Chapter 4

Daisy

Though they’d parked, her screeching nails continued to claw at the windshield while Daisy tried to gulp oxygen. Waves of pleasure surged through her as the pulsing of the last of Skink’s warm seed at last slowed. Firmly embedded, his massive shaft remained far inside her clenching rectum. Moan after moan slipped free of her. Her blurring vision tracked a long line of drool dribbling from her open lips, through swaying tendrils of matted hair, to the floor. Milky white flecks sprayed the scuffed ribbed mat.

“Why don’t you, uh, grab the keys, Danny.” Skink’s deep voice rattled her chest. So warm and yet so rough, his long fingers roamed her sweaty back.

Danny? Dan? My husband. He’s still here. Where?

Grunting, she tried to lift her head, but the car door opened and slammed shut. Shuffling footsteps faded into the distance. About to call out to Dan, she moaned instead when Skink’s large, coarse hands slid to her ribs.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you up.” As his deep voice again shook her, Daisy huffed.

After so many massive orgasms, every aching muscle spasmed when Skink lifted her shaking body. The vacuum pulled on her as his pole slid away—so deep inside. After slamming her hands to the side of the door, she cried out when a loud plop, announcing his helmet popping free, echoed across the parking lot. Warmth flowed down her legs. Thick drooling warmth.

“Damn, Skink. You filled her little ass all up.” Laughter erupted from a tall shadow that appeared next to the car.

“Yeh, that’s gonna stink in the morning.”

Fascinated, Daisy looked under her at two thick waves of white cum sliding down her trembling legs to puddle on the ground around her shaking feet. As she shook in Skink’s embrace, her heels, the last of her clothing, tapped on the dirty—now muddy—concrete.

“Here. Let me take her, Skink.” At first, unable to tell where the voice came from, she realized its source was now in front of her. Another set of powerful hands grasped her. Leather, incense ... Man. Cheeser.

With a hungry moan, she slapped her hand onto him and drove her fingers into his waistband.

“Woah there, sweet thing. There’s a bed inside, okay?”

As her fingers wormed deeper to slide along the warm, pulsing flesh of his rising shaft, her mind shifted once more. This time ... No cold tile. A bed.

I’ll put on another show. Just one more time. Perhaps Dan—Danny would watch this time. Then I...

“Thanks, Danny,” Skink said, from somewhere nearby.

After sweeping back a tattered blonde shock of hair, she forced her head upwards to find her husband. Except, before she got to his face, she paused at the firm tent in his shorts.

My God! He’s so hard—again. He’s enjoying this as much as me.

When at last she lifted to his eyes, Daisy smiled. Though Dan was pale and quivering, he gave her a quick grin before disappearing from view as the two dark giants led her to the open door. Even though the hands glided over her, a wall of love rose inside. Maybe not a wall, but something—smaller, perhaps.

Dan loves this. If not, he isn’t complaining—or resisting. He drove us while I was being ... While I fucked Skink.

After a few quick steps, while what’s left of her mind tried to piece together her husband’s reaction—or lack thereof—Daisy found herself flat on her back. Faded dark blue and red, a cool nylon bed covering was slick beneath her. Once she swept more sweaty, matted hair from her face, she looked around the small, dated motel room. The whirring of the air-conditioner was loud, and she could just make out Dan’s grunting as he hauled their suitcase across the tattered, dark-red, well-worn carpet.

He’s so cute. I doubt I’ll be wearing clothes again for a while.

After holding back a giggle, her addled brain took in the dark wood paneling and dim yellowish bulbs as the smell of industrial disinfectant filled her nostrils. When the bed shifted, she bit into the corner of her lower lip and spread her legs wide. Through blurred vision, she discerned a massive shadow looming over her.

“Oh, yeh. Look at that, Danny. She’s already opening up for me.” After squinting, Cheeser’s smiling black face resolved; she grinned up at him.

I am. I want him—again. Sorry, Dan—Danny.

“You can let me go now, sweet thing.”

