1 comments/ 103035 views/ 6 favorites Forging Manhood Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion At 44 years of age, Pauline Lindsey should have been enjoying the best years of her life. Having just celebrated her 20th wedding anniversary with the only man she had ever loved, finding herself in good health and at the top of her chosen career as a social worker, Paula should have been basking in the light of all she had worked for. And to a point she was. Her and her husband Randy had been able to save enough money over the first 15 years of their marriage to afford a nice house in one of Topeka's finer neighborhoods. They had enough money in the bank to feel safe when they closed their eyes at night and they had found some connection within each other that made it clear they were comfortable spending the rest of their lives together. Still, Paula often found herself wondering what might have been. Six years into the marriage it was discovered, after several attempts to conceive a child, that she would be unable to bear children. Paula knew the depression over that fact would never completly go away and the reality that many of her close friends were frequently off attending thier own kids' high school or college graduations made for a very difficult pill, for the otherwise fulfilled woman, to swallow as she navigated her way through her mid forties. That hurt was only heightened by the silent way Randy Lindsey went about dealing with the fact that he'd never be a Father. "It's no big deal," He would often say to Paula when the topic came up, only to follow it up with an extended period of awkward and sometimes painful silence. It was such a divisive topic, Paula and Randy never even seemed to be comfortable discussing the other alternatives such as adoption, fertility drugs, or a surrogacy that were open to the couple. Instead, they quietly decided to simply grow old together. To keep some sense of vitality, The Lindseys buried themselves in their work. Being a social worker who helped get children out of turmultuous family situations and trying to help them get a foothold into adolescense, Paula had found a career that in a lot of ways helped illeviate and substitute for the inability to have children of her own. Randy, on the other hand, was the general manager of one of Topeka's largest grociery store chains and over the years had successfully diverted his emotions into the nonstop flow of profit margins, schedule making and inventory control. By the time both Randy and Paula were safely in their mid 40's however, it had become clear that each was nearing some level of professional burnout. Inevitably, the stress they were feeling at work transferred easily to the home, and eventhough they each could see it blossoming like a slowly emerging mushroom cloud on the horizon, they were both usually too exhausted by the end of the day to acknowledge it. ____________________________________ One of Randy Lindsey's most important, if not most frustrating tasks as general manager of his grociery store was the hiring of new help. With a stable array of full time help already in place, the biggest hurdle when it came to hiring was finding enough quality kids from the wealth of teenagers in the area to help out with bagging, clean up and stocking the shelves. Looking down at the store's sales floor from his upstairs office's large bay window, Randy lazily watched one of his hires that was actually working out. The curly black haired 6 foot 2 inch frame of 19 year old Dylan Hyatt strode quickly from register 5 to register 7 to help every checker he could get their grocieries bagged so they could move onto the next customer. "There's one I didn't think would work out..but I'll be damned," Randy contemplated out loud. The day three months earlier when he interviewed Dylan, Randy was pretty certain he wasn't going to hire the kid. Dylan had put on his application that he had dropped out of high school two years earlier and was trying to find a job so he could work to save some money before he got his GED. After that, he told Lindsey, Dylan was planning on enlisting in either the Marines or the Army. Randy had been hesitant to hire Dylan, fearing the same person who would quit school wouldn't have any qualms about quitting a job on the spot if things got rough. Still, Randy was impressed by the young man's candor and taking a look at his stocky and well defined 6 foot 2 inch frame, he knew Dylan's presense could come in very handy considering all the heavy lifting that needed to be done around the store. So on a lark, Randy hired the young man and three months later, he managed a small but satisfied smile over how well it had turned out. In fact, Randy had decided to build a fence around his backyard at home to keep the neighbors' children from trampling across the grass and his wife's flowers. Knowing his back wasn't as dependable as it use to be, and that his wife wouldn't be crazy about him having several of his beer drinking buddies over for an entire day to mess up the house, Randy decided out of the blue to ask Dylan if he would mind giving up a Saturday, for $50 tax free, to help. The young man hesitantly agreed when he thought about the money, and perhaps a chance to get on the good side of the boss by coming over to help with the fence. Over dinner later that night, Randy and Paula had been making small talk when the topic of what each had planned for the weekend came up. Randy told his wife that he had finally decided to put up the backyard fence, hoping she would be happy about having a line of defense against the children from next door. "You gonna do that all by yourself," Paula sarcastically asked, knowing full well the limits of her husband's physical as well as mechanical expertise. "What..you don't think I can," Randy replied between chews of his pot roast. "Uh...Huh," Paula's brow silently furrowed. "Actually.....I got a guy from work to volunteer to help me with the heavy stuff for a few hours Saturday," Randy sheepishly admitted. "Good," Paula dryly replied, happy her husband wasn't attempting such a demanding endeavor alone. "Anyone from the store I know?" "Probably not..just a stock boy I hired a few months back..I don't think you've met him yet....Dylan..Dylan Hyatt's his name." "What's his name?" Paula asked with increased interest. "Hyatt...Dylan Hyatt...what...do you know his folks or something?" Randy grunted back. "How old is he?" Paula asked. "19 I think...he told me during his interview he dropped out of high school a few years back..he's thinking about joining the Army...why?" "Name just rings a bell..that's all," Paula replied as she briskly excused herself from the dinner table. "Where are you going?" Randy huffed incrediously. "I'll be right back..I just wanted to check on something," Paula's voice trailed off as she disappeared through the house. A few moments later she returned with the large, dusty, leather bound ledger she used to keep her personal work history in. Dust was flying through the air of the dining room as Paula quickly flipped through the pages. "Yep..I thought so," Paula said without looking up. "What?" Randy rolled his eyes. "The kid's name..I thought it rang a bell ..back in '94...almost 8 years ago..he was one of the cases the agency had to deal with..we had to take Dylan and his little brother away from their Mom..she had just been arrested for possession of a controlled substance for the third time," Paula stoicly mouthed. "Father wasn't around?" Randy asked. "Yeah right..they ended up sending the kids out live with their grandparents in Lawrence..I don't have anything else as follow up...well I'll be..how does he look like he's been?" Paula quizzed her husband. "Fine I guess..I'm sure you'd never recognize him now..he's grown up quite a bit since he was 11..I guess you'll get a chance to meet him again when he comes over saturday..I hope ..you know..it wont be too awkward for him." Randy offered. "Damn..I wish I was gonna be here..before we got sidetracked I was about to tell you me and my sister are headed up to see Grandma at the Nursing home..we're probably going to be gone all day..Bernice insists on doing some shopping while we're up there," Paula dejectedly replied, knowing there was no way out of her planned family trip. "You guys just don't tear the house..or the yard up too much..OK" ______________________________________ Dylan arrived at the Lindsey home a little after 10 am that saturday morning, about a half an hour after Paula left to pick up her sister. Randy was already in the backyard spreading out his tools and trying to visually picture how the fence would go up. "You know anything about this stuff?" Randy asked the 19 year old boy as he approached. "Not really," Dylan smiled back. "Then I guess we're in for a long day," Randy cracked a laugh. Over