Tom arrived home from work early. "Did Penny go?"
Janet nodded slowly. "On the bus just like we planned. She'll be back around noon tomorrow."
"Good," he said, for lack of anything else to say. He glanced at his watch. That reminded her.
"What time will they be here?"
"Okay," she said, and for the first time, Tom noticed his wife's speech was slightly slurred. But he could detect no odor of booze.
"Is that what you're going to wear?"
"Huh?"
"Is that what you're going to wear for them?" She looked down at herself as though she'd forgotten what she was wearing: a simple blue top and a pair of beige shorts. Then she shrugged. Her breasts moved within the top, unfettered, heavy and ripe and firm and tempting. Tom felt a sudden pang of desire for his wife and immediately began rationalizing that it was as much due to the fact that she was about to have sex with three complete strangers as much as anything else.
"Will you be here?" she asked. The question had occurred to her a number of times since the previous day, but only after six slugs of booze did she have the courage to ask.
He shook his head. "I'll be, uh, out for a walk."
"With that little cunt of a secretary of yours, I'll bet."
He flushed. He had thought of it, but had dismissed the idea.
What he was actually planning to do was circle back and watch. Tom knew, with a sudden shock, that he had truly reached a type of depravity. For some reason it was arousing to think of watching his wife perform with three other men.
He went up the stairs to change, and instead found himself lingering there, piddling about, killing time. It was a quarter to seven when he came down the stairs.
"I'm going now, honey," he said, and gave her a warmly appreciative peck on the cheek. He could smell the booze on her breath now: Scotch.
He ambled out through the front door and began strolling off to the west.
At five to seven, a car pulled into the driveway. Three doors slammed and then the doorbell rang.
"Mrs. Jamison?"
The short, wiry, dapper-looking man was the same who had called on them with the proposition the other night.
"Just call me Janet," she mumbled.
He smiled. "I'm Don. May we come in?"
She giggled inanely. "That's why you're here, right?" She threw the door wide open and made a sweeping gesture of welcome, bending as low as she did so. The blouse strained across her glorious tits and the three men trooped in. Don introduced them.
Jeff, tall, heavy set, with a big scar down one cheek. Pinky, also heavy set, but short and built like a barrel.
"Well, gentlemen," Janet said as they stood in the center of the living room, "shall we have a drink or shall we get right down to business?"
Jeff, the big one, licked his wide, thick lips and grinned. He hadn't taken his eyes off her since they'd entered.
Don got the message. "Okay. Show the way, Janet."
She smiled sweetly and led the first man off down the hallway towards the guest bedroom, calling back over her shoulder that the booze was in the kitchen and the other two were to help themselves. She snapped her head back towards the guest room and gave her hips an exaggerated sway – not that Pinky, the fist guest, needed the encouragement.
They stepped into the dark room and Janet turned on the single, dim bulb of the night light, ten turned back to face the short, stocky man.
"First," she said, "let's make you comfortable. Let me help."
She came over to him and ran her hands over his wide shoulders, then slipped around behind him. Her arms went around his waist from behind and she undid the button of his jacket and pulled it off him.
Then she came up close to him from the front and opened the knot of his necktie, letting just the tips of her breasts graze him through the thin fabric of the top she wore.
His breath was coming faster and she began opening the collar of his shirt and undid the long row of buttons leading down the front. She let her fingers, nimble and sure, hesitate a split second and then tugged his shirt out of his pants and opened the last three buttons. A moment later and he stood before her in his T-shirt. Her hands went to his waist and lifted the cotton high over his head. He was covered with an incredibly thick mat of dark hair.
Quickly then, her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, then teasingly opening his zipper. The pants fell down his massive legs, laying in a heap about his ankles.
Her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband of his briefs. As she lowered them, she brought herself lower in a crouch.
Suddenly, the bulge in his briefs sprang free. His crotch jabbed out, hitting her in the forehead. She continued dragging the briefs lower, but this time let her lips run down along the flesh of his huge thigh. She could feel the tension in his body as she pulled the clothing off his feet.
She kissed her way back up the other leg, then began running her fingers up and down within the insides of his thighs, letting her fingernails lightly graze his scrotum as her lips worked ever closer to his cock.
His dick was almost as long as her husband's, but not as thick.
Her lips went through his thick pubic mat, then began working over the sensitive flesh around the base of his hard dick. Closer and closer and closes and… Suddenly, powerful hands were at the sides of her head.
