Chapter 7

The man behind me nuzzled deep into my neck and whispered, “Now, be a good little slut and show us those pretty titties.”

Before my mind could even process his words, my hands flew to the front clasp and wrenched the bra apart. With a grunt, Rio tugged me downward onto his massive shaft, slick with my profuse fluid.

As I twisted on his thrusting pelvis, hungry, desperate moans burbled from my lips. He was being too slow. Rochelle—no, Laura. No, that’d been correct. Rochelle. She needed fast and rough.

“Such a well-trained slutty wife you have.” The voice from behind me called towards Dave as thin fingers forced under the dangling bra cups to fondle my boobs. “Follows directions. We like that, don’t we Rio?”

“Um-hmm.” Rio murmured with a smile. “Slut, come down here and kiss your new boyfriend.”

Although they’d been expecting hesitation, Rio’s eyes widened when I surged for him, plunging my tongue through his full lips. Or trying to, because his huge muscle thrust my littler one back into me. As it delved around my mouth, driving mine before it, his massive hands gripped my ribs.

When icy gel landed on my asshole, I tried to lurch free of his grip with a deep moan. But, of course, his eyes only twinkled as his fingers tightened. Nope, I was not in control.

Oh fuck! I’d said two, but not at once! Oh, shit. Oh...

A louder groan flooded our mouths when a thick fingertip probed my anus. My body tensed: I hadn’t done anal sex since college—long before Dave. The one time he’d offered, he chickened out when I screamed. But these were professionals. When another finger swirled into me, I arched upwards in Rio’s tight grip. My pussy clenched all along his throbbing mast.

Rio pulled his lips from me, leaving me panting and groaning. “Oh, man. Ben, she likes that. She really does.”

Ben! Ben? Right, Ben. He’s the one behind me. Long dick. Very long.

He also had wonderful hands and lengthy, rough fingers. With gentle swirls, they sank further, easing apart my tight ring.

So deep!

When he spread them, cooler air entered me. World wobbling, my entire body twisted in Rio’s grip.

“Yeah, she does. Hey, hubby. You fuck her in the ass a lot?” Ben asked my husband’s blurry silhouette.

“No.” Over my moaning, I caught Dave’s murmured response.

Had his chance. He could have fucked my ass.

“Pity. She’s got a very nice one.”

But he hadn’t.

Ben’s other hand clenched the flesh of my butt while he thrust a third finger into me. With all three swirling, my back arched. But Rio held me tight as his tongue once more burrowed deep. When Ben’s wondrous fingers left my tingling butthole, I sighed and collapsed onto him.

His eyes twinkled as he slid from my mouth and looked into my face. “You know what’s better than one huge black cock in a horny little white wife? Two.”

No sooner had he spoken than something else pushed against and then sank into my asshole. Much bigger than fingers. So warm and...

Rochelle is such a slut.

My eyes flicked past an oncoming purple-black fence post to glance at my pasty, shaking husband. As its drooling tip drew nearer, my lips opened

Laura is, too.

The thought caused my insides to clench so hard both men already within me to groan and grind to a halt. But only for a second. And soon, they were easing in and out of both holes as the universe’s wobbling grew stronger. Approaching python forgotten, my head dropped so I could gnaw along the dark giant’s skin. But at Rio tugging on my ribs, I rose from his beating chest.

“Open wide, pretty little white girl,” Rio commanded.

I did.

The glossy, bulb-tipped fence post belonged to Dan. Once he’d crawled closer, those stunning deep green eyes bored into my soul as his swollen helmet forced apart my lips. Smiling ever wider, he didn’t stop. The enormous spongy head mashed into the back of my throat. He paused just long enough for me to scream through another massive wave of orgasmic convulsions; the pair hadn’t even slowed as Dan impaled my final orifice.

This is no cocklet. No little hubby dick.

This is a real man’s cock.

After one last gasp of air, I sucked in my cheeks and tried to wash my tongue around the onrushing mass. When I inhaled foamy bubbles over his shaft, Dan groaned.

“Mmm, fuck! That’s amazing! Jeez, she’s got some suction,” Dan said.

Rio’s? Ben’s? Somebody’s fingers found and twisted my nipples. A roar fled my wide lips, and I bucked. Seizing the opportunity, Dan flung his pelvis forward, pushing my jaw wider and ramming his spit-slick beast into my throat. No air came.

No air!

At first, I flapped my arms before Dan smashed them to Rio’s shoulder. While my body slammed up and down in Rio’s tight grip, stroking both cocks buried in my torso, his throbbing pole took more of my throat. With each forceful thrust, his heavy balls, covered in prickly curls, swung closer to my chin.

All around me, laughter erupted.

“Oh, yeah. That’s one full white girl,” Rio said from somewhere that wasn’t Dan’s still-plunging cockmeat. “Hey, buddy. Think we can keep her for the entire weekend? She’s kinda nice.”

Fingers raked along my ribs, others tugged and twisted my aching nipples. After sliding back from my face, Dan’s digits clasped my twitching, clawing hands. While I sputtered, coughed, and gasped as waves of bubbly dripping saliva blasted from my mouth, he rested his cockhead on my tongue.

