When she came around Cynthia found herself on the couch, covered with a blanket. The three men were close by, watching her. They had dressed, but looked disheveled. Like they had been fucked every which way and were exhausted.
"Hi," Perry said, grinning. "Finally get enough?"
"I guess I did," she admitted, trying to grin back. "Hope I didn't scare you."
"Only a little," he replied. "Once we realized you were just all fucked out, we felt pretty proud of ourselves." His expression changed, sobered. "We've got some bad news for you, babe. The snow's stopped. Which means they'll have the roads cleared before long."
Sitting up, she looked at each man in turn, and saw her own reluctance reflected in their eyes.
"Damn," she muttered. "I don't want to go home. But I guess I'll have to, won't I?" She sighed heavily. "I'll be back, though. I promise you that."
"Soon?" Lloyd asked.
She let the blanket fall away to reveal her lovely nakedness to her lovers.
"Very soon," she replied softly. "I thank you guys for trying to help me with my problem. Only, I think the best way you can continue to help will be to fuck me when I get horny. Robert just isn't a stud like you three. I could suck his cock all day and he wouldn't return the favor. At least, it seems that way."
"If you're wrong, then what?" Alan wanted to know. "We'd never be able to find another girl like you."
"After all we've done together, do you think one man could ever be enough for me?" she asked reasonably. "Even if Robert does come around – and I doubt it very seriously – he can't fuck me in three places at once. Or even two. No, I'll need to be with you guys to get everything I need."
She heard the sound of heavy equipment, signaling the start of road clearing. Standing, she wrapped the blanket around her.
"Guess I'd better go dress," she said quietly. "I wish we had time for one more session, but it looks like we won't."
"Our cocks are tired, anyway," Perry responded. "But they won't be in a couple of days. Even tomorrow. If you call before you come, we'll have a room ready. With plenty of extra covers in case the bed gets wet."
Smiling, she said, "It will. Soaking wet. Something about the way you three even look at me gets my cunt juicing."
Before she could get herself turned on enough to get another orgy going, she went to her roam to prepare to go home. It was a shame that the lovely interlude was over, she thought as she cleaned up. It hadn't lasted even one full day. Still, she would be able to repeat it to some extent. Quite often. Perhaps every week. Robert wouldn't know that she hadn't gone to the resale shops. If he even bothered to ask.
She had just gotten dressed when there was a knock, and Alan came in. With a sorrowful smile, she walked over to him and held him close, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around her.
Stretching up, she kissed him.
"I hope you studs don't get tired of me wanting your cocks," she told him. "I love the way you fuck me with them."
"You don't have to worry about that," he swore, grinning. "Only, when you come back again, Lloyd and I get to fuck your pussy before Perry does. Is it a deal?"
"The best kind of deal," she agreed.
They kissed again, their lips and tongues sliding against each other. It was nice to be able to just stand there holding each other without the urge to hurry up and fuck. It made her regret even more that the gang-bang was over, and wouldn't continue for a while.
Lloyd and Perry came in, still in their coats. She turned from Alan and embraced Perry, giving him a long kiss. Then she stepped over to Lloyd and put her lips to his, teasing his tongue with her own. She finally moved back, looking at them woefully.
"I'm going to miss you," she murmured, heaving a long sigh. "I'll try to come back in a couple of days. If I'm lucky, I'll get snowed in with you again. Then maybe we can try sleeping in front of the fireplace. Or something."
Once she was bundled into her coat, she kissed each of them again, briefly, then she left. They didn't follow her or call after her. Which was good, because if they had, she wouldn't have gone. Right now, returning home was something she didn't want to do, even though she had to.
The streets were open, though slick, all the way to her house. Robert's car was in the garage, the driveway piled with snow. That was odd. Why hadn't he gone to work once the street had been cleared?
She got her answer when she made it to the front door. Her husband met her there, his blond hair tousled, his eyes reddened and puffy. As soon as she shoved the door closed, he clutched her to his chest.
