Stacy makes Wendell watch her fuck Mrs. Reich

Wendell had been between Mrs. Reich's thighs on the bed for what seemed like several minutes. He could hear Stacy, wrapped in Lane's heavy frame, stepping about and shuffling around behind him. The older woman had a gentle grip on Wendell's head and was watching her son move about.

After the distinct shifting of its weight, Wendell could feel Stacy climbing back into the bed. Mrs. Reich pulled up his head, and motioned for her daughter to move aside. "Let Lane and I have our fun dear," she said combing back a bit of Lana's hair with her fingers. Wendell looked back to Stacy. She was up on Lane's knees, using his hand to slowly stroke his cock in anticipation. Stacy motioned to a chair just off the bed, sitting by the window next to where her coat hung.

"Sit over there," Stacy said to Wendell with a small smirk. Wendell looked to the chair, to Mrs. Reich, and then back to Lane's face. He began to climb out of bed, feeling Lana's breasts shift and slide with gravity's pull.

I guess I can watch...

"Hmm? So passive today Lana? Really, what's gotten into you two?" Mrs. Reich followed her daughter's path to the chair with her eyes, and then turned her head back as Stacy began to get into postion between her legs.

"Oh, nothing in particular mother." Stacy popped up Lane's eyebrows over to the seated Wendell.

The seat was a low, accent chair in the corner that faced the bed and Wendell sat in it, very eager to watch and feel the excitement build in Lana's groin, but the excitement never came. He watched Stacy start kissing the older Mrs. Reich, and he felt his faint grin leave Lana's face. Wendell watched Stacy fondle the woman's breasts and how this made her make faces of ecstacy, and this made Wendell take a deep breath. When Stacy started entering Mrs. Reich and the woman moaned, Wendell felt his face get flushed. When Stacy began to thrust and the wet sound of Lane going in and out his mother was audible, Wendell dug Lana's finger nails into the arms of the chair. Finally, when Stacy turned Lane's face to Wendell and gave him a big grin while inside Mrs. Reich, Wendell had to turn his face away.

How can she fuck that...argh

Wendell had turned, and was now looking at Stacy's coat. Hanging just out of the coat pocket, was the red plastic handle of the raygun. The moaning, the bed creaking, the wet slapping of lips, each of these brought heavy, chest raising, exhales that shifted Lana's breasts. He looked back to two together on the bed. The tangled, shifting limbs and faint crys of passion again made him look away, and again his eyes fell on the bright-red plastic. He closed his eyes but he could still hear them. He could hear how much fun Stacy was having without him.

Mrs. Reich deflated under Stacy. The woman went totally flat and ended up hanging from Lane's cock. Stacy turned her face to see Wendell standing in Lana's body, aiming the raygun right at her. Wendell's arm was shaking, and a flushed grimace was contorting Lana's face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Stacy said peeling away Lane's face.

"How can you....how could you fuck that...HAG in front of me like this?" Wendell's arm was shaking and he wasn't sure if it was his own rage or some weakness of Lana's. He just glared at Stacy as she was wrenching off Lane still on the bed. Once Stacy had Lane all the way off she threw him away agressively, and his body hit the wall with a loud smack. Stacy stood, and Wendell pointed the ray. Wendell shook, and his finger gripped the trigger. He lowered the ray.

Stacy marched over and snatched the ray from Lana's fingers. Standing nose to nose in Lana's body, Wendell was actually shorter than Stacy, but not by much. "What the fuck was that about!?" Stacy barked.

Wendell turned his face away, unable to look Stacy in the eye. "I don't know."

"You don't know!?" Stacy grabbed a handful of Lana's blonde hair and forced Wendell to look at her. He let out a soft grunt, and Stacy's eyes were full of fire. "What? Were you not getting enough attention?" Wendell said nothing. "Answer me!"

"I hated....watching you with her....and not me."

Stacy puffed up and then with a firm exhale....she softened. She let loose of Lana's hair and tossed the raygun on the seat behind Wendell. "Fine," she said throwing an arm around Lana's waist, "Take this bitch off and get in the bed. I'll pay more attention to you, but it'll be punishment. You'll have to learn not to be so impulsive."

"No."

"NO!?" Stacy said getting a tighter grip around Lana's waist.

"I mean," Wendell said looking into Stacy's eyes, "leave me in her. I wanna be...like this."

"Ok," Stacy said as she ran her fingers, up and got a soft grip on Wendell's neck. Stacy eased Wendell over to the bed and sat him on the edge of it. "Push the old bitch off." Wendell shoved the deflated Mrs. Reich off the edge of the bed across from him, and Stacy started climbing into bed behind him. Stacy started yanking off a case from one the pillows on the bed. "Give me your hands."

Wendell gave his hands to Stacy and she began to tie them up very tightly at the wrist with the pillow case. He became wet, almost dripping after Stacy gave a firm tug that cinched the fabric into his skin. Stacy set Wendell down onto his back on top of his bound hands. She started pulling another pillow case free from the bed and began to fold it thin and long. She straddled Wendell and leaned down, using the cloth as a blindfold, and the last thing Wendell saw were Stacy's b-cup breasts.

Bound and in the dark, Wendell felt Stacy lean back and rest her soft cheeks onto Lana's thighs. "Argh!" Stacy delivered a moderate slap to Wendell's cheek. He could feel Stacy drag her nails across Lana's belly.

"What are you?" Stacy said, pushing her hand up and digging her nails deep into Lana's tit.

Wendell said the first thing that came to mind, "A bitch."

"Yes," Stacy said clenching her thumb and finger around Lana's nipple and tugging it as hard as she could. "And, whose bitch are you?"

"Arghh. mmmmhh. Yours"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You. I'm yours." Wendell then felt Stacy's lips press into his mouth and her tongue go deep as it could. With a few breaths and Stacy on him, pinching him and controlling him, he was perfectly content to let Stacy do as she pleased. Stacy kissed down Wendell's cheek, then his neck, and past his collar bone to put her mouth on Lana's nipple. She bit down hard. "OHGH! God!"

Stacy started biting and nibbling her way across to the other nipple and bit it also. Then Wendell could feel the weight shift and Stacy was off his chest. After a few brief moments, Stacy's fingers wrapped around his neck and she squeezed. He could feel a bit of pressure but he could still breathe. Then Stacy took her free hand and started working Lana's clit.

"What do good girls do?" Stacy asked.

"They-I-mmmmhhh" Wendell couldn't think straight anymore.

"They do as they're told. Say it."

"They do...ah-oh as they're ...hahhhahh... told," Wendell could feel Stacy pressing into him and he began to writhe under her.

"You didn't do as you were told," Stacy said into Wendell's ear. "So what are you?"

"A bad girl...."

"Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry Stacy! Oh...ah...AH!"

"What do you deserve?"

"Punishment!" Wendell said, his breath passing through Stacy's grip. He climaxed and cried out. He struggled against the cloth binding his wrists and kicked he legs underneath Stacy. When he finally came to a rest, Stacy gave his pussy a firm slap, and he squealed. Stacy then started feeding him Lana's juices from her fingers, which he greedily sucked down.

"I'm going to leave you here for a bit. I don't want you to move. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

Then Stacy let go him, and Wendell was left in darkness.