaking mix with the furious flesh on flesh collision of Pablo and Sherry's bodies echo across the hotel room, Mark frantically pumped his already raw cockmeat as the young stud eagerly forced Sherry over the edge.

"OOOOEEEHHHHHHH... SSSSHHHHIIIITTTTT... MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFAAAAAAAAAHHHH... UUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK... AAAHHH... AAAHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHH," Sherry cried out in muffled bursts from underneath the young stud's chiseled, sweaty chest.

Sensing Sherry was cumming beneath him, Pablo's thrusting became more and more frantic as he pressed his left hand onto his assistant coach's exposed tits, groping them with adolescent fervor as the older woman creamed all over his pistoning joint.