the course of the next few hours, Randy and Dylan made small talk as they trudged through the task of getting the postholes dug. Randy was hesitant to bring up his wife's connection to Dylan, fearing in some way that it would make the young man rather uncomfortable having his past drudged up, just like the dirt from the ground, while he was standing in his boss' back yard. As the afternoon wore on however and the two found fewer topics to discuss, Randy Lindesy eventually let it slip out about Paula's connection to him, and to Randy's surprise, Dylan immediatly remembered her. "Oh..yeah...Wow," Dylan stuttered back, coming to a momentary stop from his digging to harken back to that very difficult era of his childhood and the time his path crossed with a social worker named Pauline Lindsey. "I didn't want to bring up anything that happened then Dylan..its none of my business," Randy offered sheepishly. "I just didn't..you know..want you to run into Paula one day at the store and not know she was married to me. "No problem," Dylan reflectivly replied. It seemed a heavy, awkward weight had been lifted off of each's shoulders as they bent down and put their backs to work again, in the process making more progress than they had in the next hour or so then they had all morning. As the afternoon Midwestern sun started beating down relentlessly however, Randy decided it was about time for the two to take a break for lunch. "Go on inside Dyaln and get a drink of something..make yourself a sandwich too...Paula made a ham last night," Randy kindly offered. "I'm just gonna stay out here another 15 minutes and get these last postholes dug so all we'll have to worry about is getting the metal in the ground the rest of the afternoon...just go inside and make yourself at home." With that, Dylan grabbed the sweaty teeshirt he had long ago discarded and wiped his face with it before disappearing inside his boss' house. "So..did you make yourself anything for lun....," Randy started to ask Dylan as he entered the kitchen before realizing the young man was nowhere to be seen. Randy almost hollered Dylan's name out to see what part of the house he was a before stopping himself as the most logical explanation registered in his head. "He's probably in the bathroom," Randy said to himself. "Now that I think about it..I gotta take a piss myself." After grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, Randy peeked down the hall to see if Dylan was still in the bathroom. When he saw the door was open and no light was shining out, Randy instantly started to feel the gnawing instincts that he felt towards the children of Dylan's generation. "Goddamn boy is somewhere in the house trying to steal something," the paranoid part of Randy's pysche screamed until his more rational mind took over. "Calm down..just calm down...he aint got nothing other than a pair of shorts on..where is he going to hide anything..and besides...You and Paula don't keep any money laying around," Randy reassured himself. Starting his journey down the hallway, Randy couldn't quite figure out why he was holding his breath, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he put on foot in front of the other. A few steps down the hall, Randy stopped when he thought he could hear the faint sound of russling coming from the den on the left side of the hall. "Why the Hell would anyone want to go in there?" Randy shook his head, wondering why any kid would be interested in a room where Paula kept an old piano, her Mother's antique sofa and a collection of family photos. Feeling his hand become slippery around the beer can's condensation, Randy sat it down on the floor before straining his neck forward to see if Dylan was, in fact, in the den. "OHH...OHH.....DEAR..GOD....It's gotta be the Sun messing with my head..I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing," Randy dazedly muttered as he felt his knees begin to shake. What he was somehow watching was the 19 year old kid, who he had hired to work at his store, standing in the family den, assuming he had all the privacy in the world as he towered above a row of Lindsey family portraits. Randy could see Dylan rubbing his dick through the front of his cut-off shorts, the back of his kneading hand less than 6 inches away from an older picture of Paula Lindsey's face as her image unwittingly smiled back with a 'say cheese' expression. The look on Randy Lindsey's face however was much more genuine. His lazy eyes darted crazily back and forth in their sockets as he watched the way Dylan's arm muscles twitched and bulged in orchestral unison. Randy could also see the pipelike ridge growing along in the inside of Dylan's pants puff out the front of his shorts like an awakened snake as the boy continued to leeringly peer down at Paula's picture. "He's jacking off looking at my wife," Randy succienctly told himself, despite the fact he had no way of processing that reality. "...No....My....God..," he mouthed weakly as he watched the 19 year old's carnal self manipulations intensify. "Maybe you should..should..just walk back and leave it be," a weakened, almost sheepish voice inside Randy's head whispered. "But that's your wife he's standing there masturbating in front of," a tougher but still confused voice retorted. The surrealness of the situation combined with Randy's stunned reluctance to act, causing him to stand in place several feet from the entrance to the den, left to watch with sick fascination as the teenager palmed his cock through his pants in front of the photograph of Paula Lindsey's smiling face. The sound of Randy Lindsey's head pounding had been the only vibrations breaking the vaccum of silence in the hallway until he tried listening closer. When he did, he was sure he could hear the sound of Dylan's young powerful hand scrubbing his mighty prick through the rough fabric of his denim pants. "Do something you stupid sonofabitch," a desperate internal voice inside of Randy begged eventhough he was too numb to move. "UURRGGHHHH..YEEAAHH...AAHHHH..AARGGHH..YYEAHHH," Dylan suddenly began to become more vocal as he ground his crotch in front of Paula's photogenic face. Randy could see Dylan was on the verge of pulling down his shorts to free his erection but could sense the boy was so close to cumming, he didn't want to take a chance and lose the moment. "He's worried you might stumble in on him," the last vestige of Randy's self respect rambled eventhough deep down he knew even if he did make his presense felt in the den, it would probably do little to stop Dylan from getting what he had gone in there for. So on and on it went with Randy standing there watching helplessly from the hallway as his 19 year old employee lewdly masturbated himself closer to completion. Focused so intently with his burning, nearly teary eyes, Randy swore he could see every vieny ridge of Dylan's cock as his large hand blazed across the crotch of his bulging jeans. Randy could also see the fistlike head of Dylan's prick grow larger and larger each time his hand squeezed down harder on its virile girth. The older man had no clue what he would do when Dylan finally released his lust eventhough, like a paralysed man left to fend for himself on a vibrating set of railroad tracks, he knew it was coming. Randy's field of vision had been condensed down to a narrow tunnel of sight, focused so intensly on Dylan's hand ripping across his crotch that he nearly fell to the floor in shock when he saw the teenager's entire body clench. "He's ...about to.....Oh God..he's about to..cum," Randy winced in gutteral pain, his entire state of being ceasing operation for a brief moment as the teenager's body started to involuntarily tremble and quiver. Randy's legs turned to jelly as he watched Dylan go through his orgasmic gyrations. Kneeling down as if he were forced to pray in front of some sort of invisible alter, Randy stared on helplessly as the young man spewed his lust. Randy's gawking eyes had taken on a telescopic clarity as he fixated on the tentlike bulge straining out the front of Dylan's pants. Watching as the boy's hot, youthful gaze stayed locked intently on Paula Lindsey's framed face, Randy also swore he could see every propelled jet of Dylan's cum cause the front of his pants to expand out even further as he savagly grinded his pelvis back in forth in front of the woman's one diminsional image. The voyeuristic experience was so excruciatingly vivid for Randy that he was almost sure he could feel the wet swampy sensation Dylan was feeling at that same moment, inside of his own pants. It wasn't until Randy had quietly slumped back up the hallway and into the kitchen so Dylan wouldn't catch him that he realized the moist feeling inside of his pants wasn't imagined. "Did you just cum all over yourself?" a sickened voice asked from deep