Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

When the thick, hotly throbbing head of her husband's penis first slipped through into the tightly constricted channel of her rectum, Virginia was sure that she was being ripped apart. But now that he was buried so deeply up in her hideously stretched backside, the involuntary flexing of his wildly jerking cock gradually began to change from pain to highly erotic sensations that went charging pell-mell through her nakedly kneeling body. Again she moaned; this time, not with pain but with desire… a wildly insane desire for him to go on and on, using her rectum back there just as her cunt and her mouth had been used.

Churningly, her hips began to buck wantonly back against him, and she found herself mouthing words. "Come on, Leon, darling… f-fuck me there! Go ahead… and fuck me!" Even as she moaned the obscene phrases out, she wasn't prepared for Arthur Hartman's next suggestion.

Art was telling her husband, "Now, if you'll turn her over, Leon, and keep your cock shoved all the way up in her asshole, I'll be able to fuck her, too… in the cunt! She'll love it!"

"Ooohhh, n-no!"

Neither man heard her gasped-out objection, for in the next moment, her husband had wrapped his arms tightly around her and was rolling them both over until she was lying full length on top of him – her back pressed against his chest – with his hotly throbbing cock still buried like some great log deep up inside her sensitively puckering rectum. Her legs were splayed wide apart obscenely, and Leon was grating, in her ear, "Now, you bitch, you'll get enough cock… once and for all!"

Helpless to object further, she felt Hartman crawl between their legs; then his heatedly pulsing cock was sliding into her wetly waiting cuntal sheath, filling her as she had never been filled before. It was an exquisite sensation that made her imagine that her entire body was nothing but a receptacle for hotly throbbing man-cock. She moaned with an heretofore unfelt passion, "Oh, God! Don't make me wait! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Both of you!"

Then she was being buffeted from above and below, both long, virile penises moving in her with a wildness that knew no equal, and she matched that wildness as she wantonly bucked her hips upward against Arthur to absorb all of his deep-plunging cock into her gratefully quivering pussy, then fucked downward against her husband to feel his wildly pulsating shaft move deep in the hot tightness of her anal passage. It was all so heady, so ridden with erotically delicious sensations that her senses began to desert her one by one, eyes dimming with rapture and ears buzzing and unhearing, but leaving her feeling it all… the only important sense upon which she concentrated, the coursing, electric sensations of sensual sexuality as she was fucked in the anus, fucked in the cunt… and fucked into sweet oblivion.

Jack Keller, slamming his eagerly thickened penis deep into Annabelle's hotly receptive vagina from behind, brought the platinum blonde to her first orgasm while she was still voraciously sucking on Bruce Holcombe's long rigid cock; then, only moments later, his own climax had pumped through the rock-hard rod of his penis to spew his white hot sperm deep up inside her heatedly convulsing cuntal channel. Wild to drive toward his own ejaculation, Bruce drove Jack away, saying, "Okay, Jack, you've had her! Now it's my turn to get into her!" Kneeling up, he pulled his thickly vibrating cock out of Annabelle's soft nibbling mouth, and even as Jack withdrew his still spewing penis from her fully opened cuntal mouth, Bruce was turning the naked blonde on her back and shoving his impatiently jerking cock deep into her moistly seething pussy. Insanely, he fucked into her, pounding his pulsating thick penis deep and hard with desperate strength… and Annabelle came again, and within moments, still another time, just ahead of his own hotly spewing ejaculation.

"Aaaaaaaaaa cummmmmiiiiinnngg! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

Bruce collapsed wearily on top of her with a grunt of satisfaction. "Christ! What a woman!"

Hugo Foxx had been kissing Phyllis Hartman, fondling and caressing her proudly naked breasts as she sat spread-legged in the chair while the kneeling Stanley Townsend tongue-fucked her to ecstatic heights of passion. Her hips were wantonly writhing up against the wetly stimulating tongue when suddenly she twisted her head aside to break Hugo's deep, tongue-probing kiss. She gasped, "God, that's enough, Stan! I've got to have your cock in my pussy now! I want you to fuck me!"

Townsend raised his head, and she slid from the chair down to the rug, with her thighs spread lewdly wide to receive him. Eagerly her hands reached down to grasp his long thin penis as he moved up between her legs. Without pausing, she guided his heatedly pulsating penis straight into her wetly demanding cunt and then her hands went around to his naked buttocks to pull him hard and tight into her feverish young loins. "Now!" she gasped. "Fuck me… with everything you've got!"

Going down to the rug beside her, Hugo intended to have her suck him off at the same time, but his attention was diverted momentarily to his wife, Annabelle, who had just screamed out her climax under Bruce Holcombe's wildly pounding penis. He had been watching her covertly all the while, as she had acted with uncharacteristic wantonness with the two virile men. Hugo's pale blue eyes flashed with jealousy and an unwarranted injured pride. He was so inured to a double standard of behavior that he found it difficult to tolerate her brazen actions. She's acting like a little tramp! But, God damn it, I'll teach her a thing or two when I get her home!

Then his gaze shifted to watch what was happening to Virginia. The three figures lewdly writhing there on the mattress claimed his entire attention. The salacious spectacle he was watching of two men fucking the same woman at once was something he, himself, had always wanted to do. The previously innocent young wife was in the middle, her tight little anus filled with long thick cock, while above her Art Hartman was slamming his massively hardened shaft into her wetly sucking cunt. And she was lewdly screaming out an invitation to both men to fuck her harder and deeper. Damn! The guy on the bottom's got to be her husband!

The voyeur in him took charge, and he forgot all about Phyllis and Stan until Phyllis began screaming out her orgasmic release. He looked down at her passion-distorted face as she climaxed under Stan's wildly thrusting cock. He knew from the way Townsend's wetly glistening penis was jackhammering into her that he was just about ready to shoot his cum deep into Art's wife's squirming pussy. Then, as Phyllis shuddered spasmodically and moaned her satisfaction, Stan slammed his long hardened cock into her for a final thrust, his body stiffening as he held himself deep up inside her warmly quivering pussy, his gasp of completion coming from him in a long exhalation.

It was then, as the huge bear of a man watched his company's president collapse on top of Hartman's lovely black-haired wife that he decided to do something different… something he'd always wanted to do. Waiting for a moment or two, Hugo knelt down beside the satiated couple and prodded Stan Townsend into moving aside with, "Damn it, I haven't had a crack at her yet, Stan!"

Obligingly, the Eko-Klean president moved himself from on top of her and sat in the chair. From there, he surveyed the sex activity still going on in the room; he was completely satisfied with the afternoon's expanding sex party, during which he had already cum twice.

Hugo straddled Phyllis Hartman's naked torso, and as she looked up through sex-glazed eyes to see him swimmingly, she murmured, "Oh, it's you, Hugo, darling! What do you want… fuck or suck?"

"Neither!" he grinned down into her face.

"Well… what then?"