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Wyoma screamed with rapture around the hot, hard cockmeat in her flexing throat. Her lungs burned for air but she didn't care. This was an incredible experience! She could feel Polly's small, slender fingers seeking her inner, deepest place. She could feel the fingers tickling the super-sensitive entrance to her womb!

Wyoma thrashed and shuddered as her mind was overloaded with intense pleasures. She shook violently. She almost lost consciousness. At last, Ken pulled out his massive prick and let her gasp for air.

She didn't beg for mercy. She sobbed: "More! More!"

Jim was drawing quick, rasping breaths. His fucking of her burning asshole was reaching a crescendo. He was jolting her with the urgency of his fucking.

Shivers of ecstasy rippled through her. She whimpered and bucked her hips as much to take Jim's pounding prick in her hot ass as to help Polly cram more hand and wrist into her engorged cunt.

Then Ken's big cockhead was pressed to her open mouth again and Wyoma swallowed it deep, taking the jaw-cracking thickness of hot cockshaft in and in, past the root of her tongue. She felt the huge prick distend her neck, felt it reach almost to her larynx. Her straining lips took more! She felt dizzy with overpowering lusts as Ken mashed his hairy belly against her face.

Polly was working hard, hand-fucking Wyoma. She had her left hand in to the wrist.

Jim whined helplessly and went wild. He shot cum like a fountain into Wyoma's shithole.

To Wyoma, his cum felt like boiling cream. Her eyes rolled and she quivered and trembled.

Ken began fucking Wyoma's throat, sliding his monster prick in to the limit, burying ten fat, steel-hard inches of cock, pulling out till only the prickhead was in her mouth. He let her suck on his cock there, using her tongue and cheeks and lips, and then he rammed it deep! What an incomparable sensation it was to sink his gigantic cock that far into her throat and feel the muscles spasm and flutter. And he knew she loved to suck his cock. She loved to have him fuck her in the mouth, and deeper.

He was willing to jet his first load of cum into her gullet tonight. But later – maybe here, maybe in their own mobile home – he was going to give her well broken-in asshole a try. He had an idea he'd be very welcome, too!

Polly reached around with her right hand and found Wyoma's swollen clit. She stroked the tiny pea-like organ as she continued to hand-fuck the bigger, blue-eyed blonde woman. She marveled at how far Wyoma had come in the few days she had known her.

Wyoma had been a walking sexual time bomb! Wyoma climaxed again! She rocked her hips down on Polly's hand, driving the fingers to the limit in her slobbering, drooling cunt.

And Wyoma wanted above all now to get Ken off in her throat. He was still holding her head firmly with his strong hands. He continued to fuck his massive cockshaft into her abused mouth and throat. He had to be close!

Ken was gasping and sweating as he fucked in and out of his wife's gullet. His huge cockmeat was like iron! His prick had swollen till the slippery friction of her throat clenched his cock-knob. A great fist of hot cum was gathering. He panted and gripped her blonde head harder. He fucked her mouth ruthlessly. It was fantastic! He was unaware of his choking sobs, his contorted mouth. He was unaware that Doe and Robby had entered the bedroom and, with Jim, were watching, spellbound. Robby's eyes were like saucers.

Ken was almost over the edge. He pulled his cock out of Wyoma's mouth completely. She coughed and strangled for a few seconds while getting her breath. Her chest heaved. Her heavy tits hung low, grazing her stiff nipples along the bedspread.

Polly tired of thrusting her hand and wrist into Wyoma's clenching cunt. It was hard work. She withdrew her dripping hand and simply lay watching the final act of this extraordinary orgy.

Wyoma felt more alive now than ever before in her life. She had had two explosive comes and knew she could go off again and again. But that was for later. Now, above all else, she wanted to claim the pools of hot cum she knew were simmering in Ken's big balls. She took three deep breaths and raised her head for more throat-fucking. She scooped his swollen cockhead into her mouth and pressed forward to fuck the massive cockmeat deep into her throat.

Ken's hands tightened on her head. His hips pistoned the long, thick prickshaft all the way in to the balls, till her nose pressed into his knotted belly and her straining lips kissed the awful thickness at the base of his prick.

The experience of having his giant cock all the way in her throat was almost traumatic for Wyoma. She's never quite gone this far with cock-sucking before. But she wanted it. There were no limits for her now. Nothing was forbidden!

She didn't really care for throat-fucking because it reduced her to a thing – a spasming throat. There was no skill in that, no sucking art, no involvement of mind and tongue and hands.

But it was what she and Ken wanted just now, at this time.

Ken was hanging in that golden moment of ecstasy when the irresistible tide of pleasure rose ever higher and took command of his body and mind.

He fucked his giant cock into Wyoma's mouth and throat to the absolute limit. He drew racking, shuddering sobs. His massive prickmeat was fire and iron! Her throat was like a multi-fingered velvet fist as it squeezed and rippled along his cock.

His powerful body shook. He drew back, trembling, and fucked deep again! His monster cock jerked in her tight throat and spewed hot, syrupy white cum down her gullet.

Ken cried: "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" He fucked her mouth wildly, ruthlessly, rocking her head with repeated, total fuck-thrusts. His cockhead jetted spurts of slippery cum into her throat.

Wyoma was mindless. Her blue eyes were glazed. She trembled with the intensity of her emotions as Ken spurted great amounts of sweet jism. What a man!

Her lungs were fiery and in need of oxygen again. Black spots floated before her eyes. She was close to collapse. Her throat was sore from the battering and friction and bruising invasion of Ken's massive cockmeat. But she loved it! She loved being able to provide her man so much pleasure. And she knew the next time they fucked he would give her an equal amount of pleasure, if not more. Her body seemed to have turned on recently, to have developed a tremendous capacity for ever more powerful climaxes.

Ken's cries of ecstasy changed to cries of anguish. He carefully pulled his huge wet cock club from Wyoma's throat. He eased the cum-coated cockhead from her clinging mouth. He gasped as she tried to suckle clean the spongy mass of sensitive nerves. He let himself lean back against the headboard. He stared at her mouth as she swallowed his jism.

Wyoma let herself sprawl flat on the bed. Her crouching position had set up an ache in her hips. She wanted only to rest now and savor the memory and the taste.

But she was going to continue the orgy. Her newly awakened asshole, her cunt and her mouth demanded it.

Polly said: "Let's let them have a little rest. Everybody into the living room. I've got some ideas."

Doe whispered in Robby's ear as they left the bedroom. "What did you think of that?"

Robby was still stunned from seeing his mom and dad perform like super porno stars. "It blew my fucking mind!"

"Umm. I think Polly wants you to fuck her. She's got that horny look in her eyes that only a big prick can satisfy."

Robby didn't mind that prospect. He asked Doe: "What about you?"

"Oh. I think she's got plans for me, too." Doe smirked knowingly and exchanged looks with her mother.

Polly urged Jim into Doe's bathroom for a shower. She was stark naked – as were Robby, Doe and Jim – and not in the least embarrassed by it. She was proud of her small, big titted body. She exercised daily to keep in shape, to keep her tits high and firm. She had paused in the bedroom on the way out to take a large, flat box from a dresser drawer. Now she was going to get some action – with herself as the centerpiece.