within his bowels. "Either that..or you just peed your pants," another horrified voice added as Randy sucked in deep breath after deep breath in an attempt to collect himself before Dylan emerged from the hall. If Randy though making small talk with the youngster had been difficult before, he simply had no clue how he was going to work side by side with him for the rest of the afternoon, with the potent image of the boy masturbating himself to completion in front of a picture of his very own wife running like a nonstop videoloop inside his head. _____________________________________ Over the course of the next few days and weeks, Randy Lindsey found himself walking around in a strange, sexually charged fog as the memory of what happened that Saturday with Dylan nipped continually at his pysche. Randy had even become reluctant to schedule Dylan at the store during the same times he knew he would be there for fear of the perpetual distraction. At home, Randy and Paula had drifted so far apart intimatly that it had become a momentus occassion if they had sex more than once a week. For reasons Randy was too uncomfortable to confront, he suddenly felt the urge to have sex with his wife every night. Rationally, he told himself that it simply took another man's attention to remind him of just how much he had once been attracted to her. But as Randy went about fucking Paula more than he had in years, he had become haunted by the constant visions of Dylan being there in the bedroom with them as the couple shared in their most personal of activities. If Randy was fucking Paula in the missionary position, he would invariably imagine Dylan kneeling beside her head, feeding the same his cock directly into her widely splayed mouth. If Randy was laying flat on his back allowing Paula to straddle his crotch, Randy couldn't resist imagining Dylan standing above the couple on the mattress, his legs arched widely out to each side as he forced his cock down Paula's throat, while all Randy could do was look up in dazed amazement. ___________________________________ The increased sexual pace went on between the two for the better part of the following month. Eventhough Paula Lindsey had asked herself on several occassions 'why' this change had come over her husband, she was old enough to know you didn't look a gift horse in the mouth if you wanted it to continue. Forging Manhood Ch. 01 Paula didn't even think it was unusual that after a rather explosive round of sex with Randy that he brought up Dylan Hyatt's name while they were laying side by side in bed making small talk. It had been earlier that day that Paula had finally been able to meet Dylan at the store when she stopped by to drop off a set of keys for Randy. Eventhough she had picked up on some sort of intangable tension when her husband introduced her to the young man, Paula simply chalked it up to the nervousness a lot of the employees had when their boss was around. Paula had been impressed by what she saw in Dylan however. He barely resembled the same malnourished 11 year old she remembered from 8 years earlier when her agency had been forced to remove Dylan and his little brother from the care of their crack addict mother. He had easily grown two feet taller since then and the way he had filled out physically and emotionally heartened Paula considering the horror stories she encountered with many of the children she dealt with as they progressed into adulthood. So the fact that Randy had brought Dylan's name up in their post orgamsic glow only made Paula feel better, allowing her in the middle of her sexual satisfaction to also bask in the glow of a rare professional success. __________________________________ About two months after Dylan's visit to the Lindsey house to help Randy put up the fence, the 19 year old boy knocked on his boss' door at work and asked if he could talk to the older man for a second. Being a manager for more years than he cared to remember, Randy's first reaction was Dylan was either about to quit or ask for a raise. "Yeah..Dylan..come on in..what's up?" Randy offered nervously. "Ah..thanks Mr. Lindsey," Dylan started as he took a seat directly across from his boss. "This is going to be hard to ask......It's kind of important and pressing." "What's going on?" Randy leaned his elbows down on top of his desk. "Well...I kind of got kicked out of the apartment I was living...I was staying with a friend until I could get enough for my own place..but with my cashflow being short..I just..I'm just kind of in a pinch," Dylan bluntly offered. "So you're asking for a raise?" Lindesy tried to finish Dylan's thought. "No...No...I know my probationary period here still isn't up..so I know that's out of the question..what I was kind of hoping was maybe you could give me a place to stay just for a few days until I made other arrangements," Dylan asked politly as he stared the older man directly in the eyes. "Geez...I don't know..I definatly have to run that by my wife..why did the guy throw you out in the first place?" Randy wondered out loud. "That's kind of a long story," Dylan started to squirm. " I kind of got involved with his girlfriend and the shit hit the fan." Randy's cock instantly started to harden as Dylan's words vibrated in his ears. For the first time in a while Randy was revisited by the memories of what he saw Dylan do to his wife's picture those weeks before in the den. Crossing his legs in a desperate attempt to keep his pubic swelling in check, Randy swung back and forth in his swivel chair as he contemplated the youngster's request. "I'll have to ....ask Paula," Randy stuttered as he tried to wet his suddenly parched throat...... Part 2 to follow.... Forging Manhood Ch. 02 Telling his wife Pauline about the pinch Dylan was in and the need for a place to stay wasn't easy for Randy. Knowing how picky she was about who came and went in the house, Randy was almost sure the answer would be 'no'. And Paula's initial response had in fact been just that, leaving Randy with the difficult task of trying to formulate a way to break the bad news to the 19 year old who had politly asked for his and his wife's help. Randy was seriously worried that he would probably lose one of his most dependable and sturdiest employees over it but he had always deferred to Paula when it came to matters concerning the house. A little over an hour after Paula's initial declaration of 'no' however, she approached her husband and sat down beside him in his recliner as he nursed a can of Old Milweakee. Randy's ears immediatly perked up as he felt Paula sit down to his right. Whether it had been her natural human instinct of caring or the fact that in some way she felt personally responsible for Dylan Hyatt's good health, Pauline Lindsey changed her mind and told her husband that it would be OK for the boy to stay for a few days until he got his life straightened out. It was exceedingly difficult in Paula's line of work not to develop some sort of 'guardian angel' complex with the children she helped along the way. When you rescue a youngster from a situation that had gotten so bad that the State needed to step in, it was natural to feel a connection and a duty to try and help that child find his or her legs in life, even years after the original meeting. Thus, the thought of putting Dylan on the street, eventhough he was now 19 and an adult, simply became too much of burden for Paula to deal with. ____________________________________ The very next night, when Randy arrived home from work at a little after 7, he brought with him his 19 year old stock boy, armed with only two overnight bags containing everything he owned. Paula had stayed up the better part of the entire night before getting the spare bedroom cleaned out for Dylan's brief stay and had in turn taken off early from work that afternoon to prepare a big dinner for Dylan's arrival. "You never cook like that for me," Randy friskily chided into Paula's ear before the couple sat down to eat. "Maybe if you promised to be gone a couple of days after I did...maybe I would," she snickered back. _____________________________________ Just like any couple when they have a stranger in the house, the Lindsey's became acutely aware of every breath they took and noise they made. In that vein, the rampant increase in Paula and Randy's sexual activity completly dried up during the first few days of Dylan's stay. Having been use to the nightly dose of gratifying release before going to sleep, husband and wife were left to lay side by side on their respective halves of the bed, quietly making small talk until drowsiness finally swept them away. Reverting back to old patterns, Paula spent a majority of time those late nights without sex alone in thought, rehashing her day at work, making plans for how to handle the next day, and for reasons