Perverts 'R' Us
The Cuckold Wife
By The Purvv ( M/f, inc-fath/dau, hum, solo )
Note from The Purvv: This story was extracted from a story entitled ''Classic Porn 1' written by an unknown author and which, although I did the modification and editing, should still be considered the writing of the original author(s).
Paula awoke, startled. A nightmare had disturbed her slumber. Looking around she could tell by the darkness of the room that it was probably the middle of the night. She glanced over at the night table and could make out the time on the fluorescent numbered clock. It was only 1 AM.
Suddenly her head cleared as she realized that Bud wasn't lying alongside of her. She guessed that he was either in the bathroom or downstairs watching TV. At worse, he was still annoyed with her and had gone for a ride. No matter; she was sure that he was safe. Yet, she had become so domineered by him that she was always on the defensive.
'What if he was so disgusted with her that he left her?' she asked herself. It was a stupid question, yet the fact that she wondered showed her insecurity. She recalled the incident of the night before with her him. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as she recalled each of his gestures that had shown his indifference to her, and again she cursed the job, which seduced her him away from her...
After several minutes of restless tossing and turning, she got up from the bed and went downstairs, passing the open bathroom on the way. In the living room, all was quiet. She guessed he must have gone for a ride. She went into the kitchen. It was past one o'clock and her nerves were jumpy. She didn't feel in the least drowsy. She opened their liquor cabinet and withdrew a bottle of Scotch, pouring herself a half-glass full of the brown-colored liquid, and moved to the sink filling the remainder of the glass with water. At the kitchen table she lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply and sipping on the whiskey that made her feel almost at once relaxed. After a time she returned to the liquor cabinet, pouring herself an ample second drink.
She stared into the glass as though it were a prismatic cylinder of crystal, through which she could perceive the past and future, musing sadly on how her husband had treated her, and how her daughter had changed so drastically during the past few months. Distant voices seemed to accompany her imaginings, forming a counterpoint to her thoughts. Dreamlike, she found herself following those voices, and then suddenly she realized they were real. She glanced up at the kitchen clock: it was after two, almost four hours since Bud had humiliated her.
She padded across the tiled kitchen floor to the door that led onto the patio, opening it quietly.
The voices that were coming from behind a row of bushes to the side of the patio were almost unrecognizable. The first realization of what this meant - - two voices out there so late at night which could have been her Bud, either her daughters Sandra or Michelle or her son Dave, or any one of them with someone else - - flooded through Paula at that moment. Holding her breath, she slipped to the edge of the patio.
She heard her daughter Michelle's voice distinctly: "You have such a lovely cock. It's so big, so hard...mmmmm give me… every time I see it I want to suck it, and suck it, and suck it..."
Paula fell back against the door in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Good God, what had Michelle been doing here, and who was she with? She couldn't believe that her daughter would perform such a debasing act on anyone, it was impossible to understand! The very word, the concept itself, sent a chill of disgust down the length of her spine. It was a perversion; something only the dregs of humanity participated in.
A moan that sounded familiar and then the shock that rocked her world, "You do like that, hah, sweetie?"
That was her husband Bud!!!! WITH THEIR DAUGHTER MICHELLE!!!
"Mm, Daddy, every time I see it I want to suck it, and suck it, and suck it!"
"Put it in between your lips," she heard her husband Bud's voice say, low and moaning. "Oh yeah, God yes, that feels good."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh, yes, baby, suck it, succcck!"
Paula swallowed hard, feeling an incredible dryness in her throat as she listened. She wanted to turn and run from the filthy exclamations, erase the vile sounds that were bubbling from her daughter's throat, but she couldn't. She felt drawn to them, and she inched softly against the patio until she had approached the edging of the bushes. There she could make out the naked forms of her little girl lying on the grass above Bud, her head pressed down against his naked loins and her long dark hair flowing against his stomach. A beam of moonlight caught the figures showing clearly her daughter's face with her cheeks bulging from the fleshy invasion of her own father's long thick cock up inside her mouth.
God! It was obscene watching their daughter there with her hair falling over her own father's balls and stomach and hearing both of them groaning so lewdly as the incestuous ritual continued.
