David Martin - Loaned wife

She tightened her throat on it, massaging his penis with her contractions. She allowed down on his cock, and it felt to Jeff as if she were milking his prick like a cow's udder. But then, finding the morsel too large for swallowing, tried to eject it. The muscles contracted again in a different sequence, this time from the bottom up, and it felt to Jeff like she was alternately tugging down and pushing up on his penis.

Jeff reached down and put his hands on either side of Janet's head, holding it as he heaved his hips forward. Janet sucked air desperately as she felt his abdomen press up tightly against her nose, felt his pubic hair tickling her upper lips, felt his balls swing gently forward to warm her chin, felt her lips pried wide apart to accommodate the thick base of his dick.

Even as she was struggling to regain control of her breathing Jeff began fucking in and out of her mouth as if it were a warm, tight, sucking cunt – and then it hit her.

She was laying on the bed in her own home with one huge cock rammed to the depths of her cunt, another jammed completely to the hairs in her ass, and still a third crammed completely into her mouth and throat. All of them were doing her, fucking her, using her.

And she loved it!

Janet was no longer able to hide this side of her nature from herself, no longer able to repress it, no longer able to avoid facing the fact. She loved sex, loved fucking, loved being used, loved having cock filling every available orifice.

She moaned deep in her throat, the vibrations transferring themselves directly to the hard, thick dick she sucked. Jeff felt those vibrations and threw whatever inhibitions remained to the winds. He began pumping his hips, stroking his cock in and out of her sucking mouth as if it were a gaping pussy. His glans rubbed the taut ridges in her throat, sending shivers of excitement coursing through his body from his dick outward.

Don, laying on his side, was pumping his rigid member in and out of her cunt without regard to the pain his freakishly sized dick might be causing. He could feel the spasming contractions of her cunt on him and was fighting to control himself, to make it last as long as possible, but the fight wasn't made any easier by the sensations of Pinky's prick swelling back and forth through the sheath of Janet's tight ass. Pinky leaned backwards, his hands on her buttocks, spreading them so he could peer down in the dim illumination and actually see the rude stump of his cock tunneling in and out of the mightily stretched aperture of her once tiny anus.

The three men were toiling over her, her expert openings milking and sucking and squeezing and working at them, trying to summon the torrential outpouring of thick hot cream that she seemed to crave with every wriggle, every heave, every shudder of her elegantly curved body.

Her breath was coming faster, her muscles contracting. And then she began to jerk and spasm. Her body went rigid, taut as a drawn violin string. But her inner muscles, all of them – throat, ass, cunt – were working spastically at the three cocks.

From somewhere around the base of her throat, a strange sound not unlike the tearing of cardboard emanated. She began to shake like one with a fever chill, rattling between the three men. Then her body began to undulate, starting at her head as she ducked her face forward, once again taking every last inch of Jeff's dick far back into her throat, then down to her belly and hips, jerking forward onto the massive pinion of Don's cock. She began stiffening backwards and sending her ass plummeting down to absorb all of Pinky's thick prick.

Everything fled Janet's mind as she came again and again and again, lost in a single, unbroken flow of continuous orgasmic frenzy. All that was left in her consciousness was the thought of cocks – hard cocks, long cocks, thick cocks, rigid cocks, cock swollen with blood, throbbing cocks, stiff cocks, cocks that pierced her to the vitals.

She could feel the tension in Jeff's balls coming first, and suddenly, all she wanted was to taste cum, torrents of it, to feel it all over and through her, filling her and then some till it overflowed her and drenched her skin.

She sucked the harder on his dick, lost in her world of lustful pleasures. Her tongue did a mad dance over the shaft filling her mouth while the muscles of her throat and gullet went wild on his head. His hips shuddered, his balls jerked upwards in their fleshy sac – and he finally began to empty his load deep into her wide-open throat.

She felt the cum pouring into her stomach and her cuntal and anal muscles contracted in ecstatic harmony. Pinky, unable to restrain himself any longer, let go a long, low groan of utter surrender, slammed his hips forward as if he could somehow get still more of his dick into the glove-tight passage and then felt his balls convulse as they fired gobs and gobs of his pent-up load into the depths of Janet's bowels.

Don, feeling the spasms of Pinky's dick on his own penis through the single thin membrane separating them as clearly as if Pinky's member were his own, finally went limp and began pouring his vast quantity of too-long unreleased spunk out into Janet's cunt and womb. Spurt after spurt of steaming cum gushed into her.

Janet felt each coming as clearly as if it were the only prick she were taking on instead of being but one member of a trio of members. She felt the streams of hot jism pouring into her gullet and belly from Jeff's cock, the torrents unleashed to cling and burn her bowels and ass from Pinky's dick, and the floods, the cloudburst abundance of Don's spunk filling her womb and overflowing her cunt.

The individual swellings, throbs and spasms of each cock were, each to itself, sufficient to send her to a peak, but the three combined were more than she could bear.

Jeff, the last explosions upon him, began to pull his dick out of her throat. Reflexively, Janet locked her lips lightly about his shaft in the depressed ring just behind his flange. She continued to suck on his cock as if it were a mother's tit, twirling her tongue about it and swallowing as fast as she could. Still, it was too much for her and a single great gob of sticky semen streamed out around her luscious lips to drip off her cheek onto the bed sheet.

Pinky's abundant flow had overfilled her ass. The extra was already backing up in the tight constriction of her anal trail, becoming a creamy froth about the dick sheathed in her rear opening, drooling over his thighs and her ass cheek.

But Don – his ejaculation was so copious and overwhelming that the cum had already overflowed her womb and was oozing back up the terrible length of his thick weapon so that each spurt he launched into her depths sent a corresponding spurt of frothy overflow out the brutally stretched lips of her tender pussy.

And all the time she writhed and shook and shuddered and wriggled, covered with her perspiration and the sweat of the three rough men using her for their pleasure, becoming soaked with the slippery overflow of their triple dose of cum and the secretions of her own body.

She wanted to scream out her pleasure, but she couldn't bring herself to relinquish the already limpening cock she sucked. Slowly, at first, then faster, all of the sensations, all of the grunts and groans and moans and heavings and shakings began to recede from her consciousness and she could almost see a great ball of red passion growing inside her mind, in the back of her closed eyelids, a ball that rushed ever closer, as if she were falling into it.

It came closer, closer, and finally exploded into a blackness as the sheer pleasure of it all sent Janet tumbling into unconsciousness.

Tom whirled at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. The face he saw was dark, swarthy, heavily bearded. The man's eyes were barely slits and his nose had been broken a few times. His lips showed an ugly scar that continued down his chin.