she couldn't quite define, replaying the snipets of conversation she would have night to night with Dylan once he returned from the store with Randy. Having long gave up the hope of every having any children, it was almost like having a son home for a week or two from college. On the other hand, it was very cathartic for Paula as well to see that all of the stuff she tried to accomplish on the job wasn't a complete waste from the way Dylan had successfully made it to adulthood. Paula drifted off to sleep everynight that week with a proud smile on her face despite the fact that there was a gnawing sensation of something vaguely under the surface that she was missing as it pertained to Dyaln's presense in the house. Resting quietly beside his wife those first few nights of Dylan's stay, Randy Lindsey entertained vastly different thoughts before giving way to sleep. Having gotten use to getting his rocks off before bed as well, Randy found it increasingly difficult to contain his arousal with each passing night. While his wife rested beside him basking in the glow of her professional success to get her through those rompless nights, Randy laid to her left, stealing a peek at her face and body every once in a while, allowing his rekindled libido to imagine Dylan masturbating in his room down the hall, just as he had done so graphically in the Lindsey's den the day he came over to help with the fence. "I know he's in there doing it right now," Randy would frequently blather to himself as he pictured the boy's hulking frame standing beside the bed, whacking off right in front of Paula's real face instead of a picture of her like he had weeks earlier. "I bet his dick's standing straight up in the air right now and he's got that meaty hand wrapped tightly around it..and he's jacking it off really..really fast..." Randy would fantasize over and over while his wife dozed until the pressure got to be too much and he would peel away the covers and retire to his master bedroom's small bathroom to relieve the built-up pressure. "You're just being stupid," Randy would tell himself as he watched his released jism swirl around the bowl after flushing it down. "You had crushes and fantasies like that when you were his age too...it doesn't mean anything..Hell anyone looks good at that age when you get horny..Paula just happened to be in the right place at the right time...Its no big deal!" Randy would rationalize as he lugged his body back to bed and crawled under the covers with his wife after surviving another night without any real satisfaction for his building urges. __________________________________ By Dylan's fifth night in the house, it had become clear that he was planning on staying much longer than everyone had agreed upon. After nearly a full week without any real sexual contact to quench their appetitite, it was clear that Paula and Randy's nerves were each steadily fraying. Laying in bed on the fifth night of Dylan's stay, Randy rested underneath the covers beside his wife, his dick already half hard as he found himself inching his hand across her warm cotten nightgown, acting as if he was a nervous teenager trying to silently prod his girl into something indecent. "What are you trying to do?" Paula asked with feinged brevity, fighting off the same trapped urges as her husband was. "I'm about to burst..that's what," Randy replied as he slowly circled his opened hand around Paula's chest and belly. "Randy..I thought we talked about this at the beginning of the week..about you know..... Dylan overhearing us and all," Paula reminded her husband. "I know...I know," Randy sighed. "And it doesn't look like he's ready to leave anytime soon either..I dont know how much more of these quiet nights I can take..so come on..let me slide down under the covers..disappear for a while and see what I can do..come on Paula." Paula simply shook her head side to side, not having the will to resist her husband's offer to give her a dose of selfish pleasure. Cracking a relieved smile as he deftly snuck his head under the covers, Paula watched the bulge of Randy's head make an eager beeline for the fiery triangle between her legs. >From the moment Randy placed his face down on top of Paula's steaming crotch, his eyes nearly watered from the pungeant arousal that was flaring out. "OOOHHH...YEESS," Paula immediatly blurted, forgetting her own promise to keep quiet. Swirling his mouth like a frantic demon up and down his wife's flowering slit, Randy twisted his neck back and forth as he corkscrewed his tongue deep inside of her sticky sex. "UUMMPPHH," Randy gurgled, forced to breath through his nose as his mouth chewed at Paula's pink inner flesh. After all the years of marriage, Randy still never quite knew what to expect when he went down on her. Paula could often be lazy and cum quickly just to get it over with. Other times however, she would force Randy to work for what seemed like hours on end, selfishly making him lavish her until she was finally ready to let go. With Dylan's presense in the house, Randy's first instinct was that Paula would want to get it over with as quickly as possible without making it a grand production. After snaking and swerving his tongue through her vagina for a couple of minutes however, Randy got the feeling she might be digging in for the long haul. Bracing his hands out to each side of his body, Randy surfaced temporarily for air and sucked in two lungfulls of fresh oxygen before diving back down to continue his oral plundering. Paula was so enthralled by what her husband was doing, she had blindly shoved the weight of the covers down her body and lifted her nightgown up until her belly and breasts were completly exposed. Rolling her fingers through Randy's thinning brown hair, Paula sashayed her hips up and down on the mattress, using her vagina like another soft mouth to caress her husband's buzzing lips. With the covers now removed from his head and eyes, Randy's pupils were gradually able to adjust to the dark. After a few moments, Paula's writhing face came into view and Randy watched how her cheeks and lips flinched each time he snapped his teeth down gently around her clitoris. He could also feel his cock starting to harden against the mattress below as the pungeant nectar of his wife's vagina steadily crept down his throat. Almost as if Dylan Hyatt's imagined frame was a ghost that had suddenly materialized above him, Randy fixed his gaze directly up to Paula's face and felt his blood begin to boil at the fantasized sight of the teenager kneeling nakedly above his wife's gracefully twisting upper torso. "SHIT," Randy's muffled voice echoed from between Paula's parted legs, causing a gust of air to ripple hastily through her heated folds. "That's the last thing I needed to see," Randy mumbled internally as he stared at Dylan's imagined frame above Paula's face. "Suck it...come on Paula..suck it, " Randy found himself urging as he pictured the young man tapping his cock against his wife's flushed cheek. Speeding up the tight rotations his tongue was making inside her quim, Randy dove his entire face in and out of Paula's crotch until he could feel her fingernails start to pinch at his scalp. "Yes Randy...Oh..Yes.. Randy...OOHHHUUMMM...I'm gonna..I'm gonna...gun..gun..gonnacummmmm..YES..YES...YESSSSSSS," Paula whispered magically as her slightly sagging breasts started to shake wildly across her pale chest. Continuing his cuntlapping for as long as Paula's sensitivity would allow, Randy felt his mashed cock start to tighten against the mattress as hs wife roughly wrapped her fingers around his ears. "God..don't let me waste a nut like this..shit," Randy cringed internally when he felt his boiling cum slip free from his engorged peehole and spill messily down on top of the sheets below. While Paula's stewed in the juices of a hard earned orgasm, Randy found himself languishing on his belly, his wife's vaginal secretions coating his entire face as the same time his own warm and wasted ejaculate dried on the bottom of the bed. "DAMN," Randy muttered out loud, each one of the word's many meanings ringing true as he rubbed Paula's sweet, sticky release away from his lips. "God that was great Randy..I really needed that bad," Paula exhaustedly beamed as she lovingly patted her husband on the top of her head. Randy remained on his knees however, trying not to show any outward disappointment that he couldn't fuck Paula like he so desperatly wanted. "And I probably couldn't get it up again to try..even if she wanted..SHIT," Randy dejectedly cringed. "But there's still one thing left you can do.....," an internal voice whispered. Bending down, Randy planted several sweet and tender kisses on Paula's still trembling belly, trying to show her as much post coital intimacy as he could despite the fact that his own self esteem