"Where the hell were you?" he demanded. "I thought you were hurt, or dead. Damnit, couldn't you have called, let me know you were all right?"
"I made it to a motel, so I was okay," she replied. "I tried to call, but their phone was dead. As soon as the road was cleared, I came home. You really needn't have worried."
When she leaned back to get a better look at him, she saw that his blue eyes were dark with anger.
"Not worried?" he snapped, shaking her. "I love you, Cynthia. How the hell was I supposed to not worry?"
She winced, pushing away from him. After her encounter with three men who could fuck her and make her want more, she was now brave enough to confront her husband. If he kicked her out, she would go straight to the motel and into the cousins' arms.
"You mean you didn't enjoy my being gone?" she asked. "Weren't you even tempted to invite one of your lovers over?"
"One of my – what the hell are you talking about?" he asked, looking confused.
"A little blonde," she hissed. "Last August. At the restaurant where we met. You and she were having an awfully good time. Probably much better than any of the times you and I have. Which includes the ones in bed. Is that plain enough for you?"
"Cynthia," he gasped, shaking his head. "What's gotten into you?"
"The problem is what isn't getting into me," she retorted. "Your prick. Not often enough, or with enough enthusiasm. When I saw you with that little bitch, I realized why you weren't fucking me. She had gotten all the hard cock you had to give, and my pussy had to go without. Or wait until you could get a hard-on again." She sniffled, cleared her throat. "Well, Robert? It's true, isn't it? You've been screwing around an me, haven't you?"
He sighed, combed his fingers through his hair.
"If I did," he said nervously, "it wasn't to hurt you. You never seemed to really like fucking very much. So I didn't want to bother you, that's all."
"That's one hell of an excuse," she retorted, wiping her eyes. "You treat me like a china doll, and think that if I don't turn on, I don't like to fuck. That's really stupid, Robert."
"I love you, honey," he stated quietly. "I'd do anything to make you happy. Even fuck somebody else if you didn't want my cock."
"Well, I do want it," she told him more calmly. "And I want to try different things, too. I had a lot of time to think while I was at that motel. About us. Maybe I'm as much to blame as you are, for not complaining sooner. But once I saw you with – I didn't think there was anything I could do."
She stepped up to him and gently caressed his prick. At her touch, it began to swell, straining at his jeans.
"Since you're home, anyway, why don't we go to bed?" she whispered. "But not to fuck, not the regular way. Suggest something. I'm willing to learn. If you have the patience to teach me. I want you all to myself, lover. So come on and show me what you'd like for me to do with your wonderful cock."
He stared at her at first in amazement, and then in lust. Growling, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her on the bed, he began stripping her, ripping at her clothes until she was naked. He undressed as though he couldn't wait to get at her. When he finally spoke, his tone made her cunt start to drool.
"We're gonna do everything," he promised thickly. "Shit, hearing you talk dirty is great, sweetheart. I want you to keep doing it. Starting right now. Ask me what I've got in mind instead of screwing you."
"All right," she murmured. "What are we going to do that will make your cock and my cunt happy, if you aren't going to fuck me?"
"It's called a sixty-nine, honey," he replied. "I lick your pussy, while you suck my cock."
He smiled wickedly, straddling her with his head over her cunt and his prick dangling over her mouth. She licked her lips in eagerness, more than ready to begin.
"Oh, Robert," she protested for his benefit. "Should we do that?"
When he bent down and lightly stroked her clit with his tongue, she moaned, her hips beginning to wiggle. She stared up at his stiff cock, wanting it in her mouth.
"Sure we should," he muttered. "Feels good, doesn't it? Your cunt is juicing already, baby. Tell me you like it."
"I love it," she sighed. "Do it some more, lover. Lick my cunt all over."
"Only if you do the same for me, sweetheart," he told her. "Open your mouth and suck my cock."
He lowered his dick until it touched her nose. Gently, she touched the beautiful prick with her fingers.
