"Y-you mean he just wants me to s-stay here and let any man that comes in just…" Lynn's voice faded out as she stared in undisguised horror at the stranger she had just allowed to pump his sperm into her heaving belly. George had told her to let this man make love to her and she had already had enough of the strange green liquor to make her almost want the vile coupling, but what the man was suggesting was unthinkable!
"That's right. McHenry said he wants you to just stay here and spread 'em for anyone who wants to come in," the dignified-looking gray-haired man grinned as he pulled on his trousers. "I think he's out there advertising for you right now, and I can see why. I don't know where George finds 'em, but you certainly are a hot little cunt, aren't you?"
"Oh, I… I…" Lynn dropped her eyes in shame. With the aphrodisiac running like molten fire through her veins, even her humiliation had not been enough to stop her from having a violent orgasm under the pounding hips of this man she had never met before. Finally, she mustered up enough courage to raise her eyes again and murmur beseechingly, "Please tell him I can't do it. I just can't do it anymore."
"Now, now, girl, don't start getting funny now," the man said, obviously confused and embarrassed by the tears that were falling in tiny rivulets down the lovely blonde's cheeks. "Why, you've probably got the wildest ass of anyone in this house and that's an accomplishment!"
Lynn shuddered at the man's crude words and felt the warm sticky sperm overflowing from her already once flooded pussy as she moved. Suddenly she came to a decision. She had to get out of here! It didn't matter if they told Ed she would go home and tell him right now! It was better than being subjected to any more of this humiliating debasement. She would make him understand somehow!
"Where do you think you're going, my dear?" the jovial voice of George McHenry suddenly boomed into the bedroom just as Lynn was rising from the bed. "I've got all kinds of people here to visit you. You made quite a hit when you were passing out drinks to our guests."
"I'm going home, George," the weary young woman muttered. "You can't make me stay here! I have to talk with my husband."
"See you later, Frank, and tell the others to wait up a few minutes," McHenry hurriedly dismissed the gray-haired man who had been standing beside the bed. When the room was empty except for the two of them, George sat down on the bed and took Lynn's hand, an undefinable expression on his face. "Well, now, my dear. I wouldn't leave this room, if I were you. You see, Marian invited a surprise guest tonight and I don't think you'd want him to see you here…"
"Is Ed here?" Lynn almost cried out with joy. She pulled her hand from McHenry's grip and leapt from the bed, heading for the closet where she had neatly hung her clothes. He would take her away from these terrible people and maybe, now that he had seen what kind of people headed Amalgamated Industries, he'd be more willing to understand and forgive her for what had happened. But before she could open the closet door, she felt McHenry's hand on her shoulder.
"Don't get dressed quite yet, my dear. It would make you conspicuous," he said softly. "First, come out into the living room and see if you really want to interrupt him right now."
"I… I don't understand," she faltered, but allowed George to lead her back across the bedroom and into the main hallway of his home. Her instinct was to cover her breasts and nakedly exposed vagina from the gazes of all these strangers, but she soon saw that the party had really gotten underway since she had followed the gray-haired man back into the bedroom and obediently taken off her clothes for him. Now, there was virtually no clothing to be seen and people, young and old, were wandering around the house as though they had never heard of covering their nakedness. There were empty and half-full glasses of the pale-green liquor on every table in the house and the shocked young blonde could see that the drink was already taking effect on the McHenry's guests. Even in the long, brightly-illuminated hallway, men and women were sprawled on the floor and even leaning against walls in every conceivable position of lovemaking and, as she paused in the doorway to the large living room, Lynn swallowed hard to prepare herself for the shocking sight that would meet her eyes.
"He's over there… in the chair next to the fireplace," McHenry whispered down at the wide-eyed naked blonde beside him.
Still not suspecting why George had led her back to the living room, Lynn guiltily stepped back into the hallway so that her husband would not see her lush body unclothed amidst this orgiastic revelry and peered around the door-frame to where McHenry pointed.