and sexual ego was failing. "I'm not done with you yet Darling, " Randy smiled cryptically up to his wife as he silently hatched the one plan he thought he never could. "Roll over and get on your stomach Paula...get comfy while I go into the kitchen and get us some water," Randy said quietly as he stood up and edged towards the bedroom door. "Don't wake Dylan," Paula reminded as she slowly turned her relieved body to the side so she could rest on her belly in expectation of Randy returning to give her one of the wonderful massages he often gave after sex. "I'll...I'll try not to," Randy replied as if he had a guilty lump in his throat. ____________________________________ Having been married to Randy for over 25 years, Paula instinctivly knew just how long it normally took her husband to return from the kitchen with something to drink after a sexual encounter. Resting on her belly, slipping in and out of a shallow sleep, Paula seemed to lose track of time as she patiently waited for Randy to return to give her the massage she was expecting. Allowing the comforting sound of her heartbeat to tap against the mattress below, Paula snuck a peek at the clock radio to see how long Randy had been gone. "Wonder what's keeping him?" Paula silently asked herself as she dozed off again for a moment. The answer to that question was after making an initial trip into the kitchen to splash a handfull of cold water across his face, Randy Lindsey found himself walking slowly back down the hall until his feet seemingly came to rest in concrete right in front of Dylan Hyatt's closed bedroom door. __________________________________ "Is that you Honey," Paula coyly asked as she nuzzled her cheek against her pillow. "Y...Yep," Randy answered as soberly as possible despite the fact that the sleepy but electrified presense of Dyaln Hyatt was standing directly beside him. "Then get over here and give me that massage before I fall asleep," Paula moaned contently. Standing just inside the doorway beside the man that had just awakened him, Dylan's head spun from the dreamlike reality that was confronting him. The question of 'why' Randy had woke him and invited him into his marital bedroom was simply something Dylan didn't want to face at that moment. All his 19 year old could do, as he stood there in nothing but a pair of bulging boxers, was brazenly fixate on the outline of Paula Lindsey's naked body on the bed while her hollowed eyed husband stared on like a zombie, to his left. The two men shared a silent but potent gaze as the sounds of Paula's breathing filled the master bedroom. Stepping up to his wife finally, as he had been asked to, Randy straddled his knees up onto the mattress and worked his way up to Paula's back before dropping both of his slightly trembling hands down on top of her relaxed shoulders. "MMMM...that's it Honey..," Paula beamed. "I could die happy right now. You didn't wake Dylan when you went to the kitchen did you?" "N..No..No I didn't...his bedroom door....was closed," Randy lied, turning his head slightly to see the teenage boy's towering frame looking on from behind. Randy could clearly see the front of Dylan's boxers through the hazy darkness and the way it looked as if a fully grown cucumber had been stuffed inside of it. The older man felt like his heart was bouncing on a pogo stick inside his chest as he watched the young stud crudely massage his burgeoning beast at the sight of Paula's prone body. "I'm gonna fuck your wife right in front of your sorry ass, "Dylan's eyes seemed to unflinchingly say to Randy before his boss turned forward to continue Paula's backrub. Giving Randy a few more moments to attend to his wife, Dylan finally nodded his head and assumed control over the situation, silently beckoning Randy Lindsey down off of his wife and to the left so he could approach her naked and waiting body. "Hey..Randy," Dylan said under his breath, stopping the older man before he took a step away from the bed. "Reach down and open up her cunt for me..show me her pussy." Reaching down as he was told, Rnady dipped his nervously tingling fingers into his wife's molten womb and stirred them around for Dylan's approval. "There it is," Randy's gaunt expression seemed to answer back to the waiting teenager as he felt a strange twinge of aroused remorse sizzle through his nucleai. "MMM..AAHH..RANDY..God that feels good..but I don't think I've got enough left in me for another go 'round..don't stop just yet though," Paula blindly cooed in return, flexing her feet out even further as her husband played with her pussy. The moist syrupy sounds of Randy's fingers slipping tenderly through Paula's vaginal folds luridly resonated inside Dylan and Randy's head as the content woman on the bed swam her legs back and forth on top of the covers. Randy could see in Dylan's eyes that the youngster was ready to live out a fantasy he had long been harboring. Watching Dylan stand excitedly in place at the foot of the bed, stalking his prey like a caged animal, Randy felt his insides twist at the inevitable prospect that his life was about to change forever. Instinctivly knowing the next hour would inexorably alter the perception of his quarter century long marriage, Randy cast one last look at the tentlike bulge inside Dylan's shorts and knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. "I'm ready to fuck her," Dylan quietly motioned to Randy. "Get her up on her knees with her tail in the air so I can ram my cock inside of her." "But..she just said..she didn't think she could handle..," Randy eyes seemed to weakly remind Dylan, to no avail. With that, Randy dug his left hand between the crevice of his wife's parted thighs and used his right to gently nudge her torso off the mattress and up onto her hands and knees. "Come..come on Baby..just one more time tonight," Randy stuttered, trying to convince his wife to allow him to guide her up for a few more carnal moments. "Get up on your knees Paula..I promise I'll make it quick." "MMM...You sure.....I don't know what I have left," Paula mumbled eventhough the weeklong deprivation of sex she had endured was slowly bringing her body off the bed, and into the desired position Randy was insisting upon. A wry smile spread across Dylan's face when he saw the way Paula awkwardly shifted her weight off the mattress and up into a kneeling position so that her small, apple shaped behind rocked high in the air, less than two feet in front of him. "That's more like it," Dylan grinned over to Randy before nodding his head once last time in a clear gesture that he was now in charge of his boss' bent over and waiting wife. Perched on her knees, completly unaware her life was about to turn on a dime, Paula was too exhausted to even swivel her head around to watch who she thought was her husband, get ready to mount her. Instead, Randy was drifting back into the shadows of the bedroom, trying his best to remove himself from the situation as Dylan stepped out of his boxers and crawled up onto the bed behind Paula's waiting ass. Randy Lindsey had no idea what to expect when he impulsivly gave into the temptation that had been building inside of him over inviting Dylan into his bedroom. From the moment he bowed his head and finally stepped aside however, allowing the 19 year old to assume control, an all encompassing feeling of helplessness and trivialality descended upon the happily married man. "It's like I'm not even here," Randy shook his head as he watched Dylan swing his bobbing cock towards the glowing target of Paula's shiny quim. Randy felt as if the floor beneath his feet had literally given way when he watched Dylan Hyatt's pelvis press forward and the head of his pulsing monster directly against the opening of Paula's cunt. Forging Manhood Ch. 02 "She has to know there's a difference," Randy lucently imagined, seeing the clear difference in size and girth between his and Dylan's cock. And that she did. From the instant the teenager nudged his manhood up to the pouty entrance of Paula's already licked womb, she looked as if she was kneeling on top of a roller coaster car without being strapped in. "OHH..SHIT," the married woman grimaced into the pillow under her mouth, shivering helplessly on her elbows as the stabbing pain of Dylan's erection split her down the middle. "OHHHFUCK..RANDY," Paula unsteadily quivered, still clueless it wasn't her husband taking possession of her sex from behind. "HUH," Dylan nonchalantly laughed at the married woman's mistake. Pressing forward even further, Dylan felt his cock throb mightily from the sight of Paula's knees shaking on top of the mattress along with the way the flesh of her inner thighs quivered as he slowly seesawed his girth in and out of her offered up cunt. "AHHHH..Randy..what is that..a dildo your fucking me with..God...whatever it is..it