Yeah, I know about the editing issues. I'm trying hard, honest. Thanks for persevering, cheers, Arch. The light dawns...
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12. LIGHTS, CAMERA...
"Kevin, come here baby!" Kevin jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom. His beautiful hot wife beckoned.
She was sitting on the bed passively sucking Matt's cock. Her mouth was full so Kevin waited politely.
"Kevin sweetie?" She puffed as she eased free. "I have a little present for you. She nodded to the dresser where a package sat. "I purchased a penis cage for you last week in anticipation of today. I want you to go into the bathroom, fit it to your little man, and come back out here and show us how cute you look. If you wear your little device we'll let you watch us fuck, okay darling?" She chirped gaily but didn't wait for acquiescence, just gobbled back over her fat cock and bobbed happily, staring up into Mathew's eyes... seemingly lost in lust.
Kevin picked up the package like it was a nuclear isotope, and carried it into the bathroom with outstretched arms. The door closed as Becky began to earnestly attack Matt's balls with her tongue.
Kevin felt so humiliated and pathetic as he re-entered the bedroom naked and caged. He didn't have to act this bit.
Becky sat back, still grasping the cock. "Oh, look Matty isn't he cute!"
Matt laughed. "Baby, that's pathetic!"
"Oh don't be so cruel. I think he looks very pretty. Come here sweetie pie."
Kevin hobbled forward as if in leg irons. He wanted to crawl under the floor mat and hide.
"Let me see darling." She picked up the limp clear-plastic encased dick by just using her forefinger and thumb then screwing up her face as if it was all a bit too disgusting. Becky held it aloft for some time as if mesmerized, then just let it go, sighed and turned back to the monster shaft she'd not ceased stroking since her husband slunk into the bedroom. "Okay, just sit there and keep very quiet unless otherwise instructed." She reinstated her slurping, seemingly dismissing him like an annoying bug.
Becky was an excellent actress.
Kevin backed up and sat heavily into his chair. He appeared seriously de-oxygenated, breathing heavily.
"Okay baby, I think that might do it. Let's get you nicely fucked now!" Matt hissed, obviously close.
Motor winders whirred.
"Oh, goodie!" Becky bounced onto the bed excitedly positioning on hands and knees and wiggled her naked bum. The short chemise offered no covering to her pouting sex. Mathew chuckled at her enhanced exuberance, shuffled her back to the bed edge and stroked his fingers up over her soft wet hairless cleft.
"What do you want baby?" He chuckled.
"Cock!"
"You want your husband to fuck you?"
"God no, I want a cock!"
"Is this what you want baby?" Matt ran his fat head hard down through her glistening folds.
"Ohhh, yeah!" Her hips followed the tracing head, searching desperately for impalement.
"Greedy slut! Now pray nicely, and thou might receive."
"Oh please Matt, stop teasing me and just drive that thing in deep baby. I need fucked so bad!" She was starting to sound hysterical. He used his big hands to open her ass cheeks wide, making sure that her entire secret was openly and vividly displayed. Her little crinkly rear hole pulsed in tune with her desperate clit and aching vaginal tunnel. Matt held her wide and she arched her back downward, forcing her bum higher to offer better vision and access. Mat just grinned.
He'd tried to fuck her ass previously, but she was too freaked out. He knew he'd soon be reaming that tight hole for the first time ever and her husband would be watching. In fact the poor bastard would be participating in his beautiful wife's public and final deflowering. He shuddered at that thought, pressed hard and quite simply and mercilessly rammed the fat shaft to the hilt!
Becky's knees lifted from the bed and her shrill operatic cry was wonderful, like a sweet sonnet to his ears.
Kevin practically fainted, and it was no act. The realism displayed on his face was perfectly framed. He felt that impalement deep down in his own soul. He sat glued, shuffling about in an attempt to attain unrestricted vision of his wife's public debasement. He knew his face was a pale mask of dread, there was no 'act' involved there... and yet he basked in the performance played out before him.
Matt rammed continuously and the bed shuddered and strained beneath his onslaught. Beck was whimpering and crying. Actual real tears scrolled down her cheeks. They were tears of pure joy. She'd never been fucked like this before! Displayed and opened, used and fucked like an object worthy only of hard and sustained abuse. She was a mere sex toy now, just a worthless thing used for the purpose of stimulating a cock. The fact that people shuffled about and camera's whined only drove her further down that path of self destruction. Her brain was about to explode. Her body shook. She knew with certainty that this 'one' would kill her. Her beautiful husband would witness her screaming demise staked fatally over the end of another man's enormous slamming cock... and that vivid thought finished her...
Matt was seeing stars. His teeth hurt. His back arched. He was driving into that hot tight hole so hard all sense of reality had fled. He was a just a huge hammering cock now, hell bent on destroying the creature death gripping him. That alien thing was strangling him... his breath had ceased, his brain needed oxygen!
Stupidly he reached under and pinched his lover's already spiked clit, the same clit that had just been signaled, that all systems were go and to explode in almighty orgasm.
Becky bellowed and every muscle in her shaking body clamped; all her brain cells cowered for cover and her eyes flip-flopped backward. She literally internally combusted! Matt screamed like a girl as that amazing cunt bit him hard. He pumped hot cum in thick squirts but his sense of survival propelled him to get out of Dodge! His cock howled in pain as he tore it free.
Becky was a spec lost in space. The only thing that had been holding her upright was the pinned shaft rammed so far up her vagina she felt nailed in place. When it ripped free, she howled again and collapsed like a sloppy heap of half set junket, rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and for the first time in her young life, she wetly ejaculated.
Matt was spaced out. He collapsed onto his knees, eyes shut and groaning in pained pleasure. His sated exhausted body fell forward and he was sucking at air hard, real hard... but what seemed to be now filling his gasping mouth and splashing over his sweaty head seemed wetter, a little bitter and a bit sticker than water. That's when he just collapsed forward completely spent. His head seemed to be bouncing and oscillating, riding on a bouncing soft pillow of still squirting wetness. Someone was screaming and he wasn't sure who.
Becky's bladder had capitulated.
The fountain of urine continued to drench her lover's groggy head as he lay exhausted between her still pulsing thighs. As the stream petered out he heard a loud distant cry.
"AND CUT"