Michelle raised her head from the shadow of her father's loins, and she adjusted her weight so that her knees pressed firmly against the sides of his slightly raised buttocks. Her pretty heart-shaped face upturned into the moonlight, her face contorted into an expression of obvious lust.
"Dammit, Michelle, why did you stop?"
The girl laughed and ran her hand over the flat heaving plane of his belly. From where she was standing Paula could see the firmly upstanding length of her husband's huge penis jutting just below the white sheen of their daughter's gently swaying breasts; God, Paula thought, it looked monstrous, its head mounted fist-like atop the rigidly stiffening pole.
"Don't be silly, Dad?" the 16-year-old girl chortled lewdly. "I'm not going to let you have all the fun. Before you cum, you've got to mouth my pussy, don't you wanna do that?"
"Oh, God, yes, yes!"
"Then look at it, Daddy." The girl spread her legs wide, arching herself back on her squirming buttocks so that the mound of her cunt was directly in front of her father's face. "Look at it; all juicy and ready for you to taste and smell. It feels, yes it feels good, throbbing and wet, waiting for your tongue."
"Christ," was all that Bud could manage to moan.
"Go ahead. Do it, lick it, suck my pussy. Run your fingers and your tongue all around it. Oh, Dad, I want you to make me feel gooood."
No, this was too incredible, Paula's mind churned. She must run, she couldn't stand here and watch! But she stayed, bolted to the terraced floor, holding onto the large trunk of a pear tree that grew alongside the patio from the garden. She couldn't move from the depravity of the scene even though she knew that it was insane to remain watching the two of them any longer. She was hypnotized by what she saw and heard and suddenly felt as though all her self control had been voided from her and a new lewdly fascinated part of her being were called forth from the dark depths of her unconscious.
She watched as her daughter rolled over on her back and Bud hunkered up on his hands and pushed slowly forward until his mouth was directly in front of their daughter's nakedly exposed hair-lined cunt.
Despite herself, Paula had to admit her daughter was a provocatively attractive figure now, laid out as she was beneath the lewdly toying tongue and lips of her own father. The woman gazed in wild confusion at the enchanting form of the child, spread in sacrifice on the smooth jump of grass before Bud. He had worked the youngster up to a fever pitch of excitement and Michelle's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture - - her glassy lust-smoked eyes staring up into the starry night.
Bud placed himself in position over his daughter's erotically gleaming thighs, his face just a few scant inches above the soft pubic mound. His hands reached out to just below the gently rising and falling plane of her belly, and his thumbs lay pressed into the moistly glistening outer flanges of their child's vaginal lips.
Paula sucked in her stomach with a gasp, feeling an unwelcomed sympathetic response as her husband's thumbs caressed for a moment and then pulled outward softly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing to his lustful gaze the moist red slit of their daughter's vagina. Paula could imagine the dainty bud of Michelle's clitoris throbbing into hardness across the brief space of grass and hedge; and the woman trembled fearfully as she realized just how near she was to the lust inciting scene.
Bud's head thrust forward, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the raw little nub of nerves at the top of Michelle's loins. The girl's body jerked at the first electric contact, her stomach heaving fitfully now as his tongue slowly began to lick lightly at the rapidly moistening slit, her full white thighs suddenly clamping spasmodically around his head in a tight vise-like grip. Her buttocks began a smoothly undulating rhythm, gyrating in salacious response to the lewd ministrations of her father's probing tongue. Soft moans of obscene animal pleasure issued out of Michelle's wide-open mouth, merging with the hoarse grunts coming from her excited father as he continued flicking his tongue up between the young girl's softly quivering legs.
Suddenly the sounds stopped and the man raised his head, placing his hand on one of Michelle's fully curving tits.
"Fuck dammit, 'Chelle. I wanna fuck ya," her dad's voice said in a fiercely demanding tone. "I can't wait no longer...Christ, I gotta do it now!"
Paula's daughter pulled up and looked into her father's face. Her breathing was rapid and she was panting, trying to catch her breath. He managed a hot, excited smile and urged, "Oh, yesss, Daddy. Put your big prick in my cunt. Please - - fuck me good, Dad...!"