feels...OH SHIT IT FEELS GOOD..SHIT..I LOVE IT .....YESSSSS," Paula babbled incoherantly, the whole time totally unaware that her husband was standing in the background, feeling as useless as a dusty book on a long forgotten shelf as the young stud had his way with her. Crouched in the ultimate position of power behind Paula, riding her like a broken down horse on top of the bed, Dylan sucked in deep breath after wicked deep breath, patiently waiting for the cowering woman below to finally turn around and see that it wasn't her husband doing the damage behind her. "She's too exhausted to even look up," Dylan assumed correctly as he visually savored the exquisite way Paula's rubbery pink cunt clung like a perfect fist around the substancial girth of his cock. Gritting his teeth together as he made the bed creak under his plowing weight, Dylan couldn't help but take a moment to reflect on the lunacy of the situation he had found himself in. Feeling a tangible aura of power course through his body as he deliberatly speared the older woman's pussy, all Dylan could do was shake his head as he remembered how Paula Lindsey had been one of the first women he had gotten a wet dream thinking about during his formative years. After surviving the roller coaster ride of his adolesense and losing touch with Paula's memory, being re-introduced to her in such a graphic way had rekindled a spark of sexual curiousity that he wasn't about to extinguish anytime soon. At some point during his stay at the Lindsey house, Dylan had made the conscious decision that he would make some sort of move on Paula before he left. The fact that her own husband had summoned him to their bedroom had been complelty unexpected. Feeling the married woman's tight cunt flinch and quiver each time he slammed the head of his dick against the backwall of her womb, Dylan worked his hands down the length of Paula's arched back until he could wrap his fingers into her sweaty brown hair. Seductivly twisting his fingers through the strands of Paula's hairdo, Dylan wrenched his arms backwards, causing the older woman's head and neck to flare back slightly. "I'm gonna make her look at me..I'm gonna wait until just the right moment..just as she's getting ready to cum..then I'm gonna jerk her head back and make her turn her head to see who's actually treating her cunt like this," Dylan matter of factly planned. Stealing a quick peek over his right shoulder at Randy standing in the shadows, Dylan could see that Paula's naked husband had regained an erection. "Holy...Shit," Dylan thought to himself as he glared at the older man squeezing and tugging his aroused penis at the sight of Dylan ramming his loving wife from behind. Dylan could sense from the visible way Paula's knees were wobbling beneath her that she was on the verge of letting go. "Wait ..till..just..the ...right..second," The teenager patiently gleamed, keeping the furious pace of his fuck motions on overdrive. "..Your..Your getting too loud..Randy..the bed..the bed..its making too...much..noise," Paula periously warned, worried that the rough thrusts she thought her husband was making into her boiling snatch would be heard by Dylan down the hall. Hearing his wife's plaintiff cries, all Randy Lindsey could do was blush and jack off harder as the sexually rabid young man on the bed drove Paula over the edge. "OH..GOD...I'M GONNA CUMMMM.....OOOOHHH...CCCCCUUMMMMMM...YYYEESSSZZZZZZZZZSSSHHIITTT," Paula screamed an instant later, wrapping her mouth frantically around the pillow below to muffle her delirious shrieks of release. "Damn right your cumming," Dylan wantonly spat down as he cinched his fingers around the base of his cock to keep himself from blowing his load just yet. "ARRGGHH...AAAHH...ARGGHH..AAHHHH," Paula babbled over and over, her entire body convulsing on the bed as the violent sounds of Dylan slamming his crotch into her behind rippled endlessly through the air. After nearly a minute long orgasmic display, a completly petered out Paula lost all muscle control and collapsed into a face down heap on the disjointed sheets below. Dylan simply followed Paula's weight down, keeping his still rigid cock burrowed inside of her as he pressed his massive chest down against her shoulders. "You've never..ever..fucked me like that Randy..Holy Shit," Paula muttered weakly. "I can't move anything." Dylan stole a quick glance behind him and saw that Randy had, in fact, came watching the way his wife had melted under the sexual torrant of another man. Noticing the glistening hue that dotted the tip of Randy's deflating penis, Dylan once again turned his attention to Paula below and decided it was finally time to reveal his identity. "Open your eyes," Dylan huskily ordered down, making sure to keep his cock snug inside of Paula's still quivering womb. Too exhausted to string together more than two words already, Paula's tongue became all but useless when her eyes adjusted to the all-encompassing presense of Dylan Hyatt's sweaty body pressing down on top of her. "Oh..Oh........Oh," the naked woman winced like an animal caught in a snare, still unable to keep her shaken and swollen vagina from repeating its rapid constrictions around the surprise invader. Unable to process the sudden shock of what she was witnessing, Paula lowered her teary face back into the pillow below and told herself over and over she was having some sort of vivid and sick nightmare. "Damn," Dylan thought to himself, now realizing the full extent of the power he held over the situation. "She can't even look at me...wonder how she'd freak if she saw her husband standing behind me with his dick out..right after he came watching me fuck her?" ___________________________________ If Paula had seen the sight of Randy the way Dylan had, she would have probably broke down in tears. Randy Lindsey was standing halfway between the bedroom door and the foot of the bed, his deflated and spent cock dangling down from his crotch like a small, raw and reddish sausage as he tried to balance himself of his weary legs. Lindsey felt his heart nearly stop when Dylan raised his weight off the top of Paula's back and made himself comfortable beside her. "His cock's still hard as a rock," Randy noted wonderously, sensing from the look in the boy's fiery eyes that he wasn't quite through for the night. Looking down into Paula's eyes as Dylan carefully turned her over onto her back, Randy felt his spine shiver from the expression of unmittigated awe and exhaustion on his wife's bedazzled face. The fact that Paula's pussy was gaping open and her titties shook noticably across her chest each time her heart beat also registered inside Randy's confused and sexually tortured mind. Feeling an overwhelming need to go over and comfort his confidant of over a quarter century, Randy slowly approached the side of the bed as Paula drunkenly watched him emerge from the darkened catacombs of the room. ___________________________________ A minute or so passed with Dylan sitting on the edge of the bed watching Randy try to approach Paula. All the married couple could do was stare at each other silently, their eyes communicating more than their words ever could. Sometime during the course of Paula and Randy's wordless conversation, Paula's tired but wandering eyes drifted down the length of the bed towards where Dylan was sprawled out. Allowing his eyes to follow his wife's curious gaze, Randy quickly realized she was trying to focus upon the teenager's still unquenched prick. A sick sixth sense that the rest of the night, and perhaps his entire marriage, might be in limbo crashed with a ghastly thud into Randy Lindsey's belly as he stood frozen beside his wife. Randy watched the way Paula's pupils danced in the dark at the hazy sight of Dylan Hyatt masturbating his cock for her approval. Without realizing it, his wife and Dylan had made a silent telephathic decision that Randy wasn't allowed in upon until his 19 year old employee spoke up. "Do you really want HIM to?" Dylan cryptically asked, squeezing his cock hard inside his palm as the married woman subtly rocked her chin up and down........... Part 3 coming soon Forging Manhood Ch. 03 The duel sounds of Randy's heart throbbing and Paula's lungs crying out for air mingled in the electrically charged air of the Lindsey bedroom as the man of the house tried to grasp what his wife was silently hinting at. His eyes fully adjusted to the dark now, Randy swiveled his neck back and forth as he stared at his wife's awestruck and exhausted eyes as she gazed back and forth between her husband's face and the still erect slab of jutting meat between Dylan's muscular legs. "No," Randy's lazy eyes seemed to beg despite the fact that he could see the look of drained determination on her sweaty face. "I did that for you," Paula's wanton expression seemed