Duncan Fox - Hot piece wife

Kim spoke up quickly, almost desperately. "How about a last go around? Anything goes?"

"How about it!" Sid agreed. His tone was so horny it made her hair stand on end.

"Save time," Kim added, choking on her desperation. "Two at a time."

"Right on!" Tony agreed and guffawed loudly.

Before she could back down, Kim found herself on her knees on the sofa. Her elbows were resting on the arm. Behind her, Sid was aiming his cock between her thighs, and then sinking his tool deep in her cunt from behind. In front of her, Tony waved his heavy hard-on at her lips. Leaning forward, she engulfed the towering dork while lust raged up inside her. She felt the cock piston in her cunt, and sucked hard on Tony, took his prick to the back of her throat. Then, instead of letting him draw back and push in again, she worked her lips like she was devouring an over-sized string of spaghetti. She slowly worked his cock-head deeper and deeper, drove more and more of his hot, thrusting prick down her throat. Inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch, she took dick, until she had his cock-head down her gullet. Her nose was buried in Tony's thick bush. His hands were locked behind her head. He rammed his hips forward.

Kim held it as long as she could. She felt Sid pumping his dong in her snatch. A vague vibration drummed up through her body. Her vaginal walls were numb they had been pounded so many times by so many cocks. She felt Sid's balls drumming her pussy as he humped into her with quick, sharp drives. The camera was snapping at her again. She held Tony's cock in her throat as long as she could, until sparkles danced in her eyes and her lungs were aching for air. Then she pushed at his thighs, drove him away, and extracted his cock-head from her distended glottis so she could suck in a life-saving breath.

Tony raped her mouth with his dick again and again, but she never let, him as deep as he had been the first time. She stroked the ridged length of his pecker with her tongue, sucked hard on it, drew more blood into the already distended mass. Sid's cock slammed into her harder and harder. He was brushing her buttocks with his hips. His balls curved under and slapped her clit, sent little bolts of lightning ripping through her.

Tony's cock swelled, and spat, and she began choking on his jizz as he gripped her ears. She swallowed the head of his jetting dork once again, wedged his cock-knob into her throat as he geysered gout after gout of creamy, aromatic semen down to her belly. Her twat spasmed around Sid's dick. She felt him lurching in her cuntal depths as he poured another steaming load into her guts.

She was nothing more than a tank for their sperm! Tony and Sid unburdened their balls, then dropped away, left her panting and gasping, her head hanging wearily.

The shifting and jerking of the sofa warned her something was coming. The touch of someone's dick at her asshole made her moan, made lust rage upwards through her.

"Hey, man, that's the wrong hole!" someone commented.

"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," Dennis chuckled, pushing his dick against Kim's brown bung. Kim moaned and pressed her forehead down on the arm of the sofa. She fought to open her asshole to him. His path was greased by the waves of jizz that had flooded from her twat. She felt his pecker slowly prying her open, wider and wider, as he thrust mercilessly at her asshole.

The camera snapped, and her shitter winked, and Dennis' dick gained what felt like a mile but was probably a quarter of an inch. Then a cock bobbing inches from her eyes distracted her from the burning pleasure of her buggering. She lifted her head, saw that Jack was holding his dick to her lips. She leaned forward and kissed his pecker-tip, then slowly slid it into her mouth as Dennis gained pound in her butthole.

The cock in between her teeth did something to Kim. She felt her asshole relax. Dennis' dork burned through her dilated sphincter, pistoned far, far into her ass tunnel. Finally, his hips jammed up against her butt and his balls swung and slapped her drowned pussy. Jack clutched her head and screwed his dick down her throat. It opened to admit his prick.

For a fleeting, flashing moment, Kim had a vision of the heads of the two cocks meeting somewhere deep in her body – two moles going opposite ways in the same tunnel. She wondered if they realized they were both using the same hole, just different ends of it.

Then Dennis pistoned his dick in her tail, and everything vanished in the mingled pleasure and pain of the buggering. Jack stroked his dick in and out of her mouth, rammed it down her throat as she fought to suck in a desperate breath. She choked, then managed to synchronize her breathing with Jack's strokes. Her nose was being battered against his pubic arch as he rammed the full length of his bloated dork into her willing mouth.

Dennis' dick felt like it was puffing her inside out, then stuffing it all back in. Kim was cumming. Her twat dripped stupidly as if it had a cock in it. She was a pipe for cocks! The raging torrent of pleasure swept her brain away in a tattered whirl. When Jack began to jet his load down her throat, send it to join the other loads already flooding her belly, she carved another notch in her cumming climb. And when she felt the dick in her ass pulsating like a live animal, giving her a semen enema, she crested into a glittering never-never land of carnal pleasure that wiped away the last vestiges of her consciousness.

She roused to the feeling of the cold edge of a glass being pressed to her lips. She swallowed and choked as straight Scotch seared her already battered throat. She slowly became aware of a multitude of pains. The insides of her thighs were raw. Her chest felt like it had a bad sunburn from the hair burns. Her twat was a mass of abused tissue. She had a sore throat from swallowing cocks. Her asshole felt as if she had just taken too big a shit.

"You okay?" Jack asked, worried.

Kim managed to nod. She was afraid to talk with her ravaged throat. She glanced around, saw that the men were all dressed. She was still naked.

"Dennis is ready to drive us back to the bar to get our cam," Jack pointed out. "He's got to be getting home or his wife will start to worry."

Kim thought sarcastically that was really very thoughtful of him. She was helped to sit up. The room whirled around her for a moment as she felt cum trickle from her pussy.

She got to her feet and slipped her dress on over her aching body. The soft material fell closely and caressingly against her bare flesh. It felt soft and warm and loving.

"Uh, here," Jack added, thrusting something into her hands. She looked down. It was a sheaf of photographs. She leafed through them, amazed. There was one of each of the men a they took her, one way or another.

"Why?" she croaked.

"We didn't want you to think we'd blackmail you," Dennis explained, fiddling absently with his keys.

"This way, you could blackmail us as easily as we could you," Tony added.

She looked at the four of them, and felt a wave of gratitude that made her eyes sting. "Thanks," she said homely. "Thank you very much."

Later, safely in her own car, she watched them retreat to theirs and drive away. The parking lot was nearly deserted. A few cars were parked near the all night drugstore at the far end. Wearily, she started the engine, then glanced in the rear-view mirror. It had been jostled around so she saw her own reflection. The only sign on her face of what had happened was the blurring of her make-up, and her total lack of lipstick. That she had left on the cocks. She hoped the married guys would wash it off before their wives saw it.

Kim was pensively studying the dregs of her morning coffee, trying to read her future in the sediment in the bottom of the cup. It was a week since her anniversary "celebration". The gown was back in her closet, the sterling back in the drawer, the candles on the sideboard. Her bruises had healed, and the photographs were ashes under the rose bush by the back door.