John Friday - Raped wild wife

"Huuunnngh! Shit! Hhhhmmmm, not my ass too!"

"That's just the tip of my finger. Wait until I fuck your sexy little ass." He wiggled his finger into her shit hole until the second knuckle was inside.

Samantha cringed not sure whether it was tingling pleasure or the first warning of pain she felt. "Do you really want to fuck my ass?" she asked in a quaking voice.

"I want to fuck you every way it can be done."

"But fucking ass is a felony in this state," she reminded him with a lewd grin. She had decided it was pleasure she felt – sharp, stabbing joy.

"SO arrest me… I'll plead insanity. I'm crazy for you, Sam."

"I can tell! Huuuunnnngh!"

He had his finger all the way up her ass now, and the other one was spinning around on her clit while he lifted her up and down on his stiff cock.

Her rocking up and down sloshed waves all over the surface. Water splashed over the rim of the tub and ran lazily across the floor. She grunted deep in her throat, still able to taste his cum. Each gulping breath of steaming vapor she took seemed to freshen the spicy tang.

Grant sucked in one of her bobbing tits while he lifted and dropped her on his cock, spiking her ass and twirling her clit all at once.

"Qooooh, Jeeezzzuuuus! Don't pull my nipple off!" Her passions flared from the multiple shocks. She didn't think she could take any more… and she knew she couldn't stop.

"You're going to make me cum!" she cried. "Oooooh, shit – this is going to be the best climax yet!"

"For me too!" Grant could feel the frantic pulsing of her ass and the throbbing in the deep reaches of her silky cunt. He couldn't imagine where it came from after all the fucking they'd done, but his balls felt heavy with another load of cum.

That marvelous agony began again, the swell of hot pressure as his jism welled up. Samantha felt him tense, shivering despite the heat of the water that surrounded them. Then he gasped, dropped her hard on his cock, and let his big prick fire and vent all its fury in her cunt.

"Huuuunnnngh!" she growled. "Ooooooh, God! You've got enough cum to fill the tub!"

He grinned, taut-lipped with grunting pleasure. Samantha's arms coiled around his neck, clinging wildly like the sheath of her cunt.

"Oooooh, Grant – I love you! I worship your big cock. Aaaagggghhh, shit! I'm so fucking jealous of your lucky wife!"

When the last towering wave of Veronica's triple climax had swelled and faded into memory, she lay still, stricken by the horrors of what she had done. Shining dribbles of cum glossed her lips. Without the heat and excitement of Jason's cock twitching and throbbing in her throat, she could taste the jizz clearly, and she realized what slick, disgusting slime it was. It tasted like pus from a festering wound.

Hunk had eased his giant cock out of her ass, but it seemed she could still feel it throb. Her stretched and ravaged shit hole was jerking wildly, trying to reshape itself to normal size. Bach tremor sent a burning shock of anguish to the base of her skull. Her head rocked and twisted with each painful burst. Tangled waves of silky brown hair brushed her cheek. The softness of her hair only reminded her of how brutal and ugly the rest of it had been.

Billy Chapman pulled out of her cunt and now stood by the bed between his two friends. They all grinned maliciously when she began to sob. The gut-wrenching spasms made thick cum ooze from her pussy and her ass. She could feel it dripping on her thighs, and it made her skin crawl.

"I think she liked sucking cock the best," Chapman said.

"Yeah!" Jason beamed with pride.

Hunk stared at her lips, entranced by the way they moved. He poked Jason with his elbow – a jab meant in fun but hard enough to knock the smaller boy down. "If she liked sucking your little cock, she ought ta go fucking crazy when she gets a taste of mine!"

"I think we should give her all three… line up side-by-side and let her suck them all," Chap said with cruel delight.

Veronica finally became aware of what they were saying. "No," she pleaded softly. "Jesus Christ, NO! Fuck me if you want to. Take turns. I'll fuck you all…"

"Later," Chap said. "Right now, there isn't one of us with a cock stiff enough to fuck. You're gonna get down on your knees and fix that, bitch. You're gonna suck and suck until our cocks get hard enough to stuff your pussy full."

All of his hatred for cops in general and Grant Dunlap in particular came boiling up like bitter stomach acid; Chap thought fucking Dunlap's wife would ease his smoldering rage, but it hadn't yet.

"I gotta piss first," Jason said anxiously. Now that his fiery lust had cooled, he was worried about what they'd done. And he worried more about what Dunlap would do if he found out. Fear wrenched his gut and gave him a tremendous need to piss.

"Me too," Hunk said. "Wonder where the john is in this house."

"Who cares? Let's all piss on her."

"Aaaggghh!" Veronica slithered to the far side of the bed, determined to escape.

Hunk snagged her ankle and dragged her back. Chapman grabbed her other leg, and they spread them wide, pitching her over on her back.

"We'll pretend it's that fucking cop husband of hers we're making drink piss," Chap said with an evil grin. "That bastard whipped the piss out of me after he'd cuffed my hands behind my back. It's about time to settle that old score." A high cackle of vicious mirth split from his lips.

Shit, we can't get into any worse trouble than we have already, Jason thought. And he did have to piss something awful. He aimed at her furry brown cunt muff and let the yellow stream fly.

It splattered and ran down on to the bed, dissolving and washing away globs of cum. She moaned and closed her eyes, already sick from the stench rising from between her legs.

"Somebody wash off her mouth," Chap suggested. "I don't want her sucking my cock with a mouthful of Jason's cum."

"Hugh-hugh-hugh," Hunk laughed. He had no personal reason to hate the cop Grant Dunlap. Their paths had never crossed. But the sight of his sexy wife stirred resentment of an even worse kind. The good-looking bitches all laughed and turned away from him when they had the chance. They giggled behind his back and whispered about how big and fucking dumb he was.

He grinned with bitter satisfaction and took careful aim at her quivering lips. When the stinging yellow spray hit her mouth, she felt a heaving of disgust. She felt like she had to puke, but didn't dare open her mouth. She writhed instead and fought back the grinding swell of torment.

"Heh-heh-heh!" Chap laughed. "Look at her squirm. Look how it makes her big tits swell and jiggle. Even that pig husband of yours won't want to touch your tits when he finds out you've been swimming in piss!" He splattered her tits with a third golden stream and reveled in the way it made her squirm.

"Pretend you're in a hot tub," Jason said. "Enjoy the heat and a soothing water massage!"

"Fucker!" she groaned without parting her lips.

Veronica refused to believe that any of this could possibly be happening to her. It was the only way she could deal with her tremendous loathing – by pretending that it wasn't there. By imagining that she was nowhere at all.

Her mind could escape by sinking into a trance-like state, but her lush body remained trapped and helpless with legs spread wide. It suffered and then began to enjoy the reeking warmth. She was floating again, and it didn't matter where or in what. It was warm and swirling and it made her tingle with relief.

Chap lost interest as soon as he saw her clenched lips curve in a perverse grin. By then, he'd pissed himself dry. He gave his thick cock a shake and began stroking it with his hand.

Jason vented his bladder and his fears together. Hell, if the sultry bitch could actually enjoy what we're doing to her, why should I worry?