"Well, all right," she relented. "But I might not do it right the first time will you be mad?"
"Shit, no," he promised. "Just try, honey. I know you haven't had any practice at it."
She took the large cock-knob into her mouth before she could giggle. Having never tasted her husband's cock until now, she found it to be just as flavorful as the other three she had sucked. Perhaps even better, since it belonged to the man she loved. For a while, she simply mouthed the big prick, playing with it, swirling her tongue around the bulbous knob. She held back from swallowing it, not wanting to make him suspicious.
And he was doing an excellent job on her pussylips. He was teasing her with his roving tongue, poking it up her fuckhole, prodding at her clit. He had obviously eaten his share of pussy, the bastard.
She sucked her husband's cock deeper, drawing it nearer her throat. She was ready to swallow the whole thing, balls and all, but held back. Unless she controlled herself, Robert would find out that she was as experienced at giving head as he was at eating pussy.
Then, without warning, he stuck his finger up her ass. With a squeal, the girl bucked up and simultaneously took his cockhead down her throat.
Her husband chuckled, fucking her shitter with his finger while he tickled her clit with his tongue. He had her squirming, so hot to cum she was going crazy. Lustfully, she sucked his big cock, showing her appreciation and eagerness with every move she made. He had done it now, all right. He had her so turned on she was on fire. Since he seemed amused by her antics, it was time to give him a sucking he wouldn't forget.
She went to work on him with her mouth and hands. Gently, she played with his balls while she repeatedly swallowed his cock. She tried to forget the way his tongue laved her cuntlips, how his finger stung her asshole, so she could concentrate on giving him pleasure.
Passion coursed through her, making her hungry for his cum. She sucked his cock harder, faster, her jaws beginning to ache.
How was he able to wait when she was doing so much to him? She wasn't going to be able to last much longer, that was certain. Her clit was being too well licked, her asshole too well frigged. She was going to cum, and soon. And she wanted Robert to join her.
The two writhed under each other's voracious attentions, both so aroused they were panting. Their bodies were covered with a fine layer of sweat, their musky odor signaling their heightened state of need.
When he thrust a second finger up her shitter, she couldn't hold back. Crying out around his thick cock, she came, fucking up at his face and milking his fingers with her anal muscles. While she suffered the beautiful anguish of orgasm, he shot off, feeding her his spunk which she willingly gulped.
Their bodies quit thrusting, the passion ebbing. With a final lick to her sopping cunt, her husband moved, turning to lie on top of her, smiling at her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Anything about that you didn't like?" he questioned huskily.
"No," she replied softly. "Although, it did surprise me when you put your finger in my asshole. And when you shot off in my mouth."
"But you liked it," he said, making a statement.
"Yes," she agreed. "Maybe I even loved it." He bent his head down and kissed her, his lips wet with her cream. She let him pry her mouth open with his tongue, fighting it only a little, since he would expect her to struggle. Then she surrendered her tongue to him and they kissed leisurely, seductively, her hands feeling his strong shoulders, while his roamed over her tits and asscheeks.
For the first time, she felt that he was really enjoying being in bed with her. He was prolonging the kiss, being demanding. She followed his every lead, sucking his tongue when he seemed to want it, arching her back when he pressed his soft cock against her cuntal mound. If he wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon in bed with her, she wouldn't mind. It might be just what they needed to put their marriage back together.
To her delight, she felt his prick start to get hard again. Moaning, she kissed him deeply, undulating her ass to entice him into fucking her. Remembering what Alan had told her, she broke off the kiss and gazed into Robert's eyes, while she used her body to beg him for his cock.
"Fuck me," she purred. "God, I need it so bad. Put your cock in me, lover."
"I don't want to just fuck you," he responded thickly. "We're gonna do everything today, like I said earlier."
An expectant tingle ran through her as she realized what he probably had in mind. An ass fuck. And her asshole needed it, after his frigging.
