Nathan Silvers - Widow in bondage

Wayne stood up for a better view of the fuck, his cock as hard as a rock in his hands. He'd already cum three times with the sleazy bitch in the last couple of hours, but he was so hot again already that he was afraid he'd blow off at any second. He'd hated Karen and her husband for the last six years of his life, and he'd lusted after her tight, twitching ass and bouncy tits and pristine cunt for almost as long.

That cunt wasn't so pristine anymore, he thought with grim pleasure. Fourteen inches in, fifteen inches in, only three or four more to go. Mark was going to stick it all the way in. Wayne was surprised it hadn't killed she scummy bitch. She'd had a fucking tight cunt.

She didn't anymore. Karen didn't even move now, her body frozen as Mark force-fed the last inches of his horse cock into her blasted cunt. She could feel the monster head of his cock poking up between cunt-lips. She could feel the lips of her cunt drawn inside her as her body strained desperately to accept Mark's perverse intrusion. The silky skin of her ass and stomach was drawn tight with the pressure Mark was putting on her battered cunt.

Her clit was smashed flat by the width of Mark's prick, but it wiggled and danced against the crush of meat. Pussy-juice gushed from her cunt, pouring over Mark's balls, splashing against Karen's pale face in a waterfall. She raised her head to lick at the little stalk of Mark's cock that had yet to impale her and she screamed out her pleasure and pain. He was killing her, but he was driving her insane with pleasure too.

"Look at this," Mark rasped to Wayne. "She loves it. The stinking whore loves it!"

Mark's cock hit bottom and Karen screamed louder at the feel of his pelvis kissing hers. Drops of blood spattered her face along with the gush of pussy-cream, but the pain from the spots where he'd torn her just added to the insane ecstasy of her writhing, burning cunt. Her pussy worked on his cock like a jacking fist, and the throes of Karen's massive orgasm almost drove Mark over the edge.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Wayne, put your cock in too. Fuck me hard! Cum on me! Piss on me! Mark, shit in my face!"

Mark savored the feel of her cunt for a moment and then pulled back. He looked down to see the glazed look of delirium on Karen's face, watching the way her body twisted and tossed even beneath his weight and the tight bonds that held her.

He stabbed in again, as hard as he could, and her cunt clutched spastically around his cock for all eighteen inches of its entrance. She was loving it. He was tearing her to pieces, but the sluttish whore loved every second of it.

Agony sizzled through Karen's torn cunt and tethered legs, but the pleasure that bubbled through her veins was far stronger. She lifted her head and took Mark's fat, cum-filled balls into her mouth, sucking on first one huge ball and then the other. She lathed her tongue over the crinkly, hairy bag until his balls glistened with her saliva.

Mark was spurred to greater action by her tonguing, fucking her fast and hard. Karen's cunt was stretched obscenely around the monstrous girth of his prick. Her trembling thighs were coated with the slick cunt-juice her pussy gushed in a desperate effort to ease the devastation of the terrible fuck. Her torn pussy clamped spastically around Mark's thundering cock, and with a tiny, hopeless cry, Karen began to cum.

Her asshole puckered with every stab of his prick and her satiny ass-cheeks flexed in rhythm with the spasms of her cunt. She drank her own cunt-juice as it poured over the pistoning shaft of Mark's cock. Her tongue never stopped wagging and her cunt kept jerking spastically with each punch of Mark's cock inside her. Mark smiled. If the haughty whore loved this so much, he was going to give her something really special.

"Wayne, why don't you stick your cock up this gutter slut's ass?" he asked as he ripped into Karen's cunt again. "She's not enjoying herself enough yet."

Wayne leaped to his feet without a word. His cock was painfully hard, and he wasn't sure that he would be able to keep from shooting his load until Mark was finished with ripping the stuck-up whore's cunt to pieces. He was glad that now he wouldn't have to find out. He stood up above Karen's shuddering, tanned ass-cheeks and pointed his big, hard cock right at the squirming circle of her asshole. And then he slammed in.

The world exploded around Karen. She could only squirm a little trapped beneath their heavy bodies, but pain and lust ignited through her body in a blast of sexual delirium. Her back felt as though it would snap under the pressure of their combined weight. The lining between her cunt and ass felt as though it had already been burst.

All Karen could feel was a massive intrusion inside her, a living impalement that pushed her bones and vital organs aside with every thundering stroke. She lifted her head again and tongued the straining mouth of her cunt and the terrible stalk of Mark's cock as it swept in and out of her body.

Karen's tongue whipped madly about the raw opening of her pussy and the slick juice of her cum splashed directly into her mouth. It was tinged pink with her blood and mixed now with the heady broth of Mark's copious fuck-lube. She slurped it up, unable to drink enough of the sexual fluids. She tried to pull her head up farther and get at Wayne's ass-ramming cock, but her tongue wagged inches away from her goal.

She squirmed her ass between them, and in spite of the weight and ropes that held her, she humped back and forth to match their brutalizing beat. She couldn't think anymore, all she could do was fuck. Pain had lost meaning for her now, it was all part of the mass assault of sensation that was driving her mad. Cock was goring her savaged cunt and asshole, and she couldn't stop cumming, couldn't stop urging them to damage her more.

Karen cried at her humiliation, at her degradation at the hands of the two men, but she couldn't keep her body from responding. They were tearing her up now, maybe ruining her forever, and still her body betrayed her fucked them back, exploded with climaxes, forced her face up to lick Mark's cock and drink the juice and blood from her own cunt. Tears and saliva and fuck-juice mixed to cover her pretty, pale face.

Mark groaned as he felt the stuck-up widow's body thrash helplessly through another climax. She wasn't so stuck-up now, he thought happily as he pounded remorselessly at her ruined cunt. But he could see that he hadn't broken her completely yet, either. It was okay. He had all the time in the world.

She licked and sucked at his cock like a slave, twisted like an out-of-control marionette between his and Wayne's hard-fucking bodies. Her face was twisted with shame and lust and little-girl eagerness, and Mark could feel his cum boil in his balls as he looked at the helpless play of feeling across her slimy, pretty face. He couldn't wait to see it dripping with the cum that he was going to drown her cunt in.

One orgasm was starting before the last one finished and the itching was just getting worse with each climax that rumbled through her Karen's hands clutched at her pointy, silky tits and clawed them raw.

She tore at her nipples with her fingernails and mauled her tits, twisting them across her heaving chest and pulling them cruelly out from her body. She needed more. She wanted a cock in her throat. She wanted them to fuck her harder. She came again and bucked harder against her ravishers.

Mark and Wayne grinned at each other over the bowed back of the sex-crazed widow. Both were on the brink of cumming, and each was determined to fuck the lithe, snotty bitch into the ground before he spilled his load.

They stabbed their cocks into her faster, cramming their thick meaty shafts to the hilt in the straining blonde's over-stuffed holes. They see-sawed her body back and forth between them, never letting a moment pass when Karen's trembling body was empty of battering, reaming cock.