"Lick it, baby, lick my dick!" he rasped. She did as she was told. Her tongue flickered out and began laying the sides of his shaft with rapid, wet, feather touch movements. A growl of appreciation came from the man's chest and his hips jerked forward. His fingers remained entwined in her hair, holding her where he directed her.
Slowly, she worked her way out towards the end of his cock. Her hands moved over the tip, gingerly pulling back his foreskin to expose the glistening, swollen knob.
He moved her head again and this time her lips were against the glans. She murmured silently against it, and she could feel the answering throbs from within his taut, thick body.
He pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock probing urgently against her luscious, full lips. Finally, she relented, opening her mouth and sucking just the head of his dick inside.
It felt good and exciting to have this man's prick inside her mouth, and the excitement made her adventurous. She closed her lips tightly about the shaft and sucked mightily on the head of his prick, all the time twirling her tongue around and around the sensitive, purplish flesh of his knob.
His hips were jerking powerfully, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. "More baby, more! Eat it all!"
He pushed his hips forward and his cock rushed in, filling her mouth completely. She stretched her mouth open as much as she could, straining. He kept pushing and the knob of his dick hit the back of her throat. Her first impulse was to gag, but she knew that she could do it. She'd been able to eat Koenig's dick and his was bigger.
Tilting her head on her neck, Janet sucked in a deep breath through her nose and pushed her mouth forward. Bit by bit, his penis slid into her mouth. The knob caught for an instant on the curve at the back of her throat and then pushed beyond, down into her gullet.
She could feel the head of his cock throbbing in her throat, feel the pulsations rippling along the length of it as he pushed more and more of his dick inside her hot, warm, sucking mouth. She was eager for it, wanted it, wanted to milk all of the hot cum from this strange, hard, hairy man's balls.
Greedily, she swallowed him down into her throat and began fingering his balls. His hips heaved and then she had it all, right to the hairs. Her nose was pressed tightly against his abdomen and she swallowed every inch of his dick.
Janet began bobbing her head back and forth, up and down, freeing half the length of his dick, only to suck it back down her gullet once again. Going faster with each stroke, she continued sucking with all her might on him. She could tell that he was near to coming, and she craved the taste of it flooding her throat.
Suddenly he let go. With a growl of passion, his hips flailed at her face and then she felt his balls jerking in their sac, felt the pulsating swellings of sperm through his cock and then felt the hot, thick rush of his jism gushing down her warm, receptive throat.
She hummed deep in her throat. He felt the vibrations on his dick, even as she swallowed on his cock, massaging it, milking it of his creamy cum.
His spasms slowed and stopped and he withdrew his dick from her mouth and throat. She held onto the glans for a moment, licking and sucking it feverishly before releasing it with an audible pop. His dick dangled limply in front of her face.
Jeff slipped into his clothes, zipped himself and left the room. Janet found herself strangely exhausted by the bout. Wearily, she climbed to her feet and stripped off her top and shorts. Then she sprawled out on the bed, face down, and waited for the next one.
She didn't have long to wait. It seemed like no time at all before she became aware that someone was climbing onto the bed beside her. Pinky. He already had his clothes off and he was turning her over onto her back.
Pinky was not a man who bothered with preliminaries. He flipped Janet over onto her back, reached down to spread her thighs wide apart, put one hand down to grip his cock and guide it to her wet, wide open pussy. Then he pushed.
"Ooohh!" she grunted as she felt his dick pressing into her. His prick was large, thick and heavy and long and rigid. He drove half of it into her cunt, withdrew all but the head, then drove the entire length of it into her.
She felt his glans probing far inside her, stretching her innermost passions. It felt so good to have a man's meat throbbing far inside her hot cunt!
Janet bucked and heaved beneath Pinky's pile-driving erection. As he reared and plunged above her, she writhed and thrashed beneath him, the two of them battering their loins at one another urgently. His hands gradually worked down along the length of her perspiration-slicked body, coming to rest, finally, beneath her full ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft spheres of flesh with merciless strength. He pulled her up to him, dragging her to meet his every downstroke as his tempo increased. She could feel his big balls slapping up against her ass as she flung her long, shapely legs wantonly apart to accept the powerful surges of his thrusts.
Suddenly, his dick swelled still farther within her. Pinky went rigid above her, his cock locked inside her just as her own vaginal muscles clenched on him. Even as her honey channel began to undulate and spasm on his cock, she felt his prick jerking and then spitting deep inside her.
Wave after wave of thick hot cum poured into her depths, filling and flooding her. She felt the weight of his jism as it burned home inside her, splashing her insides and sending bolts of ecstasy through her orgasmic frenzies. Janet gasped and her body arched, lifting Pinky's short, stocky mass with her own demonic strength. He was supported above her, his cock still buried inside her, locked within her.
