Blatantly

Mark smiled with pleasure, his hands sliding up the sides of Mary’s body, revealing their rutting wasn’t just a result of him pulling her body back into his.

But also Mary fucking back into him.

Mary shook her head no, felt embarrassment course through her body like a flushness. As Mark grabbed her upper arms she was mortified, yet delighted to feel the pull. The strength of her man hoisting and cantilevering her chest up, pulling her free from the pillow.

Exposing her. Mary threw her head back in a cry of delight, grateful, yet not understanding the pleasure of the exposure.

Karl’s jaw dropped as he watched the pornographic stunt, he couldn’t pull his attention away as his eyes took it all in. The swing of Mary's breasts as Mark continued to ram into her, the skyward arch of her body, the flush of red across her neck and chest, the half lidded needy gaze every time she lowered her face to see her audience still present, Before averting it in pleasure or embarrassment at her diminishing modesty.

God she was a slut. God she loved being watched, Mary admitted in her thoughts, reluctantly, and delightedly.

Mary’s half lidded eyes grew wider, and more focused as she panted and moaned now watching out her room door at her audience, her mind enraptured not just by the unrelenting plateau of her and Mark fucking, but how perfectly her mother’s nude body looked wrapped around Karl from behind, her hands up under his baggy shirt, was her mom reaching into his pants?

God this is all so wrong. Mary thought for a moment before the next unbidden thought responded. But so fucking hot.

Mary wanted to shake her head no, to call out for this all to stop. But she couldn’t help but want to see the fucking of her mother from that dream manifest into the real world. Some dark foreboding feeling eager to bring it on. Growing off the idea surfacing in conscious thought in Mary's mind.

Karl ground back against Lydia unsure of what to do, feeling her palm, and run her hands across the sides of his body from behind. Her body keeping him from backing away, finding distance, turning away, or seeking some out from the gravity consuming his attention. “Sshh… Just watch.” Lydia whispered into Karl’s ear, kissing down his neck, as her hands slipped up his shirt, feeling across his bare skin.

The Idol pulsed and glowed, feeding itself and growing the roots of its corruption deeper into those it had seeded itself into the minds and souls of.

Sarah was bent over the edge of her bed, Trevor pushing her down as he crashed into her ass with slow, deliberate ****., the sound of their flesh amusing them as they sought to rush their fucking to apex before their son’s might come back. Perverse thoughts of their dreams clawing at the reality grounding them, feeding desire to do this, and watch as others fucked around them. The urgent need to fuck their arousal out of their system suddenly surged, flashflooding any concerns their sons might come home away with a need to fuck more, fuck harder, fuck louder.

Jeb and Dorothy were locked in a 69. Delighting in the taste of each other’s revived virility. Little was their awareness of how long they’d been fooling around. Or how much smoother and youthful their bodies had become through their actions.

So engrossed were they on seizing the momentum, the surge, and taste of youth. They didn’t dare to think, to question, or even stop. Jeb and Dorothy both bore increasingly lewd thoughts of including any interference in their acts, the growing desire of a threesome making them each wonder if they could keep going until their next personal support worker visit.

The long years of monogamy increasingly diluted with thoughts of who else could they try fucking given the opportunity.

Daniela’s boyfriend didn’t get the chance to get a word in edge wise as she barged into his apartment. Her clothes where ripped off with an impatient aggression he couldn’t have anticipated or respond to as she forcefully pinned him down and stripped him.

Her only response to any words from him a simple commanding, “Shut up. I need this.” Or “Just fuck me.”

Any hesitation he had was quickly banished as he basked in the strangely enhanced pleasure and arousal as Daniela eagerly began sucking his cock upon its first exposure. His mind at a loss of whether it was her enthusiasm, or some new skill with her tongue that made the experience inexplicably more intense than any other time she’d had his cock in her mouth.

Stella was flat on her back, struggling to fuck herself rigorously with a cucumber. Staring at her baby monitor praying for a nap to last as she bit hard into a pillow to mute herself. She wanted to question the sudden arousal overcoming her, as she squirmed in her clothes, questioning why she was even dressed.

Trying to ignore the dark wishes for someone to just find her this way, and ravage her.

Abe had stepped into the locked room, leaning back against the door, turning the lights out his imagination grasped for the images, the experience of his dream last night. He knew he shouldn't, something inside him said he should resist, but he couldn't. He thought it was all he was mortified he might get caught, but couldn’t control the sudden need, the impulse. They strangely exciting thought that if he went home right now, he might find his parents fucking in the apartment. Why did his brother suggest the idea? Why did he find it so enticing?

God it was messed up how much it excited him. But he couldn’t help himself, as the Idol’s influence not only had taken root in him, but had him well within the growing sphere of its influence in the real world.

Mei fidgetted on the bus ride home, finding a strange excitement and arousal with each bump and turn of the bus that inevitably bumped its crowded student passengers into one another. Her distance from the Idol was dampening its impact and influence over her on her journey home. Leaving little more than arousal and lingering thoughts of the many tales she heard of students like her being sexually assaulted on crowded trains.