"Oh my God, no!" was all she could manage at the sight that met her eyes. She took a step closer to the doorway, unable to stop herself, and gasped in disbelieving horror at her husband on the other side of the room. He was as naked as everybody else, sitting with legs splayed wide apart so that the two beautiful women, Marian McHenry and a brunette Lynn had never seen before, could kneel on the floor before him, taking turns sucking his rock-hard penis. It was impossible and yet there they were, all three of them without a stitch of clothes on!
"Do you realize what they're doing, my dear?" George whispered in a gleeful tone. "They're sucking your husband's cock and he doesn't seem to be minding it a bit."
McHenry's words only echoed the thoughts in Lynn's own mind and the petite blonde woman wondered how Ed could be sitting there with such a blissful smile on his face while the disgusting thing was going on. Her husband had never even dared to ask her to do that to him and now she stood, rigid with shock, watching as George McHenry's wife's head worked rhythmically up and down over Ed's loins, her lips clasped tightly in a smooth oval circle around his erect penis. It stood out hard and stiff over his slim naked hips, his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by the brunette's fingertips as she cupped the sacs in one hand and kissed and licked hungrily at the base with her flicking tongue.
The sight was one Lynn had never expected and small tears brimmed in her eyes as she realized that Marian must have betrayed her, telling Ed about what his wife had done. For a moment, the naked shivering blonde tried to regain control of herself, to make some kind of sense out of the frightening things that were happening to her marriage, but the terrible soul-rending sight of her own beloved husband's penis disappearing into George's wife's hungrily milking mouth as some strange dark-haired woman licked and sucked at him was just too much for any woman to bear – especially when that woman had just let go of all her self-respect so that her husband would never think that such infidelity had ever shadowed their marriage.
The sight sickened her and yet it gradually filled the angered blonde with a blazing fire of resentment. Lynn listened to the sounds coming from that side of the living room, wet sucking noises punctuated occasionally by small moans of total abandonment to pleasure, and she wondered if Ed had ever taken the time to wonder why his wife had committed such a terrible crime against their marriage, or where she was right now! Obviously, he hadn't bothered to think at all, but had grabbed up the handiest opportunity for revenge. Well, she could have her revenge too, for the impersonal and unfair way he had been treating her lately and tonight she would teach him a lesson he would never forget!
"All right, George, you made your point," she suddenly said, grabbing McHenry's hand to pull him back into the hall. "Let me have one more drink and I think I'll be ready to take care of all those executives you lined up for me. A gang bang, I believe they call it!" She smiled up at the man beside her, hoping that her grim determination for vengeance against her husband didn't show in her sweet expression.
"Ah, is my special drink getting you into the fucking mood again, my dear?" he grinned back down at her, no longer bothering to disguise the lewd suggestiveness in his expression as his eyes raked over her voluptuous young body.
"I guess so," she said slowly, realizing with surprise that the tight, tingling feeling she had experienced earlier had once again returned to the sensitive area between her thighs. She had never imagined what it would be like watching people making love, especially if one of them was her own husband, and found that it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she anticipated, there was a strange light-fingered quivering deep in her belly like she had felt last week when she had been in that bedroom with George McHenry. But this time it wasn't a fearful excitement… it was one she welcomed. Feeling more wicked than she ever had before, the lush-bodied young wife reached over and boldly stroked McHenry's penis beneath his trousers. Smiling impishly up at him, she added, "If you ever take off your clothes, why don't you come in for a while too, George?"
"Wow, we'd better get you back into the bedroom right away," George said quickly, his eyes lighting in surprise at the speed of her decision. Lynn felt her knees trembling, from fear or excitement – she wasn't sure which – as McHenry led her back to the room where she had accepted the gray-haired stranger between her legs earlier that evening.
A few minutes later, Lynn was once again in the rumpled bed, thirstily drinking down the pale green drink McHenry held to her lips. A moment ago, the young wife had felt a flash of fear and McHenry, sensing her uncertainty, had hurried out for another dose of the potent aphrodisiac. Now he leered confidently over her curvaceous naked body, watching her gulp down the last drop of the exotic liquor as though it were bottled courage. He didn't understand exactly what had made the luscious young woman come to such a rapid decision, but he did know that she was going to be one wild piece-of-ass once this last drink took its effect.
