Steve Golden - Always hot wife

Terry planted his huge cock head in the soggy pool over her left eye, with the piss-slit stuck up against the bridge of her nose. His jism sprang out in fat globs. The thick white lines of cum spiraled out across her face like spokes of a wheel. Her face glittered with cum, layers and layers of it, like some milky cosmetic.

"Suck cock! Suck cock, slut!" Cal wheezed, directing spurt after spurt of jism into her face and between her lips. His fist squeezed his cock hard and he seemed to be trying to poke the prick head into Penny's mouth.

But her mouth was already full. It was clogged to the depths with steaming, wriggling spunk. Her throat was blocked with cum, her tongue buried under it. Her checks ballooned wide with wads of jism. And white streamers of cum oozed and dribbled from the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks and along her neck. Her teeth were no longer visible. Her open lips were sealed with a wide and deep pool of spunk.

Terry was panting. He grabbed a handful of Penny's blonde hair, tried to stop the flow of his cum with it. But his prick kept on shooting, blasting knots of jism along her forehead and down her left cheek. The hot cock cream was jetting out in torrents. Blonde strands of hair were matted together with cum.

"Take it all, whore! Suck down every blast blob of cum!" ordered Cal. He forced his cock head against her open lips and tried to plunge the wall of white spunk inwards. More hot jism overflowed her mouth and ran down her face.

Penny started to gag. She made gurgling sounds deep in her throat and Cal backed off, his cock tip dripping white cum. He and Terry still spurted ribbons of jism across her face. She played the pond of cum about on her tongue, then forced it upwards, spilling milky fuck cream all over her flower face. The spunk was pouring from her mouth like lava.

She was whimpering under the awful rain of cum. Her hands were caught under the burly fists of the men and she couldn't stop jerking their cocks. But she couldn't take any more cum. They were drowning her in jism. She swallowed frantically, slurping gobs of the stuff to her belly. But she couldn't eat it all. She let cum ooze and roll from her lips, soiling her pretty face even more.

"Jesus Christ," whispered the photographer.

Terry stopped spurting cum and rested his swollen cock on Penny's forehead. He swished it about casually, smearing jism all over her like varnish. Strands of her hair were stuck to his cock by the gooey cum. And finally Cal stopped shooting. He held his cock head over her spewing mouth and let the dangling strings of spunk snap across her lips.

She was making soft little sounds, half of pleasure, half of panic. The great wet wall of spunk still clogged her lips and overflowed down her chin. Ribbons of white cum crisscrossed her face like lines on a road map. Her face glistened and shone like a weird liquid mask. The globs and strands of cum drooled down her neck like wax down a candle.

"Rest your cocks on her face," instructed the photographer. "I want some tight closeups of all that cum and your hard-ons. Smear it about some. Smudge the jizz around with your cocks."

The weary men did as instructed, anchoring the fat bloated heads of their cocks on Penny's cheeks and forehead and swishing the thick layers of spunk to the left and right. It began to make strange patterns on her skin. Her cum mask glittered and shone like an uneven coat of paint. Her face stayed passive under the weight of the cocks.

"Let her do it. Let her do it herself," said the photographer.

The men lifted their hands off their cocks. Penny squeezed the pricks. And now she took over, rubbing the prick heads into her checks and smearing the thick layers of cum. Her mouth was still a clogged oval of greasy white. Spunk drained off down her chin. She had stopped whimpering and was calmer now. A teasing smile had even returned to the corners of her cummy mouth.

"These are the best shots I've ever taken," the photographer said. "They're going to be fucking amazing."

He snapped several more pictures and let his camera hang loosely from his neck. Then he unzipped his fly and hauled out his thick oozing cock. He knelt with the others by Penny's unrecognizable face and began to jerk off, aiming his cock head at her shimmering mouth.

Penny's husband Ron sat at his office desk and stared at the wall. His mouth was dry and his head hurt. He knew he wouldn't get any more work done that afternoon, but he didn't feel like going home. He couldn't face his young wife. Not yet. He reached into a drawer and took out the thick manila envelope for the fourth or fifth time. Slowly, methodically, he leafed through the bundle of obscene photographs.

At first he hadn't believed it was his wife in the pictures. He said it was a look-alike, a model who just happened to look like Penny. But Cal had insisted it was Penny, and deep down Ron knew it was too. Cal had come to his office early that morning, obviously embarrassed, and asked to talk with him. He had something very unpleasant to show him, he said. As a close friend, Cal went on, he thought he owed it to Ron to show him the photographs that he'd stumbled on.

Ron had laughed at first, thinking Cal had simply wanted to pull some practical joke. Cal was fond of such things. But then Ron had examined the pictures closely, one by one. There were dozens of them. And there could be no doubt. The horny slut in the photographs was his new wife. She was dressed in nothing but a garter belt and black stockings, and she was fucking and sucking three men.

"Where did you get these?" Ron gasped, his heart churning.

"What does it matter?" Cal watched him carefully, thankful he wasn't recognizable in any of the pictures. "I got them from the friend of a friend. It was coincidence, really. I couldn't believe it when I saw it was Penny. But I thought you ought to know. I felt I owed it to you."

"You did the right thing," Ron said miserably. "Do you know who these three guys are? Who took the pictures?"

"I've no idea. Like I said, it was a weird coincidence I got hold of them at all."

Ron sifted through the pictures, not speaking. And soon after that Cal left, feeling more and more uncomfortable standing there while his friend examined the pictures of the incredible orgy. It was one thing to let a friend know his new wife was a cheating slut, but it was another to have to watch him grow purple with anger and hurt. Cal beat a hasty retreat.

And so all morning Ron sat there in a daze, shoving the photographs away in disgust then taking them out again and again, examining them in detail. His anger grew and slackened off, as the hours passed. And something else grew and kept growing. He was ashamed to feel a healthy stiffness in his pants that just wouldn't go away. His cock was hard and throbbing.

Now he was going through the pictures yet again, and as he did so he stroked his cock through the material of his slacks. It was no longer anger he felt, he realized. It was fascination. He was wondering how Penny had gotten herself into the amazing gang bang, and why. In most of the shots she was smiling. She had obviously enjoyed herself.

The pictures were really very well done, he had to admit. It seemed a professional had been in charge. Even the backdrop was interesting just like the plush backgrounds he'd seen in all the mens' magazines. And Penny's costume. She was dressed just like one of the magazine models. He recognized the dress he'd bought her, and the exotic underwear.

He flipped through the first few shots of Penny jiggling her tits free of the dress and stripping to her garter belt. He slowed down the ones showing her stuffing herself with fake pink cocks. The look on her face was unmistakable. She was really turned on. He had never seen her turned on quite like this.