Mei rubbed her legs together, suddenly questioning having worn pants instead of a skirt that might invite at least lewd thoughts, if not some chikan pervert within her proximity. God she needed to get home...

Mandy swung around the pole, throwing her head back and rubbing her pussy against it through the sparse fabric of her thong. She tried not to think of how much she felt the need to fuck, how strangely tonight felt different, the idea of being watched like some piece of meat unusually alluring.

Or was she being observed, like some bird performing a courtship display, being rated on appearance, vitality, enticement. A display meant to trigger the descent of mates eager to breed her. Mandy was grateful for working the early shift, and the stage lights obscuring just how full the club might be beyond the front stage row.

Moving through the motion of her well practiced performance she grinned wildly into the audience beyond the stage. God she was going to have a hard time with private dances tonight.

Mike leaned hard on the receiving counter chatting with Alisha after a long day working in the warehouse. Chatting casually with her he couldn’t help but think of how her chocolate brown eyes would look gazing up into his while she sucked on his cock.

Trying to dismiss the uncalled for sexual thought he couldn’t help but think of shelving the idea to jerk off to when he got home.

Home. Suddenly the sexual arousal grew more potent. He tried to banish his arousal his thoughts creeping to his strange dream last night, and the damning orgy he had been part of in it. Heeding the call of the idea he set about trying to leave work early, dismissing initial thoughts of what maintenance might be awaiting his return home.

As he focused more on thoughts of trying to get his arousal banished.

Billy was waiting standing on his ground floor balcony looking out onto the parking lot, shirt unbuttoned, belt half undone watching as Ruth got home and parked her car.

“Hurry up! Get in here Bat!” He hollered crazy as she got out crassly as she emerged from her car.

“Jeez.. What’s gotten into you?” She whined grabbing her jacket and approaching the door.

“I’ve had a need to get my cock wet waiting for you to get home.” Billy bluntly replied as Ruth came towards the balcony door, his wife pausing to gasp and look around.

“Billy! What might the tenant’s think!” Ruth scolded, quickly hustling inside as she watched her husband drop his pants and flinging his shirt away.

“What’s if Mikey comes home?” Ruth asked eyeing her husband up and down, she couldn’t place it but she found something indescribable in her enhanced attraction to him, her mind already thinking of the great fuck she had endured last night, her hands already grasping his hard shaft without awaiting his response.

“Then he can see how we made ‘im.” Billy gruffly replied his hands grabbing Ruth’s shoulders following as his usually submissive wife dropped to her knees and she began to moan in delight at the strangely different taste of his cock.

Ruth was so entranced by the dried taste of Brandie’s juices she felt no need to scoff in the slightest feint of modesty that she would have normally called for as their balcony door hung ajar.

Billy grunted and groaned, looking upwards, delighting in the pleasure of his wife’s lips and tongue on his thoroughly corrupted cock. Billy had been stuck all afternoon since Brandie left the building watching the cameras stroking himself.

Eager for his next chance to fuck the teen. But finding the feel of his woman’s lips just as fantastic. Billy’s mind lingered on the thought of his son coming in,

Dark thoughts of inviting him to spitroast his mother to see if either would object. The idea brought a grin to Billy’s mouth, His thoughts drifting to his dream last night, the orgy and all in attendance. God what he’d give to be there.

His wife meanwhile delighted in pleasing her husband, her thoughts had been plagued all day with thoughts of just being grabbed and used by any random passerby all day. Now, as she kneeled there, lapping up the sides of Billy’s cock she had to admit a small thrill, not just at being caught by their son, but the idea that some passerby might not just enjoy watching.

But maybe using her too.

Veronica lingered after work meandering the aisles. The impulse, the need to fuck had abated after the red head and other woman had left. The patrons and her had returned to the status quo.

Now that she was off duty Veronica was shopping for a few toys, her mind lingering on the last words from that girl and the woman as they left. She somehow was certain she was fated to see them again tonight.

And she wanted to be prepared. As she left the store for home she found herself drawn to look in a consistent general direction, as if something was tugging for her attention.

Serena had gone home sick.

She had been struggling all day to process just what had transpired. Her attempts to think it through often stuck lingering on the tit in her mouth, the sweet delicious milk on her tongue, the unabated arousal, and desire for more.

Serena knew she had to say something to her neighbour about what had been going on at his shop. Yet right now she lay back in her bed, struggling not to touch herself.

Lydia felt all their desire, delighted in their pleasure, and felt strangely enthusiastic about how it all had started with her. Smiling, she gazed at her daughter. Lydia could feel the suppressed conflict trying to impede Mary truly losing herself to the pleasure Lydia now knew came with consenting to the Idol.

It needed them, and they needed it. For the pleasure, joy, and happiness it granted. They just had to give themselves, let it take all that worried them.

Slipping her hand into Karl’s pants, Lydia took a firm hold of his cock and stroked it.

“Free it for me.” Lydia pleaded in a whisper between gentle kisses to Karl’s neck. “Show her, how excited you are by all this.”