“Aw, don’t think she liked that, Dan. She doesn’t enjoy those big black dicks all down in her throat like that. Do you, sweet little thing?” Rio’s taunting voice, his and Ben’s still sliding cocks, and Ben’s chuckle against my neck exploded into a massive pyre in my core.

With a growl, I lurched forward to engulf Dan’s dripping cock in one swift motion.

“Oh, damn! Hey, mister. Your wife really does love it! Holy fuck! Look at the horny slut go,” Dan cheerily commented before thrusting his thick mast into my throat again. As soon as he released my hands, I groped for those full, heavy balls. “That’s right, white girl. Lots of real man seed in there. Hope you’re good and hungry.”

Then they truly began. After speeding up their strokes, Rio and Ben timed their motions with Dan. For his part, there was no question he was throat-fucking me. However, he was careful to provide me just enough time to suck in frothy air before plowing back into me. As endless waves of my thick drool slapped down on him, Rio only chuckled.

Professionals.

While spasms rolled across both cocks in my pelvis and the one in my neck undulated, my toes curled tight in the stilettos. With my shaking stocking-clad thighs gripping Rio’s solid hips, I was trapped amid the triple-hunk fuck machine. As the world spun tighter and massive waves of pleasure built ever higher, they focused. Soon they were slamming me back and forth between them.

“Oh, fuck, Rio,” Ben exclaimed, rubbing my asscheeks with his outstretched fingers—so powerful. So deep inside me. “Bitch’s gonna blow big this time,”

“Yeah, I can feel it too, man,” Rio responded before speeding up once more.

In seconds, all three were grunting as shattered nerves within me fired and shorted. The universe was nothing more than my swaying frame, burning with electrical fires and twisting between the thrusting trio.

“Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man!” Dan’s rod bucked and shuddered in my throat, sending warm splashes to flood my stomach.

Though I screamed, no noise came from my bubbling lips buried against his pubic bone. The others held me steady while driving themselves into me like jackhammers. At last, they cried out and pinned me tight to their spasming pelvises.

No, this wasn’t Laura’s filthy fantasy. They were not brawny, smiling boys bouncing my naked curves, cheerleader outfit a crumpled mass somewhere at my feet, on a creaking school bus seat. This was something more. Much, much more, tapping so deep in my soul, the universe flickered.

That was it. I was done. So done. The world stuttered and turned black. Wet breathing sent frothy bubbles from my mouth. Cool material replaced the hard, warm flesh beneath me. The thumping heartbeats disappeared, except for mine. Tears poured from me, and I shuddered when Ben’s lengthy shaft withdrew from my spasming rectum. Rough fingers caressed my heaving back while I lay on my stomach, a tangle of limbs and hair on the soaking red sheets. Though I tried, my eyelids would not open; they no longer worked. Nothing worked. At all.

Male voices. Deep laughter. The large, warm palms drifted from my skin, but I continued to shake. My balled fists clenched the covers whenever massive aftershocks tore through my writhing body. Somewhere, a shower was running. Soon, the aroma of men’s soap in hot, moist air joined the pungent scent of sex and sweat to inundate my flaring nostrils.

New hands, smaller and softer, clasped my heaving shoulders and pulled me across the cool material. Something silky dropped over my collarbone, and my ankles wobbled while someone guided my shaky stilettos down some stairs. My eyes still wouldn’t work and from my chin swayed—thick dribbles smelling of man.

God, I’m dripping cum onto my swaying tits.

With a rush, my heartbeat muffled. The sounds of distant laughter and men’s voices sharpened. Only then did the soft murmur in my ear register.

“It’s okay, dear. I’ve got you,” Dave said.

Warmth and calm flooded my body to mix with the full feeling of warm fluids that leaked from me.

The world stopped.

Later, small tiles were chilly beneath my feet.

Suddenly, hot water sprayed onto me. When the spray snapped against my stiff nipples and angry, iron-hard clit, I bucked, moaning skyward.

God! I’m so horny! Fuck.

At my words or thoughts, soft, caressing hands swept over me.

So fucking horny!

Flowery soap.

Atop a boob, slender fingertips nudged its throbbing, rubbery stem.

With a desperate moan that echoed around the shower, my eyelids burst open. Dave’s eyes widened. His jaw dropped when I shoved down on both his shoulders with all my might. After only brief, shaky resistance, he let me drive him to his knees. A quiet moan escaped him as I powered him flat onto his spine atop the tile floor. When I straddled his head, Dave’s fearful, wide-eyed gaze stared up at me.

I need to come! Right fucking now! I don’t need love. I don’t need—anything but relief.

His entire frame shook.

God forgive me, had I said that aloud?

No matter, while moaning, I flashed a quick glance over my shoulder at the swelling little rod lurching upwards between my husband’s shaking legs.

Not good enough. Not anymore. My eyes flicked to his pale face. Oh, God, had I also said that out loud? Or just thought it? Did it matter?

Under the pounding spray, my draining pussy left thick white trails on his cheeks. While I waited, his nose parted my sliding, swollen folds. When his hands clutched my ass, I ran my fingers through his thinning hair.

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