"But we already sucked each other off," she argued. "Now all that's left is to fuck my cunt. Right?"
"Wrong," he replied, grinning. "Tell me something, honey. Did you really like my fingers up your ass?"
"Of course I did," she answered, then widened her eyes as if just realizing what he was hinting at. "Oh, Robert! You can't mean you want to fuck my ass!"
"Why not?" her husband asked lewdly. "If my fingers felt good, my cock will be better."
"No, it'll hurt!" she objected. "You can finger my ass if you want, but just fuck my pussy. Please don't try to put your cock in my ass!"
"Why don't I frig your asshole some, then ask you what you want?" he suggested, moving aside. "Roll over, baby, and stick your ass up."
"You won't just shove your cock in me, will you?" she pouted, wishing that was exactly what he would do.
"Sweetheart, would lever do anything to you that you didn't want?" he asked.
His eyes were bright at the prospect of getting at her ass-hole. It thrilled her to know he was so anxious to spear her that way. Carefully, she turned over and kneeled up, as ready for it as he was.
"Well, I guess you wouldn't," she stammered. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Hold still, honey. I'm just gonna stick my finger in you."
She sucked in her breath as his finger slid up her ass. It was all she could do to not start waggling her asscheeks at the luscious intrusion. God, it felt good to have something up her ass again, poking and prodding, making her feel weak inside.
"Now for another one," her husband muttered.
A second finger eased in beside the first, causing her to shudder at the nicely evil sensation. Robert was stretching her ass ring, forcing it to open up. Although it stung, she loved the feeling, anticipating what would come once he was through preparing her.
"And one more," he whispered.
When he forced a third finger into her snug shitter, she whimpered. But not from the slight pain. She was eager for him to put his cock up her asshole, anxious to have it pounding away at her. Despite her resolve not to, she wagged her ass, silently inviting him to go ahead and fuck her. If he knew anything at all about how a girl acted when she wanted a prick, he would be able to decipher the message with no trouble whatsoever.
"You act like you want more than my fingers," he teased. "Could it be you've changed your mind about not wanting me to fuck your ass?"
"Oh, please," she moaned. "Fuck my asshole, lover. I've got to feel your cock up my ass!"
"So do I," he muttered. "I'll slick down my cock in your cunt first, to make it go in easier."
He rudely yanked his fingers from her shitter, then sank his prick into her juicing slot. After a couple of strokes, he pulled out and placed the head of his prick at her throbbing asshole.
"Hurry," she pleaded. "I can't wait!"
"Okay," he said. "Here it comes."
He grabbed her hips and held her steady. Then his cockhead bored into her, popping past her ass ring.
"Eeeeeaahh!" she squealed. "Easy, lover? Please!"
"I am being easy," he answered. "Damn, you're tight. I, love a tight asshole."
"Nnnaahh!" she shrieked. "Oh, it's so big!"
"You'll get used to it," he mumbled. "Just relax, baby. Soon you'll be asking for more."
Steadily, he pushed his cock up her ass, making it inch its way up her anal sheath. She wasn't hurting quite as much as she let on, but didn't want him to know that. As he kept feeding her shitter more prick, she continued to whine and cry out. Yet juice ran from her pussy, sliding down her thighs. She was hot for his cock, for a good reaming. He knew just how to shove it in to make her tingle and burn but not suffer too much.
"There," he said at last. "You took it all, honey."
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "I'm so full!" He reached around her and began frigging her cunt. She could hear the sloppy noises his fingers made in her slick pussy.
He drew back, and pushed in hard, his balls slapping her cunt. Her mewling cry made him chuckle. Or maybe it was the way she began snapping her ass from side to side. For some reason, her shithole wasn't loosening up as well as it had with Lloyd's and Alan's cocks.
"I see," he grunted. "You want a real screwing up your ass."
"Yes," she whimpered. "Fuck my ass, like you would my cunt. Just keep frigging my pussy while you do, okay? It makes things better."
