Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

Ralph rubbed his cockhead over her cunt and Cindy sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. Marty spread her asscheeks and wet her bung with saliva.

"That's the cutest little asshole I've seen in a long time," he said as he crouched down and stared at her butt-hole.

Cindy's jaws worked over her tits and Ralph thrust his dick into her pussy-hole. Marty brutally shoved his thumb into her bung, and Cheryl gasped with a combination of excitement and fright. He was a dangerous man when he became angry and she wasn't sure that he didn't want to get even with her for refusing to go down on Cindy.

Suddenly she felt a hard slap on her butt. She tried to turn her head, but Cindy leaned over and prevented her from moving. "Ouch!" she shrieked when Marty slapped her again.

"You don't like it?" he growled, slapping her harder. "Your girlfriend here loves it! How come you don't like it?"

He slapped her again and again and Cheryl shrieked with outrage and pain. Ralph drilled his dick deep inside her gash and Cindy sucked hungrily on her tits while Marty sadistically slapped her butt until her skin was raw.

"Now, you fucking bitch," Marty said softly. "Open up that asshole and let me in!"

When Lance suggested they go out to his cabin in the woods, she had some misgivings. Ever since the day he had photographed her fucking his two friends, she'd been a little afraid of him.

"I promise you some of the best fucking you've ever had," he said smoothly and the hot-cunted brunette couldn't resist.

"But no rough stuff, okay?" she said.

"And no pictures."

He promised he wouldn't take photographs. He said nothing about the rough stuff and she forgot about it when she slipped into his Mercedes and he sped onto the highway.

They drove for about an hour and he turned into an old country road that had hardly any traffic. She sat close to him and tried to give him a hand-job in the car, but he pushed her away.

"Save it," he said.

When they arrived at the cabin, Cheryl was pleased with the luxury of the place. But then she'd expected as much. Log cabin or high-rise apartment, Lance had style.

She put up a pot of coffee and when it was ready, poured two cups. She felt good. She put her feet up on the coffee table and glanced around the room. Beamed ceilings and bearskin rugs. Copper pots filled with dried flowers and overstuffed chairs and sofas.

"Are you going to tell me now what you've got planned?" she said.

He lit a fire as they chatted. "You'll see," he said.

"I can't get home too late," she said. "Charlie likes to watch fuck-films on Friday nights."

"Since when do you care what that loser husband of yours wants?" he said.

Cheryl bristled. "I don't like when you talk about Charlie that way," she said.

"If he wasn't a loser, would you be in here with me?" he said nastily.

"I don't want to hear it," she said.

Suddenly the door to the cabin opened. Lance glanced at her, a strange glint in his eyes. "They're here," he said.

Cheryl gazed at the three men walking into the cabin, her heart pounding with fear. She brought her feet down off the coffee table and turned to Lance.

"Who are they?" she said.

"Is that the slut you said we could have?" one of the men said.

They were all dressed in rough work clothes. They had beards and long hair and didn't look too clean. She turned from Lance to the man speaking and back to Lance.

"What is he talking about?" she said, panic gripping her.

"This is the girl I was referring to," Lance said slowly.

"Me first," the man croaked. He licked his lips disgustingly and leered at Cheryl's tits.

"No!" Cheryl hissed. "Oh, no!"

"That's some piece of ass," another man said as they all approached the sofa where Cheryl was sitting. "I'll bet she's got a husband who don't cut the mustard, too, huh?" he cackled.

"Shit, look at them tits!" the third one was reaching over and swiping his hand over her cleavage. "I'm gonna love sticking it to you, honey!"

Fear gripped her and she begged Lance to make them leave, but he said nothing. She tried not to cry, realizing instinctively that tears would only serve to excite them. But it wasn't easy. She was completely terrified.

"Let's fuck her on the bearskin rug like he promised," one of them said.

"Okay by me," another one said.

They yanked her off the sofa and pulled her over to the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. They gathered around her and leered as they lewdly rubbed their crotches.

"Get your blouse off, honey," one of them said. "I mean to get me a taste of those pretty knockers you're hiding in there."

"Lance?" Cheryl tried one more time to gain Lance's sympathy.

He was adjusting a camera and she knew she had to do what the men wanted.

"Filthy pigs!" she hissed as she got to her feet and tried to maintain her dignity while she unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Was this the price she was paying for her infidelity?

One of them yanked her bra off and soon she was standing naked from the waist up, surrounded by three disgusting men, with the flames of the fire dancing over her heaving tits.

"You go first, Nate," Lance said, his camera already whirling.

Nate's face was contorted with lust. He grinned, a drop of saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he grabbed her arm and pushed her down on the rug.

Before she could protest, he pulled her skirt and panties off and she tried to hide her nakedness with her hands.

"That's right little lady," he snickered. "You get it good and hot and Nate's prick will slide right in." The others surrounded her. Lance came in for a close-up as she moved her hands to her cunt. She was humiliated to find that despite her degradation, her cunt was wet.

Meanwhile Nate had unzipped his fly and pulled his prick out. It was bigger than Cheryl expected and she felt an odd mixture of loathing and anticipation. His dick protruded from his fly and he lost no time in mounting her.

"Let's just see if this thing fits into your hot little hole," he chuckled, cackling as the other men released their dicks and masturbated.

He slipped his cock between her legs and without any preamble he shoved it into her snatch. Despite herself, the horny housewife closed her eyes and gasped as his cock tore into her.

"She was ready, all right!" one of the men hissed as her cunt flaps opened wide to accommodate his big cock.

"You're disgusting!" she shrieked, trying to force his prick out of her cunt.

"You try that again and I'll slap you silly!" Nate said, filling her pussy with his incredibly thick boner.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed her tits in his callused hands. His ass lunged back and forth as he thrust his prick in and out of her cunt.

Again and again he tore her in two with his dick. At one point Cheryl thought he would rip her apart with his brutal thrusts.

He came then, a thick load of jism exploding in her snatch and his cock quickly losing its stiffness. He grunted like an animal in heat and rolled off her body to make room for the next one.

"She's good and tight," Nate said as another one called Pete took his place.

The other man was jerking off and Cheryl prayed they would soon release her. Just then the door opened and three more men tramped into the room.

Her eyes widened with fright as they surrounded her. "Did you invite everyone in the area?" she said bitterly to Lance who was busily filming the entire scene.

"Good shots," he said as Pete straddled her and shoved his cock deep inside her gash.

The others unzipped their flies and masturbated, pointing their cocks over her body as Pete speared her snatch. Two of them came, drenching her with their jism. But before she was allowed to catch her breath, two more had fucked her, one in her cunt and one in her asshole.