With a murmur, Daisy looked at her hand still grasping his engorged shaft. Water gushed in the small bathroom, somewhere deeper in the room. The thin flooring shook when Skink stepped out. Creaking under his bulk, the mattress sank once more.

“Danny, I’m gonna try some of that blowjob action.” Skink said as he ran his fingers through Daisy’s hair. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Did he?

Her long splayed legs shook under Cheeser’s smooth sliding fingers. If Dan—Danny—said anything, Daisy didn’t hear it as Cheeser caressed her. A loud groan slipped from her when the two men rolled her over and tugged her up onto her hands and knees. Daisy arched upwards as large hands massaged her ribcage. Rough, but gentle—Cheeser’s hands.

So strong. Long fingers. So very long.

Everything about him was long—and strong. God, she wanted him again. With a hungry moan, she swayed back.

“Whoa there, sweet thing. Not yet.” The long, powerful hands clenched her in place. All through her empty pussy, the walls trembled as dripping fluid cooled along her inner thighs.

“Please,” she muttered.

Ignoring her, Cheeser called out. “Can you see her alright, Danny?”

“Yes,” her husband murmured.

He’s watching. My husband will see. Again. He loves it. I bet he’s even harder right now.

But when Daisy tried to turn her head to check, strong fingers drove through her hair to clench her head. “No, baby. Open wide for your new toy.”

While opening her mouth for him, Daisy’s eyes blinked up at Skink. The silken heat of a throbbing, rounded mass slid through her folds. As a primal groan ripped from her, she surged backwards. But once again, Cheeser gripped her tight, not permitting her to impale herself. Even as she held her lips wide and waited, Daisy moaned in frustration.

It’s my show! And my husband’s watching.

“Please.” The forlorn desperation momentarily shocked even Daisy; she trembled and once more flung herself back. From somewhere in the dim yellow-tinged room, her husband gasped.

“Oh fuck. Jesus, Danny. Your wife’s a horny little thing,” Cheeser said after slipping just out of reach of her rocking frame. His hand clamped on to her hip to steady Daisy as she moaned and writhed. “She really wants to fuck some more, don’t you, sweet thing?”

“Ye—” is all Daisy managed before the Skink’s engorged bulb, tasting of soap, slid over her tongue and headed for the back of her throat. At the same time, her pussy, already so lubricated with cum, parted with ease before Cheeser’s swollen cock; he drove into her in one powerful thrust. A spray of silvery saliva blasted into the air as she screamed out around the thick shaft gliding further into her mouth. With surging heat plowing deep into both holes, Daisy arched upwards. Out there in the blurring dimness, her husband again gasped.

Oh, God. No air.

After only enough time to choke and start a cough, Daisy’s airway became plugged. Skink’s strong fingers clamped over her skull while he grunted and thrust his throbbing tube into her throat.

“Goddam, Danny. Don’t you use any of these holes? Her little throat is fucking tight as hell.”

Other than the two men’s soft grunts, the blood rushing through her head, and the steady creaking of the bed, Daisy heard nothing as the pair of giants established a rhythm. Warm drool sluiced from her distended lips while Skink’s pelvis rhythmically mashed into her nose. Held open by the gliding turgid mass, her jaw ached as his cock stroked her mouth. With each swaying thrust, his huge, somehow again full balls tapped against her chin.

Meanwhile, as his solid hips slapped into her butt cheeks, Cheeser’s enormous rod slipped back and forth in her cum-slick tightness. Where she wanted it. Where her fantasies had wanted it. All along.

“Now this is nice. Thanks, Danny,” Cheeser called out as his hands slid along her arching ribs. Fingernails scratching at the cheap crumpling bedspread, Daisy couldn’t hear her husband’s murmured reply.

When at last Skink withdrew to let Daisy gasp for air, milky, wet bubbles flew from her nostrils and swollen lips. As soon as she once more opened wide, he held her hair and drove back into her throat. As she rocked, impaled at both ends, monumental waves of pleasure built in the corners of Daisy’s lust-filled blurry, whirling universe. Ever increasing in intensity, flashes of heat, electrical jolts, and bright searing lights pulsated through her even as she fluttered along the edge of consciousness. Starved for air, her taut body arched and twisted as it swayed between the two colossi.