to insinuate. "Now you do this for me." "You've already embarrassed and compromised yourself enough by letting this happen," Randy muttered privatly as he filled with a deluge of internal strife. "You just let one of your employees sleep with your wife..right in front of you..and she liked it..liked it a lot....and now they want you to do..to do...this..you can't..you just...can't," the last hints of Randy's inner strength spoke up. "But you've started down that slippery slope you sonofabitch...there's no way you can stop it now..you've completly lost control and there's no way to get it back," a defeated voice retorted quickly as Randy stared back and forth once more at his naked wife and Dylan. It was then that the sexually charged teenager seemed to finally grasp what was developing between husband and wife. Gripping his cock tightly by its ungodly thick base, Dylan began pumping it once again in expectation was what his boss was about to do. "This is too fuckin' unreal," the youngster shook his head, beginning to fill with sick curiousity, wondering what it was going to feel like when Randy Lindsey's mouth descended into his crotch while Paula excitedly looked on. Feeling the remnants of Paula's moisture cling to his cock like slick honey as he jacked it up and down, Dylan felt a nuclear dose of adrenaline explode through his synapses when he contemplated the reality that Randy was about to put his mouth around his cock and suck off his wife's vaginal juices. Subtly spreading his muscular legs further apart on the bed, Dylan gave the older man an inviting pathway towards the most demeaning thing he would ever do. With the look of a condemned man headed for the gallows, Randy nervously slid his weight across the disjointed covers until he was less than a foot away from Dylan's opened legs. Randy was so close now that he could clearly smell the intermingled fluids that were glistening on Dylan's stalk and he felt his stomach turn realizing he was about to taste that very thing. Trying his best to work up the courage to take the final downward plunge, Randy looked at his wife once more and felt his blood run cold when he saw the look of unrelenting lust and desire in her glassy eyes. Extending his left leg straight out on the bed, Dylan planted his right foot down on the floor as Randy Lindsey tentativly lowered his face down. "D..Damn," Dylan mouthed, feeling an awkward and unsteady wave of sensation burst through each one of his nerve fibers as he allowed another man's lips to touch his cock for the first time. Keeping his eyes trained tightly on Paula's amazed face, Dyaln was desperate to moniter her expression as she watched her husband's head bob up and down on his straining jock. "Fuck this feels weird," Dylan wonderously hummed to himself as he freely allowed his boss to skiddishly swirl his lips and tongue over his throbbing genitalia. "Yess..that's it," the teenager gasped down approvingly. "Show your wife just how good of a cocksucker you can be." Dylan felt the blood that was already causing his cock to jut proudly up into the air start to burn with stinging arousal when he saw Paula lower her right hand between her legs and tenderly massage her swollen pussy after he had verbally egged on Randy's cocksucking efforts. "Look at that Mr. Lindsey..don't take your mouth off my joint..just shift your head to the side a little and look at the way your wife is friggin' herself at what your doin' to me," Dylan crudely suggested. Dylan immediatly felt a tangible gust of air ripple out from Randy's gaping mouth, bathing his genitals in a warm rush of exhaled force when the older man's eyes latched on to what Paula was doing with herself. "Suck it harder for her, Randy," Dylan commanded, noticing at the same time that his boss' cumcaked cock was starting to become erect once again between his shaken legs. "Shit..this is unbelievable," the teenager snickered as he felt the twinges of his frothy seed beginning to boil inside of his balls for the second time of the night. "He's really getting into it Paula," Dylan whispered. "Look at the way his lips are stretched all around it ....and Paula..look at the way the viens in his neck are straining..sure looks like he's trying to suck my cock dry!" Dylan could see Paula's eyes widen with erotic anticipation as he continued to shove his dick in and out of her husband's trembling mouth. For just a moment, Dylan was sure he was going to empty his stored up lust directly down the cowering man's throat, but at the last possible instant, Dylan clamped his hand around the base of his meaty beheamouth and with a violent tug, pulled it free from Randy Lindsey's oral grip. "I'm not gonna waste my big load down your mouth," Dylan gruffly sneered down to a strangly crestfallen Randy. "I think I'm gonna stick it back up your wife's pretty cunt and leave my cum deep inside of her..if you want some bad enough...maybe she'll let you lick it out when I'm done." "You did do a good job Randy..no question about that..look at how hard you got my dick and look at the shiny way the whole thing is glistening right now," Dylan chided as he allowed himself to wallow in perverse joy at the older man's dazed embarrassment. "Tell you what Randy..you did such a good job sucking my cock and getting it hard.....and from the looks of things..you're back hard again yourself...look at that beautiful wife of yours laying beside us...think she deserves a DP..come on..you up for it?" "I..I don't think I have...anything...left...." Randy stuttered nervously at the prospect of joining the young stud in his proposed endeavor. "Ah...come on," Dylan barked back, before reaching over to massage his fingers through Paula's humid vaginal fleece. "The way you jacked off over there in the corner watching Randy...come on..you know you want to feel what it feels like to have your cock buried in Paula's ass while I'm thrusting it in and out of her pussy...look at that cunt right now.....look at how puckered out it is..its gaping open so far you can almost see her tonsils..you know she deserves to have it filled with cum and since you've already wasted all of yours..why don't you just climb underneath her and let me do what.. your... wife..wants..me ..to...do!" "Do you want us to DP you Mrs. Lindsey?" Dylan suggestivly asked as he danced his fingers over top of Paula's engorged clit. "MMMPPHH...AAHHHH...AAHHH," Paula gurgled back, her body shimying on the bed as if Dylan was manipulating her by remote control. "Yeah..I thought so...go ahead and stroke that cock of yours Randy while I keep playing with your wife's cunt....get it all hard again and we'll get started," Dylan gleamed. Watching Paula's eyes shift back and forth in the hazy darkness, Dylan knew she was focusing on both his and Randy's cock, trying to get a mental picture of how it was going to feel having them both inside of her. Looking as if she had briefly turned to stone when Randy eased up beside her and nervously kissed her on the cheek and shoulder, Paula had no clue just how close to tears her husband really was as he carefully eased her up onto her side so he could take his place, as Dylan had ordered, underneath her. A famished gasp of empty exhaustion hiccuped from Paula's mouth when she felt her husband's body slide underneath her. Eventhough she had clearly heard Dylan's intended plan of DP'ing her with Randy, her mind was simply too blitzed to process just what it meant to her already ravaged body. The clarity and simple primal purpose of Dylan's intentions were made perfectly clear however when she felt Randy's sneak his fingers between her sweaty white asscheeks. "God Randy," She gasped. "We haven't done it..there..in almost a year..are you sure you wanna go through with this?" Randy Lindsey didn't answer, knowing it was fruitless to put up any sort of obstacle as Dylan, cock in hand, crept closer on the mattress. "I really don't have a choice," Randy cringed internally as he forced his erect but spent prick towards the tight rubbery target of Paula's rectum. "Randy..you'll never get it in..you never do after you've already cum," Paula correctly guessed to herself as she felt Dylan's weight begin to crush down on top of her chest. Dylan reached over and took a long, slow sip from the glass of water Randy had brought from the kitchen as he broodingly waited for his boss to get his cock inside of Paula's ass. Rubbing his prick with his right hand to keep it ready to enter the married woman, Dylan had to fight the urge to laugh out loud at each of Randy's failed attempts to enter his wife. "Get it in there Randy..come on...I'm starting to get that buzz again sitting here staring at your wife's shiny cunt.....I know you can smell it from down there just how turned on she is..get that cock of yours shoved up her behind quick ..I'm gonna fuck her whether