Paula watched in frozen fascination as Bud rolled on top of their daughter, his hand holding the shaft of his long fleshy cock so that the thick turgid head prodded softly against Michelle's widely splayed cuntal lips. The girl opened her legs wider to permit him easy access to her overly willing cunt, drawing her hand around his waist, and beckoning him to penetrate her. They had obviously done this before.
He levered up over her, one hand outstretched and supporting his torso on the grass while the other swirled the hotly throbbing penis around and around in a lewdly tantalizing motion, jerking it back and forth playfully against Michelle's warmly moistening vaginal opening.
"Yes, oh yes, Daddy - - my lover, ahhh, stick it in, put in your cock, your prick - - arrrgh, fuck me nowww!"
Paula could feel sweat flow freely on her body now, beneath the folds of her transparent blue nightgown. She rested her body against the tree, not knowing what she was doing or why she was doing, only aware that she wanted to enjoy what she was doing and what was going on in front of her, though her will should have fought against it. Down between her tightly clenched thighs her warmly wettening pussy was tingling, trembling as it had never done before. Now, right before her own eyes, her husband was going to fuck their own daughter, and although terrible angered and hurt, she was also more excited than she had ever been in her life. She didn't understand her feelings; it was beyond the realm of her comprehension.
As if she was in a dream, her own hands began to slide down her violently shaking torso, caressing her hotly tingling flesh and exploring her own body - - as she never had before - - as though she had never known it before. The motions of her fingers and hands were accompanied by low suspiring moans coming through the bushes, a counterpart of her own salacious probings. Her hands began to involuntarily massage the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the excitedly heaving mounds.
She paused; her hands releasing her quivering white breasts for a moment; and raised herself up over a low rock wall separating the patio and garden from a small space of grass, and silently slung her body onto the low sloping lawn directly behind her husband and their daughter.
Here she could relax and stretch out her body into a position of rest. She turned onto her stomach, bunching up her sheer nightgown over her hips so that it cupped in soft folds over her hips, and she pressed the achingly yearning mound of her clitoris tightly into the soft blades of grass beneath her.
From her low-lying position, she was able to see them, but Bud and her daughter were placed in such a way that she was inaccessible to their gaze. She watched as Bud raised himself over Michelle, the white flesh of his buttocks looking monstrously obscene as they began plunging smoothly up between their own daughter's wildly spread loins. One last vestige of puritan disgust raced through her tortured consciousness as she watched her husband begin a slowly rocking motion over the cock-impaled girl below him...his own daughter!!!
God, it was obscene, Paula thought, but she was enjoying it! Bud's refusal to make love to her earlier that evening had pushed her into a state of shame and humiliation, and now her broken pride welcomed her further debasement.
Bud slightly withdrew the thick shaft of his turgid cock from his little girl's throbbing pussy, pulling out several inches and then thrusting warmly forward again, stopping at the end of its stroke to languish deep, deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Paula's hands coursed down her body, below her full quivering breasts and over her quivering belly, until they planted themselves at the curly soft tangle of her pubic hair. She could feel the grass below her hand grazing against her skin like a thousand tiny fingers and the moisture drenched flesh of her vaginal lips dilating against her palms as she drew her narrow cuntal slit open, exposing the lips of her softly pulsating pussy to the cool night air.
With a groan, she inserted her middle finger into the tightly clasping hole, worming it slowly inward in a motion that imitated the rhythmic skewering of her husband's cock up into her daughter's wide-spread cunt.
Yet the fire burned more fiercely there, flickering in tiny lewd flames of desire deep into her lust-inflamed vaginal passage. She inserted another finger, drawing up her knees so that she lay with her smoothly curving ass-cheeks high in the air. Then, she began undulating her buttocks in time to the thrust and counterthrust of her husband's hips that echoed with a smack of his thighs against her daughter's through the still night air.
The vision of their locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked mindlessly to and fro, pushing back on her knees against her fingers, screwing them deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. She could see his wetly glistening cock ramming its way up into her younger daughter's convulsively clasping cunt, sinking through the soft black pubic hair like the huge trunk of a tree.
Michelle's gasps mounted steadily in volume and fury, punctuating each of her father's rapidly skewering plunges, and suddenly, without knowing it, Paula's own incoherent moans followed suit, mewling low in obscene daughterly harmony, "Ooooooooh."