“That’s nice, sweet thing. Danny, your wife is clinching her pussy so tight I’m getting back pressure in my balls.”

While laughter, muffled by the blood roaring in her ears, erupted from both ends, Daisy heard nothing from her husband. Just then, the first convulsing wave slid into a long, rapid roll and she squeezed both gliding rods as tight as possible. Both men grunted.

Is he still watching? Is Dan still hard?

“Oh, damn! You gonna come big, huh, baby?” Skink said, stroking her cheek with his soft fingertips. As he pulled most of his shaft from her, Daisy’s eyes flicked to his. “Damn, Danny. Her eyes are fucking twinkling.”

Enormous, that long-awaited first wave crested. With a groan, Skink rammed into her face and pumped back and forth. As she bucked between them, pulsing her screaming throat along the racing shaft, the room stuttered into black and white and blurred. At the same time, Cheeser groaned as he jackhammered her spasming pussy. While struggling to time herself with them, she clamped and released along his rushing warm pole with ever more chaotic motions.

I don’t care where Danny is! Fuck me, hard!

“Oh, yeh, Danny. She’s a keeper. She likes her some black cock.”

Before she could comprehend Cheeser’s cheery words, Daisy’s world collapsed. More waves rushed over her, flinging her back and forth as she bucked and squirmed in the grasp of the two giants. Somehow, both sped up, stroking her as each of her climaxes carried her further over the edge of reality and well into the place of her happy, naughty fantasies.

Half-mad and oxygen-starved, as her body convulsed, Daisy lingered, mind reeling, before being flung back to reality just in time for the first of their massive pulses. With a loud grunt, Skink groaned and thrust his soft, curled pubic hairs into her face just as Cheeser’s pelvis smacked hard into her butt cheeks.

“Oh, yeh, sweet thing. Here it comes,” Cheeser said.

Smack.

As soon as his wide hand spanked her ass, Daisy’s eyes flew wide. Pinned and with twin pulses racing into her, she could do nothing. Cheeser’s first warm blast filled her insides. Likewise, the pulse racing up the fleshy, heated tube in her throat unleashed a heated jet of fluid into her stomach.

Smack.

Though she tried to scream out around the pulsing cock impaling her face, no sound came.

Instead, the vibrations caused Skink to laugh and groan. “Oh, yeh, baby. She loves a good spanking, too. Such a slutty little wife, you’ve got here, Danny boy.”

He’s right.

With a silent, cock-choked gasp, Daisy’s mind bounced back from the borders of madness, just as another massive wave of pleasure blasted her entire body into twisting, writhing convulsions within both grunting, sweaty men’s squeezing palms. With a cry, her arms gave way to shake her twisted hands loose along the shiny, slick bedspread. After crumpling into their grips, only their hands suspended her, groaning and rocking, while both pulsating cocks continued to fill her—so deep inside her.

Slutty.

Yes. So slutty.

More vibrations raced along her neck when another strong pulse raced up her throat. Another throb rippled up the pole in her hungry—so hungry—pussy.

“That’s it, baby.” Skink’s fingers pulled her tighter to him as he flooded her belly. “Drink it all down. That’s real man cum, baby.”

“Danny, the little thing’s milking my cock dry.” With the last of her strength, Daisy clamped her pussy tight around Cheeser’s spasming cock. Shortly after, Cheeser cried out. “Goddam, she’s an amazing fuck!”

Both sets of firm hands caressed her as pulse after pulse sent more jets of wondrous warmth into her.

Blackness.

No air.

Need air.

Blackness.

Bright light blasted into her eyes; Daisy groaned, gasping as her open drooling lips blasted bubbles onto her chin. Skink’s draining cockhead popped free into her mouth. At first, she sucked in frothy air, then found his tip and sucked on his cock. As she rocked back and forth, she swapped between gulps of wet air and suckling her silky-smooth, deep-purple shiny toy. All the while, Cheeser, his widespread hands roaming her tingling back, continued to stroke her.

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