"Hey, I've been a good boy all evening, just waiting for this hot little blonde pussy you told me about," a high masculine voice suddenly called into the room from the doorway. "When do I get some of this famous stuff?"
Lynn's head jerked around and she stared in dismay at the pudgy red-faced man who had just entered the room. She saw his eyes flicker in appreciation over the delicious feast of her body spread out on the bed before him, and for a long terrible moment, the girl realized that she had made a dreadful mistake. She was just about to leap from the bed and escape from the bedroom, when McHenry's fingertips brushing casually over the tips of her breasts sent an indescribable electrifying shock coursing through her body, lighting tiny fires on her nerve ends until she involuntarily relaxed on the mattress, helpless against the tiny pin-pricks of sensation that tingled over her naked flesh.
"I think she's ready right now, Neal," she vaguely heard McHenry chuckle, then suddenly she was alone with the chubby naked man.
The drink! She had drunk too much, she knew now, but there was nothing she could do as the man leaned jubilantly over the side of the bed and began running his hands over her smooth white curves. Her entire body seemed to be throbbing with maddening surges of fiery desire and her buttocks ground desperately down into the sheets to quench a searing hot flame that suddenly began to lick hungrily over her trembling loins.
"Aaaaaaah," she breathed tremulously as his fingertips traveled lightly up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, digging down between them to tease at the rising bud of her pulsating clitoris. The sweet burning itch of lust rippled out from the tiny nub, snaking over her now-quivering belly and out into the nipples of her throbbing tits, overcoming the humiliation and fear of two strange hands roaming over her nakedness.
The fat man's tongue licked warily over his tiny mouth as small beads of sweat began to form on his upper lip. Most of the women at these parties had always shunned him because of his soft flabby body, but this one was acting like she hadn't had a man in years. She was a beautiful young blonde and he couldn't understand why she was going wild under the stroking of his pudgy fingers, but he didn't care. If he stopped to talk to her, she might change her mind…
Clambering up onto the mattress, he pushed her unresisting thighs wide apart with the palms of his hands and lunged eagerly between their lush white fullness. Lynn was horrified at the joy she felt as the bed squeaked under his weight, but she no longer controlled the workings of her body or mind. The young blonde's cunt was a great burning emptiness and it had to be filled. Her wide blue eyes fixed hungrily on the short thick cock that dangled down from below the stranger's overhanging belly and, without thought, she reached down between their bodies to guide the thick blood-filled head to the lips of her greedily pulsating cunt. Her slim legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his broad hips as she jerked her torso upward, wildly pulling him down on her writhing body. The fat bulbous head lodged for a moment in the moist warm lips of her pussy, bringing a deep groan of pain and frustration tumbling from her lips as his bulk smashed her down into the mattress. But he quickly levered up on his arms, adjusted the angle of his body and crashed his loins down on her again, ramming the fleshy rod as deep as it would go into her greedy clasping pussy. His hairy balls slapped heavily against her upthrust buttocks, and his fat, sweaty stomach thudded against the yielding softness of her quivering belly.
Still not satisfied, Lynn strained up against him, wrapping her slender fingers around his pillowy ass-cheeks in an effort to pull him deeper into her insanely demanding passageway.
"Deeper! For God's sake, fuck deeper!" she wailed in desperation.
Above her, the man puffed and grunted as he grasped her soft rounded hips and drove his rock-hard prick in to the hilt, but it was not enough to fill her nearly inhuman need. She groaned in disappointment, splaying her legs further out over the sides of the bed to give him greater access, but all her efforts were futile. It was much too short.
As if to compensate for his shortcomings, the sweating man rammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth, drizzling his saliva down into her throat. She sucked at it in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in an insane whirlpool of sheer raw lust that she never would have believed existed before this night. She strained her muscles to meet every jerking thrust of his pistoning cock, gasping with pain each time his pelvis smacked against her upturned loins with a brutal thud that resounded through the room. Then suddenly her breathing quickened as he started to bring her to a climax with the savage pounding of his body alone.
She humped wantonly beneath him, fighting insanely for the peak that was so close, when his plunging abruptly stiffened and began to shoot its white hot juice far into the depths of her tortured womb.