"Oh, yes, fuck me Daddy darling, yeeees, harder, do it like that, oh shit, fuck, oh screwwwww me, do it oouuuuu!" Michelle's depraved voice chimed in as Paula's rose in volume.
Paula continued to plunge her fingers into the moistly sucking lips of her pussy. God, she thought, she wanted everything that her daughter was having, she wanted Bud to fuck her too, but for the moment she was satisfied with her fingers and hands as an obscene substitute, and would have to pretend that a real cock was burrowing its way warmly up into her searing cuntal passage. Almost as a wish to get even with her husband, her mind suddenly posed a picture of her son Dave. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'God, noooo.'
She knew she had needed something to displace this horrible thought that had come into her head…Hell it was in her body; the urge to fuck Dave, her own son!!!
Her eyes sealed themselves on the writhing form of her daughter who now curled her legs out over Bud's wildly pumping back, thrusting her ankles around his gyrating buttocks like a rodeo-rider on a bucking bronco.
Christ, Paula thought, I want to scream! What in God's name is happening to me! My own husband is screwing my daughter and now I want to let my own son have me... 'God, look at Bud sticking it into 'Chelle - - And she has such a lovely cunt, my own daughter, and such pretty little tits with hard little nipples that stick up like flowers...and Bud, he has such a lovely cock, a precious cock. So does Dave! COCK, I love that word, I'll say it softly "cock," his "prick- -"' she mouthed the words as she watched the undulating bodies through the skein of bushes - - 'My finger, it feels like a smooth fucking prick, it feeeels gooood, oh, godammit, why doesn't someone come and fuck meeeee! Davvvveeeee…'
Almost brutally she cupped her breast, slipping onto her side. She milked viciously at it, squeezing hotly at the tender nipple with a crazy animal-like abandon as her other hand thrust its middle finger with moistly sluicing strokes deep up into her wildly throbbing passage. Now the knowledge that she was doing wrong blanked from her mind and she was gripped by an obscene fever to make more terrible her own self-debasement. She could hear the lewd wet sucking sound of her masturbation merge with the sibilant sounds of passion coming from behind the bushes, the voices of the madly fucking couple no longer muted but groaning loudly as father and daughter were swept forward on a wave of unbridled lust.
"Uh, uh, uh," her daughter intoned, her hands accompanying her clutching feet on her father's wildly pummeling buttocks.
As if this weren't enough, Bud snaked one hand down below his daughter's smoothly pounding ass-cheeks and, finding the deep crack between her buttocks spread wide open, thrust his middle finger suddenly to the second knuckle in her puckered anus, causing her feet to jerk erotically in the air between them, her toes curling spasmodically against the skin of his own tensed buttocks.
Paula watched on, continuing to plunge her own middle finger into her hotly pulsating cunt, as her obscene husband turned his finger around and around up inside his own daughter's nether passage.
Paula worked her pussy faster and faster, as she watched her husband's finger as it wormed slowly forward into their daughter...
"Arrrgh," Michelle groaned. "Fuck me, oooooh, Daddy, ahhh, stick your finger in farther!"
The father shoved another finger punishingly into her anus, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. Paula watched her teenage daughter's face cloud over, her mouth opened to expose her gleaming white teeth. The girl jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the grass, seeming to want to escape the cruel invasion of her rectum, but her face expressing obscene delight at the defilement. Bud had timed it well, and rammed his pelvis forward with fury, driving his long cruel penis deep into the youngster's widely flowering depths. She lurched back, pulling his smoothly gyrating buttocks down toward her with her ankles and raising one hand from behind to pull her father's face down upon her opened lips.
"Oh, oh, oh," Paula's daughter moaned between salavious gulps at her own father's wetly splurging tongue which was thrust like a second hot thick cock inside her mouth.
On the other side of the bushes, Paula's hand moved away from the gently heaving mound of her breast and slipped down behind her tensely undulating buttocks. In desperation, she slid her middle finger up between the open crevice of her quivering ass-cheeks, feeling a rush of pain-pleasure as she pushed through the tight rubbery hole to her first knuckle. It hurt, but strangely it felt good at the same time, and she pretended she was being fucked from in front, feeling the throbbing pulse of her other hand's middle finger through the thin membrane that separated the two passages from each other.