Just as she felt herself begin climbing towards another orgasm, Pinky's dick began to wilt inside her. The spitting spasms of spunk slowed and stopped, and his cock went limp, shriveling up smaller and smaller in her cunt. Her legs came up and locked around his waist, impaling her more tightly on his dick, trying desperately to hold it inside her. Her heels battered at his powerful ass cheeks, trying ineffectually to beat more life into him.
But it was hopeless. He disengaged himself and stood beside the bed, swaying slightly as he looked down at her.
Janet lay on the bed, legs far apart, knees bent, her hand between her thighs and her fingers working feverishly. She kneaded and rubbed her pussy lips, her hands working at her stiffened clitoris, her fingers pushing inside her cunt, trying frantically to get at the itch, the need, deep, deep inside her.
Pinky grinned lasciviously and staggered from the room, still naked, his dick dangling and flapping obscenely against his naked thighs with each step as he strode down the hallway to summon the last of the trio – Don.
The slim, dapper man stepped into the guest bedroom and stood before Janet's naked, writhing form. He looked down at her and he saw a picture of undiluted lust. She lay there, naked, legs widespread, hands between fingers working at her cunt in mindless passion. From between the abused lips of her pussy drooled a steady stream of overflowing sperm from the previous user, and that only made Don want her hot cunt the more.
Janet saw Don standing before her through lust-hazed eyes and groaned. His ears mistook the sound for that of eagerness. In reality, it was despair. She wanted a man's cock in her cunt, she wanted a cock that was longer and thicker and heavier and full of more cum than she had ever held before. Nothing less would ease the itch far back inside her cunt and womb.
But the man she saw standing before her, the man who was grinning stupidly and slowly beginning to strip off his clothing was too short and slender and wiry to possess such a weapon. His prick could only whet her appetite the more. She dug her fingers into her cunt with renewed vigor, closing her eyes and thrashing about on the bed.
She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the knowing manipulations of her hands. She arched and writhed, thighs trembling.
Then she felt Don's small hands on her ankles, sliding down over her calves to catch behind her knees. He lifted her legs high, forcing her hips to arch up towards him. Something brushed the back of her thighs as he hooked her long legs over his slim shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs.
It was his penis. And as far as Janet was concerned, it was like some pornographer's dream come true.
His penis was huge, freakishly oversized. His cock was easily a foot long, perhaps longer, and as he reached down and put his fingers on it, she saw that it was so thick he couldn't even come close to encircling it. He rubbed the huge, golf-ball-sized head of it up and down between her slick, cum-slickened pussy lips and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear. He was hung like a home! She soon began to doubt her ability to accept such a monster in her cunt.
But it was too late for hesitations. Don was pressing the gigantic knob of his dick between her pussy lips, lodging it in place. He shifted his hands down and around beneath her, gripping her ass tightly.
He pushed forward, slowly, but relentlessly. She felt the pressure of that massive glans between her legs, forcing itself inside her. Her legs were driven slowly apart.
No, she thought, no, there's no way! "I can't take it! It's too much, too much, too much, it's too much," she gasped. And then she let go a loud shriek of agony as the head of his dick wedged through the constricted entry of her twat.
"Aaaiiee!"
His cock head felt like a ball of rock jammed between her legs. The walls of her cunt were screaming with agony at the strain upon them, stretched far out of shape. She hadn't known such pain since she'd given birth to her daughter.
Don held his position for a moment, breathing deeply. He'd nearly resigned himself to giving up the attempt at penetration of her sweet cunt and reverting to having himself sucked off. That was the way it was all the time, and had been ever since he'd been a kid. No woman had ever been able to accept his massive dick in her twat, not since he was twelve. But then the knob had gone in and for the first time he'd begun the think of having a woman the way he wanted.
He pushed forward again feeling the terrible friction on his cock from the horribly stretched walls of her tight cunt. She was so hot and warm and tight, and he could feel her interior muscles moving on him, seeming to suck him in still deeper at the same time as she wailed for release from her suffering.
Janet felt his cock moving deeper inside her, felt the thick shaft slipping slowly, by torturous fractions of an inch into her slit. The pain was growing more bearable, and as she thought of the enormous weapon that was being sheathed in her quim, as she visualized that thick, rope-veined mast driving between her tautly stretched pussy lips, a low small groan of pleasure escaped her. This was the dick that could fill her pussy itch the way it needed to be filled.