She cried out in frustration, then furiously pushed away the now-useless body of the panting fat man, gasping in anguish as she felt the exhausted deflated penis slip maddeningly from her still-churning thighs. Her own orgasm had been but a moment away and now the fires still raged on within her drugged and writhing body.
Despairing of ever finding relief, she threw one arm over her eyes and let the tears of disappointment stream down her cheeks. Then, through the haze of her misery, she saw a little old man grinning down at her from the side of the bed.
"Oh, please… please…" she murmured brokenly, her passion driving her beyond the point of caring how she must look or sound. "Fuck me, please!"
"I was just waiting for the invitation, honey," he cackled happily, then jabbed his bony finger into the quivering flesh of the fat man who still lay gasping and puffing on the side of the bed. "Get your damned carcass off this bed, Neil! If you finish a job, get out! If you can't make it, find a better man! Remember that, boy!"
"Yeah… yes, sir," the other man panted breathlessly as he heaved his bulk off the bed and staggered from the room.
"Damned punks… need men around here," the old man muttered irritably as he climbed nimbly on the mattress. "And women too," he added as an afterthought when he faced the pleading in Lynn's eyes.
But Ed Waring's blonde young wife had barely heard him speak and was grinding her crotch around frantically below as he moved his long bony frame up over her young lithe body. Her fiery gaping pussy searched hungrily for the shaft of flesh that would fill its aching need and Lynn gasped in relief as she felt the pressure of the bulging prick-head against her pulsating opening.
Through the stupefying haze of her passion, she was only dimly aware that several other men had followed the old man into the bedroom and were, at that moment moving closer to the bed to view what was happening. The squirming blonde heard their gasps and whispered comments, but she was numbed now to any further humiliation. Nothing was important to her but the blazing tide of lust that was threatening to carry her past the edge of human endurance. Every single muscle in her body was tensed toward that thrilling probe between her trembling thighs until suddenly the old man flicked his hips forward. She felt a sudden sharp stab of pain as something monstrous popped up inside her and past the throbbing lips of her cunt, stretching the soft resisting flesh almost to the breaking point.
Instinctively, her hand darted down behind her upturned buttocks and she gasped in amazement as her fingers encountered the giant pole of flesh that was boring so painfully into her narrow passageway. It was huge! The long, thick organ was even bigger than George McHenry's, and she jerked her hand away from the unbelievably huge cock in a reflexive action of horror. She could never take that inside of her without tearing her belly open! she realized fearfully, and suddenly she lost control and began to squirm frantically, trying to tear herself away from the old man and his inhumanly large penis.
"Help me hold her down, boys," the white-haired man suddenly shouted to the men surrounding the bed. "She hasn't even got an inch yet and she's already bucking like a mare in heat!"
"No, wait, please!" she whimpered in fright as she felt hands reaching from all sides of the mattress, some pinning down her shoulders and others taking hold of her slender ankles, levering her feet up off the bed and back over her head until the muscles of her body felt as though they would snap from the cruel strain – and the flat plane of her defenseless hair-covered pussy was presented up to the wildly grinning old man to plunder at will.
"Aaaaaaagggh!" Lynn cried out as the old man lunged forward, thrusting his hips harder than before, sinking the cruel fleshy monster another agonizing inch. She tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape this inhuman, torturing impalement, the ruthlessly imprisoning hands held her tight to the mattress. There was nothing she could do but clench her eyes tightly shut against the angry pain of his slow, relentless penetration.
He levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked forward again, his grin widening as the fleshy pole was buried another excruciating inch into Lynn's wide-stretched pussy.
"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"
He thrust forward again -
"Aaaaaaaggggg!"
Lynn felt hot breaths blasting down over her nakedness as the watchers around the bed crowded closer, their hungry eyes fixed on the lust-inciting spectacle of this young blonde beauty being hopelessly impaled on the old man's hugely pulsating prick. She was dimly aware of clutching hands squeezing and massaging at her heaving breasts, and more hands and fingers clawing over every part of her flesh until she was certain she was covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter every opening of her body. She began to sob hysterically, tears welling in great gushes from her pain-blinded eyes.
