Bob Wallace - Hot fun wife

Monica moaned, licking frantically at Carl's finger, relishing the tangy taste of her own cunt juice. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, melting to her knees as both men continued to massage her tits.

She looked at Griff's cock-bulge. Moaning, she pulled down his zipper and groped inside his pants for his prick. She found his cock, gasped, and then hauled his prick out. "Oh, Christ!"

"Now me," Carl rasped, squeezing her tit hard. "Takeout my cock."

"Yes," she whispered. She yanked down Carl's zipper, grabbed his cock and pulled his prickshaft out. She gazed first at Carl's towering prick, then at Griff's. Two cocks. It boggled her mind.

"Kiss'em, blondie," Griff moaned. "Show us how much you appreciate our help in cleaning up your trash."

Monica leered at their pricks. Her head was swirling. "No," she said feebly.

Carl grabbed her hair and tugged easily. "Kiss it, honey. Give me a nice good suck."

Monica didn't fight. She wanted to suck them, wanted to degrade herself. She opened her mouth, gobbled up Carl's prick and sucked as much hard cockmeat as she could.

"Nnnnnn," Carl growled as the heat of Monica's mouth seared his prick. "Jesus Christ!"

Griff's jaw dropped. "Damn." He grabbed Monica's hair, pulled her mouth from Carl's cock and brought her to his own prick. "Suck."

Monica did. She didn't care. One cock was the same as the other. She whipped her tongue over his bloated cockhead, heard him groan, and heard Carl complain.

"Hey, buddy," Carl said, rubbing his aching prick. "Let's share her."

"She's only got one mouth," Griff moaned.

"Yeah, but she's got two holes," Carl reminded him. "Two tight fantastic holes."

Griff pulled Monica's sucking mouth from his prick. An ugly sneer spread over his face. "Let's prime her first, good buddy." He grabbed her tit and tugged, pulling a dazed lust crazed Monica to her feet. "Spread, your legs, honey."

Obediently, Monica did as he asked. She was out of her mind, her hips swiveling erotically under the ready gazes of both men.

Griff fucked three fingers into Monica's hot gaping cunt. "Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock." He finger-fucked hard, making Monica squeal. Hot fuck juice flowed over his fingers, coating them with a white milky froth. "Finger-fuck her asshole, Carl. Let's give her a sample of what's in store for her."

"Yeah," Carl agreed. He skimmed his hand over her rocking hip, kneading one jiggling ass cheek. "You're one hot sexy bitch." He found her wrinkled asshole.

"Yessss!" she squealed as Carl fingerfucked her asshole. "Yesssss!" Her blue eyes bulged. Her asshole stretched as Carl's blunt rough fingers jabbed into the tight dry walls, of her narrow asshole.

Her tits swinging and bouncing with each jerky move of her body, Monica squealed and whimpered her overwhelming pleasure. "Oh, God, what am I doing?" Somewhere in her lust-sopped brain, a ray of decency began to shine. "Ohhh, God." Her passion was too powerful, too intense. The ray faded.

"Look at this bitch go," Griff said, fucking his fingers into her pussy. "A regular nympho." His speed increased as her spongy cunt muscles attacked his fucking fingers with greedy pulsations.

"Yeahhhh," Carl groaned. "A dynamite bitch." He plunged another finger into Monica's asshole, spread them, stretching her hole. "My cock is going to fit perfectly in here. It'll be just like fucking a virgin."

Monica heard them talking through a buzz which filled her head. She couldn't stop her hips. "Oh… Ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum! Unnnnn! So close… so damn fuckin' close." If they thought she was a whore, she was going to prove she was.

She leaned forward, her arms stiff, her palms flat against the table. "Harder, you guys. Make me cum. Prime me for your cocks." She kept her legs stiff and parted, her hips in perpetual motion. "Soon, guys. Soon!"

Griff's hooded eyes looked over her naked flesh. He leered at her heavy dangling tits swinging like fleshy weights as she rode his fucking fingers. "Gonna fuck you proper once you're primed, blondie. Nice and proper."

"Yesssss," she hissed through her teeth. "Yesssss!" She snapped her head back, her blonde hair swishing across her smooth naked back. She rocked her hips and jabbed back at Carl's ass-gouging fingers. Her blue glassy eyes found his face. "Harder, Carl. Finger me harder."

"Unnnnn!" she wailed as Carl complied with what she had asked. Her eyes saw their cocks jutting up from their pants. She swooned, her blue eyes widening. She raced mindlessly toward an orgasm. "Oh, Christ. I'm ready… so close!"

Griff fucked her pussy with his fingers. With his fingers tearing into her cunt hole, he mashed his thumb against her clit. The action sent Monica into a screaming climax.

Jerking and thrashing on Griff's fingers, Monica creamed. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!"

"Look at her go," Carl gasped, watching Monica twisted and turned as she leaned against the table. "Goddamn! She's gonna be great in bed?"

"No shit," Griff agreed. He ravaged her cunt with his hard callused fingers. "She's creaming me, buddy. Her fuckin' cunt is going crazy." His prick throbbed. He knew his prick would soon take the place of his fucking fingers.

"Can't wait to fuck her asshole," Carl said, gouging her narrow ass canal with his fingers. "I'm stretching it now. Damn!"

Monica heard their voices. The situation didn't seem real. They were talking about her. She was drunk, drunk with a passion their fucking fingers had caused. She humped forward, her knees buckling. She cried as her clit slammed into Griff's thumb.

She rocked back and forth. Orgasms attacked her pussy, swept her up and carried her into bliss. "I'm creaming… creaming!" She looked at their faces one at a time and moaned. "Oooooo, I it… love it!"

"She's one hot bitch," Griff said as hot buttery cream dripped from her pussy and soaked his wrist. "A real cummer too." He twisted his fingers inside her exploding cunt hole, mangled her cunt with his thumb. "Soon, baby, it'll be our cocks."

"Yeah," Carl groaned. He jabbed the walls of her asshole.

Monica's knees buckled. She crashed forward. Her elbows gave out. "Aghhhh!" Her tits smashed into the smooth surface of the table. Their fingers, deep in her body, kept her from falling to the floor. She was creaming over and over again.

"Better save some for our cocks," Carl said, amazed by Monica's unabashed lust. "Damn, we don't want to wear the bitch out." He popped his fingers, from her asshole.

"Can't tire this bitch out," Griff said. He crammed his fingers deep, then dragged them out of her cunt hole, ripping his nails against her pulsing pussy walls. "She's always ready."

Monica, her body empty, melted to the floor in a heap of quivering flesh. She writhed on her back, skittering down from her tremendous high.

"Look at her," Griff said. "She's already thinking about our cocks."

"You're right," Carl said, rubbing his aching hard-on. "She can't get enough."

Dazed, her passion abated, Monica looked at the two grinning men, saw their cocks, and knew what was next.

"No," Monica murmured weakly.

"Don't be a shit," Griff said, leering down at Monica's naked body. He wielded his cock in front of her as she cringed on the floor. "You know you want this."

"No," she sobbed, closing her eyes. She felt as if she had just awakened from one nightmare and had been flung into another. "No!"

"Listen to her," Carl said, brandishing his prick. "She wants to be begged."

"Yeah, we'll beg her," Griff laughed. "Up in bed."

"She'll be begging us," Carl sneered, drooling as Monica shivered on the floor, frightened and sick with disgust.

Griff, his cock jutting out like a totem pole, reached down and grabbed Monica's wrist. "C'mon, baby. Let's go upstairs where we can get comfortable."