Dexter looked at Helena, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. "Which cock do you like more, Helena? Your pathetic husband's tiny little thing or my big, thick cock?" he asked, his voice rough with desire, his hand reaching out to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp.
Helena's eyes met his, her gaze filled with a hunger that matched his own. "It's yours, Dexter," she said, her hand making a gesture, telling him that her husband's cock was barely three inches, a smirk playing on her lips.
Helena scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "That loser can't even get hard. His tiny little cock is nothing compared to yours, Dexter. I need you to fuck me, to make me feel like a real woman again. His pathetic little thing could never make me feel the way you do."
As Helena spoke, she moved to present her ass to Dexter, her body trembling with anticipation. She got on all fours, her knees spread wide apart, her back arched seductively. She reached back with both hands, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide open to reveal her most intimate area.
Dexter's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Helena's asshole. It was neat and clean, the skin around it smooth and unblemished. The creases around her asshole were visible, adding to the allure. As she clenched, her asshole seemed to breathe and wink at him, a tantalizing invitation.
As Dexter positioned himself behind Helena, the air was thick with anticipation and raw desire. His cock, hard and throbbing, was poised at her asshole, the heat of his flesh contrasting with the cool air of the room. His voice was husky with desire, a mix of need and command.
"Helena, you are driving me crazy... Are you ready to get your asshole destroyed?" His words were a mix of lust and dominance, a reminder of the power and control he held in this moment.
He slapped Helena's ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, a stark contrast to the soft moans that escaped her lips. "Aah hm... don't be so hard on me..." Her voice was a mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder of the complex emotions that filled this moment.
The slap left a red mark on her ass cheek, the heat of it contrasting with the cool air of the room. He slapped her again, the sound echoing through the room, a stark contrast to the soft moans that escaped her lips.
"Tell me what you want..." His voice was a mix of command and desire, a reminder of the power and control he held in this moment.
He slapped her hard, the sound echoing through the room, a stark contrast to the soft moans that escaped her lips. "Aaaaaaah fuck... I want your hard cock... to fuck my virgin asshole... hmmmmm..." Her voice was a mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder of the complex emotions that filled this moment.
The slap left another red mark on her ass cheek, the heat of it contrasting with the cool air of the room. The thought of his hard cock breaching her virgin asshole was intoxicating, a mix of desire and anticipation.
Helena felt the hot cock of Dexter touching her asshole, eager to breach inside her. She nodded with a mix of slight fear and excitement, knowing Dexter's massive size and the huge tip of his cock would stretch her wide.
"Yes, Dexter. I'm ready. I need you inside me." Her voice was a mix of submission and desire, a reminder of the complex emotions that filled this moment.
Dexter's cock pressed against her asshole, the heat of his flesh a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. He pushed gently, the tip of his cock breaching her tight entrance, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure. Helena gasped, her body tensing as she felt him enter her.
"Oh god, Dexter... it's so big..." Her voice was a mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder of the complex emotions that filled this moment.
Dexter grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and slammed the tip of his cock into her tight asshole. "You feel so good, Helena. So tight and warm."
Helena moaned, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Aaaaaaaah, fuck... hmmm... it's... aaah, it's stretching me... wide... aaaaaaah. Yes, Dexter, just like that."
Suddenly, as Dexter was about to move forward, both Helena and Dexter heard the gate of the room creak open. They turned to see a man standing there. It was Helena's husband, Peter, whom Dexter had met at the party.
Helena panicked, her voice trembling, her body still exposed and vulnerable. "Peter, it's not what you think! We were just..."
Dexter's cock throbbed inside Helena's asshole, making her moan again. "Aaaaaah. Peter, please, let me explain."
Dexter was nervous, but he thought it wasn't a big deal. His dad would handle it for him. "Uncle, we can talk about this. There's no need to overreact."
Peter's eyes were bloodshot as he yelled, his voice filled with rage. "Bitch... can you not say that when you are fucking him... motherfucker... You dare bring him into our home, our bed?"
Dexter looked at Peter and said, trying to defuse the situation. "Hello, uncle... he he... We were just having a bit of fun. No harm done."
Peter took Dexter's mocking tone as an insult. He yelled, his voice shaking with fury. "You motherfucker... fucking my wife in my bed... How dare you disrespect me like this?"
Helena moved forward, her body still trembling, and Dexter's cock, which was in her ass, popped out with a slight wet sound. She tried to cover herself, her voice pleading. "Peter, please, let's calm down and talk about this."
Peter ignored her, his focus on the wardrobe in the room. He took out something that surprised both Dexter and Helena. Dexter panicked when he saw Peter holding a gun, his voice rising in alarm. "Uncle, what are you doing? Put the gun down!"
Peter's voice was cold and calculated. "I knew at the party there was something wrong with both of you... and I saw you giving her a note. Motherfucker, do you think I am blind? So I just made an excuse to go out, and you, bitch, called him in... You are just a whore and a slut..."
Dexter tried to reason with him, his voice steady despite the fear. "Uncle... it's not that serious... and don't forget who my dad is... If anything happens to me... he will not let you go..."
Peter chuckled darkly. "Shut the fuck up... Do you really think I am afraid of your dad? I will tell you what happens... You came in here... and you were trying to rape my wife... So, in panic, my wife shot you... and you died here..."
Peter pointed the gun at Helena, his voice menacing. "What do you think, whore? Is this okay? Do you agree with this story?"
Helena, afraid she would really die if she didn't agree, nodded quickly, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Peter. It's okay. I agree."
Peter suddenly shot, the sound echoing through the room. Dexter yelled, his voice filled with pain and shock. "Uncle, don't.... Please, stop!"
Peter didn't stop. He unloaded his gun, each shot echoing like a thunderclap in the small room. Dexter's body crumpled to the floor, his life fading fast.
As his vision blurred, he saw the fear on Helena's face, heard her screams as if from a distance. Dexter felt his life slipping away, and then there was nothing but darkness.