"Look at this, will you!"
The voice was a shock, breaking into her mind, her thoughts as they swirled around the pole of the enormous dick slipping into her cunt. Her eyes flickered open, and she saw two men moving towards the bed, pausing at each side of Don as he continued pouring his penis into her. They looked down at the fantastic joining and began talking about it in amazed tones.
Six inches of that huge weapon were inside of her when she felt something pushing her legs farther apart and realized that it was his cock head, wedging up between her legs farther. Her calves came to the ends of his shoulders and then her legs slipped down into the cradle of Don's arms.
But then she felt hands on her legs – two hands to each long, shapely limb. They were holding her legs up and apart, stretching them out straight and pulling them wide as he pushed more of his huge cock into her slot.
And still, there was more to come!
She felt the glans of his cock batter against her cervix, slamming painfully against the pinpoint iris opening deep inside her. But Janet was no more satisfied with what she had already received than, Don was with what he had given. She had become obsessed with the idea of having his tremendous member buried completely inside her. She began thrusting her cunt onto his cock, trying to cause that tiny opening inside her widen and permit his cock entry.
She felt him making fractional progress against her, his shaft slipping forward a quarter, perhaps a half-inch.
Don withdrew his member an inch then slammed forward with all his strength.
Janet let loose a scream as she felt the huge glans smashing past the opening barrier of her cervix and lodging inside her. Suddenly, she could feel the release of pressure as his glans made it completely through the little opening. All in a rush, the rest of Don's dick slid into her cunt.
They lay there, breathing harshly. For the first time in his adult, life, Don knew what it was like to have a woman's vaginal walls coating his cock, clinging to it's entire length like an incredibly tight sheath, a sheath that was wet and hot and alive with spasms of powerful muscular contractions. He could feel her cervical opening closing and opening about his shaft with each breath she took and he groaned at the feelings she was giving him.
At the same time, Janet felt that long, thick piece of male meat laying totally buried inside her, pulsating angrily against the instinctive squeezings of her hard-working cunt. Her clitoris was tightly pulled against the broad back of his thick shaft and she knew that at any moment she would… "Oh, GAWD!" she yelled, and suddenly convulsed around the pinion of Don's dick. Her hips writhed as much as they could with such a huge piece of flesh and bone and muscle and gristle wedged inside, but her interior muscles were doing a dance of sheer joy over the length of Don's huge cock.
Don exhaled as deeply as he could and forced himself to relax. He was determined not to come yet, not till he'd savored to the fullest the wonderful sensations he was enjoying.
The three men were saying something that Janet couldn't quite make out. But then she became aware that they were doing something with her legs.
"Oooooo…" The sound oozed out of her as they twisted her legs close together and then began turning her as if she were impaled on that enormous male member perforating her vagina. With her legs spread less widely, it seemed as if Don's tremendous dick was reaching all the way up to her stomach and her breath began to come in quick gasps. Her breasts heaved as she attained yet another orgasm, her second since the bout with the three men began.
She was on her side, both legs curled together to one side, Don working his dick in and out of her vagina. She felt the bed shifting as someone lowered himself to the mattress behind her. She felt a stiff cock brush against her ass cheeks and involuntarily shivered, her vagina clutching more powerfully on Don's dick.
Don was grasping her ankle, lifting her left leg. As she lay, it was the uppermost of her two legs, and as he held her legs apart, he carefully twisted and somehow managed to end up laying beside her, facing her, his mammoth cock still sheathed inside her cunt.
Don arranged himself so that her right leg was stretched out straight and her left leg was draped over his waist. His dick was still locked inside her gyrating cunt and as they lay there, he began, once again, stoking in and out of her.
At flint his strokes were slow and cautious, but as he felt her inner muscles responding to the stimulation, he became bolder and began pumping her cunt rapidly, more strongly.
Janet moaned as she felt the man behind her, Pinky, doing something between the cheeks of her ass. And then she realized that he was dry humping in the furrow between her rich, full buttocks. Soon, her entire body was jerking in response to Don's powerful strokes in her twat. She let herself be caught up in the rhythm of the fucking pumping her hips as fast as she could in her position.
But then she felt the head of Pinky's cock rubbing against the tightly puckered ring of her anus. It felt strange and a bit frightening and exciting. Each movement of her hips in reply to Don's fucking machine strokes spread her ass cheeks and exposed the little puckered opening to Pinky's view.