"I imagine it does," he agreed huskily.
Then he began to give her shitter a powerful ramming. The girl lurched and squirmed as he reamed out her asshole. He was being brutal with her, but she didn't object. His fingers were delighting her cunt while he ravaged her asshole, making her hotter by the moment. She was glad that Lloyd and Alan hadn't been so rough with her, so desperate.
Or maybe they had been, she realized. Maybe their cocks weren't quite as big as her husband's. It felt huge up her shitter, stretching her asshole like it hadn't been stretched before.
Groaning, she quivered, grateful that she had let the other two men break in her asshole before her husband got to it. While Robert's cock was no match for Perry's monster, it was big enough that it might have torn her had she been a virgin in her ass. As it was, her husband's prick was burning her anal sheath as though it had been coated with acid. With each stroke, it expanded her shitter to fit perfectly around the invading cock.
The knowledge that her husband's prick was larger than two of her lovers' thrilled her, made her cunt drool even more. She had thought that he wouldn't be able to do as much for her as the three cousins had, but he could.
Strange vibrations were shooting through her. With every stroke of his piledriving rod, they got stronger.
She felt her orgasm approaching, blotting out everything else. Clawing at the sheets, she hunched back at him, trying to force him deeper into her already-filled shithole. And then, it happened.
"Nnnaaaaahhhh!" she screamed ecstatically. "Fuck me! Oh, lover, fuck me!"
Screaming mindlessly, the brown-haired girl thrashed about, wildly fucking her husband's impaling cock. He could fuck her shitter every day, all day, and she would want more. Just like she wanted more now. She could cum for hours, if he could keep from shooting. Or just one more time, one more good cum. Surely he could hold out long enough for that.
But he couldn't. He grunted, his cock jerking in her snug asshole, spewing its jism into her spasming body.
"No!" she cried, shaking her head. "Not yet! I need to cum some more!"
He yanked his spent cock out of her ass and flipped her onto her back. Before she could offer a protest, he crouched down and began licking her cuntlips hungrily.
"Oh, lover!" she shrieked. "Yes! Eat my pussy! Bring me off again!"
She clutched at his hair, writhing in sexual need. God, could he ever lick a cunt!
"Put your fingers up my asshole!" she begged. "Frig my ass while you eat me!"
She screamed when he drove three fingers up her shitter, but it was a scream of rapture. Lurching madly, she began to climax, thrusting her pussy up at her husband's mouth in a lewd dance of need.
"Aaarrggghh!" she cried, quaking all over. He was sucking her clit, almost biting it, and it was exquisite. That, with his fingers up her asshole, made her orgasm that much more intense, that much more satisfying.
Moments later, she was through, her beautiful climax gently fading away. She let go of Robert's hair, pushing him weakly away from her pussy. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of her asshole, then crawled up to lie beside her. She turned on her side to face him, and tenderly stroked his face.
"Thank you," she murmured, smiling wanly. "That was absolutely fantastic."
"I know," he replied, returning her smile. "I was there, remember?"
"I'm dying to ask you where you learned to do all those things, but I won't," she stated softly. "I'm just glad you know how to do them. Of course, I'll want you to do them only with me from now on will that be a problem?"
"Only if you get me too worn out to go to work," he answered with a chuckle. "I never suspected you could get so horny, sweetheart. We could've had some real good times, if I had known."
"We'll have a lot of them from now on," she promised truthfully. "And I meant what I said about wanting your cock up my ass every day. It's so different. In a wonderful way."
His blue eyes glowed as she snuggled up to him. She wanted to be as close to him as she could get.
"Without going into detail, let me say I've never enjoyed an ass as much as I do yours," he told her. "Do you think you'll be too sore to let me fuck your ass again tonight?"
"I hope not," she murmured. "If it is, we could sixty-nine again. That was a treat, too. I almost feel like we're on our honeymoon again. Only it's better."
"Yeah," he agreed. "A helluva lot better."