your inside of her or not," Dylan soberly warned. True to his word, Dylan gave Rady another falied attempt to anally enter his wife before leaning forward and spreading the married woman's legs wide on top of the bed. "I gave you all the chance in the world to get inside of her Randy..your loss..you're just gonna have to lay underneath her while I climb on top and fuck the shit out of her pussy again..you'll just have to wait it out until I'm through," Dylan offered as he prepared to enter Paula's steaming vagina for the second time. ____________________________________ Disorientation had enveloped Paula to the point where she was having difficulty discerning what was real around her. Having lost track of time and space in the swirling malaise of her conflicted thought, she somehow knew that her husband was laying beneath her eventhough she couldn't see him. Paula felt as if someone had just wrecked havoc with her pussy, ramming it continually with a molten jackhammer eventhough the tool's owner had initially removed it several minutes earlier. "Spread your legs Paula," she heard the towering teenage boy above her mutter down. as she tried to somehow regain her bearings. Having given up hope that Randy was going to be able to penetrate her asshole with his now deflating cock, Paula turned her full attention up to Dylan, spreading her legs wide, as ordered, so he could forcefully re-enter her and hopefully make the burning itch of her now uncapped lust go away. "OHH..Jesus....Christ," Paula wailed out disjointedly, squirming magically from the strange sensation of being trapped between two mens' superheated bodies. "Yeahhhh..you feel that Paula," Dylan hissed as he guided the mushroom shaped head of his penis against the still rooted out opening of the married woman's snatch. "How about you down there Randy..feel the way your wife's body shivered when I put my dick inside of her again?" "Its a shame Randy you couldn't keep your dick up long enough to get it in her ass..I was sure hoping you could loosen her up a little for me..I think I'm gonna roll her over after I blow my load in her cunt and maybe try showing her what a real assfuck is like," Dylan continued to taunt down to his buried boss. "Is that OK with you Paula?" Dylan gruffly whispered down to the writhing woman below. "UUMM...AAAHH...MMMHUMM," Paula moaned breathlessly, feeling her body rock between her husband and Dylan's sweaty chests. "Come on then Paula..get those legs of yours up into the air..why don't you wrap them around my waist for a while so I can fuck the living bejesus out of you," Dylan crassly demanded. Dylan cast a salivating grin and pressed his body all the way forward when he felt Paula's pale and weakened legs rise up and tightly hug his back. With the older woman's entire body now wrapped around him like a boa constrictor, Dylan deftly guided his hands underneath the small of Paula's back and raised her a full 6 inches into the air as he ground his prick ever deeper inside her pussy. Holding her suspended in mid air above her husband's awestruck face, Dylan proceeded to ram his crotch into Paula's pubic V with brutal effeciency until he crudely dropped her limp weight back down on top of Randy, causing him to temporarily lose his breath. "Don't move Randy..just lay there 'til I make your wife cum again," Dylan sneered down as he roughly speared his dick deep into Paula's searing vagina. "And this time..I think I'm finally gonna bust my nut too!" Placing each of his hands down to Paula's side, Dylan powerfully braced himself above the writhing woman as he anxiously ground his prick into her flaming womb. "GGRR..YYEEAHH...AARRGGHH....YYEAAHHFUCK!!," the rabid teenager groaned incessantly, feeling the joyous sensation of his long awaited release beginning to boil and rise once again inside his testicles. Dylan could hear each of Paula's brutal exhales ripple out of her throat like the report of a rifle each time he slammed his pelvis down on top of hers, until her gutteral moans of pleasure were nearly continuous. "Yeah..why don't you cum again Paula..yeah..cum right there on top of your husband's chest and if you squeeze that cunt hard enough..maybe I'll fill it with my fresh hot and scalding cum..hmmm..is that what you want...I've been waiting to slam my cock deep inside of you for a very long time Mrs. Lindsey..you think you're ready for what its got boiling inside of it?" Dylan crudely asked the woman he had long fantasized about fucking. Easing one hand behind his back to make sure Paula's legs were securly wrapped around his waist, Dylan angled his pelvis upwards until his rapid, jackhammer thrusts were smacking against her G-spot and clitoris simultaniously. "OHHH..DEARRR...GGOODDDD," Paula wailed. "It feels like a nuclear bomb is about to go off inside of me...AAAHHHHH...MMMM...FFFUUCCKKKK!" The grunting noises perculated up from Randy's mouth as well as the weight of the two sweaty and grinding people on top of him pressed down on his chest, causing the room to sound as if a perverted sexual choir had taken hold. Dropping his head down between Paula's cleavage, Dylan roughly wrapped his mouth around each of the woman's titties, devouring as much of her breasts as he could into his mouth as he continued to slam his crotch into Paula's quaking sex. "UHHH..UHHHH..UUHHHH...I"M GONNA CUM AGAINNNN.........GAAWWDD...YESSSSSSSSSS," Paula shrieked out as her body began to convulse wildly between Dylan and Randy's sandwiching presense. Digging her fingernails manically into the young man's sweaty back, Paula's head started to swoon and her orgasming vagina started to choke crazily when she felt Dylan's cock tighten inside of her. "Cum inside me....please....Dylan......Cum inside me," Paula tearfully begged, completly losing touch of her husband's feelings as he laid beneath. "UUMMPPHHHH......GGRRRUUMMMPPHHHHH," Dylan croaked loudly, raising his mouth from Paula's saliva drenched titflesh at just the same instant the initial scalding jet of his boiling jism sprayed like hot white glue from his rigid and jerking monster. "FUCK I'M CUMMING," Dylan grunted savagly, ramming his cock with blinding speed into Paula's gaping quim until he could feel his vengeful seed pooling inside of her. The sounds of "ummpphh" also trickled free from Randy's lips as he fought the crushing weight of the orgasming pair on top of him. Just as Randy thought his experience couldn't get any worse, he started to feel the sticky and oozing residue of Dylan's cum slowly leak free from his wife's womb and cover his own crotch. "Oh..God," the married man shook his head bitterly, unable to resist visualizing the sight of Dylan's churning cock causing wave after wave of steaming cum to ooze to the surface and leak down like a clingy white paste to his own petered out genitals. ___________________________________ Like three cars trying to disengage after a messy crash, Dylan, Paula and Randy each pulled their bodies apart and tried to regain their bearings. Words were briefly impossible for any of the three to use as they caught their breath in the darkness of the room. Paula's quenched eyes rolled around in their sockets as she tried mustering the courage to look over at her silent husband. Unable to do that, she cast a weary gaze in the other direction, over at Dylan, who was once again tapping at his half deflated cock, in a crude but definitive gesture that he could get it up again anytime he wanted. "I still plan on fucking that ass tonight Paula," Dylan matter of factly said, breaking the eerie silence in the room. "Get your breath Randy..then I want you to get your wife up on her knees..then I want you to stick your finger up her ass and loosen her up for me," Randy continued, as he stared over at the naked and spent married couple. "I know how a woman reacts when I start to slam my cock into her asshole...I don't really think you could handle being in the room to see it..get her nice and loose for me..then why don't you just go back down the hall and sleep in my room for the night..you'll be able to hear every scream and cry coming out of Paula's mouth but at least you wont have that memory in your head to see for the rest of your life." With that, Dylan looked down at Paula's face and saw that Randy's wife didn't have the strength, or the will, to deny the fact that she wanted to spend the rest of the night with her newfound teenage lover. Several moments of awkward paralysis passed between husband and wife until a defeated and dejected Randy eased up onto his rickety knees and started making his way towards the bedroom door, stealing one last look at Dylan and Paula on the bed and feeling a cold chill run down his spine as he contemplated what the two would do while he laid awake in the spare bedroom down the hall....... The End for now...thanks everyone for reading...