Somehow, he managed to wedge the head of his dick against the ring. His hands went to her hips, steadying her against Don's demented pumping for a moment. Pinky tensed his hips and then lunged forward, burying the head and half the length of his cock shaft in her tight ass.
Janet cut loose a piercing shriek of pain. Her ass, seldom so brutally used, felt as if it were being torn in two, as if it were about to split open and would send torrents of blood and gore streaming over her lovely legs.
Pinky seemed, unaware of her pain. He continued pushing his dick forward, working it steadily deeper into the young housewife's narrow channel.
The stretching was made the worse by the fact Don's huge cock was buried in her vagina. She could feel every bump, every knob, every vein in Pinky's swollen dick as it probed ever farther into her.
With a last great lunge, he sheathed the last inch of his prick in her ass. Pinky's stomach was pressed tightly against her ass, flattening the soft globes of creamy flesh.
Janet just lay there, sandwiched between the two men, sobbing deep in her chest. With Don's tremendous cock buried to the roots in her cunt and Pinky's fat penis shoved all the way up her ass, she found even breathing difficult. She could feel the throbbing of those two male members clearly as they pressed against one another and the single, thin membrane separating her twin channels and stretched her inner walls of cunt and ass with their demanding volume.
Don's stroking picked up in urgency once again and Janet sucked in a deep breath as she felt that enormous length and thickness of cock shaft and glans bulging through the tight tunnel of her vagina.
But then, a strange thing began to happen. Janet's eyes were tightly closed, and she envisioned the three, of them – herself, Don and Pinky – laying on the bed, locked tightly together. The sheer decadence and wantonness of what she was doing came to her.
Not only was she fucking a strange man with a huge dick, not only was she taking a strange man up her ass, but she was taking on both of them at in her own home!
A thrill of wildness went through her as she felt Don begin driving his dick back up her vagina, the big glans prodding its way once more though the dilated opening of her cervix.
The friction in her ass was still excruciating, but as Pinky began moving gingerly within, she realized that already her rear entry had begun to accommodate itself to the fearsome stretching and that there was some secretion within that rarely used opening that was coating Pinky's stumpy dick and rendering the passage easier.
Gradually, Pinky's strokes were growing bolder, less inhibited. He was working his dick in and out of her ass, running that thick member through her asshole with more freedom.
Don, pumping furiously away, was battering at Janet from the front. Even heave of his loins sent his monster cock slamming up into the welcoming grasp of her vaginal channel and at the same time drove her back the more strongly onto Pinky's dick.
The pain had faded almost completely, and once again Janet became aware of the intense pleasures coming to her from the penis burrowing into her from the front. Don's thick cock was chafing her clitoris almost painfully, the broad back of the shaft rubbing against the sensitive nubbin with every stroke.
The pleasures were becoming increasingly intense, all amplified by the knowledge of the wild orgy in which she'd willingly involved herself and the wonderful sensations of being stuffed so thoroughly fore and aft by the two horny men.
Janet began to writhe between them, to buck and heave, but this time it was with willing eagerness and not in ii vain attempt to free herself from the twin weapons impaling her so completely.
She felt the bed shift again and then opened her eyes to find Jeff kneeling on the bedspread. He was positioning himself so that his half-stiffened dick was pointing ominously at her face.
Without hesitating, without thinking, Janet leaned her head forward. Her tongue flickered out and the tip began to toy with the soft glans of Jeff's dick.
Grinning evilly, he pushed his hips forward. Janet's tongue went beneath the knob and lifted it.
Her open lips fastened onto the velvety textured glans. She sucked it into her mouth, cheeks concaving with the effort. Jeff's entire pelvis came forward as if her mouth was sucking his body forward.
The half-hard length of his cock squeezed comfortably inside her mouth and Janet began moving her tongue from side to side, slavering the limp member. At the same time, she let her saliva swirl about it, a warm, viscous flood that washed over his dick even as she sucked on it with powerful, regular heaves.
Within her mouth she could feel the blood flowing into Jeff's cock. It swelled within the confines of her lips and throat and jaws, growing steadily stronger, thicker, longer. But Janet refused to relinquish any part of it in her now completely unbridled passions.
As Jeff's dick grew more potent she continued to suck on it. Glans, growing thicker and harder, began to prod insistently at the back of her throat. At first, it seemed that she might gag on the bulk of flesh and gristle and muscle and blood. But Janet was determined to do it, to have it inside her all the way.
She gulped and swallowed and then the head of Jeff's dick was slowly making its way down into her gullet. Janet sucked and swallowed for all she was worth, taking his prick deeper and deeper into her oral passageway.
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.