Yvette Nash - The no tell motel wife

When Lloyd moved away, Perry took his place. Using one hand to offer her his limp cock and the other to push her head down, he forced her lips onto his cock.

"Get me hard, honey," he murmured. "Suck me. Now."

As lustful as she was, she obeyed. Not even the taste of her own cunt juice on his fuckpole bothered her. In fact, she rather liked the flavor, since it reminded her of how well he had fucked her, and how hard she had cum.

Perry's soft cock began to expand, growing with each stroke of her active mouth. It got bigger, longer, fatter, until she could take no more than the head past her lips, and even that was a strain.

Moaning, she began to run her tongue up and down the gigantic prick. Alan was fucking the hell out of her shitter, and frigging her pussy almost as harshly. She was going to cum.

"Aaarrrrgghhh!" she screamed in ecstatic release.

She forgot about licking Perry's cock, and about Lloyd sitting beside them, watching. Her entire being was focused on her cunt and asshole. Nothing else mattered. Even when Alan's cock began to jerk, she wasn't able to realize what was going on.

"Shit," the dark-haired man snarled. "That didn't last nearly long enough."

"Not yet!" she cried helplessly. "I need to cum again! Don't do this to me!"

But there was nothing she could do. Already his prick was slipping away, shrinking. Then it simply fell from her clinching asshole.

"My cock is ready, honey," Perry soothed. "I can get you off."

As he took Alan's place, she realized what he was going to do. When his hands took hold of her hips, she squealed, lurching away from him.

"No! You're too big to fuck my ass!"

"I wasn't going to," he replied softly.

He drove his monster prick up her cunt, causing her to screech. It was incredible how far his cockhead went, how much it stretched her cuntal walls. When his balls bounced against her, she gasped, a violent shudder rocking her. She felt like he had shoved his fist up her pussyhole.

"Are you okay?" Perry wanted to know.

He was lightly pinching her asscheeks, encouraging her to move. Dazedly, she shook the hair away from her face, trying to take in enough air to answer him.

"I'm all right," she panted. "Next time, go in slower. I'm not used to your huge cock yet. Maybe I never will get used to it."

"Sure you will," he said. "In a minute or two, you'll be loving it, just like before."

He flexed his cockmeat, making the knob push in farther. Squealing, she arched her back in protest.

"Please, not so much!" she gasped.

"That's as far as it goes," he responded.

Throwing back her head, she braced herself. Perry was drawing his giant cock out, his hands grasping her hips tightly.

Perry yanked on her hips as he lunged forward, filling her pussyhole with his cockmeat so fast and hard her head was spinning. She barely had time to shriek in rapture before he pulled back and rammed her again. Gasping, she collapsed on the bed, too shaken by the powerful fucking to keep her balance.

The man held her asscheeks high, and bulldozed his cockmeat into her again. Her body convulsed with shivers while she uttered a strangled groan.

A scream of passionate desire was driven from her throat as the man once more forced his prick ail the way inside her. Her cunt went into spasms, milking his prick. She was beginning to cum. With his next potent plunge, she dissolved into an orgasmic frenzy.

"Eeeeaahhh!" she yelled, quaking. "More! More!"

She hung onto the sheet so she wouldn't be catapulted off the bed by the man's raging cock or her own salacious writhings. Over and over he stabbed her with his gargantuan prick, while her cries of need and release rang against the walls. She didn't have to do anything but take the glorious fucking. And take it she did, cumming so much and so closely together that it seemed like there was no pause at all between one orgasm and the next.

Trembling uncontrollably, she lost herself to the torrid fucking. She was growing dizzy, her head swimming. Perry was fucking her unconscious, even as he kept forcing her to cum. Her cries became guttural, long groans of satiation, then weakening to whimpers of exhaustion. And still he kept fucking her.

"Hell, she's giving out," Lloyd complained. "I thought she had more staying power than that."

"Perry, why don't you give her poor cunt a rest and let her finish you off with her mouth?" Alan suggested.

Perry gave her a couple more shattering pokes before pulling out. Then he flipped her onto her back and straddled her. She could see how shiny his cock was with her cream, the odor of her juice nearly stifling.

"I can't!" she moaned.

He took advantage of her open mouth and shoved his cockhead inside. The huge knob had her jaws aching already.

"I know you can't take it in like you did Lloyd's," he said. "But you've got two hands to help you out, baby. Suck on the head while you stroke the shaft. I want to cum in your mouth."

She didn't want to suck him off, but knew there was no way out of it. Slowly, she took hold of his mighty cock and began to pump it.

"Suck, babe," Perry commanded. "Move your hands faster. Don't be afraid to really grab on. You won't break it, I promise."

As he pulled on her head, she began stroking his cock the way he wanted it done. She rolled her tongue around the fat cock-knob, gauging the width.

"Get ready," he muttered, his voice raspy. "Now. Swallow, baby. Drink my cum."

Holding her head so that she had to keep his cockhead in her mouth, he fed her his spunk. Spurt after spurt of his jism pelted her throat. Gulping, almost gagging on the abundant globs, she took down his juice. She kept pulling on his cock with her hands, milking him the way her pussy would have done. She decided that she liked the taste of his cum, and wouldn't mind drinking it again.

"Okay, stop," he moaned. "Shit, honey, what are you trying to do? Eat my cock?"

Reluctantly, she let him take his deflating prick from her hands and lips. She reached up to gently stroke the wilted monster, not wanting to leave it alone. But as the man crawled off the bed, she found she couldn't get to it any longer.

"I'm sorry," she apologized weakly. "I just got carried away. I certainly wouldn't want to hurt you. Not after all the pleasure you've given me. And I wouldn't want to spoil however much more enjoyment there would be to come."

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Perry murmured. Then he scowled. "But this bed isn't. Hell, it'll be a week before it dries."

"Then I guess I'll need another place to sleep," she suggested hopefully. "And since it's so cold out, uh, maybe I shouldn't sleep alone."

The three cousins looked at her, then at each other, and then began to grin.

"Do we draw straws, or what?" Alan inquired.

"Shit, our cocks are the only straws we've got," Lloyd mused, looking at Perry. "We all know who'd win that draw."

"Who do you want to sleep with, honey?" Perry asked her, ignoring his cousin's remark.

"You can't expect me to choose," she objected. "I can't even sit up. I just thought it might be fun. And not so lonely."

The men seemed as perplexed as she was. They studied her, then each other, shaking their heads.

An idea came to her. "How long is the storm supposed to last?" she questioned slowly. "That is, how long will we be secluded here with no way out?"

"Two days. Maybe three, but the weatherman doubts it," Lloyd said.

"Oh," she grunted. "I was hoping – I mean, if we were going to be together for three nights, it could go in alphabetical order. But that won't work now."

"Why not?" Perry asked, grinning. "We could put you in 102, and Alan would sleep with you until he fucked you, then he could go get Lloyd. When he got done, it would be my turn."

"Yeah, you'd have to be last, in any case," Alan said.