"All right, honey, if you want it so bad," the old man muttered, "here it is!"
He pressed forward with a sudden crushing lunge that plowed the giant cock deep into her tightly resisting passageway, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh rippling before it. The cringing blonde quaked convulsively as the gigantic fleshy rod plunged down into her belly, forcing her inner organs to each side of its relentless path, smashing all resistance to its entry. It felt as though it were about to come out of her throat, her mouth if it didn't stop soon. It was tearing the soul from her body and then it was devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality.
Then, suddenly, with a bone-shaking jolt, the old man's pelvis crashed resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of Lynn's nakedly exposed buttocks and his balls slammed down hard against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. The huge thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her painfully quivering cunt.
The white-haired man waited motionless above her until the hopelessly impaled young woman's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax, her tightly clenched teeth opening in surprise as her painfully stretched inner flesh slowly grew accustomed to the gigantic intrusion. Then, the grinning man flexed the giant head of his prick deep inside her white soft belly, bringing another painful groan of agony from her lips. He flexed again, then again, grinning more broadly as he heard her protesting sounds become softer as her hot moist channel learned to accept the increasing size of the gigantic invading spear of flesh. The old man began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, grinding his huge prick into her defenseless vagina, stretching the still cringing walls until he fit into her like a sword in its sheath.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully from within inches of the enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole of it. Again, unknown hands rubbed lewdly over the gleaming twin moons of her ass and she felt inquisitive fingers playing greedily with the fleshy down-covered lips that clamped so tightly around the huge embedded prick. She winced as she suddenly felt an anonymous fingertip probe under the dangling balls at her tiny defensively clenched anus, flicking teasingly at it like a wild tongue. She stiffened as it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her futilely straining ass cheeks, the whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing tunnel.
Kneeling over her trembling, jack-knifed form, the old man suddenly began a painful fucking motion in and out of Lynn's moist stretched pussy with long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the crest of his withdrawal to slam her anguished body deep into the mattress with every brutal stroke. The thick finger impaling her ass united with the massive, slow-drubbing prick as a rhythmic fucking team that brought groans of pain and gasps of ecstasy tumbling from her lips in cadence with the double invasion.
The painful torture was now miraculously fading and an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Lynn's strongly pinioned body. The unbelievable humiliation and debasement she had submitted to that evening were building up to form a strange masochistic excitement in her that began to surge through her bloodstream, mingling with the potent aphrodisiac to rekindle her smoldering passion. The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with the cock and finger fucking into her, starting her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the movements of the man above her. Hands still reached from everywhere to pinch and knead at her soft, white flesh, driving the lovely blonde's drugged body to greater heights of passionate fervor.
"Oh, yes… fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming her sweating body to meet the crawling hands and fingers that clutched at her flushed and tingling flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. There were uncountable men standing around the bed, stroking themselves over her in time to the monstrous prick fucking into her pulsating cunt and the strange finger working ceaselessly into her tightly clenching rectum like another throbbing penis. She was a prisoner, a captive in this glorious land of cocks, a helpless prisoner to this beautiful ravishment of her cunt and asshole, trapped between their battering slamming strokes like a chained animal.
"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she crooned huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep up with the two hard-driving pistons of flesh and finger pummeling into her like tireless fucking machines. Her entire being was centered in her loins and nothing else mattered now – not Ed, not revenge, just the surging reality of the hard flesh ramming into her hot, steaming vaginal passage.
Suddenly, she was sure of a movement, another weight pressing down the mattress beside her head and, from somewhere above her, she heard a man's voice say: "Hey, Erwin, let's turn her over so the rest of us can get a little before she's shot."
Lynn was too dazed from the force of her passion to do anything but cry out in feeble protest when the monstrous cock was suddenly withdrawn from her wide-stretched pussy. She no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her squirming body over on the sweat – and cum-soaked sheets until she was resting flat on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees, baby," she heard the old man command her, but before she could move, the impatient men around the bed had grabbed her smooth white hips and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt there on all fours, her drugged brain reeling with the effort of keeping her body erect as they adjusted her position. Then, she smiled hazily as she felt the huge pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her open thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at the old man and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now well-lubricated slit of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the white-haired man lunged forward against her, impaling her body on his massive prick and causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden thrust.