In front of her, through the bushes she could see the two writhing bodies lurching lewdly out of control. Her daughter's head beat with metronomic regularity on the mound of grass behind her head, matching the lust-inciting rhythm of her father, whose machine-like-cock- thrusts continued to batter into her nakedly exposed ass-hole and wildly jerking cunt. The two of them were made for each other, Paula thought, as she finger-fucked herself from in front and behind, and yet their fucking was almost timeless, yes, out of time and part of some terrible pre-human memory echoing the bestial coupling of an archaic unconscious past...
"Oh yes, Daddy, yessss," her younger daughter squealed, upturning her wildly bouncing buttocks as Bud jammed his middle finger more fiercely up into her cruelly plundered ass-hole.
"Do you...like it...baby...to fuck...like this?" his gravely voice gasped between heaving pants of lust.
"Oh daddy - - lover - - yes, oh you fuck good, I love you, you fucking bastard, fuuuuuck, stick your finger in harrrder, oh Christ, yessss!"
The two prone copulating figures were approaching their climax now. Their bodies rolled monstrously to and fro, tossing on the slope of soft grass and setting up a loud ruckus in the bushes that brushed against their humping bodies, naked and exposed in the moonlight. Paula's own half-naked full-breasted body splayed out to the side just a few feet from them but still well-hidden by the hedge, the middle finger of her right hand frantically working her clitoris and then plunging into her rapidly contracting and dilating cunt while she continued the vile impalement of her tight rubbery ass-hole with the middle finger of her left hand.
"Screw me, Dad, screw harder!"
Paula could almost make herself believe it was she saying that instead of her daughter. She ground harder and deeper, quivering insanely under the pressure of her own lewd finger-fucking and gasping for the immediate release. It couldn't be happening, but yes it was, they were all cumming together, and yes, it was monstrous, but she loved it, and wanted more of it!
Michelle screamed. "Aaaaarg!" and then again, "Aaaaarg, I'm cummmming! Oh, God...keep on! Ugggghhhh!"
Then came Bud's sharp cry of delight as he lurched forward, the first waves of his hotly spurting cum steaming geyserlike into the obscenely writhing girl. "Ohhh, yesss!"
As if by remote control, the dual orgasms of her husband and daughter sent Paula into an uncontrolled spasm. She lurched backward, her thinly covered breasts dancing lewdly in the moonlight, her fingers still cleaved into the splayed open lips of her passion-drenched cunt and circling rapidly around her rectum, and her lips contorted as the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Her face turned crimson as she felt it coming, coming with a blinding rush - - her whole body vibrated and then the white hot juice gushed from around her frenziedly working fingers, covering her hand and running down onto the soft matting of the grass below. She could feel it streaming in tiny rivulets down the inside flesh of her quivering thighs, and moistening her bended knees. As she relaxed into the final throes of her orgasm, she could hear the two of them, their last gasps of dying lust vanishing into the darkness.
Paula lay in the grass for a while with her nightgown pulled over her smoothly rounded hips, her buttocks still gently swaying in the chilly night air. She was unable to bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her thoroughly satiated cunt and ass-hole until the last dying throbs had stilled her body. She heard her daughter and husband whispering as they rose from the grass behind the hedge and padded softly across the patio into the darkened house.
She lay there for a few minutes longer and then slowly, she drew herself up, her fingers slithering wetly from her finally satiated cunt, and she crossed the patio in the summer moonlight.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, she would begin to sort out the scattered jig-saw pieces of the confusion that had become her life. But a feeling of guilt and shame filled her now. Nervously, she straightened the soiled blue folds of her nightgown, teardrops forming in her eye as she recalled that she had bought it for another less perverse occasion. And now it was ruined, soaked with her own frustrated juices of lust and stained from rolling on the grass. But her sense of pride in her own beauty overcame that sadness with a low internal rush of outraged indignation.
Yes, her husband had caused her self-debasement, had humiliated her into masturbating herself into obscene satiation. But her day would come. If Bud could have Michelle, then she could have Dave. She brushed the tears from her eyes, a welcome desire for sleep gliding smoothly through her tortured and confused mind, and entered the house.
The End