"Mark! Please… stop… stop!" Jean feebly moaned, edging close and placing her hand on his taut buttock, the mere feel of his furious vibrance almost instantly pregnant with meaning to her! He was punishing her… and… and she deserved it! Yes… yes… both of them deserved whatever he chose to do to them she lucidly reasoned, her eyes abruptly transfixed on Carol's hesitant response to Mark's command. She watched her best friend slowly raise and draw back her slender tapered legs, lifting the helplessly vulnerable vaginal opening between them up hesitantly toward the blood-swollen head of her husband's hugely throbbing cock!

Mark moved further up over her, locking his arms behind her uplifted legs and forcing her calves high up over his shoulders, his muscular thighs tight against the smooth white flesh of her tautened, wide-spread buttocks. She gasped out beneath him, her flattened breasts trying to heave upward with her sudden intake of fearful breath.

"Oh God, Mark, please! You'll kill me this way! Please… don't do it to me like this… not at first…!" Carol gasped, desperately raising her head to gape down between them at his thick, fiercely threatening cock!

"I had killing you with it in mind, bitch!" he obscenely leered, flicking his hips mockingly forward to stab at the sensitive pink flesh of her nakedly exposed cuntal mouth with the blunt, rubbery head of his angry hardness. She winced, whimpered, then tremored all over at his teasing jabs, crying out louder when the smooth, swollen tip slithered upward to splay through the sensuously moistened flesh and torment the tiny, erect bud of her clitoris! "How does this little game strike you for fuck-openers, Carol baby?"

"Oh… oh… oohhhh! Damn you…!" she uncontrollably groaned to the tormenting of her quivering nerve-plexus beneath his hotly massaging cock-head.