Her startled face ran head-on into another waiting hard cock that rammed without warning into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the glands of the head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent male taste.
Her first reaction was revulsion at the thought of a strange man's penis filling her mouth, but then she remembered the blissful contentment on her husband's face as he had sat in this very house with two different women slavering over his lust-hardened cock. Well, if Ed liked women who were willing to suck his cock, then she would learn, she reasoned dimly as the man in front of her fucked mercilessly into her face as though it were a second delicious cunt. Then, she couldn't help but gag as he rammed the long thick shaft half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her roundly ovaled lips.
For a moment, Lynn's mind struggled again against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as the two men began to thrust their hard pricks in and out of both ends of her body. She was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short, wiry pubic hair that grazed her nose and chin each time the man in front of her shoved forward, and she fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air each time the two cocks and the finger still imbedded deeply in her rectum simultaneously withdrew on the outstroke.
"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven body back and forth helplessly between them, using her captive form as a receptacle into which they would pump their boiling sperm. She no longer felt human but like a great mass of quivering, sensitive flesh created just for this moment. In a nearly trance-like state, she watched the length of the long thick cock before her face from where it rose from the dark patch of hair and slipped into her mouth like the thick trunk of a pale tree rising from the forest.
Suddenly the very debasement of her situation flickered through her mind and the humiliation of the two men buffeting her mercilessly between them began to excite her even more. The wisps of desire in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once again and she began to roll her buttocks in tiny, lewdly teasing circles, hungrily tightening her cunt muscles on the giant fleshy rod skewering into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky hot sperm shooting into her heaving belly until it overflowed her aching pussy and ran down the insides of her trembling widespread thighs.
She sucked greedily at the prick in her mouth, tasting and exploring its every pore. Her cheeks hollowed and then filled again with the man's every cruel thrust and her tongue swirled feverishly over the blood-filled cock-head, probing hungrily into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted this strange man's cock to explode into her mouth, to bloat her cheeks with its boiling, creamy load. She wanted to gulp it into her and feel it pouring down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her pussy. She wanted to feel it pounding through every vein in her body in great waves of forbidden joy.
Then she got her wish!
As a mind-paralyzing climax began building up deep in her own bucking body, she felt the cock slamming into her from behind begin to expand almost to the bursting point. She humped back on it violently as she felt it throb and jerk, spewing its hot white charge up into her wildly constricting cunt. The milky white fluid squirted powerfully into her dilated womb, filling it, then dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed against the old man's loins. His balls slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the prick in her wildly sucking mouth to the very hilt. It too erupted, flooding her throat with the warmly delicious fluid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm that flooded her cheeks. Her lips clasped tightly around the jerking prick as she swallowed in great gulps to keep from wasting a single drop of the precious liquid. Still, though, tiny droplets trickled lewdly down from the sides of her mouth as the man pulled the soft slippery mass of his deflated cock from her still-sucking lips and collapsed on the mattress in front of her. Thin, shiny strings of cum hung from her lips connecting them to the deflated cock, almost a foot away.
She skewered her ass up tightly against the still-squirting cock in her pussy and with a scream from between grimly clenched teeth, felt her own body explode into what seemed like a shower of tiny blazing stars, racking her being with an ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily.
Her strength was suddenly exhausted, all gone, and she slipped down on the bed as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her cum-drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushing refreshingly into the unplugged opening between her wide-splayed thighs.
After that the young blonde wife lost all her conception of time and personalities, but fucked and sucked her way through all the spectators and then, yes, anyone else who happened to drift into the room.
Lynn was beyond humiliation or any emotion but the animal need from the massive amount of the pale green liquor she had drunk. Her body still responded with orgasm after orgasm, but her mind seemed to be burnt out by the ravages of the drug and the terrible emotional ordeal she had undergone. At times, she dimly wondered if she would lie in this bed for the rest of her life, taking on any and all who chanced to enter the open bedroom.